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We Found Him, Superstar: Ch. 17
Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach
Description: Since starting his new afterlife at the Pizzaplex, Gregory has managed to befriend the Glamrock animatronics and made a surprising discovery—Bonnie’s been hidden in the basement warehouse this entire time, badly decommissioned but still powered on. Along with Bonnie are the endoskeletons that, no longer under the virus’s control, seem much more sentient than normal animatronics… Gregory and his friends are determined to get Bonnie back into commission and figure out the mysteries of what exactly these endoskeletons are—and how to help them, too.
Chapter Summary: With each passing night, the kids open up a little bit more. Now all the animatronics want a chance to visit them—even those that virtually never leave their attraction unless it’s time for maintenance.
Rating: T
Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38728158/chapters/109426134
It was a good few hours before Freddy woke Gregory up again. He wanted the boy to get as much sleep as possible, but as promised eventually it was time to get ready for their first show. Gently Freddy shook him awake, murmuring: “Superstar, it is time to get up; I must leave for the day…”
“Oh... Morning already?” Gregory asked as he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes to chase away the remnants of deep sleep.
“Yes; you had a good few hours of rest,” Freddy said, gently smoothing out Gregory’s hair and smiling down at him. “I must head backstage now, and directly after this performance I have a party scheduled. However, after that I am planning to stop by the basement.” He stood to his full height, holding out a hand to help Gregory off the couch and to give him something to cling to. “Ready to come with me?”
“I'm ready!” the boy chirped, mussing up his hair a little with a grin before taking Freddy’s paw. “I can stay with the kids for a bit when you go downstairs!”
The bear nodded and gave Gregory’s hand a squeeze, then led him backstage. It was still too early for patrons, so he didn’t worry about anyone seeing him holding onto nothing. Before long the band was performing yet again with Gregory watching excitedly from the crowd. After the show Freddy took Gregory to his first party of the day, though the boy was barely able to scarf down a piece of cake before they needed to rush off to the basement so Freddy would have a little time to visit.
“I am sorry for moving so quickly today, Gregory,” the bear apologized as they rode the elevator down. “I did not realize I would be so busy!”
Still licking the icing from his lips, Gregory laughed and reassured: “It's okay; it's pretty fun—and the cake was super yummy!”
“Good!” Freddy chuckled as well, bending to wipe a few crumbs off the kid’s face. Soon, the elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hallway. “Hello, everyone; Gregory and I have come to stay with you for a bit!”
“Hey, guys!” Gregory waved with a bright grin.
Mia's endoskeleton shifted, slowly looking over at the two and curling a few fingers in greeting. “Hey, you guys!”
“Hi!” Ben piped up, tilting his head as his eyes shifted behind the pair. “Did Monty come too?!”
“And Moon…?” Flynn asked hesitantly from the other side of the room. Gregory gently shook his head before looking up at Freddy.
“Maybe we can get Moon and Sun to come down tonight!” he suggested, quickly moving to the center of the room and taking a seat.
“Yes, that is a great idea; I will be sure to stock up on snacks so you have continuous energy,” the bear added. There was a soft cheer from Flynn and Ian’s direction—they were clearly happy at the prospect of seeing their favorite animatronics.
“Monty better come back soon, too; he said he would!” Ben chimed in. He was close to Gregory, which became clearer when he leaned forward to hold up a hand for either a high five or handshake—it wasn’t clear which. “But Gregory’s gonna stay for now, right?”
“Heck yeah I am!” the boy remarked, jumping up to give Ben a light high-five before sitting back down. “Oh—I didn't bring my toys this time, though…”
“Don't worry, we can always just talk,” Mia reassured, to which Robin piped up:
“Yeah! We can just talk!”
It seemed the spirits were just glad to have some company again.
“Yeah!” Ben agreed enthusiastically. “You’ve gotta tell us allll about the stuff upstairs; I dunno how long I’ve been down here, so I wanna know if everything’s different now!” He paused, presumably in thought. “Well, Monty and Chica said things are mostly the same, but they don’t know EVERYTHING…”
Two endoskeletons stirred at the mention of Chica, one of the twins giggling while the other rocked on her heels. Even if the bird wasn’t actually there, the thought of seeing her again was enough to excite them.
Freddy simply watched these interactions with a soft smile. He was glad they were all getting along, but hearing Ben’s comments put even more perspective on their situation. Freddy tried to recall the date of the first missing child, but he wasn’t able to access that much information from his internal database. He wondered who’d been the first one stuck down here… maybe he could see if Thomas and Leon knew.
“I have a ton of stories to tell you guys!” Gregory exclaimed, eager to share his experiences. “I'm not sure if everything’s the same as you remember, though—the night I got here is the only time I've really been through the Pizzaplex!” He shrugged, then pressed on with shinning eyes. “There's this cool slide in the daycare and you get to jump in a huge ball pit! Also, there's this salon in Roxy's Raceway, and Roxy gave me a makeover with a ton of glitter!”
“I got a makeover there once too!” Mia recalled before going silent for a moment. “Ella says she did, also.”
“I love the ball pit!” Flynn chimed in, a smile evident in his voice. “One time Ian tried to hide in the slide when it was naptime and Moon had to get him out!” He giggled at the memory, his eyes shifting towards the endo next to him.
“I don't like naps!” Ian stated matter-of-factly.
“Man, I get that… Oh, also we can play bowling and golf and Fazerblast too!” Gregory added, then let out a sigh. “None of the other kids can see me, so I don't think they'll be able to see you guys when you get out either... It's really complicated, but I'll explain it later when you guys are finally free!”
“...I’d imagine no one would see us because we're kinda... Ghosts. I mean, I've never seen a ghost before what happened, so...” Mia trailed off, thinking to herself for a brief moment. “B-But it's okay—we have each other!”
“You are exactly right, Mia,” Freddy finally spoke up, meeting the endoskeleton’s eyes with a smile. “You have each other, and you also have us—the animatronics will take care of you, just as we have been watching over Gregory.” He paused, turning his grin on the rest of the room as he placed a hand on Gregory’s shoulder. Mia was strong-willed, but she was also a child at heart just like the others and children appreciated reassurance. “I speak for every animatronic when I tell you that we already love you all more than you even realize!”
“Thanks, Freddy... It means a lot to us to hear that,” Mia said softly, a smile hinting in her tone. “Without you guys, who knows how long we would've been down here. It already feels like a long time...”
“We are working hard to ensure you will not have to stay here much longer,” Freddy said, then abruptly blinked a few times as an alert flashed across his vision. “Oh, our next stage show is scheduled to begin in 15 minutes; Gregory, how about you stay down here for the rest of the day? You can tell the children all about your adventures!” He grinned down at the boy. “I will come and get you as soon as the dayshift is over—and do not worry, I will be sure to pick up some snacks!”
Gregory lifted his head up as Freddy mentioned the time for the next stage show. “Sure!” He leaned forward to hug Freddy's leg tightly, casting his gaze towards the darkened hallway. “...Just be back quick, okay?”
“I will return as soon as I can,” Freddy reassured, bending to return Gregory’s hug before hurrying off to the elevator with a wave. “See you all in a bit!”
With that, he stepped into the elevator and returned to his hectic day with Gregory waving goodbye. Once the doors closed, the boy turned around to face the endoskeletons. “Hmm, where should I start… Okay, so basically I was only coming into the Pizzaplex to use the bathroom... Then that's when it all happened!”
For the rest of the day, Gregory told the saga of how he ended up living in the Pizzaplex and adopted by the leader of the Glamrock band. He left out a lot of the harsher, gory details and pointedly steered away from the topic of his own death. He didn’t know what might set off the ghosts, and the last thing he wanted to do was upset them.
***
Finally, it was closing time at the Pizzaplex. The animatronics went their separate ways for the night, and one made their way straight to the basement. Some of the endoskeletons turned as they heard the elevator approaching, waiting for Freddy’s return. However, it wasn’t the friendly bear that stepped out of the elevator but Roxy, looking around the room curiously until she spotted Gregory.
“Hey, kid!” she called with a grin and a wave, which she then directed to the rest of the room with a laugh. “And other kids! How is everyone?”
Gregory was in the middle of explaining how Sun and Moon were two different animatronics when Roxy exited the elevator. He gasped, quickly running over to hug her leg.
“Hi, Roxy! Where's Freddy?” he asked curiously, staring up at the animatronic.
“Hi Roxy!” Robin’s quiet voice intoned, one of the endoskeleton putting their hands out as if reaching for the wild wolf.
“Your dad sent me to tell you he went straight to the daycare so he could ‘prepare Sun and Moon as early as possible’—I guess they’re coming down here tonight?” Roxy explained as she ruffled Gregory’s hair. “He said you can meet him at the daycare whenever you’re ready—looked like he had a whoooole bunch of food for you, too!” She threw her head back in a laugh and placed her hands on her hips, soon looking around until she spotted the endo with its arms outstretched. “Ooh, found ya! You must be the Robin I’ve heard so much about!”
“Yeah, that's me! I'm Robin!” he chirped happily, so excited his endoskeleton started to visibly shake.
Gregory's eyes brightened. “Really?! Guess I'll be heading there right now!”
“Okay; I’ll stay with the kids,” Roxy replied, moving over to Robin after Gregory dislodged himself from her leg and grinning at the endoskeleton’s obvious excitement. “Well, I can tell just by that voice of yours that you’re definitely a winner, Robin! Glad to meet you officially!”
“Bring Moon here soon, okay?” Flynn piped up as Gregory passed.
“I'll be as quick as I can!” the boy reassured, jumping in the elevator and smacking the button to ascend up to the first floor.
Meanwhile, Freddy was currently talking to Sun in the middle of the daycare play area, trying to convince him that the basement wasn’t too dark. It wasn't long until there was a loud noise in the slide, followed by Gregory falling out of the exit headfirst. After a few seconds he emerged from the ball pit, stumbling in his haste to crawl out and see the animatronic bear. “Freddy, I'm here!”
“Hello, superstar!” Freddy exclaimed, using they boy’s running momentum to pick him up and throw him into the air in one swift motion.
“Hi, Sunshine!” Sun greeted enthusiastically, hopping from foot to foot as Gregory was safely caught in Freddy’s arms. “It’s soooo good to see you!”
“Hi Sun!” the boy greeted cheerfully. “I had so much fun with the kids and I learned a new knock-knock joke!”
“Ooh, I loooove jokes!” Sun exclaimed with a gasp. “Tell me, tell me!”
“Yes, what was the joke?” Freddy asked, chuckling at the tall animatronic’s enthusiasm.
“Okay, knock knock!” Gregory began, his grin remaining bright with anticipation.
“Who’s there?” the animatronics replied in unison
“Mustache!” Gregory had to stifle a giggle with his hands.
“Mustache who?!” Sun asked as Freddy simply waited for the punchline.
“I mustache you a question, but I’ll shave it for later!” Gregory finished, followed by a laugh so deep he had to hold his stomach.
Sun instantly burst out laughing, cackling so hard he nearly fell over backwards with the force of it, only staying upright by Freddy’s quick thinking in grabbing a flailing arm before Sun completely went down. Freddy joined in, more so at Sun’s reaction that’s the joke itself—it was so dramatic, but then again that was basically the definition of the daycare attendants!
“See? Wasn't it so good?” Gregory wheezed once they’d all begun to catch their breath.
“That was amazing!” Sun exclaimed, clapping his hands. “I’m storing that in my memory banks for later—you kids are so funny!”
“It was very good,” Freddy agreed with a nod. “We will have to have the children teach us more of them!”
“I learned it from Ben,” Gregory told them, then began bouncing in Freddy’s arms. “Speaking of which, can we go now?!”
Sun instantly froze, then shifted his gaze to the ground.
“Well, Sunshine, the thing is... I haven't actually ever left the daycare just to wander,” Sun explained, now wringing his hands nervously. “The only time I've been out is to go to Parts & Service, but that's always a quick trip and usually the techs come here if we need anything, so...” He shrugged, giving a nervous laugh. “Moon's been out before, but that was only when he was, you know... not himself, so he doesn't really remember that either.”
“I have been trying to reassure him that it will be alright,” Freddy added with a small sigh. “I let Sun know about your offer to lead him, and that you will do your best to manipulate the lights if we pass through areas that are either too dark or too light...” He glanced down at Gregory. “Perhaps you can reassure him better than I can?”
“Hmm…” Gregory tapped his chin as he thought aloud. “Maybe I can turn on all of the lights leading to the elevator. That way Moon can just follow behind you while the lights turn back off, and that way you won't be scared!” His grin brightened impossibly more as he held out his arms for Sun to hold him. “And if you do get scared I'll just tell you another knock knock joke!”
“Mmph... well... I guess if Moon stays near me, and you and Freddy do too, it should be okay...,” Sun relented, reaching over to take Gregory out of Freddy's arms. Despite his fear, it didn't slip Sun's notice that this was the first time Gregory actually let himself be picked without the attendant just grabbing him instinctively. That definitely helped ease his mind and he hugged the boy close—though he was careful not to squeeze him too tightly.
“Let us speak with Moon as well before we start moving,” Freddy said, watching Gregory for any sign of distress. To his delight, the boy finally seemed content in Sun's grasp. “Superstar, can you please turn off half of the lights like you did the other day?”
It was obvious Gregory felt immeasurably more comfortable around the lanky daycare attendant than he had a few days ago. Sun had proven himself to be a kind friend, and after learning Sun's weakness on top of that Gregory realized that he truly wasn't all that scary. Gregory lifted his gaze to the other side of the room with a nod, and after a few seconds of focused attention half the lights shut off in a flash. There was an instant shuffling from the darkness, coupled with jingling bells.
“...Oh, is it time to leave?” Moon's voice echoed from the shadows, followed by a quiet laugh. “How exciting!”
“Hello, Moon,” Freddy greeted warmly, seeing the red eyes approach until Moon’s outline was visible at the darkness's border. “Yes, we would like to take you and Sun to see the children; Gregory is going to manipulate the lights as we travel so that they will be bright for Sun, then dark for you. The basement should be relatively comfortable for you both, although it is on the dimmer side...” He glanced up at Sun, hoping that he'd be alright down there.
“You have to stay as close as you can, Moon!” Sun exclaimed, his pitch slightly higher than normal as he thought over Freddy's last words. He met his counterpart's gaze, holding Gregory securely with one arm as he planted the other on his hip. “Do not leave me while we're out there, okay?!” He tried to be stern, but this was quickly overshadowed by a soft, slightly desperate: “...Please?”
“I understand. That sounds easy-peasy; just don't blind me, Gregory, ehehehe,” Moon said jokingly, then glanced at Sun with a tilt of his head. “Of course I will—it's not like I have a choice, anyway.”
Gregory gave Sun's face a light pat before laying his head on his shoulder. “It’s not as scary as you think! And if you get scared in the basement, you can always sit in the elevator! It's really bright in there.”
“Okay, okay...,” Sun said, then took a deep breath. “I'm ready when you are!”
“Gregory knows the way, so I will let you lead, superstar,” Freddy said, reaching up to give Gregory a pat on the leg, which was the easiest part he could reach. He then moved over to where Moon was crouched, deciding to walk with their elusive friend. He wasn't sure what he'd actually be able to do to help if the lights suddenly came on before he moved past a certain area, but he hoped Moon at least appreciated the comfort.
“Okay, I can lead!” Gregory agreed, kicking his legs back and forth until Sun set him back down. He took a hold of the lanky animatronic’s hand and began pulling him along. “We just have to be farther apart so I don't switch off the wrong light!”
Moon stayed in place, looking over at Freddy with a wide grin. “What a smart boy…”
“He certainly is,” Freddy agreed proudly, waiting for the rest of the lights to dim. Sun simply followed Gregory along, glancing behind him to look at the pair in the shadows before focusing back on what was in front of him. He had to bend quite a bit to hold Gregory's hand but he didn't mind at all, used to it by this point after watching over so many children even smaller than him.
Gregory waited until they were outside the wooden doors before beginning to dim the lights behind him and Sun. Soon enough, Moon was able walking freely towards the exit as well.
“See? It's not so bad!” Gregory reassured, keeping a tight hold on Sun's hand while the lights behind them started going off.
“Yeah...,” Sun said quietly, looking behind him again. The fact that Gregory was able to dim most of the lights but not completely shut them off was already a reassurance, and the sight of Moon following behind as close as possible was enough to keep Sun going for now. He squeezed Gregory's hand excitedly, turning back around and looking ahead. “Yes, this is amazing, Sunshine! Your powers are so awesome!”
“Thanks! I get really tired after using them a lot, though,” he explained.
“I have sandwiches for you, Gregory!” Freddy called, knocking against his chest cavity to show where they were stored.
“Oh yeah, a snack will be good after this!” Sun agreed, grinning down at the boy and appreciating his firm but comforting grip. Sun spared another glance over his shoulder, making sure the others were still close behind. “Are you okay, Moon?”
Moon perked up, his eyes glowing bright as always while he walked in the darkest areas. “I'm perfectly fine. Are you okay?”
“Mm-hmm!” Sun nodded enthusiastically. Now that he was actually out of the daycare he wanted to take the time to examine the Pizzaplex and everything it had to offer, but he knew that would have to wait—tonight, they were on a mission. Plus, he wanted to check out the building together with Moon, so they might have to find another way to work the lights without solely relying on Gregory… but that was a problem for later. For now, he stared around in amazement, trying not to jump in excitement in case he accidentally tugged Gregory’s arm too much. “There’s so much stuff out here! I didn’t realize this place was so… big!”
“Yeah! I told you this place was awesome!” Gregory laughed, already feeling a twinge of exhaustion from such a focused use of his powers. With each light he flipped, his tiredness grew. Nonetheless he kept his pace, figuring he could eat when they reached the basement. As they approached the elevator, Gregory stopped in his tracks and raised a fist. “Woo, we’re almost there!”
“Wonderful!” Freddy said, then hummed as he thought about the best way to get both daycare attendants downstairs. The elevator was brightly lit so Gregory would definitely need to ride down with Moon so he could turn the lights off, but that would leave Sun in the dim basement without Gregory or his other half… and Freddy wasn’t sure how much reassurance Roxy would provide, if she was still down there.
“Do you want to go down the elevator first?” Gregory asked, smiling up at Sun. It’d be the easiest thing, he figured.
“Yes, I’ll go down with you!” Sun replied, then looked over at Moon a bit hesitantly. “As long as the lights aren’t going to turn back on once you go downstairs, Gregory; I’d hate for Moon to be stuck…”
“I do not think that will happen,” Freddy reassured. His smile was hard to see, but it was clearly there based on his tone. “Whatever state Gregory leaves the lights in, they stay that way until he or someone else turns them on or off again.”
“Okay…” Sun looked down at Gregory, giving his hand another squeeze. “Let’s go!”
Gregory nodded before hitting the button of the elevator, leading Sun inside. “I'll be right back!”
Moon waved his hand at the two. “We’ll be here, ehehehe!”
Sun waved back as the doors shut, needing to crouch again to fit properly. Sun shifted from foot to foot as the elevator went down, his excitement quickly overtaking his previous fear.
“Oh, I can’t wait to see all the kids!” he exclaimed. “I just know we’re all gonna be great friends!”
“Mhm!” Gregory hummed, watching the doors soon open to reveal the hall before pulling Sun along. “We're here!”
Soft whispers instantly started up as the pair arrived. The lighting was dim, but if Sun had any issue with it, this was quickly overshadowed by the sight of nine endoskeletons lined up on either side of the hallway, their glowing eyes all turned towards him. Sun wasn't bothered by the way the endos looked, of course—he and Moon had them too, though they were a bit different than those made for the Fazbear Band members.
What really stuck out was the fact that—somehow—there were children in there, trapped and unable to roam freely like Gregory. Sun still didn't entirely know what happened to get them to this state, but it clearly wasn't a nice thing based on all the context clues he'd gathered. However, he didn't dwell on this for too long before his usual programming kicked in—his goal was to care for the children, which included making them feel as comfortable and welcome in his presence as possible.
“Hellooooo, all you little rays of sunshine!” the daycare attendant exclaimed brightly, his loud voice echoing through the hallway. He tried his best to meet each endoskeleton's gaze, the grin apparent in his voice. “I've been sooooo excited to meet you! Ooh, we're gonna have so much fun together!”
Gregory let go of Sun's hand once he noticed that he didn't seem afraid any longer. It wasn’t long before Ian’s voice spoke up.
“Hi, Sun! You really came!” His endoskeleton stuck its hand outward, trembling slightly with excitement.
“Yup! And Moon’s coming down in just a second!” Gregory mentioned as he marched back to the elevator.
Sun let out a loud gasp, rushing over to the endo who'd spoken and grasping its hand without hesitation. “Hi! You must be Ian; I'm very, very glad to meet you!”
Ian slowly nodded, the creaking of metal joints echoing through the hall. “Yup, I’m Ian! And that's my best friend Flynn.”
“Moon's here, too?!” Flynn chimed in, his eyes quickly shifting upwards as Sun turned his attention to him. “Oh... um, I like you too, Sun, but... I LOVE Moon!”
Sun simply laughed, gently patting the top of Flynn's head with one hand while still keeping the other holding onto Ian's.
“The kids are excited!” Gregory remarked once he'd arrived back upstairs, making room for Moon and Freddy in the elevator and immediately shutting off the lights.
“That is wonderful to hear!” the bear said, following Moon into the elevator and pressing the button once everyone was securely inside. He smiled down at Gregory, though it was hard to see anything other than the animatronic's eyes in the darkness. “You've done so well tonight, superstar! We can take a break and get you some energy soon.”
The elevator was pitch black besides the glowing eyes, which was a bit unsettling in Gregory's opinion. The boy was quick to hold his arms up towards Freddy, hopping up and down so he'd be able to pick him up. “Mm, snacks!”
As expected, when the trio emerged into the basement some of the children went silent in fear of Moon. Others didn't seem to mind him all that much.
“You made it!” Sun exclaimed, rushing over to Moon excitedly and grabbing hands as he hopped up and down, coming very close to hitting his head on the ceiling a few times. “The lighting down here is perfect for you, right?! Oh, oh, and the kids are so sweet already; you’re going to love them!”
“Moon!” Flynn called softly, stretching out a hand and shaking much like Ian had upon Sun’s appearance.
“Ehehehe, oh yes. It's not too bright,” Moon answered his sunny counterpart before turning to look over at the endoskeleton and gently resting his hand against its own. “You must be... Flynn! Ah yes, no one’s ever this excited to see me, so you must be Flynn.”
“Yes!” the young spirit exclaimed, trying to squeeze Moon's hand. The endo's eyes shifted to the side. “SEE, Ian? I TOLD YOU Moon wasn't scary!”
“He still freaks ME out...,” Ben's voice came from right next to Freddy and Gregory, clearly trying to be quiet so Moon wouldn't hear.
Ian laughed at Flynn's comment, still looking up at Sun. “I just like Sun more 'cause we painted all the time.”
Moon didn't seem to mind being called scary—he figured the kids would be intimidated. It was just his lot in life as the resident “creepiest animatronic in the Pizzaplex.” However, he certainly wasn't trying to scare anyone. At least, not right now.
“It's getting crowded down here!” Roxy commented from the other side of the room with a laugh, speaking loudly to be heard over Sun's chatter and the whispers of the kids that had started up again.
Freddy nodded, then placed Gregory down so he could open his chest hatch and retrieve the bag of sandwiches. “I grabbed whatever was available; there are five sandwiches in the bag, not that I think you will need that many at once!”
Gregory was quick to take the bag and sit down, happily munching on a sandwich. “Thank you!”
“You are welcome,” Freddy replied, staying by Gregory's side and watching the room.
“OH! Ian, that reminds me!”“ Sun exclaimed, clapping his hands. “Freddy brought some art supplies down here a while ago; have you all gotten to use them?!” He wasn't sure how much the children were actually able to move the endoskeletons, since at this point all he'd seen was them shifting and occasionally sticking out a hand.
“Yes! We've used them!” Ian replied, his head slightly turning to look over at Flynn. “I want to paint again!”
“...Can we?” Flynn asked Moon, rocking slightly with anticipation.
“Of course we can!” Moon assured with a vigorous nod.
“Yay!” Sun cheered, gently patting the heads of both Flynn and Ian’s endos in unison. “We’re all going to have so much fun!”
Moon clapped his hands together, causing the wrist bells to jingle. “We'll have to get your little sleeping spots set up, too.”
“We get our own spots?!” Flynn asked with a tiny gasp. “Like… a sleepover every night?!”
“Exactly like that!” Sun replied, grinning at the pair. He wanted to hug them so badly but reasoned that would be best left until they were in Gregory’s state of being.
Ian squealed with delight, his frame trembling. “That's so cool! I wanna share my room with Flynn!”
“You can definitely share a room!” Sun reassured, then glanced at Moon. “Hmm… we need to figure out where their room could be, though—it’s going to be a tight fit if we all try cramming in our current one…”
Moon waved a hand in front of Sun's face, as if trying to brush away his counterpart’s worries. “We’ll make it work like we always do, ehehe!”
“Geez, they sure have a lot of energy, huh?” Roxy commented, gently nudging Robin’s endoskeleton in the side. “I don’t know how they keep it up!”
“How is your energy, Gregory?” Freddy asked, glancing down at the boy.
Gregory lifted his head, smiling up at Freddy. “I'm okay! Just a little bit tired.”
“Alright; let me know if you would like to take a break and do something more low-key,” Freddy said, smiling down at Gregory. “At some point tonight, I would like to find Thomas and Leon and get an update on you-know-who…”
Gregory nodded, returning to his sandwich. “Sure thing. Oh, but do you wanna know something? Ben doesn't like the crust on sandwiches, so I told him I'll take them off for him when he eats.”
Freddy pressed a hand to his heart. “That is very sweet of you, superstar!”
“Yessss!” Ben cheered, raising his hands slightly. “I can’t wait to eat again… I’m gonna have lots and LOTS of cake and ice cream, ‘cause Gregory said we can eat ANYTHING we want!”
“Yeah! I told 'em I never get full or anything!” Gregory exclaimed with a laugh. Despite loving the taste of food, he found that it wasn't nearly the same as enjoying it when he was alive. Still, at least he never had to worry about going hungry again…
“I want pizza…,” Lily chimed in, and Ivy quickly added “Yeah, pizza!”
“You two are already taking after Chica!” Freddy responded as Sun turned to face the new voices—well, new to him.
“Oh, you sound so little…,” Sun murmured softly, clasping his hands in front of him. He tilted his head towards Gregory and Freddy, hoping either one—or anyone who had the information—could give him an answer to his next query: “You know, I don’t think you ever told us the age ranges for these sweet little rays of sunshine…”
“Mia’s is the oldest—she's 11! I'm the second oldest!” Gregory announced proudly, resting his hands on his hips. “The twins are um... four, I think!”
“I'm eight!” Ian chimed in, giggling quietly as he looked over at Sun. “Oh, and Flynn is nine, but he's only older than me by a few months!”
“I’m nine, too!” Ben exclaimed proudly, and if he could he’d have his hands on his hips, quite similar to what Monty would do when boasting.
“Me too!” Robin piped up from the other end of the hall, rocking back and forth slightly.
“And I believe the last two are Ella, who is seven, and Katie, who is six,” Freddy added, watching as Sun swiftly turned to look at each endoskeleton that spoke. As expected, the daycare attendant was doing his best to make sure he gave everyone a bit of attention.
“Wow!” Sun exclaimed once Freddy finished talking, grinning around the room. “There’s so many of you; you all have to come to the daycare for regular playdates with Moon and I! We want to spend time with everyone!”
“And play so many fun games, ehehehe,” Moon added with a laugh, and the room instantly devolved into excited chatter about what these games entailed.
“Hey, Freddy?” Gregory asked once the attention had been successfully diverted from him again. He looked at the bear with a curious expression and raised his arms. “Can we go talk to Thomas and Leon?”
“Yes, I suppose—as long as Sun and Moon are alright with that,” Freddy replied, glancing at the pair as he lifted Gregory up.
“We’ll be just fine!” Sun reassured with a wave of his hand. “You’ve just got to help us get back to the daycare sometime before day shift!”
“I’ll hang here too, just in case,” Roxy added, placing her hands on her hips. “If anything goes down, I’ll come find you guys!”
“See you guys soon!” Mia remarked softly.
Freddy waved to the room as he and Gregory walked to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Freddy squeezed Gregory in a tight hug and rested his chin gently on top of his head.
“You have done so well tonight, superstar!” Freddy praised, thinking over everything they’d accomplished both this evening and the day before—most of the time had been spent in the basement, and he could tell the kids were already much happier than they’d been so far. “I know everyone appreciates your kindness; it is clear that the other animatronics are overjoyed to see the children, and they feel likewise.”
Gregory was quick to hug onto Freddy, smiling as he nuzzled against his chest. “Thank you! I've tried my best. You know, it's gonna be even more fun when they're finally able to get out of those endoskeletons… And I couldn't have done any of it without all your help!”
He couldn't take all the credit.
“We make a wonderful team,” Freddy replied with a chuckle. He readjusted Gregory to hold him with one arm as they walked, heading towards Rockstar Row since Freddy wasn’t sure which security office they guards would be in. To his surprise, there was a handwritten note taped to the door to his room.
“Oh! It is from Thomas and Leon,” Freddy said as he picked the note up and began to read it. “They stopped by but we were not in our room, so they would like us to meet them in the security office in the West Arcade. Hmm, they are so far away today…” Freddy paused, wondering if this had anything to do with them potentially seeing either the lights go off or the daycare attendants moving. He realized with a grimace that they’d never properly apologized for that incident… maybe they could do so tonight.
“Huh, I thought they would've found us with the cameras or something,” Gregory remarked with a light shrug of his shoulders. “Well, let's go! Maybe they have more cool stuff to show us!”
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some infinites
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written on the books ☁️ charles leclerc
summary: charles being your biggest fan.
couple: f1 driver! charles x singer! you
face claim: sabrina carpenter
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selenagomez so proud of you 🤍
bellahadid my angel baby bestie
arianagrande you look so great!!!!!!!!!! can’t wait to see you again 🤍🫧🫧
dualipa LOVE U!!!!!
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madisonbeer u r unbelievable superstar
madelyncline wow wow wow yes yes yes 👼🏻🧚🏻♀️✨
gigihadid amazing 😍
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charles_leclerc back on pooooooole babyyyy. really happy with that. but before sunday’s race, we’ve got another qualifying and the sprint race this afternoon. let’s go!
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user1 YN LIKED WTF
user2 congrats baby we love you and we’re so proud of you (WHAT THE F YN IS DOING HERE)
user3 let’s go for moreeeee
user4 am i the only one who does not like yn’s songs
user5 @user4 yes you are
user6 @user4 yes
user7 @user4 yup
user8 congrats and good luck for today’s race
user9 c’mon charles it’s written in the stars you’ll win today
NOW: F1 2023 US GP Charles Leclerc Post Sprint Race Interview
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user1 WAIT THIS IS ACTUALLY THE CUTEST THING EVER
user2 my favorite era of yn is definitely this one because she looks the happiest omg
user3 i want someone to look at me like charles to yn 🥹 like the pureness in his eyes omg im actually gonna faint
user4 finally she gets a matured man
user5 charles found his dream girl
user6 i absolutely love this, charles needs someone like yn and yn needs someone like charles!!!!!
user7 im a yn fan and a reader this is my girl dinner
user8 this actually made me feel so happy for them and teared up a bit.
user9 the thing that gives me goosebumps is the songs she will possibly write about these moments!!!
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user10 OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE IM GONNA PASS OUT
user11 why is dude wearing a ferrari shirt
user12 @user11 dude lives for ferrari
user13 i love how charles isn’t afraid to let yn shine because he knows what she’s worth and is one of her biggest fans, im so happy for her.
user14 @user13 exactly!!!!
user15 @user13 this is why this is her FOREVER!
user16 her next album is gonna be SO LOVELY
user17 i want to be them
user18 OMG!!!! this. she looks so happy and he’s batshit smitten by her.
user19 @user18 they suit each other perfectly
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arthur_leclerc 😍😍
user20 THIS PIC OMG IM SHAKING
user21 marry this man
user22 that’s so hot of him
user23 he’s like fck the podium im gonna kiss my girl
user24 that’s a true man
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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI
synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.
contents: fem!reader, explicit content, they do basically everything BUT seggs (oral male and female receiving, sexting, fingering), extreme word vomit and narration in the beginning, characters are all in their mid/late-20s, romcom, honestly they're figuring themselves out, mdni
word count: 4K
a/n: honestly, idk why the word count keeps increasing everytime but i tried to make this as fluffy and emotional as possible?? please have respectful eyes and thoughts when reading :3c - again if u wanna be added to the taglist just comment below hehe
三 : Baby, my room is the G spot -> prev. -> next.
You've spent the past few weeks mulling over your "passion project"; spending the majority of your days writing till late as three in the morning, back slouched and brain caffeinated, convincing yourself that each paragraph written was perfect. But recently you've found yourself hating every word, every sentence, and every character development point that you've produced. If it wasn't for the fact that you've poured over 30,000 words into the novel you would've scrapped everything and started over. Something felt off.
You groan, kicking your legs underneath your office desk and slumping over in your chair. The words on the screen didn't even look like words anymore. You can't count how many times you've rewritten the same paragraph. Writer's block is killing you and you blame it on your husband.
It's been exactly three days since the dressing room incident and, unlike grown adults, you both decided it was best to sweep it under the rug. There was a small window of opportunity to speak about it but it didn't help that minutes later the store manager put two and two together and implemented a lifetime ban against you and Rin. Needless to say, the drive home was dead silent. But at least you received the clothes for free!
Of course, a million questions ran through your head, trying to piece together what even caused Rin to do that. The most far you've gotten with him was limited to heavy make-out sessions, and even those are a rare occurrence. Your not-so-obvious plan of trying to seduce him worked (it was Shidou's idea), so why do you feel like you're back to square one?
The messaging app on your laptop hops up and down before its jarring ringtone blasts through the speakers. You click 'accept' when you see the names of your familiar penpals pop in the middle of the screen and enter the call seeing eerie smiles coming from everyone.
"So," Bachira sings, eyes gleaming with intensity, "how did it go?"
So much for “hello”.
A soft blush creeps its way to your cheeks and it doesn't go unnoticed by your friends. A chorus of 'oohs' and 'aahs' follow suit and you feel even more naked than you were days ago.
"It went well, like super well." You meekly recall the explicit events that occurred in the dressing room, stumbling over the details as you remember your husband's careful movements against your skin and lower regions.
The four men sit up straight, whispering to each other with wide eyes 'See? I told you so!' and Shidou proudly puffs out his chest at his genius plotting.
"But," And this is where everyone stops in their tracks and tenses, "we still slept in separate beds afterwards."
Betrayal and disgust are written on their faces.
Hell breaks loose as the men raise their voices at the same time, a series of fake cries and spurs of curse words that you haven't heard before leak from the device. You hastily connect your Bluetooth headphones to your laptop to hopefully drown out the sounds since Rin is still very much at home - just in the other room.
"Guys," Your voice strains, "everything will be okay." The reassurance is more for yourself than for anyone else on the call.
"I just wanna know what your husband is thinking." Chigiri presses his lips together in a tight line.
"He's bold enough to finger fuck you in a dressing room but doesn't have the balls to just sleep in the same bedroom?" Shidou scoffs.
Hiori raises a hand to interject while wearing an uneasy expression, "You ever think there's something that happened in his past that's causing him to avoid certain amounts of intimacy?"
You draw in a deep breath before shaking your head, "Honestly, I'm not sure if there's much on his past and we've always danced around the topic." More like Rin would always try and excuse himself from the conversation during the few times that it did happen. You've assumed the number of partners is probably more than the average person, given the fact that he's a popular athlete and gives off 'male lead' energy in a drama.
"Here's a wild thought to consider!" Bachira shares his screen, and the contents of a poorly drawn-out graphic bearing the colorful words 'TOP THINGS TO DO TO SEDUCE A VIRGIN' pops up. There is a step-by-step guide with weirdly in-depth descriptions for each point. The points labeled 'force them to share a bed' and 'lingerie' were scribbled out while being accompanied by a sad face.
"What am I looking at exactly?" You blank at the screen, ignoring the suppressed giggling fits coming from Shidou and Chigiri in the background.
Hiori clears his throat, "We were all thinking that maybe your husband is also a virgin." The jarring statement causes you to choke on your saliva but he continues on, "It's clear that he cares about you from what you've told us, and maybe the dressing room incident caused him to have some sort of confidence in his performance? We believe he's just shy and is waiting for you to initiate the process."
Chigiri nods in agreement, "And given that he's avoidant talking about his past relationships, it could mean he just doesn't have any partners and assumes that you probably had plenty."
"But why would he even assume that?"
"Because," Shidou launches himself close to the camera, "you're literally a smut master. You don't think he's looked up your shit even once?"
You open your mouth, trying to fish the right words to respond, and nothing comes out. You find your legs bouncing rapidly against the hardwood floor and gnaw at the bit of flesh in your mouth, a sudden surge of a mix of anxiety and excitement bursting through your veins. "This—I don't think makes sense." Except, you think, it does. It 100% does make sense and you want to hit yourself on the head for not catching it earlier.
Bachira lets out a long whimsical sigh and zooms in to the top of the graphic, enhancing the words 'SEND HIM NUDES, "You can start with this and," he scrolls down to the next bullet point, "follow up with my favorite foreplay: sexting!"
Subconsciously, you find yourself reaching for the phone, staring hard at the background photo of you and Rin on one of your earlier date nights. The photo had poor lighting quality due to the only source being his small apartment TV at the time. The two of you were seated against the couch cushions on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest and his arm awkwardly wrapped around your shoulder. It was your first couple's photo together after a long movie marathon. A shitty but precious photo nonetheless. You find yourself thinking, maybe the third time is the charm?
Rin shuts his laptop after another hour-long session with Anri, feeling everything but relaxed. He didn't go into much detail on what happened, fearing both judgment from his therapist and recognition of the lack of communication skills - so he lies. He didn't care if Anri was able to sense it, Rin knows he's a bad liar, but he also knows that he probably shouldn't be venting with a distracted mind.
He tosses his headphones to his side and lays down on the bed, limbs sprawling out in all directions to try and release some of the tension in his body. Ever since what occurred three days ago, he's been struggling to act like his usual self. His kicks have been sloppy, rushed, and just filled god awful accuracy. The meals that he tried to cook himself right afterward always end up tasting burnt for being on the stove a minute too long. And you? Rin remembers you asking if you had wanted to talk about it shortly after but he was quick to decline. A bit too quickly. He knows he should've started the conversation but restless thoughts of insecurity clouded his judgment.
What if you secretly hated it? What if you faked your orgasm? Will anything that he'll do live up to your prior experiences?
He shudders at the thoughts before snapping back up from the mattress. Rin needs to relieve this stress build-up by doing the only thing he knows best and starts packing his gym bag for the training grounds.
When he pokes his head out, he vaguely overhears muffled voices along with your fingers rapidly typing away at your keyboard, and exhales. You're still busy in your weekly meeting and that means he can have plenty of alone time if he doesn't bump into his teammates during after-hours. Rin quickly fills up his water bottle, throwing in a couple of ice cubes, then dips.
Luck is finally on his side as Rin steps onto the open turf field with no one in sight. He lets out a deep sigh, throws down his bag, and dives deep into his routine work. His mind goes numb an hour in after scoring against the dummy goalie for the nth time, his accuracy returning at a steady pace, and finally decides to take a quick water break. Just as he finishes relacing his cleats, a familiar buzzing sound catches his ears, glancing down to see your text.
my love
"are you alone right now?"
He pauses and stares. For some reason, he feels like this is a test and hesitates an answer. Are you in a bad mood? Are you asking to have a long-winded phone call over the incident? Rin's shaky fingers hover over the phone's keyboard and, before he has the chance to say anything, you send over the next message.
The first thing he sees is 'IMAGE RECIEVED' and the second thing he sees is a pair of breasts. Your breasts. It's a faceless photo but he recognizes the white lacey outfit from the boutique. You had one of your arms pressed under your breasts to elevate them for extra volume and your thighs were spread open just enough for your folds to slip through. Rising temperatures and aches soon force their way down to his stomach and growing length.
Even though Rin knew he was alone, he snaps his neck side to side just to make sure before replying.
Rin
"looks nice"
He immediately regrets it. It's not like he plays nonchalance very well, either way. Rin is fast to recall back to the erotic novels he's read and pulls together a message that is more fitting and elegant in his eyes.
Rin
"do you want me to come back?"
You're quick to respond back and he grimaces.
my love
"no."
But you continue to his surprise.
my love
"but if you're alone do you mind touching yourself?"
Rin inhales a sharp breath and palms his evident aching length through his shorts, it's burning to the touch. He's confident that there aren't any cameras that are still on, there was no point if everyone else went home for the day, right? Rin finds a comfortable corner in the arena and presses his back flush against the cold wall, pulling out the camera app on his phone. He adjusts the position so that his lower abs are in frame and tug down his waistband enough for his head to poke out, already wet and raging red from precum, and snaps the picture over.
my love
"oh wow wait you're at practice rn?"
Rin
"don't worry too much, im the only one here"
"do you want to see more?"
There's a moment in pause and Rin thinks maybe he's overstepped his place as he watches the text bubbles reappear and disappear soon after the other. But soon you return with his message with more than what he can bite.
my love
"dont finish just yet! come back when you're done with training and let's have a talk."
ATTACHMENT: 1 IMAGE
And it's a photo of your ass.
On instinct, his fingers brush over his sensitive head and he bites down his lips to contain a threatening moan from escaping. As much as Rin would love to pleasure himself shamefully on work grounds, curiosity, and some sense of morals, crawl back to his senses.
Rin
"be back in 15"
With a quick toss of his water bottle and ruffling for his car keys, RIn has never driven home at lightning speed till now.
You find yourself pacing back and forth in your bedroom, heart hammering against your chest as you fiddle with the lace hanging from your bodysuit as a failed attempt to calm your nerves. A part of you wants to thank your friends for their suggestions and another part of you wants to hide underneath covers because you still can't process that this might be finally happening.
Sounds of keys jingling by the front door halts your movements and you could hear your husband frantically tossing his shoes and bag on the floor - an uncharacteristic trait for someone neat like Rin. Before you get the chance of covering up in any way, the athlete rushes into your room, seemingly a bit out of breath. His usual teal eyes now have a familiar dark overcast over them, similar to how he looked in the dressing room days ago.
You press your thighs together, shyly averting your gaze from the male, and cough, "I think we both need to confess something so I'll go first. I want us to explore more intimately but I want you to know that you're going to be my first for essentially everything." You make an anguished noise, flush, and look away. Rin doesn’t press it, but the silence falls over, and it's a heavy one.
You hear him let out a small, but audible, gasp of sorts. Then some shuffling. Then a soft plop. You look up and Rin is sitting on your bed, patting the spot next to him and shooting you a gentle smile. Pressure that you didn't even realize you had is released from your body as you sit down, immediately reaching out to interlace your fingers with his. You sink your head against his broad shoulder.
"You're my first for everything too," Rin admits followed by a hushed sigh, his cheeks tinted red, and it looks like he's going to either laugh or cry, you can't tell but, from the moonlight shining through the windows, you can at least see that he isn't terrified. "So let's take care of each other, okay?" And gives your hand a tight squeeze.
Rin reaches over and tugs you to straddle in his lap. It's not awkward, almost easy, and you follow the eager voices chanting in your head as you lean back between your husband's firm thighs. Arms loop around his neck and your eyes lock, meeting his dark and seemingly naive ones. There is enough natural light flowing in that you can count each individual eyelash, notice the small movements in his pupils as he searches for permission, how his lips tweak from both nervousness and hunger, and that his skin is essentially flawless.
You take the initiative and the kisses that you leave on his collarbones are enthusiastic, needy, and messy - more displaced saliva than anything else. But neither of you cares enough. Rin lets out the slightest of moans and his hands find their way to your thighs, thumbs pressing down hard that leaves you wondering if there's a chance for bruises tomorrow.
His grip on you tightens when your lips hover over his flushed ears. You decide to play with this discovery and drag your teeth over his right ear lobe, almost moaning in response to the noise that escaped from Rin's mouth.
"I didn't realize that you have sensitive ears." You continue to playfully nibble his lobes, managing another groan from the male.
"Don't push it." Rin breathes out before pressing one of his thumbs against your covered folds, humming in contentment when he realizes that it's completely soaked. As he circles around your heat, he hears his name slipping through your plumped lips, a distinctive whine that makes his cock twitch. "Let me try something real quick."
He sets you aside and gets up, desperately tossing his sweat-covered t-shirt and unbearable sweats from his warming skin. All clothes from his body are stripped and forgotten on the bedroom floor as he stands fully exposed and watches your flustered figure with nothing but instincts taking over.
Rin lays fully down on the mattress and motions you to climb on top, ass facing him. If your face wasn't red before, it sure is red now after putting the indications together. "Come here, let me make you feel good." His voice is coated with needy intoxication and you obediently follow his commands.
You carefully hover your lower half over his face and lay face to face with his twitching head, mind racing as you try and figure out how exactly are you going to fit him in your mouth. It should be a crime to be this dangerously attractive and pair it with something so big. Before you get the chance to grasp his length, your body jolts and a shriek escapes your lips. Looking over your shoulder, you see Rin spreading your warmth apart with a smirk etched onto his face.
"Relax," is all he says, pulling down your thighs, and your mesh-covered mound meets with his impatient tongue flicking and drinking your soiled leakage.
You let your mind blissfully go blank and struggle to not grind your hips against his nose. Your ragged breathing hangs over his leaking tip and it twitches angrily in response. Finding your strength, you curl your hand around his throbbing erection, giving it a few experimental strokes, immediately taken aback by how firm a penis can be.
"A bit looser, love." Rin hisses out between your legs, his mouth now covered in a mixture of your fluids and his drool. He's fighting a war in his head, debating whether to stop to look at your cute attempt to swallow him whole or continue to ravage your dripping folds. The second option sounds infinitely more appealing, he thinks.
You mumble out a drunken apology and adjust your grip. After a few strokes and vibrations of him groaning against your lower half, you finally find the courage to consume his impressive size. Your lips wrap itself around his head and Rin is doing everything that he can to not shove the entirety of his cock down your hot, welcoming tunnel. The combination of your crazed moans and juices are like honey in his throat and it drives him insane. The swirling from your tongue around his tip and your bobbing head movements send his hands to grasp each side of your ass, he whines and kneads against the soft fat.
"Fuck," Rin knows he shouldn't buck his hips into you, especially since you look like you're still struggling with his length, but it feels too good for it to go unnoticed. "Don't stop, do that again."
You let out a hum against his head in response, sending static shock to his legs, and repeat the process again. Rin chooses not to hold back his moans, not when you're both figuring out each other's bodies for the first time, and he allows the heavy fog in his vision to swallow him whole. His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass and grinds your hips back and forth on his mouth, making sure that your hood rubs against the tip of his nose for added pleasure. A minute passes and Rin feels the pressure building faster than he can even warn you.
"Baby, I—" He gasps out, the knot quickly comes undone in his stomach and unintentionally releases in multiple spurts into your mouth. Rin feels you choke in response, and knows that the load is way more than what he usually produces. His head rolls deep into the pillow and cries out a moan when you attempt to swallow with his overly sensitive cock still between your lips.
You pop his wet length from your now sore jaw and laugh weakly, "So that's what semen tastes like."
Rin grunts and proceeds to flip your body onto the bed, earning a loud yelp from you, "Still need to finish you off." He slips between your legs, resting his mouth on top of your wet mound, and sucks off the remaining slick through the mesh fabric. You almost clamp your thighs together from the sensitivity but his arms stop your actions.
Your hands grab at the bedsheets, knuckles turning white from the obvious burning sensation slowly building up in your stomach as his mouth makes its way over to focus solely on your itching nub. You feel him tugging the fabric to the side and you immediately release a loud mew, curling your back against the mattress when his fingers feel their way inside your mushy entrance and pumping in all the right angles from before.
Encouraged by your response, he speeds up his pace and feels your tightness form as you writhe under his touch. Rin soon notices that your body has gotten too tense, knowing the struggle that you've caught yourself in as tears threaten to escape from your eyes. He pauses his fingers inside and coos, "I want you to look at me as you cum. Can you cum for me?"
You say nothing but your insides couldn't help but to pulse against his fingers after hearing his daring words. He takes that as approval and resumes his speed, mouth latching back to its original position but this time his half-lidded eyes don't falter from yours. Hands fly to tear skin at the broad shoulders beneath as you breathe out his name in ecstasy. Soon you're scrambling against him, lifting your hips from the wet mattress over his fingertips and face, wanting more, and Rin realizes that you're stumbling through a messy, hard-fought orgasm that he's completely responsible for causing. The juices spilling from your sobbing canal leaves him fuzzy and ransacked as he struggles to consume them.
He gets up, wipes his slick-covered mouth, and watches your chest heave from a mix of exhaustion and pleasure, "I'll be right back."
Your vision is blurry, to say the least, but you make out the subtle lighting turning on in the background, the sounds of a faucet running, and then the touch of your gentle husband as he makes brief dabs with a towel against your nether regions. You groan at the contact.
"Does it hurt?"
You shake your head, voice barely there, "Just a bit sore, it was really intense."
A chuckle rolls off his lips that send flutters to your already pounding chest. Rin feels his lips twist into a smile that matches yours, unable to fight off the feelings of warm affection that bloom deep in him as you stare deep into his gaze. He bends down, planting a chaste kiss on your sweat-ridden forehead while undoing the strings of the laced bodysuit. "I'm sorry, let's get you out of this thing and clean up, okay?"
You run your body under the rush of the warm water in the shower, cheeks flushed and mind still processing the fresh events. A negative creeping thought gnaws against your skull, saying that maybe he'll sleep in his room again but that dissipates when you hear him entering the bathroom. You see your naked husband looking at the ground through the translucent curtains, almost in a shy manner, completely forgetting the fact that he dominated you just moments ago, and whispers, "Do you mind if I join you?"
It's your turn to laugh this time, "The shower you mean? Yea, you can."
"Mhm," He brushes the curtains away and steps behind you, hands grabbing your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I meant for the night."
Suddenly, you find yourself smiling wide, it was infectious and silly, like you had just won a prize at the carnival fair. You melt against his chest and peer up into his sharp teal eyes, "Thought you'd never ask."
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The Jacket (part 1/2)
Summary: Alive!reader gets assigned a new locker, finds Wally‘s letterman jacket and decides to keep it
Includes: Wally Clark x reader, smut
A/N: I just love Wally & Rhonda‘s friendship
"This is not what I meant when I asked for a new locker." You said, scrunching your nose in disgust.
„Yeah, it's like they haven't cleaned it in decades" Your friend dusted her hands off.
A comical cloud of dust came out of the locker, when you finally managed to open the jammed metal door. Coughing, you stepped back.
Meanwhile, unbeknown to you, two students were watching. Dead Students to be exact.
„Hey, isn't that your locker, hot stuff?" Rhonda pointed her lollipop towards the situation.
The footballer turned and nearly tripped, running over to you.
„Stop panicking, it's not like you could do anything about it anyway." The brunette rolled her eyes and started following him.
„They promised my my mum they wouldn't give my locker away and now I see some-„ Wally tried to find the right words, holding onto Rhondas arm.
She raised a brow at him „Hot cheerleaders taking over your locker ?"
„I'm serious! All the stuff I have on me is in there, what if they throw it away?" He said, watching you hold up his letterman jacket.
„You're right, they really havent cleaned this in ages." You looked at your friend.
She reached inside, pulling out a blue and white jacket. You took it from her and held it up. „It's cute don't you think? Kinda vintage."
„Oh my god. look." She pointed at the stitching at the right top. ‚Wally' it read in white italic letters. You looked at her. „You think it belonged to the stadium guy?"
„Possible? I mean there's other stuff in there. Maybe he wants it back." Your friend crossed her arms. „We could go to the library at lunch and look into the yearbooks to find out."
The bell rang, interrupting your little locker investigation.
„Sounds like a plan." You said, before walking to class.
—
Wally anticipated lunch break and already waited in the yearbook section, when Rhonda suddenly appeared next to him.
„What are you doing here? Aren't you busy catching gossip in the teachers lounge ?" he asked, cocking a brow at her in question.
She smirked. „I love gossip, but seeing your big star student slash jock ego getting crushed by two human girls is even more entertaining to me"
Wally mocked her smirk and rolled his eyes. He was about to reply when he heard you and your friend entering the aisle.
„1981, 1982- ah here Yearbook of 1983. The trophy cabinet has a table with all, the state champion teams and his name was listed in that year."
Rhonda leaned her head on Wally‘s shoulder, or at least as far as she could with their height difference. „Oh superstar, even state champion? Aww, if I wasn't dead I'd feel sorry."
„Fuck you, Rhonda." Wally scoffed, trying to concentrate on you skipping through the yearbook pages.
„Sorry I'm not into footballers, sweetheart." She sucked on her lollipop again, leaning against the shelf.
Wally took a deep breath. He was a nice guy, really and he liked Rhonda, but sometimes her attitude just got to him.
„Maybe, footballer dick is just what you need to get over your brooding and depressed mood."
Rhonda laughed. „ Ew." She pushed his shoulder.
„Turn to the exceptional students pages." Your friend said and flipped through the book.
There it was, a full double page.
In loving memory of Wally Clark stood under his picture. Fluffy black hair, chocolate brown eyes and charming smile, wearing the exact same jacket you found in your locker today.
„He's dead?" It sounded more like a questioin than a statement coming out of your mouth.
„Sad, he's sexy." You friend stated.
Rhonda nearly choked on her lollipop and Wally swallowed, before a smirk crept upon his lips.
„She did not just say that?" The shorter ghost crossed her arms.
„He is." You agreed before nudging your friend.
„You think he was a fuckboy ?" She laughed and you joined in. Taking the book from you she read the different things written about him.
„Look, this cheerleader wrote ‚He loved eating jelly filled donuts' Oh I'm sure he did" She wiggled her eyebrows.
„Well if I was born back then, I wouldn't mind him tasting my jelly filled donut." you said giggling.
After chattinf some more, the two of you put the book back and left, still giggling about the handsome footballer.
Wally's face burnt bright red and he felt like his cheeks were on fire. He knew that girls had found him cute back when he was alive, but he never heard girls talk about him like that.
„Congratulations stud, now you're a teenage girls' wet dream in two centuries." Rhonda joked and patted his shoulder.
„What do you mean ?" Wally asked nervously.
Of course he had sex before and he did like it rough, but he was in a relationship before he died and even now he only had one partner to relief his teenage hormones. Wally never wanted to use someone for their body, but this ‚trapped in the school as a ghost’ situation didn't really allow any relationships.
„What I mean is, that girls are or were obsessed with you. When you came to this school I couldn't go anywhere without the female students talk about ‚tall and sexy' you are and how hot you look during football practice." She made a disgusted face and Wally looked at her in shock.
„Oh and don't we forgot about your girlfriend back then. She was very descriptive to her friends about your dick and how exactly you used it to bring her to the edge."
Wally now leaned against the shelves, trying not to freak out.
„But that was long ago, most of the ghosts here died after me." He said, trying to make himself feel better.
„I don't know why you're freaking out so much? I should be freaking out. Of disgust." She tried to calm him.
„You're right. I just thought- I can't believe I was so naiive." he said, looking down.
„Hey Wally, you're a nice guy." she said, making him smile. „Still entitled tho."
He laughed and rolled his eyes.
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A few days later you were able togive Wally's mother the stuff you found in his locker. She seemed like a nice woman and you felt a little emotional at how grateful she was.
Especially because you decided to keep the letterman jacket. You gave it to the dry cleaners and basically lived in it ever since picking it up. It was slightly oversized on you but extremly comfortable.
But there was also something different since you wore it. You felt... watched. Just like today, when you got dressed after swimming club.
After leaving the shower, you put a towel over the bench to sit down. You took little longer than usual and had the changing room to yourself.
Suddenly, it's like something tickled over your back, down to your hips. A pleasant sensation. You shivered, reaching for the jacket to cover yourself.
You called out for someone. But you really were alone. Your friend had joked earlier that Wally Clarks ghost would come for you, because you didn't give back his jacket. Luckily you didn't believe in ghosts and when you sat down on the bench, yet another thought invaded your mind.
You leaned back and opened your legs slightly. Wouldn't be the first time someone touched themselves in the locker rooms. The boys did it all the time after practice.
Your fingers travelled from your navel down to your already wet heat. Exploring your folds, before finding your clit, you closed your eyes. Wally Clark appeared behind your lids. He kneeled between your legs, strong hands holding your hips.
He kissed the creamy skin of your thighs upwards, the dreamiest of chocolate brown bedroom eyes looking up at you. He licked his plump lips before speaking against your folds, the vibration making you hiss out.
„Quite the unusual offer. Letting me eat you out so I'd forgive you for stealing." his tongue lapped up the wetness of your folds and one of his hands found your breasts, kneading them softly before pinching the nipple. One after one.
„Wally, please." You moaned and circled your clit faster. The feeling of being watched heightened your pleasure from the fantasy.
He sucked on your clit and his other hand also left your hip. Two of his fingers pushed inside you, pumping. „Mmmh" he moaned against your sensitive spot. You shivered and moaned his name again and again.
Goosebumps spread over your skin and you were sure his fingers would feel even better than your own. Shifting slightly on the bench, you were sure the towel underneath you was already soaked. The tight coil in your lower abdomen let you know you were close.
„If you weren't already late I'd edge you. Looking so pretty spread out for me on the bench." His fingers curled up and he switched between sucking and licking at your centre.
You came, biting down on your lower lip, so you wouldn't be heard in the nearby hallway. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to reality again and pulled his jacket together in front of your chest. You felt sick, pleasuring yourself to a dead boy. You decided to sit for a bit before redressing and drying your hair.
Wally still kneeled in between your legs. His lips glistened with your juices and he laughed „So much better than a jelly donut"
Licking his fingers clean, he tried to calm his nerves. His hard cock strained against the grey sweatpants, so he sat up and adjusted himself. He really tried holding back, knowing what he did was technically a grey zone of consent, but seeing you spread out on the bench, naked and wearing his jacket, he just couldn't not help you out. Also, you did say you wouldn't mind a few days ago.
He just wished you could see him. It made him dream on his own, about you two. Maybe on the bleachers or in the teachers lounge. Wally really liked the couch in the teachers lounge.
He watched you get dressed and waited for you to leave so he could take care of himself.
—
The thoughts of Wally haunted you throughout the next few weeks. Maybe his ghost did haunt you. So you decided to help the homecoming committee decorate the school with posters and decoration up until the late night to take your mind off it.
You fell asleep in the Gym. Waking up in the middle of the night on the hard floor you sighed. You were about to collect your stuff and leave when you heard a moan. Looking up, your jaw nearly dropped to the Floor.
Wally sat upon a gym mat, the ghost of a cheerleader who died in the 90s after dropping from a pyramid sat in his lap.
There was an obvious tent in his grey sweatpants. Her cheer skirt was tucked into the seam revealing her bare pussy with two of Wally's fingers knuckle deep inside. There was a wet spot on his crotch and the squishy noise of his fingers pumping at a fast pace hollowed in the gym.
Her moans were swallowed by his lips, hungrily devouring her mouth.
You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. Envious of the girl. Wally pushed a third finger inside, keeping the rough pace. The blonde girl reached down to rub her clit, but Wally slapped her hand away.
He pulled away from her, biting her bottom lip.
„You only get to do that when my cock has been inside of you."
Your head fell back against the wall. God, you must be really going crazy. Hallucinating or dreaming, but you couldn't tear your eyes away.
The blonde pouted. „M'sorry Wally."
He helped her climb off his lap before he stood up on the mat. She was already getting on all fours with spread knees. Meanwhile Wally pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his impressive girth. Getting on one knee behind her, he pumped himself with his head thrown back, before guiding himself inside her.
He started with slow thrusts, obviously not doing this for the first time. The blonde under him closed her eyes, mouth agape in pleasure.
Wally picked up the speed while kneading her asscheeks. Your eyes widened when he spread them, letting a string of his spit drip onto her other hole. He massaged it with his thumb and the blonde responded with screaming his name „Please, Wally. Please Please Please." she writhted under his touch as he pressed down with his thumb.
Your -or more his jacket felt too hot all of a sudden and you felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra. Pressing your thighs together you tried to get some relief.
The blonde bit her lip to silence her pleas buz Wally slapped her cheek „No. No. No. Baby. I wanna hear you. Let them hear you." His hand went back to her ass.
„You can pleasure yourself now." he instructed and her fingers immediately found her clit, circling roughly.
After her first orgasm, he pulled out. His dick dripping with her juices, the head angry and red. Wally helped her turn on her back, legs draped over his shoulders, guiding just the tip inside.
She whimpered. „Please come on my tits, Wally. I want to taste you."
You bit your lip at her voice, full of need and desire.
He smirked and started jerking above her chest. Her hand joined him as he put his abover hers, guiding her how he liked it.
He groaned her name as he came. Thick spurts of his glassy cum decorating her rosy nipples, up to her chin, which she greedily licked up.
She started licking him clean. „Thank you, Wally. Mmmh." He pushed her head down further, and looked up.
You stared at him wide eyed as you made eye contact with him. At first his gaze looked dazed from pleasure, but then he thought you could see him.
But that wouldn't be possible would it? Humans can't see ghosts.
Wally tucked himself away and helped his companion fix herself, but when he turned around you were gone.
He was definitely going to seek you out tomorrow.
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sae has always been private about his life.
whether you were his long time teammate or the press (that he despises so much), you still won't be able to name a handful of things about him.
privacy is something that means so much to sae as he is someone who is always out in the spotlight, cameras and eyes always ogling him and watching his every move when he's out
so that could only mean that your relationship with the midfielder superstar is private. it's private, but it's not a secret. or at least the media or his teammates, hell, everyone around him (including his own manager) doesn't know who you are.
sae would just post a vague picture of your one of many secret little dates. he would literally just post like the table or like the scenery if you two were at the beach or something.
it isn't much but its enough to keep the media fed for awhile on what's going on sae's life behind closed doors
what the people don't know is that you, his significant other, is also well acquainted with the team. as you were their team manager.
that would only mean that you and sae publicly (or at least to the team) interact with each other. just on a professional level. although when sae can't help himself, he does occasionally intentionally brush his fingers against your hand when you give him his towel or water bottle.
it's also the same with your lingering stares when you monitor the team during practice matches.
i mean it's not that anyone would notice either way. you were supposed to look after them at the end of the day.
currently the team was practicing hard for the upcoming match with blue lock. that meant more hours in the training facilities and more time monitoring their status
if we were being honest, you were quite a looker. the team themselves would flirt with you in broad daylight. so much that sometimes aiku couldn't help himself that he has to announce to the whole world that they have a "hot and beautiful manager"
now the question remains of how you managed to bag the sae itoshi. but if sae was being 100% truthful to himself, the question should've been how did sae manage to bag YOU.
there could be so many ways on you and the red head midfielder got together but it just boils down to the fact that you two are so much alike. as corny as it sounds it was like you found your other puzzle piece and vice versa.
you didn't manage to annoy sae with just standing there and it was nice to see some fresh air with the fact you didn't literally did everything in your power as a team manger to get close to him as some previous team managers used to do (at least to him)
and not that sae would admit it (it would hurt his pride) but it did sting a little when his little super star charm didn't work shit on you. you just carried on your manager duties and tended to everyone the same. no special treatment what-so-ever
sae liked the fact you were the first one to initiate this private relationship especially to the team as he was also on the same boat. he wasn't the type to boast his new girlfriend to the team so sae does not mind one bit that your relationship with him is kept under the rug.
as cocky as he is, he absolutely loves the thrill and adrenaline he gets when he is sure that no one is watching, he loves the shared kisses in secluded places like the hallways, your office, hell even in the infirmary. it's the little moments like that makes your relationship exciting
but just like the good things in your relationship, there were also bad ones.
the one thing that sae hates the most is that his own oblivious teammates like to flirt with you right in front of him. he himself is not sure whether or not they were just messing around but something in him just wants to shut them all up at once for good by just kissing you right in front of them.
especially aiku and sendou who can't seem to keep his hands off of you.
the gruesome practice finally ends for the day and all players (minus sae who stayed behind to practice more of his passes) were now on their way back to their own places. you still weren't finished with your daily paperwork about the team's progress so you also stayed behind
"you should finish up soon, i'm almost done typing today's paperwork" you tell your boyfriend who was sweaty as hell. wiping his sweat with his shirt, exposing his toned abdomen for you to see. (it's one of his ways to tease you while you were working. what an ass!)
sae doesn't say anything which was weird because during times like this, he would be the one to strike up conversations as there is no one else in the vicinity besides the two of you. one of your rare moments together during work
"sae?"
"i heard you the first time" he grumbles, grabbing the ball and tossing it to the nearby storage room. you stopped typing and eyed him from your laptop. why was he giving you attitude all of a sudden?
sae silently changes from his sweaty jersey to a new fresh dry-fit shirt and plops down beside you. he watches you finish up what seems to be individual reports about each player before you closed your laptop and leaned back on your chair, stretching your tired limbs after a long day of work.
you don't like how silent he has been so you turn to look at him with raised eyebrows. your silent way of asking him what's wrong
sae shrugs and motions you to lean on him, to which you happily oblige. he wraps an arm around your neck before pulling you in for a messy kiss.
"ew you're sweaty" you tease, giggling as you pull away. sae could only huff as his response before leaning his head on top of yours.
"i don't like how they flirt with you" sae casually brings up, breaking the silence between the two of you. you give him a puzzled look and observed his face in case there was a follow up to that vague statement.
there you noticed the slight hurt? jealousy? something you can't pinpoint in his eyes.
not that you would ever tell this to him but his eyes were always something you look at when he's talking to you as they express the emotions he was really feeling. so this time, his eyes tell you that he feels hurt by the whole ordeal
you grab his hand and intertwine them with yours. "do you want to announce our relationship to the team?" you start fiddling with his slender fingers
sae tightens his grip on your hand and stays silent. you take that as a yes that for the sake of his peace of mind, you will finally get to announce your relationship with him to the team.
"okay, i'll tell them" you smiled softly at your now pouting boyfriend. "let's go home"
the next day rolls in and practice was still gruesome as usual but during the first break of the day, sendou decided it would be the day to ask you out on a date in front of the entire u20 team. in front of sae itoshi too.
you were currently tending to sae who asked for some salonpas and his water bottle when aiku coughs to get your attention.
"hey y/n" aiku calls, a little too loud for your liking if you were being honest. you hum in response as you were busy applying salonpas on his shoulders
"my ace over here has something to say" aiku giddily says before pushing sendou to you, pushing sae out of the way unintentionally
sae's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when he watches the scene of sendou casually pulling out a single rose from what seems like under his jersey unfold before his very eyes.
you sat there, a salonpas in hand, dumbfounded at the gesture. aiku is cackling in the background as you listen to sendou recite a love poetry that he made for you
sendou takes your free hand before going down on one knee, "y/n, our beloved, beautiful, manager, will you go out on a date with m–" before sendou could even finish his sentence, a soccer ball comes flying straight to his head.
the whole field turns silent from the recent turn of events.
sendou whips his head towards the perpetrator, "who the fu-"
"she's taken" sae flatly says, walking over to you and giving you a big ol' kiss in front of the whole team. after he pulls away, he purposely stares deep into sendou's eyes. "i'll be the one to take you out on a date"
sendou could only wince at what sae just said. his dignity long gone. aiku didn't help either with the way he was now laughing his fucking ass off to the point he was deadass on the ground crying, holding in his stomach
"sae, you're scaring them" you scold your boyfriend, swatting his face away. sae simply rolls his eyes and purses his lips. "okay everyone, back to practice you boys go" you ushered, promptly removing sae's arm off your shoulders.
sae pouts but it quickly disappears when he suddenly calls out to sendou, again
"oh yeah and hey sendou?" he calls, sendou stops in his tracks and slowly faces the midfielder. "next time, go ask someone who's in your own league. you gravure idol-loving brat" with that, sae runs up to you and gives you a little kiss on the cheek before running back to the field to resume practice
sendou could only mumble words under his breath before aiku drags him away (while still laughing of course) now the only thing sendou needs to take care right now is the upcoming face off challenges for today's practice but from sae's aura, it seems like he's dead meat.
a little rewrite from my old blog <3 ^_^ everyone trend #saeistisback
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I ADORE environmental
details/storytelling
In the entrance of the pizza plex of RUIN, You can tell so many details about what type of people explored the pizzaplex before Cassie. To me at least, they truly feel like teenagers who may or may not spent time in the in-canon FNAF fandom (or that they're just realistically silly goobers)
This all comes from the graffiti of course, and the little marks people left around
"I Spent the night here and lived!!"
To me, this tells me that they are aware of the same "Five Nights at Freddy's = dying" correlation as we are (Thanks to Help Wanted making fnaf games canon in the fnaf universe). You cannot tell me that you wouldn't see this in real life if a fnaf attraction closed down.
"Tag Yourself"
A silly tag yourself chart. I can't tell what all the corners say, but I can read "Wizard" At the top most and "Filled with terror" on the right. The left hand side also says "Filled with" but the Vanny graffiti blocks it out. If someone knows what it says I'd love to know!
"Me"
The question is, does this have any significance for did a (maybe) Monty fan climb all the way up and spray paint the two letters green in dedication to their favourite animatronic
"do NOT eat the CHOWDA"
A reference to the code name for the RUIN Dlc. I wonder what was in the chowda...
"He was our superstar <3"
There are various instances which let us know that Freddy Fazbear is truly a beloved person in universe. The people adored him, and even after the plex closed down, the people sneaking in show their love and appreciation to the big bear <3
"they're still here"
Seems like someone encountered the animatronics and managed to live to tell the tale in yellow spray paint. Wonder how this person is doing.
"I miss fizzy faz :("
Apparently the pizzaplex is the only place where fizzy faz was sold. That or the company who made it broke ties with fazco and its out of production.
And finally
"Forever &Ever, Love Freddy"
It seems that those within the fazbear universe are just as interested in this phrase as many of us are. These words are found basically all over the pizzaplex, however I just have screenshots from the enterance. Seems like others had found their way into Bonnie's Green room and discovered the poster.
While some of these graffities may be referencing the Fazbear and Friends theme song, "Love" only shows up on that poster as far as I am aware.
This Is wonderful detailing to me, not only displaying how the outside world loved the Fazbear and Pizzaplex, but also enforces the importance of that poster and the words "You & Me Forever & Ever, Love, Freddy"
#I hope someone else finds this as interesting as I do#details in games are fantastic#fnaf#fnaf security breach#security breach#fnaf ruin#glamrock freddy#montgomery gator#roxanne wolf#Glamrock Chica#glamrock monty#glamrock animatronics#fnaf sb ruin
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superstar
in which: you punish idol san in real life because out of everyone in the limited theme cards you missed, it was only him
pair: idol!san/afab!reader
word count: 2.9k
content: smut, (some) bdsm, sadism, sadomasochism, masochism, oral sex, bedroom sex, edging, (you scream) so loud the entire dorm hears, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!
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San should have ran away the second you started screaming at the top of your lungs. You were just screaming into the void at first, so he was just a little concerned, but then when he heard you scream his name angrily, he knew that it was over for him.
Technically speaking, he knew he should have run away the second he heard the cursed beeps of you tapping on your phone screen to start playing SSATZ, but he didn’t think much of you playing Arriba over and over again since the update did drop. The problem was that he didn’t you were going to be collecting the set this time around. You had done so for Crazy Form, WE KNOW, and Emergency— that should be enough, right?
Wrong.
You were collecting that set. Why? San looked fucking sexy in that set. Your mouth literally watered when you saw the season’s greetings photos for the first time, and Detective Choi San had a choke hold on you to the point where you forced your boyfriend to role-play with you one night. Rather than get his card, though, you got every other member in the group— and you got Yunho’s card 5 times. You were going to deal with him later. First, you had to deal with your lover.
He made a mad dash for the front door, but it was too late. You were standing in front of the door, your arms crossed over your chest, your eyes narrowed into a glare.
“You fucking suck, you know that?” you bit out.
“It’s not my fault! Blame the app developers, not me,” poor San sounded like he was about to cry.
“It so is your fault, though!”
“How?!”
“…I don’t know, but it’s your fault! Repent!”
“B-baby, listen, I’ll give you my credit card, so just buy the more expensive packs! Spend the money until you get it!” San tried to beg for his life.
“It’s too late for that! They started the update!”
“God fucking dammit!”
“Come with me. Now.”
San shivered; you dropped your voice so low that he thought you were actually going to kill him. You didn’t have that lusty look in your eye, so he had no idea how you were going to punish him, but he knew for a fact that you were definitely going to punish him that night.
You grabbed his arm and started walking him towards his room, only for Yunho to enter the apartment magically at that moment.
“Y/N? Are you okay, I heard you screaming,” Yunho said, concern laced in his voice.
“Don’t fucking talk to me, Yunho,” you spat, immediately making the tall boy cower. “I’ll be dealing with you next.”
“What did I do?!”
“Too much.”
“Dude, just run away now before it’s too late,” San hissed to Yunho when he felt your grip on his arm tighten.
Yunho saluted before fleeing the apartment. Without a second to lose, you dragged San to his bedroom, closing and locking the door upon entering.
“Strip and sit down on your chair,” you ordered.
San knew not to mess with you. He quickly did as you said, sitting politely in his desk chair with his hands on his knees. Meanwhile, you were digging through his closet to find some of the sex toys the two of you had used in the past. You found the shibari rope, vibrating cock ring, and riding crop that you were looking for. When you turned towards him and began to tie him up, the fear in San’s eyes only got more intense.
“Baby… Please…” San begged for mercy even though you hadn’t even started yet.
“So you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” you asked.
“Well, when I tie you up, it’s fun for me—”
“And tying you up is fun for me, so…” you tied the rope as tightly as possible, conjoining him to his chair. With a final yank, you made sure that San was completely immobile. Holding the riding crop to his chin and pushing his head up so that he was looking right at you, you continued, “Sit here and take it until I feel better.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
San already knew what to do— the two of you had done this in the past, but it was always fun for all the parties involved. That being said, it wasn’t that San wasn’t looking forward to it; he just wished that the circumstances were different because you definitely weren’t going to be nice. He wondered if the safe word the two of you put in place would still apply.
You had no intention of actually making San cry. You wanted to edge him out. You wanted to slowly frustrate him until there was no point of return, the same way his greyed out card stared and laughed at you as you kept pulling every single member but him. Not necessarily an even exchange, but close enough.
Sliding the ring over his cock, you immediately began to stroke him, his cock firming up as more and more blood rushed to his waist. San bit back a light moan and choked back small grunts, his entire body lurching with your every touch.
“You’re extra sensitive today, Sannie,” you whispered in his ear. You leaned forward and intentionally pressed your clothed breasts against his bare chest as you purred, “Is it because you’re scared?”
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, and you only giggled more when you turned the cock ring on, the vibrations immediately making the man shiver and trembled. He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at you or anything for that matter. Taking the riding crop, you guided his head back forward. His eyes fluttered open, and his mouth was partially open as he let out shallow breaths.
As much as you wanted to tease him and taunt him with your words, all you could do was ogle at the sight of your boyfriend slowly losing his mind. He looked so sexy sitting there, his chest puffed out since his arms were tied behind the back of the chair, and his abs slightly more prominent as he clenched, the pleasure starting to override him. It definitely did not help when you slapped his chest and nipples lightly with the riding crop, and it only proceeded to get more difficult to keep it together when you slapped his thighs with a bit more power. He absolutely lost it when you took the corner of the crop and teased the tip of his penis.
“F-fuck!” San cried, his voice breaking and wavering. “Baby, I’m cumm—”
San cut himself off when you suddenly turned the vibrator off. He looked at you with wide eyes as you just stood before him with your arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed only when he finally realized how you were punishing him. His cock softened slightly as he sighed deeply and looked up at you with eyes that made you just want to pounce on him.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
“Honestly, baby, I would rather you just spanked me or gagged me or literally anything else… This is torture,” he complained.
“I mean, that’s the point darling,” you smirked at him.
You took the cock ring off and set it aside before stroking him again, his dick hardening once more. You continued to pump him as you leaned close to him, your lips near his ear as you recited sweet nothings to him.
“Sannie, you’re my good boy. You’re so perfect, so sexy, so gorgeous, so hot,” you showered him with compliments and got closer and closer to him. “Everything about you drives me crazy, you know that, right?”
“Yes—” San sharply inhaled when you caressed him just the right way. “Yes, ma’am.”
You smiled before grabbing his cheeks with one hand and turning his face so that you could kiss him hard, lovingly, passionately. God, San was over the fucking moon. He so badly wanted to get out of the goddamn rope you bound him in and grab you so he could kiss you back even harder. He tried to wriggled out of it, but it was no use. So, he settled for leaning as far forward as he could, only for you to stop kissing him.
A tiny pout appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to complain, only to clamp his mouth shut when you started taking your clothes off one by one. He stared even harder because you turned away from him, wanting to tease him further, but also completely forgetting how much of an ass man your boyfriend was. He nearly bore a hole through your body when you shook your hair out, your back arching as you did so.
“Fuuuuuck, baby, come back. Edge me, torture me, do whatever the fuck you want. I just want you— I need you. Please, please, please, please, pleeeeease.”
You giggled lightly before saying, “You’re so cute, Sannie.”
“No, don’t call me cute! Call me sexy again.”
You stood right before him, ran your fingers through his hair, grabbed his roots, and tilted his head back. He looked up at you with the brightest, most sparkly and excited eyes you had ever seen.
“You know the point of this whole exercise is for you to get frustrated, not excited, right?”
“I can never get frustrated with you, baby.”
“…We’ll see about that.”
Straddling him, you rubbed the head of his cock against your folds before slowly sitting down on his lap, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as he slipped into you and completely filled you up. You’ve fucked him countless times in the past, and yet, every single time he entered you, he stretched you out and made you feel like he was going to tear you in half.
You were gripping his broad shoulders and nearly dug your nails into his skin as you started bouncing slowly and gently on his cock. Every time you sat down, you felt like he was going deeper inside you, and whenever he got too deep, you had to desperately hold back a moan, gasp, or cry, which you were only able to do when you buried your face in the crook of San’s neck.
Other than San’s occasional “Mmm”s and light sighs, the sounds of your wet pussy squelching as you rode him, your ass clapping against his waist and thighs, and your own heavy breathing. The sounds and the feel of San’s hot bare skin pressed against yours and his cock deep inside you were overstimulating you to the point where you wondered if you had to edge yourself for this to properly work as punishment.
Finally moving your head away from his neck, you looked at his face with half-lidded eyes, the corner of your lower lip tucked in between your teeth as you desperately tried to keep it together and not lose sight of your goal. The fucked out look on your face was so hot for San— he could stare at that look all the live-long day, but in the same breath, he desperately wanted your lips on his.
“Baby,” he whispered. “Kiss me. Please.”
“No,” you immediately declined.
“Come on, baby—”
“No.”
San’s head met your shoulder, defeat evident in his shoulders. He settled for leaving hickeys on your neck and shoulder, but he even failed in that endeavor because he didn’t have a strong hold on you— heck, he didn’t have a hold on you at all. You tied him up way too well; so well, in fact, that he couldn’t even thrust his hips upwards. His frustration was definitely building.
Yet, before he could complain or speak or anything, you finally gave in and kissed him. You shouldn’t have given in so easily, but you felt bad for him— also, you wanted to kiss him too.
San hummed happily as your lips met over again over again, his happiness only building when you slipped your tongue into his mouth and played with his. His orgasm was starting to build back up again as you clenched every time you sat down, the waves of pleasure building quickly.
Usually, right before he came, San would break off your kiss (if you were kissing) and focus on completely annihilating you with his cock before cumming, so when he moved his head away to stop kissing you, you immediately pushed yourself off his lap and stood up— well, you barely stood on your wobbly legs, but hey, you did it.
“Okay, I think you proved your point, baby,” San huffed lightly. “Just come here and let me finish.”
Fully ignoring him, you quickly gathered your clothes and wore them at the speed of light, San’s eyes getting wider with surprise by the second. After you were fully dressed and presentable, you waved at the tied up boy and said, “Bye, Sannie! I’ll see you later!”
“Wait, w-what?! Baby?! Y/N! WAIT COME BACK! WHAT— OH MY GOD, WHAT?!”
You heard your boyfriend shout loudly and a little angrily while you struggled to put on your shoes (why did you have to wear your fucking converse of all shoes that day?).
What scared the shit out of you was that you saw San, still fully naked and erect, stormed out of his bedroom sans shibari rope. Your hand was barely on the doorknob when San grabbed you and hoisted you over his shoulder.
“Absolutely the fuck not. We’re not done here,” San bit out.
You kicked and flailed as you tried to get him to put you down; and despite the fact that you were trying to get out of his grasp, you were laughing. You successfully frustrated him, and now he was about to fuck the shit out of you.
San tossed you on his bed and stripped you down fully— even your converse shoes went flying. And, impatiently, San skipped the foreplay, skipped treating you like a princess like he normally did, and went right to fucking you hard. He had you nearly bent like a pretzel with your legs on his shoulders. He pressed down so much of his body weight on you as he fucked you from above, and he made it even harder for you to breathe when he slipped his hand under your head, grabbed it, and brought your head up so he could kiss you to the point where he was eating you alive.
You clawed his back up to the point where you were practically drawing blood. He was way too intense— you may have pushed him way too far. And even though you were in pain, you also felt fucking amazing. You didn’t want him to stop, so when he finally let you surface for air, you were slightly disappointed.
San didn’t ask you to turn over like he normally did. He flipped you over himself. He brought your ass into the air and thrust harshly into you, his hands firmly planted on your ass. Once he got a good rhythm going, he slapped your ass left and right, the red on your skin deepening with every stroke of his hand.
“Sannie!” you cried as his ruts got faster and harder. “D-don’t— Fuck! F-feels so good!”
“Of course— Ngh— You like this, you sadomasochist,” San grunted out, his low voice making your fingers and toes tingle like anything. “You’re such a slut for my cock. I don’t know what you were thinking leaving me like that.”
You wanted to tell him that you would never, ever do that again to him, but you couldn’t because he was literally fucking your brains out. He repeatedly hit your cervix, and when you arched your back slightly, he hit just the right spot, and you came instantly. You creamed all around him as white and stars filled your vision.
And then finally— finally, finally, finally— San got to cum. He pulled you towards him as he brought his waist harshly to yours, his head flying back as he groaned loudly. His cock was twitching and throbbing as he just kept cumming, filling you up, breeding you.
When he pulled out, his cum spilled out of you, a trail of white running over your folds and dripping from your clit as you remained with your ass high in the air, your chest pressed firmly to the bed. San looked proudly at the mess he made you into before giving your ass one final smack and getting off the bed.
“That was more of a punishment for me, don’t you think?” you asked weakly as your breathing returned to normal.
“Was it? I think you enjoyed that more than me, baby,” San responded with a little laugh as he returned to the bed with tissues and water.
“…You’re probably right.”
San sat you up gently and handed you the water before cleaning you and him up and replacing his bedsheets. Moments later, San got under the covers and laid down next to you. You immediately set the water aside and snuggled into his embrace, your face pressing into his soft, warm, bare chest.
“Do you feel better now?” San asked quietly.
“Much better.”
“Good.”
“…But I still need your card to complete my set.”
You could literally hear San roll his eyes dramatically. With a fake, annoyed sigh, he hugged you closer and said with a light laugh, “Okay, I promise I will somehow get you my card.”
“Thank you, Sannie.”
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Propaganda
Isabel Jeans (Gigi)—gigi is not a good film but I think she’s absolutely stunning as the courtesan aunt! i want her entire wardrobe and then i want her to tell me how to sniff cigars and determine which diamonds are the good ones :3
Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.
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Isabel Jeans:
Sophia Loren:
im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty
She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65
OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)
One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.
Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances
JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL
Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.
Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.
Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.
Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳
Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.
Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.
Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.
She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.
On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."
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Actress!Y/n Talking About Harry in Interviews Over the Years(2018-2022) Part II
A/n:so, this is the second part, and I really hope you guys like it .
PART I | MASTERLIST
Jimmy Kimmel Live!, September, 2018
“I am so happy to have you here again.” Kimmel said, as they sat down. “You’re no longer my neighbor.”
“Unfortunately.” The woman agreed. “I miss you, Molly and the kids, we don’t have neighbors anymore.”
“You mean the house next door isn’t ready or…”
“We literally have no neighbors, we bought fourteen acres ‘next door’ to a preserve, so it’s amazing views and a huge amount of privacy.” She explained. “Which when you have a job in the industry, and two young children is amazing.”
“That’s right, you had another baby!”Jimmy said as if he didn’t already now. “How far apart are they?”
“So, we had Atticus in January last year, and eleven months later we had Talulah,” She paused giving the audience time o cheer, “we wanted them to be close in age, which is a decision a lot of parents make, we didn’t know it would happen so fast, but apparently we are very fertile people,” She paused again, letting the people go crazy, “Yeah, so of course, we didn’t factor in our decision Harry’s tour, my album release, all my projects, and a very cranky baby, Atticus is physically all H, but he’s bad temper is all mine.”
“You went on tour pregnant and with a baby?” The host asked. “That must have been a crazy experience.”
“It was something.” She agreed. “But I was the boss’s wife, so everyone took good care of me, made sure I was comfortable, helped around with the baby, and H created an amazing environment with his whole team, it was lovely to witness.”
Met Gala 2019 With Liza Koshy| Vogue
“You co-chaired the Met Gala back in 2016, how is like to be back, and this year your gorgeous husband is co-chairing the event.” Liza asked Y/n as soon as they finished greeting each other.
The camera was zooming on the naked Gucci gown made of black lace, sequins and feathers the superstar was wearing, totally complementing her husband look.
“It is amazing, I am so proud of H, this is such an amazing honor, and is his first year, so I am happy we get to share this with each other.” Y/n said in a soft voice.
“What is ‘camp’ to you?”The you tuber asked.
“Just be yourself, whatever you want no matter what, be bold, be crazy, it’s camp.” The actress said moving her colorful feather boa/cape situation. “I think there is no limits.” She had almost Rapunzel long hair extensions and a spectacular floral and feathers arrangement on top of her head.
“What was your inspiration for tonight’s spectacular look?”
“I just wanted to match H, tonight is all about him, and have fun, so I let Alessandro do as he pleased, and Ale being Ale didn’t hold back.” she shared. “My youngest didn’t even recognized me.”
“You look one hot mama, it’s hard to imagine you have two babies, does Atticus and Talulah know they have the coolest mother?”Liza asked.
“H is the cool parent,” Y/n admitted with a found smile, “Atticus has some idea that his daddy is a rockstar, so Harry’s definitely the coolest in his eyes.”
The Late Late Show | Team USA v. Team UK- Dodgeball w/Michelle Obama
“I am here to support Harry,”Y/n said to he camera as the teams stretched in the background, “he’s not a very gracious loser, and I mean, he’s in James’s Team against Michelle Obama, there is just no way that they are going to win this game.”
“Babe, “ Y/n called from the sidelines after watching Harry be hit in the ‘1D’ “Are you okay, honey?”
“I want more kids… in the future,” the actress blushed slightly looking to the camera.
The Kelly Clarkson Show, Jan, 2020
“How old are your kids know?”Kelly asked.
“Atticus is three years old, and Lulah just turned two, the terrible twos, funny enough, Lulah doesn’t suffer from it, but Atticus haven’t got over it yet…”Y/n said with a smile as pictures showed up on the screen, her children faces always blurred or hidden.
“People say terrible two, but threenager is a real thing,”Kelly said seriously.
“Yeah, that’s what I heard,”The actress said. “But Lulah just turned two, and I think it might not have fully catch up with her yet, because as I was leaving the house today, she threw her first temper tantrum.” Y/n commented. “She was just, on the floor, crying her little heart out, and of course, Atticus didn’t like to be outdone, so he threw himself at the rug screaming bloody murder, and I just left them there for Harry to deal,” The young woman told Kelly. “I sounded so bad right now, but really, I am that mom that keeps trying to calm them down, and things just get worst because it becomes a competition between the two toddlers, while Harry is just chill, he sit on the couch and just watches them unamused until they organically stop.”
“They lay it on sometimes, like ‘why are you leaving me’”
“I thing is worst with Harry,”Y/n confessed, “I have no problem in admitting H is the favorite parent, like, they come to me for comfort and all the ‘mommy’ things, but Harry is their favorite.” She said with a smile.
“And you don’t feel jealous or anything…”
“No, because, to me, it just shows how much of na amazing daddy he is, and I just feel like: damn! I made a really good choice.”The crowd cheer. “It’s really validating and I am just proud of myself for my choice in partner and baby daddy.”
Hailey Bieber | Who’s in my Bathroom? April, 2021
“Do you get uncomfortable by the amount of female attention your husband’s get?” Hailey asked as they sipped their margaritas.
“So, I have two answers for those questions: I don’t get uncomfortable with his fans showing their love for him, it’s lovely to see the amount of love and devotion he inspires, and they have always been so welcoming to me.” She said looking at possible the only other woman in the planet that understood the level of craziness it was. “But I do get uncomfortable with women in the industry hitting on him, I am not even talking women our age, it’s like: cougar level, and very recently we had a very awful situation, where it was in a working environment with a power imbalance, and it just got too much, more people got involved, media attention happened, and at the same time we had to deal with this as a couple and as a family.”
“Does you ever wish you guys just had normal jobs and careers?”Hailey supports her face in her hand.
“Never, no matter what, I can’t imagine Harry not doing what he does, and I would never no make the career choices I did, I love acting, I love singing and songwriting, and I love directing.” She says with conviction. “For me it was life changing, I came from nothing, my mom was a single mother waitress, raising three kids on a small wage salary and tips, Disney changed my life, it paid for our first house, for the seed money in my mother’s organic company, it paid my sister college.”
“Is it surreal that your children have a childhood so different from yours?”The blonde asks with a smile.
“They’re extremely privileged, my four years old the other day was like: mummy, why do we have so many houses? And Lulah was complaining the size of the Jet, because she wanted the ‘big plane’, and H was like: sugarcube, you don’t know what your are asking for.” Y/n said with a soft smile. “My children…they have a lot of rich people problems.”
The Drew Barrymore Show, Aug, 2022
“Oh My God, you look even more gorgeous in person.” Drew said as they created each other.
“Thank you, thank you, have you look at yourself? I was obsessed with you growing up, it’s so amazing to be here.” Y/n said with a big smile, arranging the skirt of her dress as she sat down.
“You’re the face of a Dior perfume, a brand ambassador for Gucci, multi- award winning actress and musician, your under thirty with two Academy Awards, which is historical, you have two successful companies, you just came back a few months ago from a very glorious passage through Cannes where you debuted Top Gun: Maverick, your own movie and you own Camera d’Ore for your debut feature, also: 14 minutes standing ovation, for a movie produced, directed, written and starred by women,” she stopped for a moment to allow the crowd to applauded the guest, “and then, your also a mom, to three children, and you’re married to Harry freaking Styles, the world’s biggest rockstar, and most wanted man according to Rolling Stones.”
“You just made me sound so cool.”The younger woman said with a small smile and flushed cheeks.
“You are cool.”Drew affirmed. “How do you balance it all?”
“I have a great team working with me, and I have just the greatest partner, and this is really important.”Y/n said crossing her legs. “We plan things in a way that the children will always have one of us 24/7 and in a way that we can always be together, his career is never more important than mine and vice-versa, we’re on tour now, Harry’s Love on Tour, I am a non-touring artist, but H really loves touring, is his thing, and it was important for him to have me and the kids together with him on the road as his support system, and the children just love going to all the different museums, and seeing new things, and eating different stuff, but, during his tour break we’re moving to Australia because I have a movie that is going to be shoot there.”
“What is like going on tour with three young children under five?”
“It’s chaos, Atticus and Lulah have some understanding that this is daddy’s job, this is Atticus second tour, but for them is just fun, Riley is just a baby, she’s with me 24/7, shes our calmest child,” Y/n said. “She’s actually the same age that Atticus was during Live on Tour.”
“Riley is your quarantine baby…”
“I found out I was pregnant in February last year during Where the Crawdads Sing pre-production, so yeah, she’s kinda of my Covid baby.”
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“It Was So Lonely Sleeping Alone”
Superstarbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Just a whole lot of soft, fluffy reunion sex. Enjoy :)
This was one of the blurbs I wrote for my personal fictober this year, with the prompt “Reunion Sex”. First of 5 blurbs from my fictober I like enough to post, haha! This one is inspired by my own Bursona invention, whom I call “Superstarbur” after my favorite Taylor Swift song Superstar! I know, I know, quite the mouthful lol.
Smut under the cut!!!
I sigh, stretching out my legs on the empty, empty sofa. Wilbur’s been gone for just over two weeks, playing multiple sold out shows all over the country, and I was happy for him. No matter how many cute little videos of him slipping my name into songs during soundchecks, half-asleep selfies in his bunk on the bus, or dirty texts detailing every little thing he wanted to do to me, I still missed him. A lot. I missed Wilbur so much I could almost feel his absence, like an aching hole in my chest.
In the absence of him in our house, I’d taken to wearing his clothes. Obviously, they didn’t fit me at all, hoodie sleeves draping far over my hands and almost tripping on the hems of his sweatpants. But I didn’t care. They smelled like him, a familiar mix of his aftershave, deodorant, and shampoo, which was the closest I had to Wilbur himself.
A car door slams outside, making me jump, phone plopping screen-down onto the rug. I shake my head, silently chatising myself for being so jumpy at such a small sound. Retriviving my phone from the floor, I get up the sofa, heading into the kitchen. Maybe tea would calm my nerves.
Setting the kettle on to boil, I rummage through the cupboards, setting Wilbur’s favorite mug down and dropping a chamomile tea bag inside, adding a generous squirt of honey before topping off the mug with the freshly-boiled water.
I hear a key slide into the door, snapping up my head.
It’s just Tommy checking in on me.
The door flings wide open, bringing with it the chill of night air and a spray of rainwater, and the thunk of a suitcase.
A suitcase?
Socks sliding on the wooden floor, I run into the front hallway, just as an achingly familiar voice speaks from the doorway.
“Baby?”
“Will?” My breath catches in my throat as Wilbur steps into the light. “You’re home?”
He smiles, looking absolutely exhausted. “I am. I decided to surprise you by coming home a day early-”
Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, I run into his waiting arms, not caring how the water from his raincoat soaks into my clothes. “I missed you so much, Will,” I murmur into him, and he nods, hugging me tighter.
“Fuck, I missed you so much too,” he replies, tipping my chin up and kissing me. It’s deep, slow, and soft; making my heart swell with love.
“Do you need anything?” I ask when we pull back some time later. “You look exhausted.”
Wilbur smiles, somewhat-wearily. “That’s quite an understatement. I feel like I haven’t slept the entire tour.”
I press my mug of tea into his hands. “Have this, Will, you’re freezing, and go change,” I tell him, ushering him into our room. “I’ll make you some food, ok?”
While he changes, I get to work in the kitchen, frying eggs, popping toast into the toaster, and mashing up the remnants of an avocado I found in the fridge.
“That smells amazing.” Wilbur’s voice makes me jump, looking up from where I’m flipping the eggs. He’s changed into flannel pajama pants and an oversized hoodie, the silly matching cow slippers I bought us last Christmas on his feet. “Fuck, I haven’t had a proper cooked meal in ages.”
I slide the eggs onto the avocado-laden toast, topping it with a sprinkle of red pepper flakes and my favorite bagel seasoning. “Here you go. It’s not much, but-”
Before I’ve even finished my sentence, Wilbur’s shoved a bite of toast in his mouth.
“You could maybe try not to choke on your first night home in over two weeks,” I tease, and he swallows the mouthful with a smirk.
“That’s the best meal I’ve had all tour,” he says, smiling. “I’m so glad to be home.”
I perch on the counter while he finishes his toast and tea in record time, entertaining him with stories from when he’s been gone.
“Do you want to sleep now, Will?” I ask, rinsing off the plate and putting it in the dishwasher.
Sleepily, he nods. “I didn’t sleep great on the bus,” he murmurs, looking like he’s about to fall asleep at the table. “I have a lot of sleep to catch up on.”
“You go get ready for bed, I’ll finish cleaning up,” I tell him, leaning up to plant a kiss on his forehead.
Wilbur’s already in bed when I get into our room, dozing while I turn off the light and snuggle up to his side.
I close my eyes, expecting him to be asleep already, and I’m not expecting him to stir, groaning and pulling me closer into his chest. “I missed you so much,” he whispers, lightly planting kisses all over my face. “It was so lonely sleeping alone on the tour bus.”
“It was so lonely sleeping here alone too,” I murmur my reply, playing with his hair. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
Groaning, Wilbur rolls on top of me, slipping his hands up my shirt and kissing me so hard it shocks me for a second. “I need you,” he breathes, squeezing my hips as his teeth sink in my lower lip. “I’m so horny.”
Giggling, I trail a hand down his bare back. “Are you, now?”
He nods. “Haven’t had any privacy all tour,” he gasps, rubbing over my nipples. “Walls are too thin on the bus.”
“Well, I’m all yours,” I coo, reaching down to palm at him over his boxers. Wilbur whines and tries to push up into my touch. “You wanna fuck me?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” he groans, fumbling to get out of his boxers as I tug my shirt off over my head. “I might not last very long. Haven’t cum for two weeks.”
I laugh. “No problem.”
His fingers trail south, thumb flicking my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me as he grinds on my thigh.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” I moan out, eyes rolling back into my head. I’ve had plenty of time alone in our house with my toys when I missed Wilbur, but even just his fingers felt so much better than anything I could do myself.
Wilbur pulls his fingers out of me, sucking them into his mouth and sighing in pleasure.. “You always taste so good,” he whispers, sinking his rock-hard length into me. “But you feel even better wrapped around my cock.”
His first thrust makes us both groan, my back arching as I feel myself stretch around him. “You fill me up so well,” I pant. “You’re so big.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him get a better angle and thrust into me deeper, his soft moans in my ear making everything between my thighs drip.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Wilbur whines.
“I love how vocal you’re being, it’s so hot,” I moan, tugging at his curls. He responds with another loud moan, tugging me up so my clit grinds into his lower stomach.
The urgency of his hips snapping up to thrust deeper and deeper, all the beautiful noises he’s making, and the fact he’s panting like a dog tells me he’s close to his own climax, and if we hadn’t been apart for over two weeks, I’d be making fun of him right about now for not even lasting five minutes.
My own orgasm hits me like a train, and I press my face into his shoulder as I ride it out. When I manage to come back to earth, the sight of WIlbur’s face as he’s right on the edge of finishing almost makes me cum again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries out, and I feel him twitch inside me, spilling himself inside me before pulling out and releasing the rest on my stomach.
Before I can remind him that he’s just cum all over my stomach, he flops back down, all ready to cuddle. “I just came so hard and so much,” he murmurs happily. “I think my balls may be completely deflated.”
I burst out laughing. “You know you’re laying in some of it, right?”
He pushes himself off my chest to see I’m right. “Oh shit,” he laughs.
“You wait here, I’ll get us cleaned up,” I tell him. “I know you normally handle this, but you look like you’ve collapsed.”
After running some warm water over a towel and cleaning up the mess dripping down my thighs, I head back into our bedroom, kneeling on our bed next to Wilbur and gently cleaning him up.
“I love you so much, darling,” he murmurs, looking at me with soft admiration in his deep brown eyes. “You’re coming on the next tour. I can’t be apart for you for so long ever again.”
I lean in, hair brushing his bare chest as I plant a kiss on his forehead. “Even though we won’t be able to do this?”
“I’ll bribe everyone to leave us alone on the bus for a few hours whenever we’re in the mood,” he promises. “I’ll bring you out on stage every show and ask the fans to bring you gifts.”
“What kind of gifts?”
“Will?”
I smile down at my now-fast asleep boyfriend. “Goodnight to you too, I suppose.l
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We Found Him, Superstar: Ch. 1
Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach
Description: Since starting his new afterlife at the Pizzaplex, Gregory has managed to befriend the Glamrock animatronics and made a surprising discovery—Bonnie’s been hidden in the basement warehouse this entire time, badly decommissioned but still powered on. Along with Bonnie are the endoskeletons that, no longer under the virus’s control, seem much more sentient than normal animatronics… Gregory and his friends are determined to get Bonnie back into commission and figure out the mysteries of what exactly these endoskeletons are—and how to help them, too.
Chapter Summary: Freddy is overjoyed to have his old friend back, even if Bonnie’s in a sorry state of disrepair. However, with a determined little ghost by their side, the animatronics are confident that Bonnie can be fixed and brought back up top with the rest of the band.
Rating: T
Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38728158/chapters/96832500
Down in the warehouse of the Pizzaplex where various animatronic parts were housed, Gregory and Freddy were in the midst of a very unexpected encounter. Freddy had just disappeared into the darkness in search of a mysterious “friend,” leaving Gregory surrounded by a group of endoskeletons. The robots were awake and staring at the boy with glowing red eyes, though they were now docile and calm—a far cry from the frenzied things that chased Gregory only a week earlier.
After finding this “friend” in the back of a tiny, unlit room, Freddy was frantically trying to find the light switch to confirm that he was actually talking to who this presence claimed to be. Soon, the room was illuminated from one dim, flickering bulb—which was more than enough to see the state of his dear friend, causing the bear to let out a gasp of surprised horror.
“Oh, Bonnie...”
“Heh heh... Y-Yeah, I'm p-p-pretty messed u-up,” Bonnie laughed, and Freddy knew that if he could, the bunny would be rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. However, seeing as he only had one arm that was clearly nonfunctional, that task was impossible. Freddy crouched down beside him, assessing the damage.
Bonnie was missing his entire right arm and left leg. His friendly, purple outer casing looked as if it'd been literally torn to shreds, and inside wasn't much better. There were loose wires everywhere, and missing pieces throughout. However, the most prominent feature (or lack thereof) was Bonnie's face: the entire outer casing had been ripped away, revealing the endoskeleton underneath. He still had his eyes, though there were a few scratches in the glass, but his lower jaw was completely gone. Surprisingly, both ears were present to some degree, though they were torn and one was snapped off at the center.
“What happened?!” Freddy asked, still looking over Bonnie in shock. “Can you move?! Are you able to stand?! We must take you back upstairs—”
“Freddy, r-relax,” Bonnie said, his eyes shifting to meet the bear's. “I-I can't m-move too well, b-b-but I'm still h-here, so d-don't worry t-t-too much.” The one fully-formed ear tilted downwards. “U-Unfortunately, I-I can't hold a ch-charge, s-s-so I can't really b-be transported without h-help...”
Freddy glanced around the rabbit’s back to see that he was plugged into a power outlet on the wall. It was a very old-school method of charging that they only used in absolute emergencies, but seeing as there were no charging pods within easy access, it made sense why he was hooked up this way. Freddy shook his head at the state of his formerly-missing friend.
“What happened?” he asked again in a softer tone, although he had a feeling he already knew the answer.
Bonnie turned his head slightly, looking at the floor. Then, in a quiet voice he replied: “M-Monty.”
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“So, you guys are controlling these scary robots...,” Gregory murmured as he stared around the room of endoskeletons, curiously looking at each one and trying to see if there was anything to differentiate them. “That's kind of cool!”
“...Cool? Thank you,” the childish voice said from an unknown spot in the room, finding Gregory's attitude amusing.
Gregory was going to reach out and touch one of the endos until its fingers twitched, causing him to flinch back. That was too much—he’d given staying out there alone his best shot, but his prior experience with the unnerving robots was still too fresh in Gregory’s mind… and the knowledge that Freddy’s protection was just around the corner was too much to ignore.
“Gregory? Freddy doesn’t want you down there…,” the voice called as the boy started wandering off down the hall.
“I'm not, I'm just... looking around!” Gregory insisted with a wave of his hand. He was really following the sound of Freddy's comforting voice echoing through the basement, which grew louder the closer he got. It didn’t take long for Gregory to locate the tiny room, and he soon poked his head around the corner hesitantly to see Freddy talking with… something.
Gregory squinted, staring hard at the thing before pulling back with a gasp. It was definitely an animatronic, and despite its disheveled state the purple color palate was recognizable from his posters alone.
That was Bonnie! Gregory thought he’d disappeared!
…Well, he did. But the boy never would've expected to find the rabbit in the basement of all places, so close to where he’d wandered just a few nights ago.
Gregory soon peeked further in, staring wide-eyed at the remains of Bonnie sat against the wall. The frightening sight was on par with the other “decommissioned” animatronics Gregory had faced off against during that fateful night. Even so, nothing could beat what he'd seen when facing the rotting corpse-robot calling itself William Afton.
Honestly, Bonnie’s state of disrepair saddened Gregory more than anything else.
“I-I know it w-wasn't Monty's fault, t-though!” Bonnie was saying, clearly trying to reassure Freddy. “H-He was being c-controlled b-b-by this w-woman in a b-bunny suit... A-After she got M-Monty to do the d-dirty work, sh-she put me in h-here and s-said to 'sit tight' because s-she might n-n-need me again... but she n-never came back.”
“I understand,” Freddy replied. “We have gotten rid of her—at least, the threat that was controlling her and everyone else.” The bear hung his head. “I am so sorry this happened to you...”
“A-At least y-you found m-me eventually!” Bonnie let out a short laugh, and then his eyes focused on something past Freddy's shoulder. “H-Hey... i-i-is that the k-kid that's b-been wandering around?! I-I don't w-w-want him to see m-me l-like this! He’ll b-be t-terrified!”
Spurred on by Bonnie’s words, Gregory popped out from behind the door frame, giving the animatronic a weak smile as he slowly approached.
“Hi, Bonnie! I'm not scared; I promise!” he insisted, settling himself at Freddy’s side and taking the bear’s hand. “From what Freddy’s told me, you seem… nice.” His gaze roamed over the rabbit’s sorry state, feeling a sympathetic twist in his gut that only made him smile brighter. “I've been wanting to meet you so bad!”
“Gregory, I told you to stay behind,” Freddy chided, though he couldn't blame the boy for being curious. The fact that he hadn't already run out of the room was a good sign, too. Freddy sighed, then gave Bonnie a smile and gestured to Gregory with his free hand.
“Bonnie, this is my—” He paused, realizing how strange this might sound with no context... but he knew his old friend would understand eventually. “This is Gregory, and he is the one that helped save everyone. He is... like a son to me.”
Bonnie would be grinning from ear to ear if he could. “Aww, F-Freddy, t-that's s-s-sweet! I-I'm glad I can m-meet such an important k-kid!” The bunny shifted his gaze to Gregory, tilting his head slightly. “W-Well, i-it's really nice to m-meet you, bud, despite t-the circumstances!”
Gregory smiled, waving his hand excitedly. “Nice to meet you too! I have so much to tell you, but I'll save it for next time I come!” He looked back up at Freddy to let him continue his conversation, knowing that the two of them probably wanted to talk more before he regaled Bonnie with their adventures.
“S-Sounds good!” Bonnie replied with a laugh, then looked to Freddy again. “I-I'm sorry I just d-disappeared... M-My connection w-with the network was c-completely s-severed when Monty g-got me, s-s-so I couldn't r-reach out. T-The only ones I-I could talk to were the e-endos, but they o-only became f-friendly r-recently... I-I'm g-guessing when you stopped th-that girl in the bunny s-suit?”
“Yes,” Freddy said with a nod. “It is a long story, but there was a virus that infected the entire Pizzaplex—including Monty, Roxy, and Chica. It seems you and I were the only ones unaffected, although you got decommissioned early on, so I cannot say what really would have happened to you...” Freddy grimaced at the memories of Bonnie’s disappearance. “There was a search for you, but the company did not look too hard, admittedly...”
“T-Typical,” Bonnie said, rolling his eyes. He tilted an ear in downwards in Gregory's direction. “S-So wh-what's the d-deal with G-Gregory? I-I mean, I-I'm glad you've g-g-got a new buddy, but i-is he...?”
The boy’s head swiveled back and forth between the animatronics as they talked, trying to take in as much information as he could understand. This was all interesting to him—sad, but interesting. As Gregory heard his name, a frown crossed his face.
“Yeah, I'm dead…,” he mumbled bitterly, folding his arms over his chest with a pout. “Vanessa got me, which totally wasn't fair! But… at least this means I can bother Freddy forever!” He giggled, trying to counteract the bad feelings the memories dragged up by thinking of his new family.
“V-Vanessa... i-isn't that the s-s-security guard?!” Bonnie exclaimed, and Freddy nodded somberly.
“She used to be, yes. Unfortunately, we do not know where she is now—if is even alive. But she was being controlled as well. She... she did some horrible things, and there are some that I am still not sure how or why she did them.” He thought of the children trapped in endoskeletons in the next room. That was definitely a mystery that would take time to unravel...
“Ah... w-well, s-s-sorry to hear th-that, bud,” Bonnie said to Gregory. “B-But you're r-right; now you c-c-can stick with F-Freddy forever! I-I know he'd l-love that. I c-can already t-tell how m-much he cares about y-you; y-you're r-really special to him!”
“So are you—Freddy talks about you still!” Gregory replied with another, slightly easier laugh. “Oh! I also had my own party, and since you couldn't come I saved you a seat. Maybe I can bring you something I saved from then!”
“Oh? T-That sounds awesome! Th-Thanks, bud!” Bonnie replied. “S-Since I'm k-kinda stuck d-d-down here for the foreseeable f-future, I-I'd definitely appreciate y-you guys s-stopping by!”
“Bonnie, now that we know where you are, we are going to find a way to get you repaired and back upstairs with us,” Freddy told him, placing his hand on a part of Bonnie's shoulder that was still in-tact. “But of course we will visit until then. I only wish we had a way to communicate with you; I do not like the thought of leaving you here again without being able to contact us...”
“It's okay, Freddy! We'll just make sure to visit a lot so no one gets lonely down here!” Gregory piped up with a bright smile. “And we can play games and draw when we come over!”
“Y-Yeah, we'll f-figure something out!” Bonnie agreed, sounding genuinely happy.
“Well... alright,” Freddy relented with a sigh. “Maybe I will bring you an extra Fazwatch; then at least you can contact me directly...” Freddy blinked, perking up. “Oh! Speaking of contacting, I should let the others know that you are alright! Maybe we will be able to come up with a plan once we are all together.” He paused, meeting Bonnie's gaze. “Are you sure you will be okay on your own?”
“I-I've been h-here this w-w-whole time and I-I'm still kickin', a-aren't I?” Bonnie laughed. “G-Go tell everyone t-the great n-news! I-I'll be w-w-waiting here w-when you guys come b-back!”
“Then we can have another party when you’re all better, Bonnie!” Gregory added with a bright smile, before glancing back at the doorway. “And we'll make sure to bring your friends, too!”
“I-I’ll look f-forward to it!” the bunny said, sounding excited as well. His gaze shifted to Freddy’s one more time. “T-Thanks again; i-it’s good t-to see you, F-Fredbear. I-I missed y-you.”
“I missed you too,” Freddy smiled softly, bending to gently pat the top of Bonnie’s head. He then stood, lifting Gregory in his arms. “We will be back before you know it!”
Gregory laid his head against Freddy's shoulder, waving at Bonnie with a small grin before they exited the room. As Freddy carried the boy down the hall, the familiar voice returned once again.
“Thanks for coming; we'll see you soon!” it said, followed by the sound of a few metal squeaks. Gregory perked up and waved both hands aimlessly, not really being sure where to focus his attention.
“Bye, you guys! I'll make sure to bring stuff so we can have fun next time,” he said, sounding much more confident with Freddy now by his side.
“Thank you for keeping my dear friend company,” the bear added. “As Gregory said, we will return soon!” He spun in a circle, waving to the entire room as well before setting off again towards the elevator. Once inside, he pushed the button before giving Gregory a tight hug. “And thank you, superstar; I never expected to find anyone down there, let alone Bonnie!”
“Me neither! I just hope we can get everyone up to the rest of the Pizzaplex soon! Then we can all have a biiiig party!” The boy was practically beaming with excitement. He'd finally have other kids to play with—he’d never really had that chance before, even during his life prior to the Pizzaplex.
“We certainly can!” Freddy agreed enthusiastically. “It will be the best party in the history of parties!” The elevator door opened and they stepped out, automatically walking towards Rockstar Row. “Would you like to tell the others the great news?”
Gregory thought to himself for a moment before quickly shaking his head. “I think you should do it!”
Freddy nodded and led them towards Chica’s room where they’d seen her, Roxy, and Monty earlier that night. Chica sat at her vanity while Monty lounged on the couch, listening to Roxy talking excitedly about something that happened earlier that day.
“Everyone, we have found something amazing!” Freddy exclaimed, opening the door with a grin.
Monty sat up after hearing Freddy's voice. He gave a hopeful smile and asked: “…A new golf course?”
“Not quite, Monty. As you know, Gregory went down into the basement to get your parts,” Freddy began, placing Gregory on the ground so he could talk with his hands as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited to share something. “He discovered that there are entities down there that we did not know about… and we think they are the other missing children.” He paused, letting that sink in before he continued somberly. “Unfortunately, they were also fatally captured by Vanny. However, their souls remain just as Gregory’s has, although in a very different state—it seems they are trapped in the endoskeletons that are stored down below.”
“Whoa… That’s… that’s rough,” Roxy said with a grimace. That was a lot of information to process, even for the supercomputer that made up the animatronics’ brains. “Poor kids…”
Monty looked around, confused. Were the dead children the “something amazing” Freddy was referring to?
Chica frowned softly, gently shaking her head. “There has to be a way to get them out, though... Would that mean they'll be ghosts like Gregory?” She looked over at the boy, who shrugged his shoulders.
“I dunno... But they seem nice!” he said as he offered a smile, waiting for Freddy to get to the best part.
Freddy nodded in agreement. “Their circumstances are unfortunate, but so were Gregory’s; I am hoping that we can free them and give them some semblance of a happy afterlife as we have done for him.” He smiled down at Gregory, resting a gentle hand on his head. After a few seconds he looked back around the room, his grin now bright as the sun.
“We also made another discovery,” Freddy continued. “An old friend resides down there as well. He was hidden and is currently unable to move from his position, but he is functional!” His gaze landed on Chica, knowing she would be most excited with the news. “We finally found Bonnie!”
“You what?!” Chica squawked, shooting out of her seat with wide eyes. “How?! This is so totally amazing!” She clapped her hands, looking around the room excitedly. “We have to bring him back up soon! Oh, this is such great news!”
“How'd he end up down there?!” Monty asked, equally as happy to hear Bonnie was still functional.
“From what he can remember, Vanny and… someone else brought him down,” Freddy said, shifting his gaze away. Obviously, the gator didn’t remember what he’d done. Freddy wondered if he’d heard the rumors that he was the most likely cause of Bonnie’s disappearance, or if that part of the past was locked away in his memories, too. In the end, Bonnie had already acknowledged that Monty hadn’t been himself during the incident, so hopefully they’d be able to mend things in time. For now, though, Freddy didn’t want to spoil the happy moment more than necessary.
“Bonnie was never affected by the virus, just like me,” Freddy continued. “They used him for parts, he said, and now he cannot hold a charge and his connection to the network is severed—that is why he has been unable to contact us.”
“Man, and he was just sitting there the whole time while we were… ugh,” Roxy said with a shake of her head.
Freddy walked over and patted her on the back, not letting his happiness dwindle. “Regardless, he just needs some repairs and I am sure we can get him back to working order! Now that we have located him, he is excited to see everyone again!”
“That shouldn't be a problem for us!” Chica mentioned as she rested her hands on her hips. “We can get him all fixed up and bring him back! Not sure what state he's in, but we'll be able to do it, I'm sure!”
Gregory grinned, throwing his fists up. “Then we'll throw a big party!”
Freddy lifted the boy up and gently tossed him into the air, laughing as he caught him on the way down. “A wonderful plan as usual, superstar!” He hugged Gregory close, then walked over to Chica and pulled her in with his free arm. It seemed as if whatever residual tension he’d been holding from the virus takeover had been washed away at Bonnie’s discovery. Grinning, he looked over Chica’s shoulder and Monty and Roxy. “I am so happy that we can all be a family again!”
“Aww, c’mere, you sappy ol’ bear!” Roxy said with a laugh, rushing over to join in the group hug. Monty immediately grabbed a hold of Roxy's tail and tugged her back before rushing to hug others.
“Hehe, payback!” he told the wolf as he hugged onto Freddy and Chica.
Roxy made an offended noise, then half-climbed onto Monty’s back in an effort to get closer. Freddy could only laugh, enjoying the fact that everyone could come together like this. Eventually, the group parted and Freddy met Gregory’s eyes. “Well, what now superstar? We’ve all had an eventful day… do you want to rest?”
Gregory smiled, gently nodding his head. “I'm beat!”
The animatronics chuckled and the group said their goodbyes, everyone returning to their own rooms to prepare for the dayshift.
“I'm gonna take the longest nap ever,” Gregory announced. “And then tomorrow, I’m going back down there to talk to the kids. I'll teach them everything I know!”
“I am sure they will appreciate it,” Freddy said as they entered his room. He gently laid Gregory on the couch and tucked him in, ruffling his hair with a smile. “Sleep well, superstar; dream of all the adventures we will have tomorrow!”
“I will!” Gregory shifted to get comfortable, tugging the blanket up to his chin before shutting his eyes. Like always, the boy was out like a light.
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Invisible String
cw: female reader, fluff, slice of life, friends to lovers, time skips, no use of yn and instead follows my usual naming convention (I use Otome as a placeholder for yn since it means maiden, which pretty much means yn too), some inaccurate depictions of university life and inaccurate details about air travel between two countries.
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Instead of finding a quiet place where he could lament his last days in junior high school in peace, Oikawa Tooru found you.
Glimpses of your odd relationship with up-and-coming volleyball superstar Oikawa Tooru, starting from your accidental first meeting to defining the very thing that you have.
Instead of finding a quiet place where he could lament his last days in junior high school in peace, Oikawa Tooru found you.
He entered the Literature Club room in a rush, noting it was probably the first one he reached without bursting into tears over the Kitagawa Daiichi Boys' Volleyball Club's recent loss to Shiratorizawa Junior High. The brunette expected the room to be empty, but there you were, startled by the rattling of the door after being so engrossed in your own writing.
You recognised him as the boys' volleyball club captain and the object of affection of many of your female classmates. However, he was hardly the image of grace and elegance on the court at the moment, especially since his face was all red trying to contain his tears. He was just as startled as you were when he realised he wasn't alone in the room.
Your mother once said it was rude to stare at people who were crying, especially if they were trying to hide their tears, so you lowered your head and returned to your scribbling. The door was shut close and you thought he had left, but he walked to the corner of the room and sat still for a few minutes before finally speaking.
"Please don't tell anyone you saw me here."
You fished for something in your bag and approached him, getting down on your knees so you were face-to-face with him.
"My mother told me it's rude to ask people why they're crying, but I figured there's nothing to lose for the both of us since we're on our last leg of junior high. Whatever it is you're weeping about, I'm pretty sure you did your best," you told him before handing him a pack of pocket tissues. "You have nothing to worry about. We won't be seeing each other afterwards, anyway."
He chuckled at you before finally taking the tissues in your hand. "I guess you're right."
You were right for the most part since your paths rarely crossed after that single encounter. Your last days of junior high school went by smoothly and peacefully. The romance anthology you wrote as part of the Literature Club was warmly received by members and readers, one of whom was the graduated captain of the boys' volleyball club.
After the graduation day ceremony, Oikawa approached you outside the gymnasium with his signature megawatt smile, diploma and flowers in hand and his gakuran swept off all its golden buttons.
"Writer-chan!"
"It's actually Otome," you replied with your name as you turned to face him. "But not that it matters now. Congratulations."
"Of course it does! Congratulations as well!"
He gently snipped the button on the left sleeve of his gakuran and handed it to you. "Thank you, friend, for reaching out to me back then."
Friend, he said. You were practically strangers with a shared secret, but you indulged him, seeing as you won't be seeing him again, after all. You took the single button from his palm with a smile. "You're welcome, friend."
You likened him to the ocean's waves— refreshing, but always coming and going. Waves weren't meant to stay in one place for so long, so you saw no point in needlessly wading in the cool waters.
I don't want to drown, after all, you thought to yourself.
Oikawa had the most bewildered look on his face when you bumped into each other on your first week of senior high school at Aoba Johsai and you knew you looked just as surprised by the encounter.
"It's writer-chan!" He greeted you with his most pleasant smile. "And here I thought we'd never see each other again!"
He made it a point for the two of you to exchange contact details, saying something about how the gods of fate must definitely want you to have something to do with each other. A brooding figure approached from behind him, brows knotted as he pushed the taller boy who still had your cell phone in his hands. You recognised him as Oikawa's wing spiker from Kitagawa Daichi as well as his closest friend.
"The hell are you doing picking up girls in the middle of the hallway, Trashykawa?" Iwaizumi Hajime barked at him, prompting him to hand back your phone to you.
"I'm not picking her up, Iwa-chan! She's from Kitaichi! My friend from the Literature Club!" The taller brunet whined. "Don't mind him, Otome-chan. He probably woke up on the wrong side of the— Ow!"
"You can talk later. We're gonna be late for our tryouts," Iwaizumi stated before nudging him forward on his feet.
"We'll see you around, Otome-chan!" Oikawa waved back at you as they made their way to the school gymnasium. Iwaizumi managed a small nod at you before turning to reprimand the setter for holding them up.
Throughout your high school life, you couldn't count how many times you sharply dismissed the gossip surrounding your odd friendship with the boys' volleyball club setter, who rose to become the team captain in your third year. Oikawa's keen-eyed watchers found him occasionally dropping by the Literature Club for no apparent reason other than to talk to you. Those rumours were quickly shut down when he was spotted with a different girl in his arm— a classmate of yours, the kind of girl you'd want to do things for because of her charming face and personality. You didn't find it that surprising at all. In fact, they looked really good together.
You paid no mind to the fact that he was purposely ignoring you now whenever you passed by each other in the hallways. Not that you ever made the initiative to greet him first, but there were times when you looked at him rather expectantly and he would just avert his gaze. Iwaizumi told you that it wasn't just you Oikawa was avoiding, but basically the whole female student body. You realised that the whole thing was probably orchestrated by his girlfriend.
Typical. He's not one to do things half-heartedly, you thought to yourself. So once again, I'm not surprised.
When you met each other outside of school for the first time in such a long time, you learned to finally grow indifferent to him that you didn't even know what to say to him when he greeted you with one of his dazzling smiles. Oikawa perked up when he spotted you picking up your little sibling, who was one of his students at the local Lil'Tykes Volleyball classes he taught at during his downtime.
"It's Otome-chan!" He called out rather happily, but you coolly turned away and took your younger sibling's hand to make way for home. You heard him choke at your reaction. "O-Otome-chan! Are you ignoring me?!"
"Oh, are we on speaking terms again?" You asked him, pausing on your tracks and merely looking over your shoulder. "Or is it just because we aren't at school?"
Oikawa's young nephew Takeru had dragged your sibling away to practice more tosses with his own volleyball when he realised that his uncle would be held up in a conversation. The tall boy looked rather apologetic before raking a hand through his dark hair. "Ugh. I'm so sorry. I've been a real jerk to you, I know. But there's nothing to worry about now. I—"
"I think the last thing you need right now is a distraction, Oikawa-san," you replied to him, his expression changing once again as you called him by his last name and not how you usually did. "And your girlfriend did a pretty good job clearing your way. It's all right, though. I'm not even a threat to her and yet—"
"We broke up."
"…What?"
Long arms were crossed over his chest now, his immaculately white track jacket crinkling underneath the motion. "W-Well, of course, I won't admit to just anyone that she was the one who ended things because she didn't like how much time I spent playing volleyball. But she should've known that the sport was part of…"
You really didn't pay any more attention to his explanation, but the incredulous look on your face completely gave away your thoughts, because, fuck, the audacity of that bitch—
"I know I should've decided things for myself and I should've listened to Iwa-chan, Mattsun and Makki when they were pointing out all the red flags. Gosh, I still feel so awful about it. I didn't like having to avoid you when there was so much I wanted to talk to you about."
The two of you stood there in silence, the children's laughter and the cool morning breeze filling in the void after he had finished talking.
"Is…" You had grabbed fistfuls of your skirt that was fluttering in the wind, hands shaking as you tried to think of the right words to say. "Is that all?"
"Y-Yeah…" he replied rather uneasily as he saw your fists shuddering rather angrily. He took a step forward toward you and reached out for your balled fists, gently soothing them to loosen your grip before placing one of your palms over his chest rather dramatically. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. And I have to admit, seeing you look at me so indifferently hurts my heart!"
"Wh— Tooru-kun, stop!" You snatched your hand away from his warm grip only for him to pull you closer.
"You called me Tooru-kun! Ah, I'm so happy!" He beamed at you, gently letting you go and finally beckoning his nephew to join him. "Anyway, I won't hold you and your sibling up any longer. Let's talk after club! Bye-bye!"
True to his word, Oikawa arrived at the Literature Club room days later, his boisterous entrance startling you so much that it could only mean he did it on purpose.
"Drama just loves me, doesn't it?" He chuckled, taking a vacant seat to sit across from you like he always does whenever he comes to see you. "And do you never run out of things to write about, Otome-chan?"
"There's always something interesting happening around me," you replied, not even bothering to look up at him after he surprised you just moments ago. He had brought out his cell phone, mindlessly scrolling through his social media since he couldn't think of anything else to ask you. The quiet was finally broken when he placed his phone on your desk, most likely bored stiff and stifled by the silence of the whole club room.
"If we had dated instead, you wouldn't mind me spending most of my time training, isn't that right, Otome-chan?"
You were both shocked by the snapping of your mechanical pencil's lead against your notebook. His eyes widened as you looked up him, red-faced and rendered speechless. You were sure you looked like a fucking doe in the headlights, even more so when you saw his lips quiver to a small delighted smile.
"Wh-What?! D-Don't talk about that kind of stuff, Trashykawa!"
"Did you just hear yourself?! You sound just like Iwa-chan now!" The smile melted into a pout. "Is dating me such a bad idea for you? I'm so hurt, Otome-chan!"
"You should hear yourself! Spouting all this nonsense about d-dating…" you slid your notebook away from you and accidentally nudged his phone off the desk, which you both hurriedly tried to catch, your hands and fingers tangling midair as you caught the object. A sigh left your lips as you straightened your back. "You can let go of me now, Tooru-kun."
"Let me hold you for a bit, Otome-chan," he told you, scooting over much closer to where you sat. "May I?"
"Wait, what do you mean hold—"
Oikawa was six feet tall and surprisingly sturdy despite his elegant, slender appearance. He rested part of his weight on you when he pulled you into an embrace, long arms gently coiling around your waist.
"T-Tooru-kun?" You squeaked at him, slipping your arms under his to return his embrace. "Is everything all right?…"
"Is it unpleasant?" He asked you, his voice reverberating through your chest. You shook your head, your hair brushing against his cheek. "Good. Because I'd like to do this again."
When he finally pulled away, he laughed at your burning face so much that he almost fell off his seat. It took every bit of your energy to kick him out of the Literature Club room, his laughter ringing throughout the school's empty halls.
From then on, you became each other's warm bodies, but nothing more than that. Commitment was something you couldn't ask from each other, too, especially from him, who had a future in the game in the long run. You would be nothing but a distraction. In turn, he worked to make sure your anthologies were well-received by the student body.
Holding onto even the smallest sliver of hope was emotional suicide, but you can't count how many times you had to save yourself from drowning in the coldness of the deep blue sea that was Oikawa Tooru. You didn't even know if you were still breathing after that.
You couldn't help but find the whole thing nostalgic. The red-faced Oikawa finding you scribbling away in the Literature Club room in the wake of their loss to Shiratorizawa just mere months away from high school graduation. He had told you beforehand of his plans to migrate to South America following recommendations by the boys' volleyball club's elderly Coach Irihata and you had congratulated him for it.
Still in his club tracksuit, he made his way to where you were and wordlessly grabbed a seat, observing you in silence before finally speaking.
"I'm not coming back until I've finally become the player I want to be," he stated, sitting across you as you continued your writing. He changed his tone into a more playful one, the kind he used whenever he was teasing people. "Won't you feel even a bit sad that I'll be leaving, Otome-chan?"
The ocean waves once merely splashing at your feet had become a whole tidal wave and it threatened to drown you now.
You paused from your writing and looked up at him. "Shall we grab a drink?"
Most of the students had already left the campus at that time, so you had no trouble walking around school with him. The last thing you wanted was to be seen with him and have your entire relationship questioned when even you had no answers for yourself.
"I won't be sad when you leave, Tooru-kun," you told him, eyes on the setting sun as you sipped on your milk box. "You're pursuing your dreams and I am elated at the prospect of what kind of player you'll be in the future. The world is in your hands. You have only to grasp it now."
On your way back to the Literature Club room, he was chattering about his prospective successors to the volleyball club's captaincy. The two of you ended up leaning on the club window, figures drowned in the colours of dusk as your conversation slowly died out. You stood there in complete silence, a feeling of contentment washing over you as you turned to smile at him.
"I await the day I see you on the world's centre stage."
Oikawa smiled back at you tenderly— a small one he usually reserved for moments such as this. "And I await the day I finally get my hands on a real novel written by you."
"I'm not sure how we'll make that happen since you'll be moving far away," you replied with a chuckle. "I guess we'll figure something out when it's here."
"Thank you, dearest friend," he gave you a short bow, a hand on his chest as he met your gaze again once again. "Because of you, I never lost my heart."
You've seen different parts of him throughout the years you've been called his cherished friend, but you never really had a clue about what was going on in his head even as he laid his words bare. He leaned down and brushed a kiss on your cheek, surprised by the tears that fell from your eyes. You've both come to realise that your emotions betrayed your words and there was nothing you could do to take it back.
I swam too far from the shore, you told yourself that night. It's painful, but at least I know I'm alive.
When graduation day came once again, he had no golden button to give you, just a promise that he would keep in touch with you even as he left Japan. You barely had the chance to talk to him on that day since he was surrounded by his kouhais from the volleyball club, along with other wide-eyed admirers who were keen to get their final presents to him.
"Hey, Otome-chan! Get over here!" You heard him call out to you, beckoning you to come over to where he was. Iwaizumi was holding a mobile phone and was ready to do his best friend a favour. "We need a commemorative photo!"
That same photo sat at your desk in your little studio apartment for years to come.
Oikawa had kept his promise to you and his friends and kept in contact so frequently that you'd mistake him for having so much time in his hands. The calls were sparse, but the messages came nearly every day, even with a 12-hour time difference between the two of you.
When you told him about how you were unable to finish your college degree at Miyagi Gakuin Women's University after the vast collection of anthologies you wrote back in high school was discovered by a local publisher, he called you the soonest he could and asked how you felt.
"As long as you're doing what you love and pursuing what your heart's telling you," you recall him saying with a low voice, one you haven't heard in such a long time that it rendered you to tears. "I'll continue supporting you, Otome-chan. You have all of my support!"
The local publisher was so enamoured with your juvenile work that they asked you to write something completely new for them, assigning one of their best editors to you to keep you grounded as you worked. Somehow you couldn't quite point out if this was one great stroke of good luck or a damn honeytrap you can't walk away from anymore. Yes, you stopped college halfway to start writing novels, just like what you dreamed of before, writing alone in your high school club room. It was happening way too soon.
You were rarely asked to come by to the publishing house, but you were often in contact with your editor, whom you missed a call from since you were making coffee for yourself while working on a new story draft. The last one had just left your hands earlier this week and you didn't expect to hear anything about it for quite a while, so you called him back to confirm if everything was all right.
"Hello, Tatara-san. Is there something wrong?"
"Otome-san, I don't know what to say, to be honest. But, ah, anyway, now isn't the time to lose my composure. I have great news for you."
You nearly dropped your cup of coffee when you heard that your last draft would be published into a book. "Are you for real?!"
The poignant novel you slaved over for days and nights to years, Two Silver Moons, would be published by the end of the year, just in time for Christmas. You would have to be there during the whole process, but the publishing house guaranteed you a break afterwards, unexpectedly given but greatly welcomed. You thought of visiting your family in time for the new year, but you remembered that your parents were out on their own little cruise around the world.
The options you had were pretty close by until you received a reply from Oikawa, who was most likely in the middle of his club training.
[ O. Tooru-選手: I'm so happy for you, Otome-chan! Congratulations! (≧▽≦) ]
You never left Sendai for most of your life, but you took off at the first sign of a break, much to the chagrin of your editor, who helped you update your passport, book your flights and tickets, book the hotel where you would be staying and even mentally prepared you for the different kind of culture you'd experience. Two weeks was long enough, you recall him telling you. You both lamented the fact that you burned out nearly a quarter of what you earned from your first novel's publication for this little excursion of yours, but you figured it was something you could earn back with another book or two.
Your last message to Oikawa was back from the new year. Turning to your wristwatch, you estimated what time it would be in Argentina before determining that you'd receive a reply.
[ YN: Say, how long is a flight from Tokyo to San Juan? ]
[ O. Tooru-選手: You wouldn't want to know. ]
[ YN: But what if I do? ]
[ O. Tooru-選手: Otome-chan! Don't tell me you plan on coming here! (☉∀☉) ]
You laughed to yourself, pulling your luggage close to you as you stood in line at the Narita Airport boarding area, passport and boarding pass in the other hand.
[ YN: I'll see you soon, Tooru-kun. ]
[ O. Tooru-選手: Please, if you're just saying all of this, just stop. You're gonna disappoint me. (ᗒᗩᗕ) ]
[ YN: Have to check in my luggage. I'll message you when I'm in France. ]
[ O. Tooru-選手: Oh my gosh, Otome-chan! If I arrive at Ezeiza Airport and you're not there, you can forget that we're friends! ]
It was only when you got on the plane and had to sit for nearly 13 hours that you realised how far spread out the whole world really is. Sendai was but a speck of dust from your view above the clouds, but it will always be home to you. You brought out your tiny notepad and started scribbling about a flight situation you could incorporate in your next story as you passed the time.
The wait will be worth it, you convinced yourself. I've waited for so long to be able to swim in your presence again. What's another 34 hours in air?
There was a 7-hour layover which quickly passed by for you as you kept yourself engrossed in your writing. Something about Parisian coffee made your heart race a bit quicker than normal and it made all the wheels in your head turn non-stop until you realised you burned through nearly half of your notepad. You pocketed the coffee-stained paper napkins that held more of your writing and folded it neatly enough with shaking fingers to fit it on your tiny notepad. The last hour of the layover was spent freshening up and changing into a new blouse, as well as counting all the tiles your eyes could take in from where you sat. You decided against having coffee in Argentina because of the havoc it wrecked over your body.
[ O. Tooru-選手: Otome-chan, are you about to board your flight to here? Take care and don't forget to stretch around! ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ ]
[ YN: You sent a photo. ]
It was a blurry, crazy, hair-in-face kind of selfie that you usually reserved for your parents and siblings. If there was such a thing as coffee-drunk, it was definitely happening to you. You were glad the caffeine finally died out mid-flight and you spent the remaining seven hours asleep. You practically had no sense of time when you boarded off the plane from France, but your entire being was shaken awake when you spotted the tall setter with a little placard that had your name on it in his hands. Oikawa, who was in a bright red shirt and khaki chino shorts, broke into a smile when he spotted you.
"Yohoo! Otome-chan!"
"T—" You stammered, far too excited to meet his embrace that you ended up slipping face first across the Ezeiza Airport terminal, eliciting shocked gasps from onlookers and people passing by. It took you a solid minute to get up before grumbling to yourself. "Ahh, what the fuck, self?"
Oikawa laughed and everything felt better all of a sudden. He was down on his left knee to check if you were all right. "You seem fine."
"I am!" You told him, finally raising your eyes to meet his gaze. "I'm totally fine."
"Ah, that's good!" He stated, a hand on his chest as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, let's go! We have another plane to catch, don't we?"
"Ack! I didn't know that you had to fly here!" You exclaimed apologetically, finally getting up on your feet as he pulled you up with him. "I'll, uh, pay for your next flight! Or something!"
"Don't worry about me, Otome-chan! It's been a while since I've had a visitor here, so I'm rather thrilled! I've been granted a tiny break by my club since you've gone through lengths to see me. For now, let's get some of your yen changed into pesos."
He chuckled to himself as you both stood before the money changer, hearing him comment about how it's been so long since he last saw and held yen in his hands. He looked rather shocked at the amount you brought with you, not entirely sure if he should return the money to you. "Otome-chan! You brought way too much! Are you planning to buy the whole province of San Juan or something?"
"Tatara-san— My editor told me it was better to bring extra than to find myself short on funds," you turned to him, wringing your fingers in worry. "Maybe keep it for me for the meantime?"
"Gladly! Consider me your tour guide, body guard, accountant— what else?" He said thoughtfully, slipping the rolls of Argentine pesos in his tiny body bag before taking your hand in his. "The next time you make a trip like this, at least tell me beforehand. We can always meet halfway instead of you just coming all the way here to see me."
"But it was me who wanted to see you," you replied, looking up at him. He was searching for the Aerolineas Argentinas ticket office.
"All right, so we book same-day flights, two hours to Mendoza Airport, and finally catch a bus to the city. Pretty sure I didn't miss anything," he counted with his fingers. "If my estimates are correct, we'll arrive at around 18:00 to 18:30, just in time to grab some dinner. Or maybe you want some coffee?"
"No coffee," you waved your hand over your face. "Parisian coffee drove me nuts while I was in France. I'd like to be able to sleep later, please."
You were able to sleep during your two-hour flight, your slumber abruptly interrupted when the captain announced your descent to San Juan. Of course you apologised profusely for accidentally drooling on Oikawa's sleeve.
"Ugh. I didn't know you had to travel so far to pick me up from Buenos Aires. I'm so sorry, Tooru-k—"
"Hush now, Otome-chan," he presented your bus tickets to the conductor before pulling you up with him. "If you're really sorry, just promise me we'll have a lot of fun while you're here. And besides, what's a little travelling when I get to spend time with you?"
The five-hour-long bus ride passed by in a flash as Oikawa pointed at every significant landmark he could identify on the road, while you had your tiny notepad in your hands again to jot down shaky phrases, listening closely to how he pronounced the foreign names and words.
You felt like you were floating in the middle of a calm ocean, the afternoon sun beating over your skin as you let yourself be carried away by the waves.
He chose to have dinner at a little place called Soychu, which specialised in vegetarian meals. It was also near the hotel your editor booked for you. Oikawa, who considered this place his home for the last two years, seemed rather amused at the way your head whipped around at every curious sound you heard.
"San Juan isn't as colourful as Buenos Aires, but it has its own charms," he told you, placing a serving of provoleta on your plate. "We'll have a lot of time to explore tomorrow, so you should rest up after such a long flight."
And you were indeed charmed by the city's nightlife— jet lag quickly replaced by sensory overload as you tried to take in everything you laid your eyes on and everything you heard— lights reflecting from the restaurant windows, a cool evening breeze and the odd stranger greeting a friend in a language you had no idea about. Even the restaurant you were in captured your heart in a way you can't put in to words.
"Departamento en San Juan?" You read the booking made by your editor a few weeks back as you stood outside the apartment premises. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, this is it. Wait a moment, I'll confirm your booking," he said as he entered the premises to greet the receptionist. "¡Buenas noche! Mi querida reservo una cuarto…"
You honestly had no idea what he was telling the middle-aged receptionist who gave you a short glance before turning to her log book. His Spanish was really good and you were sure he wasn't selling you out to a murderer, at least, seeing how the lady smiled at you. She turned around to grab the keys to your lodging for the next two weeks and threw out something that sounded like a question. "¿Te quedaras tambien?"
Oikawa chuckled, understanding what it meant. He turned to you with a smile as he was handed the keys. "Ya veremos."
The cream-coloured apartment room had a single king-sized bed in the only bedroom, a wide kitchen space, a clean bathroom with a heated shower and a tiny balcony that overlooked the lighted cobblestone street they walked earlier.
"All right, everything looks good to me," he walked out of the bathroom, which was the last place he checked after making his rounds in the space you'll be living in for the next two weeks. "I'll leave you to rest and unpack, Otome-chan. The Wi-fi password is on the refrigerator. And don't you worry about your money because I won't go running away with it! Message me tomorrow, all right?"
He was just about to take his leave, hand already on the door when you stopped him midway, gently pulling at the hem of his red shirt. "T-Tooru-kun, wait a moment. I… I, uh…"
The words didn't come out easily. You weren't just about ready to part ways with him just yet and you needed to let him know.
"Otome," he started, dropping the honorific from your name for the first time. He raised his hand and brushed cool knuckles over your warm cheek before finally tipping your chin so your eyes would meet. "I don't quite understand what it is you're trying to tell me."
He was teasing you.
I want to drown, your mind screamed at you. I want to drown in you.
"I'm… not really that ready to let you go. I, uh… C-Can you stay here? Just for tonight, i-if it's all right. I just—"
He caught your quivering lips in his as he leaned down to kiss you and you felt all of your resolve crumble so easily just as you did in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck and willed yourself not to shed a single tear now. There was no clumsy fumbling out of your clothes as you were swept away to the bedroom, only the rapid thumping of your heart against his chest and his warm hands all over you— touching you so softly, gently, kindly— making you cry even though you swore to yourself that you wouldn't.
"Don't cry, Otome," he breathed over you, brushing a kiss on your cheek as he coiled his arms around you. "I'm sorry—"
"Don't—" You raised your hands to cup his face, softly grazing your thumb over his lips. "…Don't apologise now."
He obliged and saved the apologies for tomorrow or another day. Now wasn't the time for any of that at all. Not when you've waited for him to hold you like this for so long.
You have nothing to be sorry for, Tooru. I wanted to swim so I dove in.
If there was one thing you were sure about, it was already morning. The light from your window said so, at least. You blinked away your bleary vision and tried to move, only to find an arm draped over your figure. Your back. Wait, am I naked? Don't tell me we—
A head of tousled dark hair was asleep beside you, the morning sun beating on his naked and toned back.
Oikawa Tooru.
He groaned in his sleep before moving closer and pulling you in his arms, your cheek gently colliding with his chest, the steady beating of his heart enough to pacify your thoughts. It didn't take long for him to stir and finally awaken, planting a tender kiss on the crown of your head.
"Look at you," he stated, eyes disappearing as he beamed at you. "You've grown much lovelier. Can't believe it took me this long to tell you."
"Good morning, Tooru," you smiled back at him, warm hands on his face. You brushed away the hair stuck on his forehead.
"Oh, right! Now that we're here, would you please do me the favour?"
You sat up with him, stretching your arms while he reached for his tiny body bag on the bedside table right next to him. He pulled out a copy of Two Silver Moons and handed it to you.
"You—" your fingers curled around the book, flipping through the pages in complete disbelief. "How?…"
"Come now! Did you really think I'd miss out on the golden opportunity of grabbing a copy of your first novel?" He waved a hand, an obviously pleased smile on his face. "I pulled a few strings here and there, but it's the real deal, isn't it? Will you sign it for me?"
"Tooru, I—" To both your surprise, you still had more tears to cry. "Y-You really went out of your way for this. You really care this much—"
"Why on earth would I not care about you, Otome?" He stated, moving in to kiss your forehead. "You're so precious to me."
He could sense the apprehension you were feeling and he couldn't blame you for it. The two of you danced around each other's feelings even since you were both young, neither having an idea of what the other truly was to them. He had an answer to that now.
"There's a thing they call people like us," he said, taking one of your hands in his. "We are lovers, are we not?"
Lovers.
Oh, the word felt absolutely foreign to you before because you had absolutely no idea what you were. It sounded so much pleasant to you both now. You smiled at him and his knotted brows disappeared.
"Yes, I believe we are."
"Ah, that's a relief. I thought you wouldn't agree with me," he sighed, obviously relieved by your reply. "So where do you want to go today, querida? What are you writing about? We can go to the Leoncito Astronomical Complex. Or the Museo Provincial de Bellas Artes Franklin Rawson. There's also the San Guillermo National Park. Ischigualasto Provincial Park. I can go on and on, you know."
"You lead the way, leaderman," you said with a chuckle as you reached for a pen on the bedside table. You jotted down a message on the front page of his book.
'To Oikawa Tooru-senshu. Thank you for your love and support! Likewise, you will always have mine. I love you. ♡'
Regardless of the time and distance you've spent apart, you find yourselves gravitating back towards each other, hearts bound by an unseen force you both finally had the right word for.
The conversation Tooru had with the lady receptionist went pretty much like this:
T: Good evening! My darling (could also be dear, dearest) reserved a room...
R: Will you stay too?
T: *laughs* We'll see.
Author's Notes:
This is from my older haikyuu series Dreams of Fire Trees and Silver Moons on AO3. I suddenly remembered this fic and how dramatic it was when I saw this on X. Oikawa is truly one of the prettiest boys in hq and you can quote me on that lol.
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synopsis; strangely enough, your number one enemy since kindergarten and captain of the basketball club of your college calls you up one night begging you to come over to his dorm room. after knocking on his door, things will take a turn that you would have never expected.
REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3
a/n: i don’t feel too confident about this shot, but i miss y’all and i need to get over my writer’s block. i hope it’s not as much as a disaster as i see it and that you all love it. （ ; ; ）
CW;; cursing, dirty talk, nipple play, bullying and fights, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!
word count;; +5k!
Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.
You were having a really bad day. Not bad, horrible.
First of all, your alarm didn’t go off for some stupid reason and caused you to 1. getting late to school and 2. getting your teacher to lower your grade just because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates you. Second of all, you’d forgotten your lunch and your wallet, so you were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god your best friend Robin shared with you her sandwich or else you would be dead by now). And third of all…
“And what do we have here?”
Him.
You rolled your eyes, feeling your skin heating up and your insides turning with disgust and anger as you turned around to face the most annoying fucking person you’ve ever met.
“Give it back, Harrington.”
Steve Harrington, the name that would appear on your worst nightmares, the monster under your bed, the last person you’d ever want to live through the end of the world with... Your enmity had been going strong since kindergarten, when he had picked on you for your looks since day one just because. Then, he started to tell his friends and those around you to not go near you or else they’d catch lice. He needed to be on top of you all the time; if there was a race on P.E, he’d make you trip with his foot to get you on your knees and win (leaving you all bloody and injured), if there were presentations to be made in front of the whole class he’d crack up jokes to make everyone laugh at you, giving you quite the public anxiety and if you somewhat got to win him in anything (probably at grades) he’d go nuts and get so pissed that he’d make your life impossible for the next few months by trashing your locker, ‘accidentally’ throwing his drinks all over you, telling the teachers that he saw you cheating…
It only got worse when you found your best friend: Eddie Munson, who was too an outcast. You became inseparable, and since then you two were the ‘freaks’ to the whole high school just because you liked rock and metal songs.
He smirked, taking a look at the poster that you were just about to hang on your university’s ‘news wall’. It was Eddie’s, he was about to go on a tour and had asked you if it would be okay to hang some posters to let everyone know. Through the years, Corrored Coffin had gained fame and a lot of followers.
“The freak is going on a tour?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. “Disgusting. He really thinks he’s gonna become a superstar or some shit…”
You fisted your hands, your heart being squished under the nickname that your friend had had to grow up with just because he liked things the others didn’t.
“Don’t call him that.” you said, your eyes straight into his.
“ ‘Freak’?” he teased you, swaying away the poster when you tried and take it back. “What do you want me to call him then? I could call him a girl, because he surely isn’t a man with that hair of his and that stupid makeup he’s always wearing…” he though out loud, when he noticed your furious expression, he simply shrugged. “Just stating facts.” the people around you had gathered to listen to your bickering. It was a daily coincidence now, Harrington being always the one looking for trouble. Some of them laughed at his words… Jerks. Just like him.
“You know what, Harrington? Sure, call him whatever you want.” you said, ripping from his hands the poster. “But I assure you, that you’ll never be not an inch of a man that he is, if you are bright enough to know what I mean by that.” your eyes wondered to his crotch and that made the crowd burst out in laughter. You were filled with proudness when you noticed his jaw tightening and his body going stiff. You were no outcast now, you were popular to be honest, and everybody knew the two of you since Harrington was the basketball team captain and you the cheerleader team captain. It was hell on the games, each of you always fighting each other off. But your teammates had grown so accustomed to it that they just laughed at your little fights. “So go ahead and run your mouth, ‘cause I’m sure yours will never get to places his have never been.” you leaned in. “And hold your tongue, ‘cause Eddie knows how to use his really well.” you whispered inches away from his face, giving him a wink before stapling the poster to the board and leaving him behind with tightened fists and heated cheeks.
It was a big day for you and your team, and you didn’t have time for play dates.
—
“y/n!” your eyes shone when to your ears the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice ringed.
You turned around, with your pompoms in hand and high ponytail, your college’s cheerleader uniform shining due to the lights that lightened the whole basketball court.
“Eds!” you smiled, so bright that almost blinded, running and jumping on your friend’s arms, who easily caught you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “You made it!” you laughed as he twirled you around.
“Of course I made it, it’s your big night after all. Although I still don’t get this basketball and cheering thing…” he left a sweet peck on your cheek. “But look at you all dolled up! Is it for me?” he winked, leaning just the slightest in, enough for him to whisper on your ear.
You laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Of course Munson, you know I’m all yours.” you winked back, making him let out a quick laughter.
“I really need to put a ring on you, Mrs. Munson.” he pointed at you as the music that let the public know that the match was about to start started to play through the speakers and he backed off to the stairs to sit and leave you to your cheerleading.
“I’ll be waiting on it, Mr. Munson!” he sent you a flying kiss that only made you giggle and roll your eyes. You loved Eddie, he always found a way to make you laugh and that’s something that you truly appreciated. He was the only one that truly got you.
You turned around to call for your teammates, your smile fading as fast as your eyes bumped against those brown ones that you do well knew at this rate. Harrington looked at you with such a pissed expression… Water bottle tightly clutched in one of his hands, about to burst. He let it fall to the ground along with the towel that stood on his shoulders when his coach called out for him with his whistle, giving Eddie, who was on the first step on your back a death glare as he ran to the center of the court to shake hands with the other team captain.
What the…
“Girls come on!!” you called for the cheerleaders on your team as you still looked at the stiff body of your incarnated hell. What the fuck is wrong with him? “Assume positions!”
Not my problem.
You shrugged it off and started to cheer for your team along with the public that had come to watch the match, most of them students from both colleges. And through all of it, you tried and ignore the harsh eyes that bore holes on the back of your neck, even if your skin felt like being on fire.
…
It was late at night in your dorm room, Robin having left to stay at his girlfriend’s, Nancy, house since it was Friday. You were snacking on some candy and chips as you watch your favorite show, Teen Wolf along with Eddie, who had sneaked to your bedroom, laying in your bed fully covered and with your pjs on. After the game, which you sadly had lost, you had watched as a very infuriated Steve walked out of the court and the gym, not without giving you and Eddie, who was hugging you and congratulating you for your efforts regardless of the result of the match, a pretty harsh glare that clearly said ‘fuck you two.’
Jeez, you didn’t know what has gotten him so riled up that afternoon but you surely hoped for him to go and drown his sorrows somewhere as quietly as possible and leave you alone.
“Hell yeah!” you cheered to the power couple as they shared their first kiss, almost jumping and throwing all your chips around and on your best friend when Isaac and Allison finally shared their first kiss.
“Ugh. Really Allison?! I was expecting better from you.” the curly haired metal head gasped, acting hurt at the ‘betrayal’. He was team Scott. Which was obviously stupid since he now liked Kira.
“What are you talking about?! Scott has moved on, doesn’t she have the right to do so too?” Eddie gave you a side glance as in a ‘no’, but he quickly laughed when you hit your shoulder with a ‘hey!’.
Your attention was completely on the screen when your phone started buzzing on your side table. You took a new bite at your candy as you reached for it, still not focusing on it as you took. the call. It was probably Robin calling to check in.
“Hello?” you talked into the line, waiting for a few seconds for an answer that never came. You checked the screen, ‘Unknown number’ showing on its center. You furrowed your eyebrows “Hello? Who’s this?” Eddie paused the series and rose to sit up on your bed along with you, mouthing a ‘who’s it?’. You simply shrugged and mouthed back a ‘no idea’. The sudden appearance of a sharp and heavy breathing caught you off ward for a couple of seconds before you rolled your eyes.
“Are you serious?” you huffed, thinking it was a stupid phone call. “We're in college, how about we stop playing Scream and start being more matures?” you said, and just as you were about to hang up, a rather familiar voice croaked out:
“y/n."
You froze, your breath hitching as your brain tried to convince himself that you had heard right “Harrington?” you were in shock for a couple of seconds, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in utter disbelief. When the casual anger grew inside you with just the mention of his name appeared you snapped at him. “Do you know what hour it is… No. Why the fuck are you calling me in first place?” you rolled your eyes. For just a couple of hours that you were enjoying yourself with your best friend, of course he had to come and ruin it. He always does and always will.
He was silent for an instant before his voice breaks out in a whimper that makes your stomach flip.
“Please.”
“W…What?” your eyebrows were knitted together so hard it was painful. Eddie just hits you in the arm, silently asking you to tell him what’s going on. You just swatted his hand away and lift a finger to quiet him.
“Please.” he repeated.
“Are you drunk or something? You should-“ you started, but he was quick to cut you off.
“y/n…” that was something different. The way your name fell from his lips in such need, hunger… “Come over. Please come over. I need you so bad…”
“I-“
“y/n, what is it?” Eddie spoke up, and you could hear the tension from the other part of the line rise.
“Fuck. Is Munson there with you?” Harrington affirmed more than asked.
“y/n!” Eddie asked again.
“y/n.” but the voice of Harrington on the other line had you too out of focus. The way you could hear the begging on his tone, the need…
You didn’t know what had gotten over you, but you found yourself quick on your feet to grab your dorm keys.
“Wait for me.”
Eddie stood up as well and watch you hang up and made your way out of your room after putting on a pair of shoes.
“Where are you going?” Eddie inquired, completely and utterly lost. “You’re leaving?”
“I’ll be right back, I promise. I think there’s something wrong with Harrington. You can continue with the serie and use my bed, alright?” you quickly muttered, and when you caught him stepping closer and raising his hand to say something and find out whatever the hell was going on, you closed the door on his face.
You made your way over to the guy’s room wing, having been there before to parties and so. And before you knew it, you had knocked on his door. You didn’t have to wait a long time before he appeared on it’s threshold, his normally perfectly combed hair being a mess, shirtless and with only a pair of sweats on. He looked like a mess, with red cheeks, swollen bitten lips, glassed eyes and shaky breathing.
“Harrington, what the hell are you…” a scream almost got ripped out of you at the harsh yank that took place on your arm. Before you knew it you had been pulled inside and smashed against the now closed door of his room, his body towering over yours and his breath caressing your face.
Fuck. You’ve never been this close before.
“You’re driving me insane.” he said, one of his hands cupping your cheek, dark shiny eyes connecting with yours before they’d drift back to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me all day. Knowing that Munson got to touch you, taste you… Is killing me. And him being in your room? Having you in his arms? Thinking about him just touching you is… Fuck.” you chocked. You didn’t understand. Wasn’t he supposed to hate you? Despise you? Then why…? “I can’t stop imagining him kissing you, holding you…” his thumb pressed over your bottom lip, tugging on it, admiring. “You were supposed to pay attention to me. You were supposed to think about me.” your heart was thumping against your ribs, and you felt like dying when he harshly kissed you. It was fast, and angry. His tongue was quick to push inside your mouth, your teeth clashing and your body being pulled against him. You whimpered, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him closer. You’d never felt that way. How your whole body seemed to combust, the shaking of your limbs, the thumping of your heart…
But what was going on? ‘Pay attention to him’? ‘Think of him’? What was that supposed to mean? Did Harrington always treat you badly to get your attention? To get under your skin one way or another?
You were burning, so badly that he felt like snow.
“Fuck.” he muttered as he pulled away. “Been dreaming of doing that since the first time you yelled at me.” you whimpered when his warm hands took a harsh hold of your waist, pulling you against him close and tight enough for you to feel just how hard he already was on his sweats.
His mouth was back on yours, and your whole world was spinning. His hair on your hands, his gasps against your lips, his musky scent…
“Yeah, that’s right.” he muttered, a little smirk showing in his factions when he noticed your daze and unfocused eyes. “Focus on me. Just me.” he whispered on your ear before his lips latched to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You moaned, his hands sneaking inside your pj’s shirt and slowly making its way upwards, towards your chest.
“Fuck, Harrington.” you gasped when his warm hands took your tits, massaging them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he pressed a leg in between your legs, making your aching pussy brush against the lean muscle of his thigh.
“Steve.” he corrected. “It’s Steve for you, baby.”
“Steve.” you moaned when he pushed upwards with his leg, helping you ride it.
“That’s right. But you need to say it a little bit louder, hm? Need to let everybody know that it’s me who you are moaning for.” you whimpered at his words, his large hands leaving your chest to take your hips and pick you up to make his way to his king size bed.
You felt almost crushed against the duvet when he pinned you down to it underneath his weight. Almost, ‘cause right at that exact moment, you just wished he could be closer, he could be harsher, smush you against the bed and fuck you senseless ‘till you are nothing more than a babbling mess.
“That’s right.” he smirked when you pulled him closer, choked when his hands where once again pulling your top up slowly. “Fuck. You drive me insane.” he muttered when your chest was fully uncovered. “Fucking beautiful.” you moaned when his mouth left wet kisses on your chest. His tongue circled your nipples as one of his hands made its way to the seam of your pajama pants and panties, which stood completely soaked in arousal.
“Steve.” you cried out when his fingers caressed you from over the lace of your underwear, chuckling at the wetness of them.
“You are so wet for me already, such a good girl…” you almost whimpered, your cheeks blushing at the praise, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “You liked that, hm? Like to be my good little girl?” you nodded, your legs shaking when he finally pushed down your underwear and pjs to touch you. You gasped when his rough and thick fingers pressed against your core, sliding through your folds, pooled in your arousal. “So fucking wet.” he cursed as he circled your clit, making you moan. His touch was electrifying. “Is all of this for me?” you once again nodded. “I need to hear your pretty voice. Speak up for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes… It’s all for you.” you managed to sputter out.
“Mmh…” he hummed happily with the answer, smirking when you let out a loud moan as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, instantly hitting that spongy spot that could make you come over and over again. “Then I guess that if it’s all for me… I could have a taste. Isn’t that right?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you suddenly felt his tongue around your clit at the same time as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, slowly enough to have you gripping at his hair and bucking your hips in search of more.
He complied, starting to eat you out like a man starved. And he kind of was, having been craving you for years and years… He craved you, needed you so badly that his composure had plummeted once you’ve told him that Munson had touched you, kissed you, tasted you first… He wanted you. Wanted you to be solely and completely his.
“Ah, Steve, shit…” you were so sensitive. More than usually. Was it because Steve was too good at eating you out or because it was Steve who was eating you out?
“Louder, baby. I need you to be louder for me.” he said before going back to you, his tongue lapping up at your juices and adding another finger. Their thickness made you cry out his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. You just hoped that there was no teacher doing the check-ins that night or you’d be screwed.
“Steve, I’m… I’m gonna…” your grip tightened on his hair.
“You’re gonna come? Gonna come on my face, hm?” he curved his fingers upwards, relentlessly hitting your g spot over and over again, pulling you closer to your orgasm. “Go ahead, come for me. Let me have it.”
He didn’t need to say it twice. With his tongue back circling your clit, you moaned as you came, harsh, on his tongue, him helping you to extend you climax by thrusting in and out his fingers whilst lapping at your release, drinking everything you had to offer in between moans and hums.
When he let go of you, licking his two fingers clean, you where a flustered mess; with your hair sticking everywhere, red cheeks, swollen lips and glossy eyes. And he wasn’t that different from you, with his chin and red puffy lips shiny with your juices, his cheeks were flushed and his hair a beautiful mess that you had created in between tugs and caresses. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t help dragging him towards you to taste yourself off of his lips, one of your hands finding his aching and swollen cock, that pushed against his sweats in need of release. He groaned in your mouth, pulling from your hair to part ways.
“Steve…” you cried out, your eyes half-lidded with need, your pussy aching for him, for something to fill you to the brim, to stretch you out, break you.
“What is it, hm?” oh but he already knew… “Haven’t you had enough already? I gave you my fingers and my mouth, is that not enough for you? What a needy slut…” you moaned at his harsh tone and degradation, the contrast with the recent praise making your skin burn and your body cry for him. You needed him so badly… So much that you swore you could die. “Want me to fuck you, hm? Want me to make you cum all over my cock? Have you all brainless as I use you? Pump you full of my cum?”
“Yes please Steve, please, I want it.”
“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under his touch and whimpering when he gave your thigh a harsh slap. “Can’t hear you, beautiful.”
“Yes.” you cried out, loving how harsh he was treating you, loving the idea that he would use you just for his pleasure.
“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you.” another spank.
“Please Steve, I want you to make me cum all over your cock, please, please, please… I need it. I need you.” tears swelled in your eyes as you stuttered.
“Good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” he said with a smirk, quickly shoving his sweats and underwear down his thighs to discard them aside. You almost choked at his size. You couldn’t take that.
Steve’s dick was huge. So thick and large that you knew that he’d tear you apart, stretch you out so good that would leave you sobbing and drooling against his pillow as he fucked into you over and over again.
“Gonna let me fuck you raw? Let me cum inside and fill you up?” he inquired, and you just nodded, too focused on the pink of his head beaded in pre-cum, on the veins of its sides and the brown curls at its pretty base.
“Yes, please, Steve, I want your cum.” you pleaded, and he groaned, once again pinning you underneath him and kissing you feverishly. You parted your legs for him to position himself in between them. You gasped on his mouth when you felt his head play with your cunt, slowly dragging himself up and down in between your slicked folds to lube himself up, teasing you at your entrance, pushing just the slightest against it. You were so fucking wet… More than you had ever been before.
Your nails found his back as he finally, after hearing your pleads and begging, aligned himself and started to push the tip of his cock inside, leaving you breathless at the stretch.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” he hushed you as you whimpered with every inch. “You are gonna do good for me, isn't that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, right?” you nodded, sinking your nails deeper in his skin, deep enough to make him bleed. But Steve didn’t care, ‘cause he was finally making you his, and you were so goddamn tight he was losing his mind.
You were crying of pleasure and due to the overwhelming sensation of his huge cock when he finally had settled himself fully inside, his tip reaching places you’d never dreamed of, his girth stretching your walls so good it was almost painful. Almost.
"Fuck. Look at you. Already crying and I haven't begun to fuck you yet.” you moaned when he started to slowly fuck into you, so deep that you were going crazy. You needed more, so much more. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”
“More. Please Steve, more.” you called out for him, your whimpers filling the room more and more as he started to move faster and faster.
“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking take it.” he groaned, lost on how good you felt. He never wanted to leave. Never wanted to stop feeling you this close. “Such a good girl.”
You moaned, your eyes turning white at the pleasure. This was like nothing you had experienced before.
“Tell me, did Munson fucked you this good, huh?” he asked, taking your cheeks with his right hand as he rolled your clit with his left to make you look at him. “Did he make you drool? Made you cry?”
You shook your head, but he wasn’t happy with that.
“Say it. Say that no one’s has fucked you like me. Say it, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”
“No one has ever… ever fucked me like you.” you somehow achieved to say in between moans and gasps.
“That’s right. Look at you, your pussy is taking me so good… Sucking me in as if you don’t want me to leave.”
Suddenly you were in all fours, your chest against the mattress as he pounded inside of you harder and harder, so hard that you could feel him in your cervix, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried out, drooling on his pillow, tears spilling due to how good he was making you feel.
His hands found your hips, pulling you against his hips with every hard thrust, leaving you breathless.
You were a babbling and moaning mess, incapable to form any words, even his name.
“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even speak.” he said, and moaned when you clenched around him. “Such a slut.” you whimpered when he gave you a harsh slap on your ass, his eyes focusing on how his dick disappeared in and out of your pussy, which now seemed to be molding around him and just him.
“Steve…” you dragged the ‘s’ as he sped up, fucking you brainless, calling his name over and over again.
He could feel the way you started to clench around him. The wet noises of your juices and his thrusts filled the room with your high pitched moans. You were close. So fucking close…
“Steve, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” your voice was so fucked up due to your screams that you swore you’d have a sore throat tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.
“That’s alright sweetheart. Why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? Let me see you fall apart.” and you did. You came so hard you saw stars, your ears ringing as you squirted all over his bed sheets. “Fuck, good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” he groaned at the sight and the feeling of your cunt gushing around his whole cock. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck you so full of me I’d have you dripping for a week.”
“Yes, please… please, please, Steve…please.” you babbled as you came over and over again, throwing him over the edge with a ‘fuck’ and moaning when you felt him spill inside you, painting your walls in white.
And maybe and just maybe, you stopped hating Steve that much from now on.
‘Cause we all know what they say… From hatred to love there is only one step.
a/n;
i hoped y’all liked this college stevie!! love you!!!!
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃
warnings, alcohol mentions
note, this was something i came up with yesterday and just had to write it so 😋 also i did try to make this gender neutral but if i added any gendered terms lmk 😭
pairings: johnny, bi-han, and syzoth
Johnny Cage ⭐
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Since Johnny is one of the biggest celebrities in the world, you already know he has to throw a Halloween party. He goes ALL out and invites everybody who's anybody. His costume was a sexy devil, y'know the one. It was either that or he was gonna go as himself 😭.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I actually feel like Johnny would be the type to change costumes during the night so, he kicks off the night in the sexy devil costume and ends it in a vampire one.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As his s/o you were automatically considered his Halloween date. You arrived at the party in your own fabulous costume, a perfect complement to Johnny's devilish charm.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The party was a wild mix of celebrities, music, and flashy costumes. With the music pumping, Johnny took your hand, and you both hit the dance floor. Dancing with him was an experience like no other! He moved with the confidence and charm that had made him a star.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° His by-far favorite part of the dancing was when you threw it back on him and he caught it 😭‼️.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As the night continued, Johnny showed you off and introduced you to many of his guests. The party became a whirlwind of laughter, and unforgettable memories, with Johnny as the mastermind of it all.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I feel like after he drinks he gets hella clingy with you, kissing all up on you, whispering in your ear, and ready to kick everyone out so the both of you can go upstairs and have some alone time.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The morning after, he had such a headache. But he didn't regret anything he did at all that night. The party was huge and definitely one to go down in superstar history.
Bi-Han ❄️
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He was 100% dragged here by you. If you didn't make him dance with you, he would've totally spent the whole night in a random corner. He thinks the party is stupid, he could be training new recruits but instead his loving partner just HAD to drag him to a party.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Immediately after the dance, he heads straight back to the corner. This time he's once again interrupted by a drunk party-go-er.
"Yeah man! How are you liking the party?!" Some random guy yelled over the loud music. Bi-Han rolled his eyes and grunted, still remaining silent.
"Ah, don't be like that big guy, live a little! Hey, how about we get you a drink, yeah?" Bi-Han let's the guy drag him through the house full of people and into the kitchen for drinks.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "Here ninja dude, this will definitely hit the spot." Finally the guy pats his back and heads back to partying. Bi-Han takes a sip of the drink and from there it was UP. The idea of someone like him being a lightweight is so funny to me 😭
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He completely did a 180 and went straight to looking for you. Once he found you, you thought he wanted to leave but oh were you in for a surprise. Bi-Han grabbed you by the waist, dipped you, and kissed you. This surprised you since he's not one for public affection, but you were never gonna deny anything that came from him.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° After that drink got in his system, he became the absolute LIFE of the party okay! Doing stunts and all of the above. He almost took it too far when he decided he wanted to use his powers in front of everybody, that's when you decided it was time for you two to leave 😭.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "But I really liked the party Y/N :( Can we please go back inside?"
"Okay fine, how many fingers am I holding up?" You challenged.
"...Let's just go home." He slumped in defeat.
Syzoth 🦎
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He's actually never been to a party where he could actually be himself so, all of this was VERY new to him. I feel like he would definitely let his original form out quite a bit that night since it's literally a Halloween party. Now, I imagine you guys party hop, cause there's no way he could switch in between form at the same parties 💀.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Either way, he ends up LOVING every party you hop too. He loves that he can spend time and party with you and others while being himself and not having to hide. I feel like when he gets some alcohol in his system, he gets very friendly and excited. He gets many compliments on his 'lizard costume', which makes him beam with pride.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He got a little too excited when he went to a snackbar and thought the eyes and spiders weren't real 💀. You shared a hearty laugh together as he realized they were just part of the Halloween decorations.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Overall for Syzoth, the Halloween party-hopping extravaganza turned out to be an unforgettable night where he could be himself and celebrate with you, a stark contrast to his usual hidden existence.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Surprisingly in the morning, he didn't have a hangover. But you sure did, (that is if you chose to drink) and he took care of you afterwards :]
additional note ! HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO PEOPLE THAT CELEBRATED 🫶🏾
𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
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Part 2
Pairing: Jey Uso x OC x Damian Priest
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3.5k
a/n: Thank you all so much for all the love! I couldn't have asked for a better reception of my art. You all inspired this next part! Likes, comments, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! Mwah!
-credit to @cafekitsune for the divider
If it weren't for the 15 text messages from Joshua and the Instagram spam from Damian, she could swear that last night was a dream. One minute she was partying with her best friend and the next she was trying not to catch a case. Then she found solace in an unlikely companion. Her head was honestly still spinning from trying to process everything that happened less than 12 hours ago. Work was definitely going to be- something today, that much was certain. After she opted to just block Josh, she smirked at her notifications being flooded by thearcherofinfamy. He was obviously trying to get her attention since he didn't have her number. The drive to the arena would take less than an hour if traffic was nice to her so she had time to kill before the superstars were set to arrive. Kendall decided to play with the dark priest and thought to lure him out via DM.
[kenthedoll_] Meet me in an hour
[archerofinfamy] That didnt sound like a question
[kenthedoll_] Bc it wasnt, yk you wanna
[archerofinfamy] Alright I’m in
[kenthedoll_] I was counting on it. Meet me at my room
[archerofinfamy] Yes ma’am
Well it was already 10 AM so going to the gym was out of the question which meant today would be a day of indulgence. Finally rolling out of the bed for the morning, Kendall danced through her daily routine with Bongos blasting on her portable speaker. Damian felt so new- exciting! There was something just effortless and easy about being around him that caught her attention. Ken googled brunch spots on the beach so they had a chance to take in the scenery before they went home after the show. The weather called for a little white tee and shorts combo but she kept it cute pairing it with some comfortable loafers. Dressing like an Instagram baddie 24/7 was too much work for her. When she wasn't on screen or out on the town, she was more of a comfortable girly. In the few moments left before Damian was supposed to show up, she made sure her stuff was packed for the show then her flight home in the morning. You had to stay ready even if you weren't scheduled for the show in case any last minute changes occurred.
Right on cue at 11:15 three knocks rapped against her door to which she skipped over to snatch it open. “Fancy meeting you here.” Her tone was playful as she smiled at his classic bad boy appearance. “Good morning to you too, cariña.” The corner of his lips quirked up in a subtle smile that she found cute. Despite his dark wardrobe, his presence alone filled the air with warmth. The kind that kept the house smelling like chocolate chip cookies hours after they'd been baked. “I hope you like french toast and mimosas because we have reservations.” She didn't wait for a response as she took his hand leading him to the elevator after making sure her door locked behind them. “I don't care what we eat when my view looks like this.” A snort shot through the hallway at his cheesy line but she found his doting to be refreshing. “Do you use that line often?” Kendall mused while leaning against the wall observing his mannerisms to familiarize herself with him. “My first time. Did it land?”
All she could do was put her head down to hide her amusement not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could fluster her so easily. The elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached the lobby and she ushered him to the back entrance of the hotel to allow them to walk on the boardwalk. “I hope I’m not keeping you from any leadership duties. I know you run a tight ship.” Damian thought Kendall was so different from the other women on the roster. No one ever really said what they were actually thinking but she did. She was inquisitive, direct, and original. “If you're wondering if I told them that I would be with you, I didn't. I wasn't sure if this was a secret rendezvous or not.” Ken laughed at his uncertainty as they walked side by side to the restaurant. “Think of this as a qualifier for you getting that number you asked for. I wanna know if you are as interesting as I think you are.” “Guess I better show you what you're missing.”
The confidence in Damian’s statement made her pulse quicken, her brown skin prickling with goosebumps. When the pair arrived at the restaurant, he made it his business to open the door for her and pull her chair out once they were seated. As they sat across from each other, her counterpart scanned the menu making small talk about what they would order but she was fixated on him. Kendall snapped out of the trance when he put his menu down to see why she wasn't responding to him. A smile tugged on his lips whilst he leaned forward on his forearms, bathing her in the attention she was giving him. “I would ask if you see something you like but if you said yes, I'd have to do something about it and we’re in public.” Kendall mimicked his actions with a grin playing on her lips. “Well you know I love to perform.” The silence that settled over the table fueled the intense stare down between the two; the air crackling with desire.
Damian carefully contemplated what he was going to say next. Should he tell her that he wanted to eat her on that very table or should he change the subject? Before he could decide, the waiter came over to take their orders breaking their fierce eye contact. Glancing down at her menu briefly, she decided to make the most out of her cheat day. French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries while her counterpart opted for something high in protein like steak and eggs. The tension was still palpable after the waiter left with Damian shifting to lean back in his chair with his eyes locked onto hers. “How come you don't call me Luis like everyone else?” Taking a sip of her orange juice then mirroring his posture, Ken gave him a small smile. “Because I’m not like everybody else if you haven't noticed.”
Once their meals arrived, they ate in comfortable silence stealing little glances at one another between bites. In true woman fashion she longed for some of his food even though her own was good. He noticed her eyes flickering back and forth to his plate so he wordlessly sliced a piece of his steak and held the fork out to her. Instead of pinching the meat off with her manicured fingertips, she rose up slightly to lean across the table and wrap her lips around his fork. All the air in his lungs evaporated as she let out a hum of satisfaction while looking him dead in the eyes through her lashes. If he didn't drink the complimentary ice water, his boiling blood was going to start traveling south. “Is it good?” At that point he didn't even know if he was referring to the food or not. “The best.” Her tone was definite. They were indeed not talking about food.
Food was finished and the check was placed on the table. Damian looked at her, she looked at Damian then they both looked down at the bill. Snatching the envelope off the table at the speed of light, he waved it at her in triumph. “Gotta be quicker than that, princess.” Damian placed his card in the pocket making sure he held on to it as they got up to leave. “I asked you out so I should be the one paying.” Kendall argued, crossing her arms over her chest to look more intimidating but it just made him laugh at her bratty nature. “Ah so you admit this was a date.” His chin raised in victory, his back rested against the hostess counter while they ran his card. “Maybe.” She shrugged heading for the exit once the staff returned his card. He chased after her, catching up to walk beside her back down the boardwalk to their hotel making sure was on the other side of oncoming foot traffic. “You’re a stubborn one aren’t you?” Though it was posed as a question, she knew it was rhetorical and he was teasing her. “Well I am a Taurus.” It seemed like the most obvious thing in the world to her but he wasn't really into the whole zodiac sign thing.
The whole walk back consisted of the two bumping into each other like they were on a different planet with no gravity. Even while they waited for the elevator, he found his eyes glued to her smaller frame until they moved to board. Both of their minds seemed to be so preoccupied that when the ding alerted them that they had arrived on her floor, it startled them a little. “After you,” In a sweeping motion, he allowed her to exit first as he watched the way her jean shorts seemed to hug her ass the way he wanted to. When they reached her door, they felt a sense of deja-vu all over again. “Well that was…” She struggled to find a word that could describe the date they just had. “Exhilarating.” Damian breathed out in agreement. He was nearly pressing her against the door as he peered down at her in adoration, “I think we should do it again.” Ken wordlessly held her hand out for his phone. Damian took the hint, pulling his phone from his pocket and gently placing it in her palm. She saved her number in his phone under ‘Princess’ before handing it back to him. How fitting.
His body was tingling with the need to grab her and kiss those lips that always managed to stay glossy all the time. But they had to get ready to head to the arena soon; as much as he wanted to be the reason she was late, he didn't want her to get in trouble. “Do you want to ride with us there?” He offered half because he wanted to make sure she could get there okay and half because he wanted to spend more time with her. “Nah, I have a rental and I'm not fighting five people for the AUX.” “Alright then I’ll see you there.” His soft tone was accompanied with a curt nod and he knew he was supposed to walk away but his feet just wouldn't move. “See you later, Luis.” She laughed, gently pushing on his chest to give him some momentum to make it back to the elevator. He walked backward toward the elevator never taking his eyes off of her before she gave him a little wave before disappearing inside her room to get ready.
Ken sat perched on a crate in an empty hallway backstage as she cackled on facetime with Trin who wanted to know what was going on with her and Luis. “Mmm, who you looking cute for Miss Ma'am?” Her friend instigated causing her jaw to drop to drop at the implication. “Um, not too much. I always look good.” Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help the laugh that escaped when Trinity replied with a deadpan. “Yeah but when you're not scheduled for any screen time, you go for cute and comfortable. You got your titties sitting, legs all out and everything.” She lifted her phone up, angling it down to fit her whole body in the frame. “And is!” The two of them were cutting up so much in the secluded area that she didn't hear footsteps approaching until she felt a strong presence beside her.
Her smile slid right off her face when she looked over to see Joshua. “I gotta go, sis. I’ll text you.” Just as Trin was about to ask her who had her moving like that, she hung up on her knowing that was probably gon get her cursed out later. “Joshua.” She hoped her flat tone would deter him from saying whatever he was going to say and ruining her mood. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” Slowly scooting off of the crate, the girl held her hand up in dismissal. “Like I said before, we don't have anything to talk about. I’m good.” His gaze used to make her feel invincible but now she found herself trying to tug her skirt down in discomfort. “Please. You don't even have to say anything. Just listen. I wanna apologize.” In her mind she was debating on whether or not she could listen to his explanation. She really did want to put the shit behind her so she could fully let go- let him go, but now that he was in front of her, she knew she wasn't ready yet.
“I just can't do this right now, Joshua.” Kendall moved to walk past him only to be stopped by him grabbing ahold of her hand. “Wait-” “Stop doing that shit!” Snatching her hand from his grasp she quickly composed herself not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to them. “Stop smothering me. You can’t go from ignoring me for years to popping up on me and texting me fifty fuckin times. I’m not your bitch. Never was. I don’t owe you a damn thing. IF I decide to listen to whatever excuses you have, it’ll be on my time- not yours.” She walked away to take a breather when she turned the corner and smacked right into someone while she was lost in her thoughts. “My bad. I wasn't paying attention.” However when she looked up, she locked eyes with Señor MITB. “We have got to stop meeting like this, princess.” His stomach buzzed upon seeing her but when he noticed her agitated state his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay? What's wrong?” Shrugging the previous spat off, Ken instantly brightened up at his concern for her well being. “Fancy meeting you here.” Her teasing tone sent them into their own little bubble as they stood there making googly eyes at each other.
Before Luis could respond, Josh rounded the corner she just came from and almost tripped over his own feet stopping to watch their interaction. Luis gave him a friendly head nod with his signature half smile when he realized they had an audience. “Wassup, uce.” Kendall swore she was so annoyed that a visible irk mark actually appeared on her forehead. “What's up, bro.” Jey’s cold demeanor confused him but he chose not to question it. Instead his eyes drank in her figure before lifting to connect to hers again. “You look fucking amazing.” “I try.” She grinned recognizing that familiar glint in his eyes. “I was actually looking for you because I just had an interesting meeting with creative.” “Oh yeah?” She arched her perfectly plucked eyebrow in intrigue. “Turns out they think Damian Priest would be more susceptible to leave Judgement Day because of a woman.” Now that was the last thing she expected him to say. “Looks like Carsyn and Damian Priest are going to be entwined soon.” “I look forward to it.”
A stagehand interrupted their heated exchange to tell Damian that his match was on in ten minutes. “Good luck out there, champ.” Luis patted his championship with one hand then raised his briefcase with the other. “I don’t need luck, but I think a kiss would give me a little motivation.” Her brows shot to her hairline being surprised by his boldness before patting his chest. “Win and I’ll think about it.” She smirked then turned on her heel to head to catering. “And don’t look at my ass.” Ken called behind her even though she knew he was most definitely watching her walk away. Luis shook his head in disbelief before going in the opposite direction to meet Finn by the gorilla.
Kendall watched tag team champs defend their titles against DIY on the monitor in catering. All the close calls had her abandoning the food on her plate because she was too anxious to eat. Winning matches was always the goal but being safe as entertainers and athletes was top priority. Damian could hold his own but they were doing a great job selling the match because those kicks had her wincing for him. The match finally ended with The Judgment Day retaining the Undisputed Tag Team championships. Smiling proudly to herself, she continued to push her food around her plate, having lost her appetite when her phone buzzed with a text message from ‘Papi Chulo’.
[Papi Chulo] Now back to that kiss
[Princess] I said I would think about it
[Papi Chulo] Don’t make me take it
[Princess] Is that a threat or a promise
[Papi Chulo] It's a warning
A tingle shot up her spine in anticipation. Tossing her food in the garbage, Ken left catering intent on furthering their game of chicken.
[Princess] Catch me if you can
She was making quick work of trying to find a place to hide while superstars and staff looked on in confusion at her speedy movements. Rounding a random corner, she threw herself into the first storage closet she saw. They never took particularly long showers at arenas so she knew he'd be hot on her trail any second. Placing her hand on her chest to calm the pounding of her heart, she sucked in a breath hearing movement outside the door. Waiting with bated breath for something to happen, she slowly exhaled when the feet in front of the door continued on down the hallway. Kendall went to check her phone for any messages from him when the door burst open making her squeal and drop her phone. There he stood with a wolfish grin plastered on his face as he closed the door behind him. “I found you, little lamb.”
Every step she took backward, he stalked forward with his long legs crossing the small space in mere seconds. “That was fast.” Her adrenaline spiked again as her back hit the wall allowing his tall frame to cage her in. “What can I say? I had business to take care of.” His deep voice filled the air like smoke making her feel lightheaded as she laid her hands on his chest to ground herself. “And what business is that?” He wrapped a strong forearm around her waist pressing their bodies flush together and cradled the back of her neck with his other hand. “You.” Any words on her tongue died when he connected their lips in a passionate kiss. It felt like all the air left her body then came rushing back. Draping her arms over his neck, she leaned up on her tiptoes to deepen the lip lock. Ken let out a quiet moan feeling like she was slipping from reality as he held her. Hearing her sounds of approval urged him to lower his hand to grab a handful of her ass.
Willing herself to pull back from the kiss, Luis chased her lips coaxing a giggle out of her. “You’re intoxicating, muneca.” His voice was low but his stare was burning right through her. “I’ve been told I have that effect on people.” He laughed, moving to snake his arms around her small waist maintaining their closeness. “Careful. That effect gon have your ankles making friends with your ears.” The fire between them was spiraling- warping into something insatiable. “Is that a threat or a promise?” Kendall challenged only to receive a harsh squeeze to her ass. “Definitely a promise.” Tugging her hand to lead them out of the closet, he poked his head out of the door to make sure the coast was clear. “Let’s get outta here. I’ll drive.”
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