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crowleyesce · 3 months
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FNaF movie BUT the characters are closer to game canon. And also technically a swap AU.
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echolett · 3 months
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scary marlowe
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chromaticcrazyass · 11 months
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LET ME TELL Y’ALL WHY THIS IS THE BEST WILLIAM AFTON LOOK EVER
The thing is, he looks normal. Which is a good thing. He looks like the kinda guy that looks almost too normal not to be suspicious. He’s not some over the top villain or looks excessively evil or malicious at first glance. Which is brilliant, because if he did no child ever would approach him let alone follow him into his little murder room. He’s approachable. No kid is gonna look at this guy and think “oh he wants to murder me”. No, they’re gonna see some old guy who probably wants to hand them extra faztokens and pat their little naïve heads and send them on their way. This take on ol’ willy the purple people stabber is subtle enough to be a passable member of society but juuuuuuuuuuuust off enough to where the hair on the back of your arms stand up when he’s around, and that’s only if you know what to look for or already know his reputation.
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kteezy997 · 4 months
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The Candy Man-Part One// W.W.
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Warnings: Smut, mention of masturbation, male receiving oral sex, virgin Wonka, cowgirl, missionary, some dirty talk, curse words, cream pie, female receiving oral sex, oh and cheating on spouse A/n: I have not seen Wonka yet, so there are NO spoilers here!
As a young housewife, there wasn't much for you to do. You had done the housework for the week and done all the grocery shopping, and it was only Wednesday. This would make for a long, boring week.
It would be different if you had a child to look after, but sadly, that hadn't happened yet. And it may never happen if your husband continues to show such a low interest in sex. Sometimes it felt like he forgot you even existed.
You wished he would just give you a baby, if he didn't want to give you attention. That way you'd have not only something to occupy your time, but you'd also have someone to love, and for someone to love you. You weren't even sure if your husband loved you anymore. Your relationship wasn't the same as when you were first married two years ago.
These days, all you really wanted was for him to come home, rip your clothes off, and fuck you like he hadn't seen a woman in years. You wanted to feel desired, so badly. You had recently picked up a habit of touching yourself sexually while your husband was away at work. You were so starved.
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Autumn had come and gone by this time of the year and it was becoming quite frigid outside. With winter well on the way, you turned on your fireplace in the living room. You didn't really care for the bear skin rug that your husband insisted on having in front of the fireplace, but it wasn't worth the fight to try to get rid of it.
With the fire going, you snuggled up into a cozy sweater and put on some mindless radio station to fill in the silence of the empty house. As you listened to the radio and did some mild tidying about the room, you wondered if you should maybe get a dog, or maybe a cat.
Then the doorbell rang, that's weird. You thought. You seldom had any visitors during the day. You walked over and opened the door.
"Hello, Miss. My name is Willy Wonka! Would you care to sample some of my chocolate on this fine day?"
"Fine day? It's freezing out there," you said as you were awestruck by this man's beauty, his bright purple coat and milk chocolate-colored top hat added a sort of zany zest to his attractiveness. "um, would you care to come in and warm up for a minute?" you said politely, nodding to his briefcase that you assumed was filled with sweets, adding, "I do love chocolate."
"Why, yes, if you're sure you don't mind." he smiled, and his green eyes were dazzling.
"No, I don't mind at all, sir."
Willy took his hat off, and his curls fell downward in a bit of a mess as he stepped into the warm home. "Thank you, I didn't get your name."
"Oh, I'm y/n. Please, sit down, the fire is going."
"It is quite toasty in here, thank you, y/n." Willy said, taking a seat on the couch closest to the fireplace. “Very interesting choice of a rug, y/n.” he chirped.
“Oh that? My husband insisted on it, it’s so dreadful. But it is rather soft.”
“Hm.” he nodded looking at the luscious, dark colored fur on the floor. He then looked at her, cheerily, “So, would you like to try some?” He picked up his briefcase.
“Of course.” you said with a smile, truly wanting to try some of him instead, but you’d give his candy a chance for now. He was so damn handsome. His hair was gorgeous, you wanted to run your fingers through it, maybe even pull it.
He opened his briefcase in his lap, letting you choose which candy you wanted.
You picked a piece of chocolate, and he told you the name of it, and its special ingredients. You listened to him, but ultimately got lost in his innocent yet sexy eyes. You bit into the treat, and it was rich and velvety sweet as it melted in your mouth. It was absolutely delicious. The best candy you ever had in your life.
“Mr. Wonka, this is perfection, it’s absolutely divine.”
Willy smiled widely, “I’m pleased to hear it. I have only ever hoped that each person that tries my chocolate will have that same reaction.”
He was so genuinely confident and excited about his creation. The passion he had was evident.
“I’ll take every one of this flavor that you have, Mr. Wonka.” you said, taking another delicious bite.
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, “And please, call me Willy.”
“Willy.” you said, softly. You wanted to moan his name. But how to get there? You improvised. “Um, why don’t you stay for a bit longer? I can put in a pot of tea, if you’d like.”
“That sounds lovely y/n, or should I call you Mrs…”
“Oh, it’s Mrs. Hudson, but you can just call me y/n.” you insisted, hopping up and going to the kitchen heating up some tea. You had to have this man. Cheating was wrong, but your husband would never, ever know. He never wanted sex anymore, but you couldn’t go without it like he did. You were so needy, especially now, after meeting the handsome Mr. Wonka.
You had plenty of time to have Willy fuck you and send him on his way with his payment for the chocolate, all before Mr. Hudson got home. You would have to make Mr. Wonka an offer he couldn’t refuse, much like you couldn’t refuse his delectable sweets.
You carried two cups of steaming, aromatic tea, one for you and one for Willy. You hoped it would warm him up properly.
“Here you are, sir.”
“Why thank you, very kindly, my lady.” he took the teacup from you, and you felt weak in your knees when your hand was briefly brushed by his fingers. You watched as he carefully brought the rim of the cup to his lips, taking a small sip. “Mm, that’s quite good. A perfect cup of tea, y/n.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” you said, sitting down next to him and taking a sip for yourself. You didn’t know how to get this man naked; you weren’t finding any viable option that wouldn’t be too crude or forward. You felt you were running out of time. You couldn’t let him leave with the risk of never seeing him again. This delightful, beautiful man could not escape you.
“Well, this has been quite the pleasure.” he said, in a farewell tone. He took one last sip of his tea.
You haven’t had the pleasure, yet.
“But I will get out if your hair,” Willy stood up, continuing, “and go about my merry way. Thank you for your-"
“Wait! Willy-" you shot up to your feet as you spoke but couldn’t finish a sentence. You just started into his eyes.
“Yes?” he asked, frowning at you, utterly confused by your behavior.
You didn’t have the words, so you threw yourself at him, kissing him hungrily.
He took ahold of you, and pulled away from the kiss, “Y/n, are you mad?”
“Oh, god! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“No, it is alright. It was kind of…nice.”
“Yeah? Mr. Wonka, I had an idea of pleasing you the way you pleased me with your chocolate. If you’ll indulge me?”
He raised his eyebrows, “I have to say, I’m intrigued.”
You put your hands on his chest, making him sit back down on the couch. Your hands then went to his fly.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” he asked, panicky.
“Shh-sh. Relax, Willy. Do you like me?”
“Ye-yes.” he trembled with nerves. “I find you very pretty.”
“I really like you. Have you…ever been with a woman before?” You rested your hands on his upper thighs, dangerously close to his member. It was visible through his trousers although he wasn’t even hard yet.
Willy shook his head, “No, ma’am.”
“Awe, don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you, okay. Do you want that, Willy?” You ran your hands slowly around the outline of his cock.
He gulped, watching your hands on his pants, “Yes, I think I would really like that.”
“Good.” You beamed, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock out. He was much thicker and longer than your husband. You were excited about being Willy’s first. You wet his cock with your tongue, and sucked him, moaning and slurping as you did so. You wanted him so bad; you sucked his cock like your life depended on it.
A string of “oh oh oh”’s and “mmm’”s fell from Willy’s mouth as you worked over his cock. He writhed on the couch and placed a hand on your head.
He was hard as stone after a moment, and you had been wet since he sat on your couch the first time. “Oh, Willy. Do you feel good, my sweet?”
“Yes,” he panted, his eyes glazed over, “very good.”
You stood up, and dropped your underwear to the ground, kicking them elsewhere. Then, you mounted him. His hands instinctively went to your waist. You reached down, placing his member between your folds. You sank down on him, feeling the intense stretch of your vaginal walls. You moaned in a slight pain initially, because his was larger than your husband, and you had never been with anyone else.
“Are you alright, y/n?”
“Oh, yes, darling, just give me a moment.” you adjusted, and then started to bounce in his lap.
Willy watched you in wonder and awe, then he’d look down to watch your pussy envelope his cock. “Haa, this is incredible.” he moaned, gripping your hips harder.
You quickened your pace. Sinful wet sounds came from your pussy. God, you needed this. The friction alone was titillating, but the tip of his cock would hit your cervix every so often and it was bliss, the whole scenario.
"Oh, y/n!" Willy cried your name over and over again. His hands explored your clothed body, groping your curves.
Damn, it felt so nice to be touched, and his hands were surprisingly big, and he knew how to use them.
You held yourself up with your hands on his shoulders, and slowly rocked back and forth on his cock. You noticed him eyeing your chest. "Unbutton my blouse, Willy."
He bit his lip with an eager gleam in his eyes, and he opened up the front of your blouse, letting your breasts plop out in his face.
Willy's eyes widened, he took his eyes away from your tits to look up in your eyes, "May I feel them?" he asked with a soft whimper.
"Yes, absolutely." you huffed, taking his hands and clapping them onto your naked breasts.
He gently squeezed and kneaded your breasts, then rolled your nipples between his fingers.
He was so sweet, and so curious about your body. It was so hot. You wanted to get off, you hoped to cum all over his dick. You held onto his arms firmly and rode him hard. His cock pounded away at your walls wildly, and you contracted your pussy around his girth.
"Ah! Fuck this is so good! I'm gonna...I'm gonna come!"
"Oh, oh!" Willy held your waist, and you felt his cock twitch inside you.
Your tummy swirled, and your legs went limp as you came.
"What's happening?" Willy cried, "What is this?" You felt him shoot ropes of his milky cum inside of you.
You took his worried face in your hands, "You're alright, my candy man. You had an orgasm. It's a wonderful thing."
"Oh," he panted, "yes, I suppose it is. A fantastic thing! Gosh, y/n, that felt like chocolate tastes, and chocolate is the best thing in the world!" he was so excited, like he'd discovered something that no one else had experienced before.
You giggled, "Well, I'm flattered, Willy." you felt hot and sweaty, you ran your hand down the back of your neck. You felt Willy's eyes on your tits.
"Your breasts, they are absolutely beautiful." he took them in his hands, just admiring the fullness of them.
You felt your pussy throb at the sight. Your husband never paid much attention to your body, but Willy seemed to be enthralled by you. You noticed how the glow of the fire highlighted his cocoa-colored curls. It was so pretty, his hair looked like the work of a master chocolatier. You ran your fingers through it, feeling the silkiness of his glorious mane.
"Can we do it again?" he asked you, then nodded to the floor, "There? On the bear skin rug? It would be comfortable for you."
"You're so thoughtful. Fuck me again, Willy Wonka. Pound me into the floor if you must."
Willy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and hoisted you up and then carefully placed you down on the rug.
The fur was plush and soothing on your back. You put your arms up by your head to get comfy.
Willy ran his hands down your body. He looked at you like you were a gift he had been waiting for. "You are so beautiful. Your husband does not know how lucky he is."
"That's sweet, Willy, but let's not mention my husband."
He nodded, "Right." Then, he dipped down, pressing his lips to your stomach.
"Mm." you moaned, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You could feel Willy's semen dripping out of you. You wanted more.
Willy left small wet kisses down passed your navel, lower and lower, and you couldn't help but push his head down where you needed him most.
"How do I do this, y/n? Is it like... licking a lollipop?" he asked, naively.
You smiled at him and said, "Yes, kind of. Like a sucker with a chewy center...but you're not in a big hurry to get to the center. You're just trying to enjoy the flavor on the outside."
He took a second to ponder over what you had said, then he nodded, "Okay, got it."
He was a quick learner. He lapped steadily on your clit; his pacing was perfect, not too fast, not too slow. He must have had lots of suckers in his life.
"You can use the tip of your tongue also, Willy." you whimpered through the pleasure.
"Oh, okay." he answered, his voice muffled as he didn't move away from your pussy as he spoke.
The vibrations from his voice sent tingles through your body. That coupled with Willy massaging your clit with his tongue and letting the tip dance between your folds, led you to your second orgasm. You cried out in ecstasy. "Willy Wonka, you are a god!"
"No, I'm just a chocolate maker." he said, nonchalantly. He then sat on his knees, his hand around his cock. He ran the tip of his cock along the joint of your wet folds, coating himself in your cum.
"Ooh." you moaned, tucking your fingers into the furry rug as firmly as you could.
Willy slid into you, then back out. "Ha, you're so wet."
"Fuck me hard, Willy." you purred.
With that, he shoved his cock into you, bucking his hips roughly. His hips smacked your skin with each thrust. He put his whole length into you. He gripped your thighs and started to get faster.
You squeezed him with your thighs, and he grew more confident in what he was doing and picked up a rhythm. You watched his handsome face scrunch up as he worked his hips, his thick brows furrowing in both pleasure and concentration.
You wondered what your husband would do if he knew that the candy man stopped by and made you come on the bear skin rug he loved so much. Oh, the risk was worth it! For Willy was perhaps better at sex than making chocolate.
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camatchoum · 3 months
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Not so dramatic, after all
Willy Wonka x reader
Request : Hi I have a request for a wonkaxreader!! Could the reader really be into theatre like all they ever want to do is perform but once they get an audition and it goes horrible and they are crushed?? @macmonster09
Summary : You have your biggest audition today for a play that you love, but you are incredibly nervous. A certain chocolatier tries to help you with that, but it's doesn't really go well.
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Warnings: angst, fluff.
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Today is the day. Today, you have THE big audition. The one that is going to change your life forever.
Since you are a little kid, you want to work in theatres. Your grandpa took you to see Romeo and Juliet when you were only five, and from that moment, you knew you wanted this to be your life. He always used to say that he knew Shakespeare. He was one of his best friends. When you were little, you believed him, but as you got older, you knew he was kidding, but you always laughed. You loved your grandpa so much, and you thank him every day for giving you the love of the theatre. You hope that one day he will watch you perform on the biggest stage of the world. You know he is not there anymore, not on earth anyway, but you always thought that he was watching you from the stars.
Today, you have an audition for the new play of your town's theatre : Romeo and Juliet. You were always too afraid to actually go to an audition. Well, you always walk to the theatre but then get back home at the last minute. But when you saw the title, you knew it was a sign from your grandpa. You had to pass the audition this time.
You are on your way to the audition. You are incredibly nervous. You have a strong grip on your bag as you are running. It is snowing outside, so normally you would have walked to be careful. But you were so overwhelmed with stress that you got out of your house late. So now you have to run.
You run inside the Galaries Gourmet, the theatre being on the other side. You curse when you see all the people in the way, and they don't seem to be moving. You try to slip through the crowd, repeating sorry's without caring if the person you push actually heard you. You need to go on the other side. You are moving forward with your goal, the only thing going on in your mind.
It was really the only thing you could think of because you didn't see a cane going right into your chest, causing you to fall with a scream. The man with the cane immediately stops what he is saying with a gasp and goes at your rescue.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry. Miss, are you okay?" The man asks you as you try to stand up again, but you slip and end into his arms. When you look up, you see that this man is probably your age, with curly brown hair beneath is high hat. He also wears a big purple coat. That is an interesting choice of colour. You blink when you see the man's lips move.
"I-I'm sorry what?" You stutter, and you can feel your cheeks burning. You are clearly embarrassed, and on top of that, this man is really good-looking. You are afraid you were passing for a dumb girl, but he only chuckles.
"I asked you if you were okay? I'm sorry I didn't see that you were in the way. I should be more careful with the cane." He says sweetly before he looks at you, and his eyes widen. He immediately let you go, and you can see his cheeks turn a little bit red. "I-I-I'm sorry it was just a re-reflex." He stutters too, thinking he was in the wrong here.
"No, don't worry about it. If you didn't catch me, I would have probably fallen again, so I'm actually glad you did it." You day, causing him to smile. "Thank you..."
"OH, I'm Willy Wonka, chocolatier. Would you like to try some..."
"I'm Y/n. I would love to but I don't have this kind of money." You say sadly.
"Nonsense miss Y/n. This one is free." He hands you a chocolate. You are about to take it when you remember a tiny detail. Your eyes widen.
"Oh my god, I need to go." You take your bag that was still on the floor before you start to run.
"Wait! You forgot to taste my chocolate!" You hear Willy Wonka scream before you see him running right next to you.
"I'm sorry, I really need to go." You don't stop running, Willy, neither.
"Where are you going?"
"I have an important audition today at the theatre, and I'm already late. I'm so nervous I could puke right now."
"I have the best thing to give you for that." Willy says with his eyes full of joy.
"What is it?"
"Can we stop running first. I'm not exactly an athletic guy."
You decide to stop. You aren't an athlete anyway, so that is actually better. You both catch your breath before looking at each other. You are both taking big breaths. This made you both chuckle.
"Ok, so what is it? An advice?" You ask.
"I have much better." He says so excited. He takes his suitcase and opens it. You see a lot of colourful vials that seem to have something special inside each of them. You watch as he starts to mix the content of a few vials before he pushes on a few buttons. His suitcase starts to make a lot of weird noises. You are wondering if this is a good idea. What if he is trying to poison you? Maybe you should escape while he wasn't looking. You still have to go after all, and you don't want to die.
But before you could think about getting away anymore, Willy stands up with a big smile. You think it can reach the stars.
"I present to you the Never Sad Chocolate. I'll find a better name later. A chocolate with a drop of a double rainbow, a point of glitter because glitters make you happy. And just a heart full of Belgian milk chocolate because chocolate alone makes you happy." He says with such excitement while putting the famous chocolate in your hand. "I promise you that you'll couldn't even think of being sad after eating this."
You eye him suspiciously, but his eyes are so full of light that you decide to eat it. You pop the chocolate in your mouth, and it is ultra delicious. You can feel happiness flow inside your veins and full filling your heart. And before you know it, the corners of your lips start to go up. You are smiling so much that it hurts. It's like all your stress washed away.
"Oh my god, that's so good. I feel so good." You say with excitement too. "Thank you so much, Mr Wonka."
"Please, call me Willy. And it was nothing, really. I'm happy you appreciate it."
"Well, I still have to hurry, so I should go now. But thank you so much, I feel so happy!!!!" You beam causing Willy to chuckle. You start to walk in the direction of the theatre.
"Come tell me how it happened!" Willy calls to you.
"Promise!" You scream back.
With your new confidence, you walk with determination to your audition. You are going to break it. When you arrive, you tell your name to the woman at the front desk and then wait for your turn. You aren't feeling anywhere near nervous at the moment. You are just patiently waiting, rehearsing in your head how you are going to act and all.
"Y/n Y/l/n" a woman calls out your name. You stand up and walk to the centre of the stage before looking at the three judges before you. "We are ready to see what you have to show us." The woman says. "Good luck."
You thank her before going to your position. You start to act one of the happy scenes in Romeo and Juliet. You are doing really well. The judges are impressed with the way you act and the way you adapted the role to suit yourself. They think that you are a one of kind artist who could mesmerised the audience. They are all falling for your charms. When you finish the scene, you are proud of yourself. Proud for doing it. You hope your grandpa would be proud of you. You turn to hear what the judges have to say.
"That was the best audition I ever saw in my entire life, Miss Y/l/n. Your smile is so contagious that we couldn't stop smiling." A judge says. You are so happy right now.
"Thank you so much." You answer.
"We would like to see you act a sad scene because this role doesn't only represent the happy side of the story. Whichever you would like. We really want to see the tears and the desperation on your face. Got it?" Another judge says.
"Okay no problem."
You go back in position. You started to think about sad things. Normally, it helps a lot when you want to make tears, but right now, it's like you can't even think of one bad thing in your life. You push this aside. It's okay, you tell yourself. You start to act, trying to put as much sadness in your voice. You try to transfer your desperation to the judges, but all that is escaping your mouth is a joyful voice. The lines are sad, but the way you act, it's like you couldn't even care. You try again and again, and again, before taking your hands, putting them on your cheeks to try to stop smiling. You can't. You just can't. Every time you push your cheeks down, they go up immediately. You can't stop smiling.
The judges are starting to eye you like you are a weirdo. One of them starts to cough a little to stop the awkwardness of the situation.
"I think we are going to stop here, miss Y/l/n." One of the judges says. "I'm sorry, but if you are not capable of acting on a sad scene, then we can not give you the role."
"I agree with him. Your happiness was really beautiful to watch, but this one scene. That was a disaster." The second one says.
"Yeah, try to work on this part, but right now, we can't accept this." The third one finishes.
You are still smiling. Of course you are. You say a small thank you before you grab your bag and run out. As you are walking to the Gallerie Gourmet, you feel your cheeks going down. The tears finally start to fall. Why now?! You don't know what happened. You know how to act sadness, you've done it a lot of times in your room. What you don't know is why you just couldn't stop smiling. Of course, they wouldn't give you the part with the way you acted like you were living in the ocean with a beautiful mermaid tail. It was like you were having a glittery rainbow spilling out of you.
A rainbow... with glitters... a felling of cosiness only brought by chocolate...
I promise you that you can't even think of being sad after eating this.
Willy the freaking chocolatier Wonka.
When the realisation hit you, you arrive inside the Galeries Gourmet. You can see a crowd from where you are and you know exactly who is at the centre of it. You walk angrily to the curly boy before you tap on his shoulder, causing him to turn around.
"Y/n!!! How did it go?" Willy asks with excitement. He knows it was something important to you. But his smile drops when he looks into your eyes. Don't get him wrong, when he met you earlier, he was mesmerised by the beauty of them. But right now, when he looks into these two perfect diamonds, all he can see are puffy red eyes full of tears.
"Not so well if you want to know." You answer him angrily.
"Oh. Why is that? My chocolate didn't work?" He stretches his neck. He is a little uncomfortable with the way you are talking to him. It is like it is his fault that something went wrong.
"This. Is. Your. Fault!" You stab him in his chest with your finger.
"What?! How?!" He exclaims. He doesn't want to be the reason for your pretty face to be angry. Wait, what?
"This is all because of your stupid chocolate! I couldn't even act like I was sad!"
"Oh, so it did work. I was afraid for a moment that I had to review the recipe of this one. So that's great, actually? I told you you couldn't be sad because of it." He says with a smile. You calm down immediately. He is so innocent you don't even know why you are trying to yell at him.
"Yeah, well, think for a moment. If I can't act sadness, how can I get a role where you have to be sad from time to time?" You take your bag before leaving in the direction of your house.
When he sees you leave, that's when it hits him. Willy didn't understand at first how the fact that his chocolate worked was the problem. But now he does. He feels so bad for ruining your audition. It must have been something really important to you from the way you are crying. When people begin to ask him for help to buy his chocolates, he is brought back but not really either. He is not this joyful man anymore. He is just a ghost. He can't stop thinking about you. Not that it changes really because when you left for your audition, you were all his mind could think of. He couldn't even think of chocolate, and THAT is new. He doesn't know how he is feeling with you, but he does know that he wants to see a smile on your face. He wants to be the one to put a smile on your face, not be the reason why you are so sad.
He decides from that moment that he is going to be the one who fixes everything. He first goes to the theater, then he goes in the direction he sees you leave. Yes, he left his travel shop like that, but not before he heard Noodle yelling at him to come back so she must know that he left and that she has to take care of it. He wants to run so that he has a better chance to catch you, but he stops at the fountain when he sees a curdle up figure. It is you. You are probably crying. He approaches quietly before sitting down next to you.
"What do you want?" You sob, breaking his heart.
"I want to say how sorry I am. I understand now how it is my fault that your audition didn't go well." You don't look up at him. "What's in your hand?" He asks when he sees you fidgeting with something.
"It's.. it's something from my grandpa." You hand it to him. He takes it.
"A ticket?"
"Yeah. Romeo and Juliet. It's the first play I ever saw. My grandpa took me with him, and I instantly fell in love with the theatre world. I passed the audition today for the same play to make my grandpa proud." You sob again. You take the ticket back from his hands. "I guess he will not be proud of me after what happened."
"That's nonsense. I'm sure he will be proud of you at the end of the day."
"He will not. Don't you understand? This audition was my chance to do what I love for a living. It was my only opportunity to show people the beauty of theatre while doing the thing I love the most. It was my dream. My whole life is over now."
"My mom used to say that a dream is the start of great ideas. You can achieve anything if it starts with a dream." He says sweetly, a tiny smile on his face. He missed her so much.
"That's beautiful. She is very wise."
"Yeah, she was."
"I'm sorry. My grandpa used to say that he would watch me from the start when I broke the dramatic world." You chuckles sadly. This brought Willy back from the nostalgic place in his head. He smiles and stands up abruptly. You look up at him curiously.
"And you are going to break it today." He gives you his hand. "Come with me, I have a surprise for you."
"What do you mean?"
"Just trust me, please." You give him a look. "I know, the last time you trusted me, I ruined everything. But this time I promise you are going to love it." You ponder for a moment before you take his hand.
You both start to walk in the opposite way from your house, returning back to the Galeries Gourmet and the theatre. You feel your cheeks burning when you remember that his hand is still in yours. But you don't say anything in fear that he will take it back. Not so long after you arrive at the theatre and before going inside, Willy moves so that he is in front of you. From that moment, you can observe his green eyes. They are really pretty.
"What are we doing here?" You ask.
"I may or may not have convinced the judges to give you another chance." He answers with a giddy smile.
"You are kidding, right?" You begin to smile too. "They let you do that?"
"No. At first, no." He zones out a little. Like he was thinking how he was crushed when they said no to his request. "They didn't believe me. But, I gave them each the same chocolate that I gave you, and when they saw the effects from it, they decided that you deserved another chance."
"Oh my god. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You say with excitement and hug him. You can't stop smiling, and you are glad it's not from his chocolate this time.
"As much as I like this, we really need to go inside. I told them we would be back in five, and it's already been like twenty minutes." He really doesn't want to let you go. Having you in his arms brings him a new feeling that he already felt like it is intoxicating. But if he doesn't let you go right now, you will still be sad. He doesn't want that.
"Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" You scream with joy before you take his hand and go inside.
When you are inside, you fast walk until you are in front of the judges again. You both excuse yourselves for the wait. You give your bag to Willy before going on the stage while he goes sit on a red velvet seat behind the judges.
"So miss Y/l/n, here we go again." One of the judges starts to say with a smile. "We were all really impressed with your acting earlier. The happiness part, obviously."
"What he means is that we are very eager to watch you again." A second judge says. "Since Mr Wonka explained to us what happened, we want to see more of you."
"Thank you for this new chance. I appreciate it greatly." You say before you go into your world.
You prepare yourself, but the stress starts to eat you again. You open your eyes to see Willy giving you thumbs-up. You smile be he can see that you ate still nervous so he points to the ceiling. You are confused, but look anyway. What you see is a fake sky full of starts. The stars. Your grandpa. You look back at Willy with tears in your eyes. You aren't filling sadness but with happiness. Your grandpa is with you right now, taking all your stress with him.
And so you start to act the sad scene. You are fully crying but not to the point where nobody can hear what you are saying. To Willy's eyes, you are perfect. He is so enhanced with the way you move, the way you act, the way your lips move. If someone were to punch him in the face right now, he wouldn't even do something about it. He wouldn't move his eyes from your figure. He doesn't even know when it stops until he hears the judges applause. He immediately stands up and claps hard his hands, too. It's so hard that one of the judges coughs a little to make him stop. He excuses himself in embarrassment, but when he sees you chuckle, his smile doesn't go down. But right now he wants to hear the resulst. He feels like he can't contain his nervousness. He really wants you to get the part.
"I can say Miss Y/l/n that this is one of the best acting I ever saw. We really could feel the desperation and all the emotions."
"I think we can all agree that you are very talented and we can't pass that. We can't take the risk of having such talent getting away from the scenes."
"Miss Y/l/n, we have the pleasure to tell you that you got the part."
You are exploiting with joy. You start to cry happy tears again. You try to thank the judges, but nobody can understand what you are saying. And clearly, nobody cares. They all have an idea of how you must feel right now. You freaking got the main part in a Romeo and Juliet play!
You get off the stage to shake hands with the judges, thanking them again before you go to Willy. You both walk to the door, and right when you are outside, Willy takes you in his arms, spinning you around.
He can't contain his happiness and you neither. He finally puts you down but doesn't let you go out of his arms.
"I'm so proud of you! You were so perfect. You are so talented." He says with a big smile.
"Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."
"You do know I'm the one that ruined it, right?" He says, and you both chuckles.
"Maybe at first. But you got out of your way to give me another chance. Nobody would have done that for me." You say, and he blushes slightly.
"When you'll become famous, I hope you'll remember me."
"I don't think I'll ever forget you." His heart stops for a moment.
"You'll come perform at my shop?" He looks into your sparkly eyes.
"Of course, it will be my favourite stage to perform on with the best public."
"I don't think I want to let you go."
"Then don't."
You take him back into your arms, not wanting to let go of him either. You want him to be in your life forever.
And that's when Willy knows that you are not getting away anytime soon. And he can't wait to pass all this time with you. He couldn't be happier. He wants you to be in his life forever.
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And that's it guys. Hope you enjoyed. I love the movie so much it is now one of my happy place I think.
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mr. kamo
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art credit: @/adrienwithane on instagram
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pairings: choso kamo x female oc (kaori everest)
tropes: kindergarten teacher! choso x college student! teacher assistant/aide! oc
warnings: all lowercase, 18+ only, age-gap (choso: 28-30ish, oc: 19), lying/ulterior motives, underage drinking, mentions of weed (once), virgin! choso, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby), unprotected s3x, failed pull out attempt = creampie (don’t be silly & cover your willy)
word count/plot: [9.2k] kaori meets her little sister’s kindergarten teacher by chance & can’t forget him. he might not know her yet but she's not afraid to do anything to get what she wants.
a/n: honestly this story is kinda random but i was thinking about choso & this fanart that i saw of him a while ago as a kindergarten teacher. i didn't see him as a kindergarten teacher then but now i kinda think it's a cute concept. i was originally gonna make the oc a cafe worker but the idea for this slightly chaotic oc came in my head hella last min. anyway, i hopeee u enjoy-especially if ur one of the peeps who voted for this on my poll :) happy holidays!!!
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“mom! come onn, you can pick her up on your way back.”
she hastily put on her jacket, “stop it, kaori. your dad and i aren’t sure if we’ll make it back on time so i need you. i know you can do it.”
“mommmm, do you seriously have to go to yoga today? aren’t classes twice a week?”
“yes, but todays bring your husband to yoga day so you know i have to. i made your dad leave work early for this.”
suddenly a car honked.
“alright, i’ll see you okay? make sure you get shiloh okay?”
she sighed, “alright, alright.”
she'd wanted to enjoy the fact that her last class of the day and evening work-shift got cancelled but it seemed she had to get out of the house anyway.
great.
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kaori parked her car alongside the million other cars at the sidewalk. she was 7 minutes late. it wasn’t terrible but she’d meant to come earlier—if only she hadn’t gotten distracted talking to her friend on the phone.
she stepped out of the car, hastily closing the door behind her. she checked the time on her phone once more before slipping it into her trench coat pocket. she quickly jogged towards the kindergarteners entrance.
she only remembered where it was because she'd went to this school when she was a child. and now it was her little sister’s turn.
she glanced around to see other parents waiting as well, some conversing with a few teachers and—
“ri! ri!” a familiar voice yelled.
kaori immediately spun around to see shiloh pointing at her. her familiar pastel purple puffer coat standing out.
she walked over, noticing the tall white-or grey, was it?-man standing beside her. he had the most interesting tattoo on face, right along his t-zone were stark black lines. and the skin surrounding his eyes was a deep purplish shade as if he lacked sleep. and his hair? his hairstyle was the most.. outlandishly cute hairstyle she’d ever seen.
it was two spiky, space-bun like ponytails at the crown of his head. he wore a fitted long-sleeve purple sweater, layered with a white collared dress-shirt underneath. the sleeves of his shirts rolled up to his elbow, revealing firm forearms. he had on dark grey slacks and matching black dr. martens?? specifically the 1461 platforms? she swore she had the same pair at home.
to say she was speechless was an understatement.
shiloh tugged on his finger, “riri here.”
she let go of his finger then and waddled up-to her. just as shiloh reached out to clutch her finger, he was there. his large hand cupping shiloh’s tiny shoulder.
kaori blinked, she hadn’t even seen him move.
he then bent down, adjusting one of the loose straps on shiloh’s backpack before looking up at her.
“i’m sorry, are you here to pick someone up?”
“yes,” she gestured towards shiloh, “i’m here to pick up shiloh actually. i’m her older sister.”
“ah,” he stood up, revealing his full height before her. he had to be about 6 ft tall-maybe 5’11 but it didn’t matter. she had to look up at him to maintain eye contact and something about it made her jittery inside.
“do you mind showing me your ID?”
right. It was probably protocol for newcomers that came for pick up-and her mother had reminded her exactly of such but-just as she reached for her wallet and examined its inside, her ID wasn’t there. fuck.
wait. she quickly checked the back of her phone case. yes! her fake ID was in there.
she was nineteen but her fake id looked exactly like her real one, minus for her birth year-of course-which revealed her to be ‘twenty three’. she hadn’t used it much but she’d gotten one anyway. last year-well, freshman year her friends were convinced they needed one so they got her on the bandwagon.
she handed him her fake id with a light smile. he took it, examining it for a short moment before handing it back to her.
he removed his hand from shiloh’s shoulder, “nice to meet you, ms. everest.” his voice was flat but not entirely impolite.
she offered him her hand, “kaori,” she corrected, “you can call me kaori. what’s your name?”
he shook her hand steadily, as if it were a practiced motion, “cho-“
shiloh suddenly bounced up and down, “mr. kamo! mr. kamo!”
kaori suddenly blanked with recognition. this was mr.kamo? mr.kamo was the teacher shi would not shut up about-which was rare because shiloh was actually a reserved kid. well, as reserved as a five year old could be but even mom had been praising him for making shiloh come out of her shell.
he glanced down at her, the corner of his lip lifting handsomely. this had to be the first emotion she’d seen on his face.
he lightly patted her head, his tone completely changing, “yes, mr. kamo. this is your sister?”
she beamed up at him. what the hell? she never smiles at me like that? “yes. riri is big shister.”
his smile widened ever so slightly, “alright, have fun at home, okay? don’t give big sister too much trouble.”
kaori couldn’t help but smile at that, “i hope she hasn’t been giving you trouble in class?”
even if shiloh was the reserved type she always like to be on the move. she sometimes had a hard time sitting still and got bored rather easily. adhd diagnosis incoming..
he shook his head, “no, no. she’s been good. she almost took another kid’s juice box today but it was because her water bottle was empty.”
he glanced down at her, “-but we talked about using our words right? we use words before hands.”
shiloh blinked up at him, holding onto the straps of her backpack tightly, “words ‘for hands.”
“and do we steal?”
shiloh turned red at that, “no, no stealing.”
he then raised his hand for her to high-five, “good girl.”
shiloh immediately hopped up to high-five him and he moved his hand at the last second.
“kamo kamo!” shiloh whined before hugging his leg as he chuckled. “mr.kamo! high-five.”
“okay, okay,” he bent over slightly, raising his hand out to her once more.
shiloh high-fived him with a cheeky smile.
he lightly ruffled her hair, “you gotta go home now, okay?“
shiloh scrunched her nose before letting his leg go, “okayy.”
she walked over and wrapped her tiny fist around kaori’s index finger. kaori was merely stunned at how well shi listened.
he nodded at kaori, “i’ll see you tomorrow. i mean-well-“
“yes,” she smiled cordially, “you’ll see me tomorrow.”
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Her mom had just picked out the hanger with her coat from the closet when she suddenly heard kaori’s voice.
“wait! mom,” she hastily bounded down the steps, “are you picking up shi?”
“yes, where are you going?”
kaori had on a jacket and her hair styled in a way that emphasized her wispy wolfcut perfectly.
(a/n: if anyone is curious i was picturing her haircut as this bc i think its sooo cute, anyway pls continue)
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“it’s alright i’ll pick up shi today.”
her mom blinked, “you will?”
“yep.” she plucked off her keys from the key hanger before heading out the door.
her mom stared after her wake-in shock. she slowly put her coat back into the closet, “okay then.”
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she was early, early enough that the teachers weren’t outside yet so she waited in the car, tapping the steering wheel with her almond shaped french tips.
she zoned out to the song playing until she heard children noises-in abundance. she glanced outside the window just as he stepped out the building, the rest of the little kids in his class in tow. it didn’t matter that several other teachers and kids had also just stepped outside. all that mattered was that he was here. and, of course, shi.
she waited until only a few kids were left to step out the car. it seemed a lot of parents liked to stop and talk to him while picking up their child. with his face, she couldn’t blame them.
she took her time walking over, letting him notice her before she approached. which is exactly what he did, he quickly ushered shi forward.
she took off her sunglasses, slipping them into her prada shoulder bag before offering him a smile.
“nice to see you again, mr. kamo.”
he blinked as if stunned. shiloh watched the two of them with a frown. shiloh had been grilled by her sister yesterday, she’d wanted to know everything about mr. kamo. she’d asked her question after question, some questions the poor 5 yr old didn’t even know the meaning of herself.
he subtly shook his head before returning her smile with a faint one of his own. “you as well, kaori.”
her smile widened before she bent down to meet shiloh eye-to-eye. shi pouted, still holding onto mr. kamo’s index finger.
“did you have a good day at school today?” kaori asked, while lightly pinching her cheek.
“yes.” she mumbled.
he glanced down to look at shi’s moody expression. his dark brows furrowed in concern until kaori snapped her fingers.
“mr. kamo, i know this is kind of a random question but what did you major in in college?”
“i majored in elementary education.”
“wow, they had that program at your school?”
he nodded.
“what school did you go to?”
“boston university.”
“boston?” she laughed slightly, “that’s so far out. what made you come here?”
he seemed somewhat taken aback by the question. she wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t considered it himself or because no one else had asked, “i.. i like this town.”
“you don’t think it’s boring?” she pried, “-at all?”
“no,” he answered, rather composed, “i like boring. its peaceful here.”
she supposed that was true. there was barely any crime here, most of the ‘crime’ was just college students doing something chaotic during rush season or partying too hard. this town was as nice upper middle class america could get.
and unfrickingfortunately she wasn’t able to get out. she was a commuter so her college campus was merely a fifteen minute drive away. and because she was commuter she had the unfortunate experience of seeing many familiar high school faces.
she’d chosen to commute to save money because her parents deal was that if she moved out they’d help with electricity, wifi and other bills but she had to pay to her own rent. she supposed it was their not so subtle way of trying to help her get on her own feet since she was kind of a crazy spender.
she hadn’t been able to save any of the money she made during high school due to her bad spending habits but she decided she’d lock down this year. she’d save as much as she could so that she could have the chance to transfer somewhere else and move out.
she ran a hand through her hair, lost in thought. she supposed not everybody wanted to get out.
“kaori?”
she was immediately drawn back to reality, her eyes flickering up to his.
my god, are his eyes dark purple? it had to be the sunlight playing tricks on her.
she shook her head, “sorry, i just-zoned out.” she muttered.
“you’re good.” something about the baritone of his voice felt reassuring-despite his tone being oddly detached, “is there a reason why you asked about my educational background?”
ever so professional. she nearly smiled to herself but held it in. she was glad he asked because—
“yes, actually, there is,” she tilted her head, “i actually go to [insert nearby university name] and i’m double majoring in math,” truth. “and education,” lie. “but i feel like im leaning more towards education.” another lie. “but i actually have no experience working with any particular age group so i was wondering if i could..” suddenly she felt a bit nervous but quickly cleared her throat, “y’know, shadow you?”
he blinked-repeating, “shadow me.”
“yes,” she smiled slightly, “shadow you. i’m open to helping out with the class as well but if you prefer that i just watch that works too-but yes, i’d like to shadow you.”
his brows furrowed slightly, as if unsure.
she quickly added, “sorry, i know im springing this on you but i’ve heard that your a great teacher-“ she watched his gaze lower to shi and she beamed up at him, making him smile in return.
she cheered internally as she continued, “-and this would really help me sort out my future career plans. i’ll probably jus shadow you until the end of this semester, which is in a month so i won’t be bugging you too long—“
he quickly shook his head, “it’s not that. i’m just not entirely sure on the protocol for this so.. i’ll have to get back to you.”
he paused, “are you going to be here tomorrow?”
“yes.”
“alright, i’ll update you then.”
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and that was how she landed in a classroom of eighteen 5-6 year olds as a young adult who hates kids.
wonderful.
he clearly didn’t hate kids though. in fact, he was wonderful with them. he somehow knew exactly what to say to stop a kid from throwing paint on his friend. he knew exactly how to get a kid to stop crying after getting a ‘boo boo’ and he had little to no problem repeating himself several times to get the simple directions of the activities through the little kids heads.
his level of patience was truly commendable. it was also commendable how attractive he managed to look while dealing with the little menaces. she was truly shocked.
she straightened in her seat when he cloaked the last kid in a blanket. it was ‘rest time’ which basically meant all the kids got to lay out on soft nap mats for about forty five minutes. apparently it was either this or recess after lunch, depending on the weather.
he approached her, looking tired—as usual, “you can take a break if you want, i know its been a hectic day.”
“hectic for me?” she smiled at him, “i was just watching.”
he half heartedly smiled back. he’d decided that for her first day she should just observe, so that she could at least get a gist of what went on in the day.
“can i get you a coffee?”
he sat at his desk now and merely retrieved a thermos from his messenger bag at her question.
“i have some.”
“do you know where the bathroom is?”
“o-of course,” he shot up from his desk, “i’ll show you.”
she followed him out of the classroom, watching as he quickly notified the hall monitor to keep an eye on his class before leading her to the staff break room.
he showed her where the extra utensils, plates and mini fridge were-as well as some extra snacks-before showing her the bathroom last.
he seemed embarrassed about this when-in reality-she hadn’t even needed to go. she just wanted to get him alone.
he shook his head, speaking in his typical monotonous fashion, “i’m sorry, you probably needed to go right away-“
“you’re fine,” she gently placed her hand on his elbow, “honestly, you’ve been so helpful with everything. i’m glad i even got this opportunity in the first place.”
she watched his partially open mouth close as his dark purple eyes dropped to her hand. before he could speak, someone else entered the room.
she quickly dropped her hand.
it was another teacher, mr. benson. she’d seen him send off other students during pick up time.
he immediately whistled at the sight of her, “yoo choso, who is this?”
she smiled tightly, hating when other people talked around her like that.
“this is k-“ he glanced at her before continuing, “ms. everest. she’s shadowing my class.”
“oh wow! nice to meet you, ms. everest. i’m dan benson.”
he noticed that she didn’t offer him her hand to shake, but she did offer him a genial smile.
“right back at you, mr. benson.”
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dan came to his classroom a lot after that. well, as much as he could anyway—which was hard since elementary school children usually demanded their teachers attention 24/7.
so it was usually around lunch time when he came to bug them. which usually consisted of him talking at choso while he ate and then roping kaori into unwanted conversation.
well, to be fair, it wasn’t like the conversation was boring but kaori was the worst when it came to people that she had a bad first impression of. it took her a lot to like them even if they tried.
but generally-all things aside-dan was a nuisance. it only took her a few days to figure out he’d be useless for her plans since he didn’t actually know much—about choso anyway.
just as the last kid grabbed their lunch bag and followed the hall monitor out the classroom to the cafeteria, kaori stood up from her desk. her desk was adjacent to choso’s and just about half the size of his.
he watched her stand.
“um-is it okay if i close the door?”
usually he left it open, allowing anyone who walked by to glance inside or wander in if they wanted—and boy did dan take advantage of that.
he held her gaze for a moment, “sure.”
she walked across the room, purposefully walking with a certain gait since she knew she was being watched. she closed the door only to jump when she heard his voice directly behind her.
“dan’s not coming, if that’s what your worried about.”
her eyes widened as she turned around. he was merely a foot away from her, his empty water bottle in hand. she hadn’t even heard him walk..
she finally found her words, “really?”
he nodded, “i asked him to come less frequently.”
she was a bit hesitant to ask but asked anyway, “why?”
“he talks too much.”
they stared at each other for a long moment before she started laughing. the corner of his mouth twitched.
she placed her hand over her chest, “i didn’t want to say it but yes he really does.”
he smiled subtly, “he usually comes by once a week but everyday.. is too much.”
she opened the door for him, knowing his ritual of going to the staff room to re-fill his water bottle.
she tilted her head, “i’m glad we agree.”
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if it was silence he wanted during lunch breaks, it certainly wasn’t what he got. they talked, a lot.
he knew she was a college student, with both in-person and online classes. that she was a commuter. that her friends were mostly her high school friends and she hated that fact. he knew she struggled to make new friends and he told her not to worry because he was the same.
she knew he had an apartment. that he had a younger brother in high school, whom he wanted to go to her college since it was nearby. he didn’t have any pets-because he was afraid of the responsibility (ha!). he liked to play the piano. and he really really valued his alone time.
he was truly comfortable in his introvertedness, and something about that made her appreciate him more.
he was truly content with his life. she could tell by the way he spoke about his job and family—well, just his brother but he was truly fond of him. and he didn’t take the responsibility of being an older brother lightly-it almost made her feel like she wasn’t doing enough for shi.
it was truly no wonder he was so good with kids.
watching the way he was with kids made her start to warm up to them as well. she began to look forward to her shadowing days more than she thought and she could only hope he did too.
ugh, the truth was she wanted him bad. the more she talked to him, the worse her crush got.
it got so bad that she started to wear tighter things during her shadowing gig. not that she already hadn’t been—but it was definitely more skimpier than before. like a dress-shirt that was a little too short-revealing a sliver of her navel-or a long sleeve thin enough to show the color of her lacey bra. or a fitted v-neck sweater that ran a little too low at the chest.
god she was a mess. but she couldn’t help but mess with him.
one time she knew he was walking near her and she dropped a toy block on purpose, bending over right as he passed.
she only saw a glimpse of him-through her peripheral vision-but he immediately stopped. from the quarter of his face she saw he was beet-red by the time she straightened, giving him enough room to pass.
ugh, but it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t nearly enough. she wanted him and she wanted him to want her just as much. the semester was almost over and she didn’t know what to do.
pathetically enough, she landed in shiloh’s room. she watched her younger sister play with toy cars in front of a multi-level barbie palace on the floor.
she lay beside her, resting her face on her propped hands, “shi, what do i do?” she sighed.
shi made her cars stop, “do whot?”
kaori eyed her, “i don’t like mr.kamo.”
shi’s doll-like eyes widened and kaori already knew she was in trouble.
“liar.”
“huhhh?” that was the last response kaori ever expected, “did you just call your big sis a liar??”
she shrugged, resuming her task of making two toy cars smash into each other, “you like kamo, i like kamo.”
she stared at shi in stunned silence. in truth, shi and her had gotten closer ever since she began to shadow his class. in fact, shi went to her first sometimes when she needed help, which was a feat considering how much she liked ‘mr.kamo’. even at home she noticed shi wanted to spend more time with her. she supposed that was another thing to credit mr.kamo for.
god, why do i keep thinking of him?!
kaori sighed, placing her head down on the floor. “i need help.” she mumbled to herself.
here she was thinking about a kindergarten teacher while she had untouched college homework and upcoming finals to worry about.
she felt a toy car glide through her hair, “mista kamo help you, kamo help me when i sad.”
“thanks shi.” -_-
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kaori was cleaning up the toys left on the carpet while the kids were at recess. it was nice to have some peace and quiet-or what would’ve been if mr. benson hadn’t decided to pop by.
in truth, she didn’t mind him as much now-since he came by less frequently-but whenever he did come he usually had interesting staff drama to share. she loved to eavesdrop on those convos even though choso seemed like he could care less.
to be honest he rarely looked like he cared about anything—or even, alive at that. except for when he was with the kids and during their little conversations (maybe she was just delusional).
she couldn’t help but believe it though. especially when she swore he was starting to smile more. she noticed he always smiled at her whenever she dealt with an issue amongst the kids—she hadn’t realized it’d become second nature for her to look to him to see if she’d done something right.
he was never a second late to offer her silent reassurance whether it be a nod or now, a smile. god, i am such a simp.
“bars?” his monotonous voice pierced through her thoughts, “you know i don’t go to bars.”
“oh, c’monn. its my birthday and i haven’t gotten shit-faced in a while. besides you haven’t met my new girlfriend, nai, yet. i really want you to meet her.”
she instinctively turned around, watching choso’s wide back-which faced her-as he seemed to be shuffling things around in his messenger bag. appearing to look for something.
“bars really aren’t my thing, benson.” he sounded distracted.
she placed the last of the displaced toys in the bin before standing up. dan immediately spotted her.
“kaori! you should come too. are you free this friday?”
choso immediately went still at that, glancing over his shoulder to find kaori right next to him. in her hand was the pen he’d been looking for.
he took it expressionlessly, though he couldn’t describe the turmoil he was feeling inside. it was a nonsensical thing really, but he had a habit of only bringing one pen with him wherever he went. he liked to use it until its last drop of ink before picking up another one.
and she’d found the exact pen he’d been using. he hadn’t even stated that he was looking for it and she’d known.
it wasn’t any of the pens from the cup-holder either, even though they all looked the same. it was the one with only a little bit of ink left, the exact amount he’d remembered seeing when he used it last.
he sure it was just a random compulsion of his, but to think she'd noticed...
“thank you.” he murmured.
she merely nodded before facing dan, “depends, what are you inviting me to?”
“my birthdays on friday and im inviting a few friends and colleagues out for dinner. we might hit a few bars after as well.”
dan suddenly paused, “wait, your over twenty one right?”
“yes.” lie.
“sweet,” he grinned, “then you should totally come.”
she leaned against choso’s desk, crossing her arms—completely unaware of choso’s eyes boring into her, “sure, i’ll come.”
“forreal? great! i’ll add you to the reservation.” dan whipped out his phone, appearing to do just that as he went on, “i’ll have choso forward you the details since he’s coming.”
“i am?” choso muttered.
“yes,” dan confirmed without a second’s hesitation. “you are, because you love and support me and cuz i’m your favorite co-worker.”
kaori pursed her lips to hold in her laugh.
choso rubbed his chin, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”
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it was friday, the day of the dinner and choso still hadn’t forwarded her the details. she wasn’t sure if that was his way of saying he didn’t want her to come.
she currently stood outside the school, beside him. waiting for the last few kids parents to show up before she could take shi and head on home herself.
she finally built the nerve to ask him, “mr. kamo?”
he glanced over at her, “yes?”
“do you mind sending me the details for tonight’s dinner?”
she stared ahead as he faced her. she could feel him examining her as she bent over to let one of kids know that their parent was here and waved them off.
she looked back at him once the kid made it safely to their parents arms.
“you still want to go?” he asked, somewhat monotonously.
“yeah,” she then added, “do you not want me to?”
“no, no,” he shook his head, as if just now realizing that that was how his words could perceived, “i just don’t want you to feel obligated to that’s all.”
she laughed lightly, “i don’t feel obligated, don’t worry. i would never feel forced to show up to a party.”
he sighed, “right.”
she smiled a bit, “a birthday dinner won’t kill you, i promise.”
“how are you certain.”
her smile widened at his attempt at humor, “i’m not, but i’ll be there? it’s your job shadow’s duty to follow you around and help out right?”
his eyes narrowed doubtfully, “sounds too good to be true.”
was he flirting? his voice rumbled too much to tell. goddammit, why’d his voice have to be so deep?
she laughed, internally refraining from responsing with all the things her flirt-wired brain wanted to say as she spoke, “i’ll see you tonight, mr. kamo.”
he nodded before glancing down at shi-who was holding onto his finger. he usually let kaori go home when all the kids but shi had left.
he offered shi the most handsome smile, “bye, lo-lo.”
shiloh let go of his finger to clutch his leg, “bye kamokamo.”
just as shiloh let go of him and held onto her finger. she felt a firm hand grasp her elbow.
“wait.”
kaori glanced back, her heart immediately racing.
“do you need a ride? for tonight?”
yes in more ways than one, mr. kamo.
she quickly shook her head. she was hoping he would ask but she wanted to keep him on his toes-for now, “that’s alright. thank you though.”
he let go of her, “ ‘course.”
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she stepped into the restaurant, feeling like an absolute bombshell. she knew there was no coming back from this but that was fine. she only had one more week left with him and it was all she could think about.
she wore a slip-style maroon mini dress that had the thinnest black straps known to man. there was a black net ruching at the bodice of the dress, emphasizing her bust just right. she’d used some heat on her hair as well, keeping her sparse bangs and layers swept in a way that made her look effortless yet feminine.
(a/n: in case anyone was curious here is the dress inspo)
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she pressed her lips together, making sure her lipstick was still intact as she followed the waiter. she walked with perfect ease in her heels as the waiter gestured towards their private table.
she briefly adjusted her shrug before letting her eyes sweep over everyone at the table.
dan’s eyes brightened, “kaori!”
she saw his head turn in her peripheral vision before she met his gaze. his hair was down—my god, his hair is down. it looked so good, his hair was just a little shorter than her own length.
he wore a fitted, dark gray dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and she couldn’t perceive much else because she felt him looking at her. she watched his dark purple eyes take her in. his eyes gliding down her face, her neck, her chest and everything below before finding her eyes once again. the light flush on his cheeks-under his face tattoo-was all she wanted.
she greeted everyone but him at first, before making her way to the empty seat beside him. she sat down, easily slipping off her shrug to hang it over the back of her chair before facing him.
his dark eyes were already on her and she smiled gently, “hi, mr. kamo.”
“ms. everest.” he greeted.
she leaned back in her seat, “i think it’s alright if you call me kaori here.”
“is it.”
she nodded before reaching over to take the champagne flute and take a sip. the restaurant was nice, it was inside a hotel and she had to pass a lot of floors in the elevator to get here.
but nothing was as nice as the man beside her. she didn’t know what cologne he was wearing but god it was making her wet. it didn’t help that his dress-shirt was slightly more unbuttoned at the collar than at work. she swore she could see a peek of his chiseled chest. and the swell of his triceps above his rolled up sleeves?? she'd already guessed the man was built from the subtle outline of his body she’d perceived but—this built?
she just wanted to rip his shirt off.
“kaori,” he said, with that typical deep riff to his tone. she already wanted to hear him say it again, “you can call me choso.”
finally. she smirked slightly, “choso.”
she tilted her head, “i’ve never seen you with your hair down.”
something at the corner of his lip flickered, “i’ve never seen you in a dress.”
that was true. and almost as if it were instinct she watched his eyes glance down to her legs. it was then she realized that her mini dress had hiked up now that she was sitting—an ample amount of her smooth legs free for him to see.
totally not a planned occurrence ;)
he immediately looked away, she didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened.
“do you like it?” she asked innocently.
he didn’t answer right away. he seemed to consider something before he spoke.
“it looks nice.”
of course he would say that. she wanted to smack him in the forehead, but no. this was how he was, and it ultimately made this a lot more fun than she intended for it to be.
she rested her head on her propped hand, “your hair down looks nice too.”
not that she ever minded his hair up in those two spiky ponytails. she’d already asked him why he styled it like that and his answer was simple—the kids loved it.
“thank you.” he muttered.
“when did you get here?”
“just five minutes before you.”
“not bad.”
“i’m surprised you're as early as you are.”
she grinned. she usually was the type to be chronically late to everything. she honestly didn’t know how she had a job, or this job shadowing gig.
“i wasn’t gonna ditch you, don’t worry.”
he squinted at her and she smiled.
“what did you gift him?” she asked.
“i paid for his gym membership for the rest of the year.”
her eyes widened, “what?”
he shrugged, “we both go to the same gym-sometimes together but rarely.”
the thought of him getting all sweaty in the gym… should not have made her feel the way it did. she had to see that in person one day. and maybe help him with cardio.
god, she needed to calm down. maybe taking a few hits from her dab pen wasn’t the best idea.
she lightly tapped her nails against her empty champagne flute, “are you gonna get anything to drink?”
“i did but it doesn’t taste that great.”
he pushed a multi-colored drink towards her. she hadn’t even noticed it was on the table but now that it was in front of her she couldn't help but find the drink rather aesthetic.
“you picked this?” she asked, humor interlaced in her tone. most guys she knew would call something that looked like this a girl drink.
“are you judging?”
“not at all.” she moved the straw between her lips, “what is this?”
“a zombie cocktail apparently.”
she laughed before taking a sip. the flavors that burst into her mouth were quite welcoming.
“mmm, this is good. what are you on about?” she lightheartedly asked before drinking more.
“it’s too sweet for me,” he stated airily, “maybe it’s because i’m hungry.”
hungry for what?
she closed her eyes, sipping the drink until it was done. she set the empty glass down, “i’m hungry too.”
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she was using a handkerchief to pat away any crumbs from her lips when dan whisper-yelled, “guys there’s actually a bar downstairs. let’s go, okay? let’s go.”
he was already drunk. he wasn’t able to sit still when the waiters came by to sing happy birthday, but she was able to get a funny video.
his girlfriend, nai, wiped a bit of marinara sauce from the corner of his lip.
“alright, alright, fool. they heard you. we’re all gonna go in a bit.”
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she was in the elevator, staring up at him. somehow they’d gotten placed like this.
the elevator was packed with their crew so she couldn’t fault him but-god, when he was this close all she could smell was his cologne. something about it was sexy, bitter and masculine, intriguing in a way she couldn’t describe.
they’d been talking all night and she didn’t want it to end. a pang went through her as she remembered they only had one more week together. one more week until her job shadowing with him would end.
“you okay?” his voice seemed to travel down her temple.
she tried not to take note of how he had to lean a bit lower to speak to her. she glanced up at him again, prying her eyes off his chest.
“yeah.” her voice sounded weak and breathy to her own ears.
she didn’t know how he managed to hear her amongst the ruckus going on in the elevator especially with dan’s loud, drunk-ass but he did.
“you don’t have to go to the bar if you don’t want to.”
a flirty retort rested on the tip of her tongue, but her nerves suddenly came fizzling through. it was hard to think when he stood so close, and looked down at her like that.
“i- i want to.”
she watched him search her face.
“okay.”
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the bartender handed her the drink.
“thanks.” she responded with a bright smile.
“i don’t think you should drink anymore than that.”
she glanced over to see choso seated on the stool beside her. he didn't know about her tolerance, and nor did he know that she was technically underage drinking butttt that was a problem for another time.
she tilted her head, “are you worried about me?”
she watched him run his teeth over his bottom lip, “depends. should i be?”
“does it look like i’m drunk?” she asked.
he observed her for a moment before answering, “not really but.. you’ve definitely drank enough to be.”
“what, can your wallet not handle it?” the drinks were really loosening her up.
he grinned-and something about it kicked off the most unruly butterflies in her gut.
she suddenly straightened in her seat, “honestly though, why won’t you let me pay for myself?”
she cradled the drink in her hands as she mumbled, “it’s not like we’re on a date.”
he easily removed the drink from her hands and set it back down on the bar. she knew he was afraid she would drop it.
she couldn’t help but notice how he sat facing her, his head resting on his propped arm. it was a small thing really but something about having all of his attention at once..
his low voice cut through the noise, “do i have to take you on a date to pay for you?”
she opened her mouth, ready to say whatever came to her tongue first until a man approached her.
she couldn’t hear what he said, all she noticed was the stark contrast of choso’s countenance now to when it was just them before. his jaw was clenched and the tilt of his lips betrayed a rather harsh annoyance.
she’d never seen him look this.. hostile.
she saw choso’s mouth move but couldn’t hear his response. all she knew was that his words were rather curt. no humor in them. no smile. no smile.
her fingertips touched his lips and his eyes flickered towards her.
all of the previous tension suddenly melted away from his features, “you didn’t want to talk to him right?” he asked lightly.
she shook her head.
“good.” he muttered against her fingers before he catching her wrist. he lowered her hand to her leg and lingered there a moment longer than he should’ve. his fingertips grazed her thigh, her skin was just so.. so soft.
he meant to quickly pull his hand away but suddenly she moved her hand was over his. keeping his palm flat against her smooth thigh.
“let’s go somewhere else.” she murmured quietly. he swore her eyes sparkled under the bar lights.
he was glad she said it because he wanted to leave too. he didn’t like all those leering eyes… on her.
it made him mad in a way that was different from the times he’d gotten mad before. he didn’t want to think too hard about it.
“let’s go.”
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“kaori-“ he glanced over to see her in the passenger seat, her back partially facing him.
“kaori.” he repeated. she still didn’t turn around.
he reached over then, gently moving her hair aside with his knuckles before noticing that she was passed out.
shit.
he knew he could just look up her address in his student directory due to shiloh but.. she lived with her parents. how would her parents react to seeing him there? he assumed she’d already told them she was his voluntary teacher aide at this point, right?
he frowned. he couldn’t be too sure with her. what if she hadn’t told her parents she was out at a birthday dinner—or that she was staying out late at all? did she drive here herself?
he drove around the parking lot, eyeing the cars. he didn’t spot her car.
he pulled over then, glancing at her beside him once more. she lay curled up on the seat now, her legs drawn against her chest, with her hand loosely over her purse and shrug. her sparkly eyeshadow glimmering in the dim car lights.
kaori kaori kaori
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she felt a something soft get thrown over her and immediately woke up. she quickly sat up, only to feel a firm hand grasp her shoulder.
“it’s me.”
he watched her anxious expression completely melt away the second she saw him. something inside him softened at the sight.
“did i.. fall asleep?”
he nodded, “yeah in my car.”
he reached for the glass of water on the coffee table and handed it to her. she gulped it down, taking long sips before setting it down and patting the couch space beside her.
he complied, outstretching his arms atop of the backrest as he plopped down. he was rather exhausted, his social battery was shot for the night.
she couldn’t help but take note of the few inches between them. she watched him lean his head back and close his eyes. he looked so relaxed. his adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he exhaled slowly.
her eyes dropped down to the few open buttons at his collar. had he opened more? she just wanted to open them all.
she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather herself before she opening them again to look around. his place was sparsely decorated but not entirely empty. it looked minimalistic, modern.
she was finally here.
“you have a nice place.” she complimented. truly, it suited him.
“thanks.” his voice rumbled before he raised his head and looked at her. “i- i can take you home if your ready.”
she shook her head, “i’m not ready..”
she kicked off the blanket off and stretched her legs atop his lap. “i think i need to rest more.”
his eyes immediately went to her legs, fuck, he wanted to touch them. he was supposed to move her off but..
he closed his eyes and moved her legs off of him, “kaori-“
“why do you do that?” suddenly she was straddling him, her pretty face right above his and her hands propped atop his shoulders. her groin merely inches above his.
his eyes were wide, “kaori-!”
“no.” she cupped his chin.
his eyes dropped down to see that her dress had hiked all the way up, above her hips. revealing the tiniest sexiest lace black panties he’d ever seen. he nearly groaned.
she yanked his chin up, “look at me.” she demanded.
“i am.”
his voice was so husky she nearly caved and kissed him but no- he needed to listen first. especially since his hands were digging into the couch’s backrest like his life depended on it. he was still holding back.
“why do you act like you don’t want me?” she demanded.
his dark purple eyes narrowed, “you already know everyone wants you.” he spat.
one of her hands fisted his collar as she leaned close. her face was directly above his now, her chest close to his chin.
“then why didn’t you act on it?”
“you’re my aide, for fucks sake. the sibling of one of my students. there’s too many—“ he flushed, barely able to get his words out, “-it's not app-“
she grabbed his collar tighter, her glare sharpening, “that didn’t stop you from thinking about me though, did it?”
his eyebrows skyrocketed.
"did you think i didn't see the way you look at me?"
"what way?"
"you check me out every morning."
his flush deepened as he gritted out, "do all your shirts have to be so tight?"
"if you had a problem you should've said so."
"you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"what are you gonna do about it?"
she felt his muscles contract underneath her hand at his shoulder but he quickly looked away, “kaori, stop.”
he didn't meet her eyes until she loosened her grip on his collar.
“i-i’m a virgin.”
“what?” she nearly shouted.
his face was nearly crimson now, but she didn’t care. she didn’t understand how that was possible but something about the vulnerability and embarrassment in his expression made her believe him.
"is that supposed to stop me.." she murmured while cupping his chin, "that didn't stop you, did it? you still thought of me when you touched yourself didn't you."
“kaori—“ his eyes were blown wide, his breath staggering.
she lowered her hips slightly, still not touching his groin.
her hand slid down to his chest, “i still think you know what to do..”
she was careful to only use her fingertips when she played with the zipper of his pants.
“i think you know exactly what you wanna do to me..” she whispered, tearing the last shred of self restraint he had.
she almost screamed when he ripped off her panties with one firm tug of his fist. he unzipped his pants so fast it was just a blur, any shred of control she thought she had over the situation was torn away the second he grabbed her hips and sank her down on his cock.
he stared at her open mouth as she dug her nails into his shoulders. he was so fucking big, she couldn’t think.
she glanced down to see that he’d only managed to fit half of himself inside. half? wtf—there’s more? she glanced at him to see he was panting. his hands on her hips slowly raising her before bringing her down again, making her bounce on his cock.
“you feel so fucking good, kaori.” his fingers digging into her soft hips as his cock twitched.
“so tight.” he breathed out haggardly, still dragging her up and down his cock.
she kept a hand on his shoulder as she placed the other over his on her hip. she tried to move her hips with him but her thighs kept trembling.
she pressed her forehead against his, a low whine coming from her as he picked up the pace.
“y-your so fucking big, you know that?” she whined, biting her lower lip to keep her moans together. his cockhead was bumping into her most sensitive spots and she was trying not to think about the rest of his cock fitting inside of her.
“you got me like this.” he grumbled, “s’your fault.”
suddenly he forced her hips lower and she shrieked, “choso-!”
his lips were on her—kissing her hard, as his cock pumped fast and deep inside her. he kept her hips still as he fucked her. using all the strength his legs to let out his frustration. he would’ve nutted in her the second he got inside if he hadn’t masterbated before the dinner.
and yet, he was already close.
she broke the kiss, clutching his shoulders as she moaned and whined prettily. her long fingernails digging into his skin, sparking little bouts of pain that only made him thrust faster.
“c-chose! p-please-nnnngh! t’much—ugghh!”
he couldn’t think. it was like something else had taken over inside him. all he wanted was her, her.
the tip of his cock twitched inside her.
her nails dug into the back of his head, “choso, unnghh-y-you have to pull out—hnnngh, fuck! so good-“
he pounded into her the fastest his hips could let him. his cock was drenched in her juices, her body felt so fucking hot—so perfectly wet. her pussy was coiling around him like it wanted him to cum.
so he did, he couldn’t think. merely spewing thick loads of cum straight into her warmth.
she gaped, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt all of it. so much cum fill up her narrow insides. she felt it leak down her inner thighs and shivered. shivered hard enough that he held her shoulders.
“kaori,” he panted. his face was flushed, strands hair dark hair pasted to his forehead. “kaori.”
he pressed his forehead into hers, “m’sorry,” he lightly moved her hair out of her face as she fell into him.
“i can't—couldn’t stop,” he panted before groaning slightly as he shifted his hips, his cock still inside her. her insides were coiling and un-coiling around him. “you feel.. too good.”
suddenly she was upright, kissing him desperately, like her life depended on it. she hugged him tight, slipping her arms around him as he gripped her hair, keeping her lips on his as his cock drilled into her once more.
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she was naked now, her hands flat against the table as his cock bullied into her.
she pressed her head down on the table, “f-fuck!”
his cock slammed in and out of her at lightspeed. she was sure he’d made all of himself fit inside her at this point. especially since she felt his balls slap her cunt with each rough fuck. he truly did fuck like he was pent up for a while.
she wasn’t sure if she could take it.
he groaned as she tightened around him. her juices squirting all over the place as he continued to bully her pussy.
she moaned so fucking loudly, she would’ve been embarrassed if she was watching herself.
he gripped her hips hard enough to hurt, she was sure there was going to be bruises later. his forehead pressed into the crown of her head, one his large hands cupping hers over the table.
“this is what you wanted right? hmm?”
he gritted out, his cock slamming into her at a punishing pace.
“y-yes! nnnnh-ohmy ohmy godnnchoso! choso!”
she came again, cumming so hard her legs shook and she no longer could lay still if he hadn’t been gripping her hips.
his voice was ragged, “good girl.”
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she was spread open, on full display for him on his bed. she stared up at him and his muscular body as his cock moved inside of her. the insides of her thighs sticky with his cum.
“choso,” she moaned, weakly shaking her arms which were held down by his own. his fingers interlaced with hers.
“m’close, baby, i’m close.” he murmured into her cheek.
her back arched as she felt it. she felt his cockhead twitch inside of her and she knew she was gonna get addicted. addicted to feeling so full of his hot sticky cum, addicted to feeling so stretched by his thick curved cock.
“nnnnggggggh,” she whined. she was gonna loose it.
the bed shook his cock pounded into her. he knew the neighbors were gonna give him shit for the noisy headboard later but fuck, the way her tits swung with each rough fuck. god, he never thought he would get to see them.
nor did he think he would get to mark up the pretty skin of her neck. or kiss her so hard that lips would swell. she looked like a goddess, just waiting to get undone.
her tear stained eyes stared up at him, “kiss me, choso.” she begged. the simple order making his chest bloom with wanton.
he kissed her, with a bruising intensity. so forceful that he couldn’t hear how loud the noises of them fucking were. only focused on the feeling of her. of how her pussy suctioned his cock like it was made for him, like it craved him.
he groaned, pressing her body deep into the sheets as he ground his cock into her. spewing load after load in her perfect little cunt.
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she awoke to his face in her neck and his firm arms wrapped around her chest. he was clutching her like she would escape.
she shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable only for him to squeeze one of her tits.
“stop moving.” he grumbled sleepily.
she froze before everything from last night flipped through her memory and she smiled girlishly.
she glanced over at him, at the head of dark hair buried in her neck and the broad back that followed it. she didn’t miss all the nail marks embedded in his skin.
now that he was finally shirtless she could see that his arms were truly a work of art. each muscle protruding against his pale skin and his veins—something about the way they traveled down his forearms made her swoon.
she bit her lower lip, “can i use the bathroom, mr. kamo?”
she felt him shift on the bed, groaning grumpily before mumbling, “you can’t shadow me after this.”
“that’s fine, we only had a week left anyway.”
he seemed to freeze at that, before raising his head from her shoulder, “you seem.. too okay with that.”
she turned over, resisting the urge to smile the second she saw his face. he was just so handsome— his dark hair was barely messy, merely framing his neck and face in a way that made him look like a hot biker. and the hickeys on his neck—myyy, she’d forgotten she’d done those.
she bit her lower lip to hide her grin once again, “well i got what i wanted out of it.”
he raised his brows, “what?”
she resisted the urge to laugh, “wellll there’s kind of a lot i should probably tell you.”
he leaned back more, as if wanting to clearly see her face as she said this. the crease in his brow deepened, “like?”
“you can’t get mad at me.”
“oh great." he shook his head as he joked sardonically, "as long as you don’t tell me you’re a minor i’m fine.”
“well..”
his face dropped.
“joking!” she giggled, “i’m joking. i’m actually nineteen.”
“what?!” he exclaimed, “i saw your ID. your twenty three.”
“that’s actually my fake ID.”
he ran a hand through his hair as he sat up straight, “christ, your closer to my little brothers age than mine.”
she followed him up, only to wince when her body suddenly ached all over. she decided to stay laying down, merely reaching her arm out to rest atop his leg.
“listen, i’m sorry. i should’ve told you but i just didn’t know how to bring it up-“
“that means you were drinking underage last night.” he was frowning.
she clutched his hand, “yes, i was. but who doesn’t?”
his frown turned into a glare.
she squeezed his hand, “choso, please! just hear me out. i know i shouldn’t have lied but i really like you.. i liked you the second i saw you and i wanted to get close to you but i didn’t know how.”
“you liked me the second you saw me?” he repeated doubtfully. “why didn’t you just tell me?”
“if i asked for your number the first day we met, would you have given it to me?” she asked while playing with his fingers.
he opened his mouth, eager to say 'yes' until it dawned on him. "..no."
"exactly. conflict of interest, right?"
his brows furrowed as he contemplated the situation. he chuckled dryly, "so that's why you asked to shadow me, hm? get some teachers-ed experience and talk to some eye-candy." he shook his head, "two birds, one stone."
“welllll,” she felt her face heat up, “i’m actually just a math major.”
“…and an education major. you double majored in both.”
“nope,” she pursed her lips, “just a math major.”
“WHAT?!”
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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 (ma goutte de rosée)
valentine's day masterlist
summary - willy wonka is known to create sweets and chocolate, using his talent, he makes you something special.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Willy had the most brilliant idea for Valentine’s Day. He spent months preparing a perfect gift for you. The Oompa Loompas helped him build, make and decorate a room dedicated to you, filled with your favourite treats and things. Right now, Willy was reviewing everything and ensuring everything was perfect. He giggled to himself as he checked over the lollipop tree that had different shapes and varieties of lollipops. 
He stood and walked out of the room and toward the lounge where you sit and read. “Dewdrop! I have a surprise for you. Can you please follow me?!” He awkwardly smiles, rocking back and forth on his heels as he holds his hand out for you to take. You look up and smile at him, softly placing your hand in his glove-covered one and slowly standing. Willy felt giddy as he led you out of the room toward the closed pink door. “Close your eyes!” Your eyes close, smiling as you hear your partner giggle in glee. Willy opened the door and gently led you into the large room, feeling nerves enter him as he waited for your reaction. “Okay, Dewdrop! Open your eyes!” 
You open your eyes and look around the room in awe, taking in the giant pink and red trees with different kinds of lollipops on their leaves, the light pink grass and the big gummy bears littered around the room, your very own chocolate water fountain. You wondered how Willy made it have a mix of white and milk chocolate without the two colliding. You couldn’t believe your eyes, taking in how beautiful everything looked and finally understanding why he had been cooped up for so long. “Willy…. This, this is amazing.” You look up at him with tears in your eyes, and your mouth drops open in amazement. “You did all this for me?” 
He nods, nervously smiling as he clasps his hands together. A squeak escapes him as you launch yourself at him and wrap your arms and legs around his body, holding onto him tight as you press kisses all over his face. “Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.” Your hands cup his cheeks as you look into his eyes before leaning forward and bringing him into a deep passionate kiss. Your eyes catch onto something behind him, and you slowly look over and smile. “Willy Wonka, you are one special person.” You unwrap your legs and jump down, pressing a kiss into his cheek and walk over to the lifesize version of him. Holding a purple box, you slowly open the lid and look inside, smiling as you pull out a pretty pearl necklace, turning to look at Willy, noticing that he’s moved closer. 
Willy stands there with a small smile, carefully taking the necklace from you and gesturing for you to turn around. You turn around and lift your hair as he puts it onto you. “I know it’s not much… But I thought of you when I saw it.” You turn back around and give him a soft glare, “Oh, do you not like it? I can take it back….”
“Willy, you did great. The necklace is beautiful, and the room is wonderful.” You place your hand on his cheek as you look up at him. “You’re so perfect, and I love you so much.” Willy looks down at you softly, pressing his forehead into yours.
“I love you so much, my little dewdrop.”
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Dear Chef
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Title:  Dear Chef  Synopsis: Willy Wonka receives an unexpected letter and, after asking you to read it, gets extremely excited about its contents.    Word Count: 1.5k  Warnings: None
You couldn’t find Willy. And that was unusual. You could always find Willy. He made his presence known wherever he went, one way or another.
He wasn’t in the wash house, pretending to work hard while his mind eloped to faraway places. He wasn’t in his room, pacing carelessly along the creaky floorboards, absentmindedly dodging the drip-catching buckets and mumbling to himself with one of his knuckles pressed to his mouthing lips. He wasn’t in Noodle’s room, talking the poor girl’s ear off about anything and everything his wicked mind settled upon. He wasn’t pacing the streets of the city, searching for vital ingredients or sharing his chocolate with the world; this you knew as the others were all still down in the wash house, playing cards for washing chores.
At a loss, you snuck back upstairs, heading to your own room to see if you could spot him sunning himself on the neighbour’s roof through your window, which he had been known to do on occasion – not that it ever made much difference to his milky complexion. However, you were stopped in your tracks as you turned into the open door.
Willy was there, standing by the window, a rakish splay of rich purple along the canvas of open blue sky, the soft curls of his hair shining in a chestnut glow beneath the streaming sun. The light breeze lifted the netting curtain as gently as breath, which stroked at the bareness of the arms sticking out of his rolled-up sleeves, but he was too entranced to notice. He didn’t even acknowledge you when you said his name.
Louder, you called for him, broaching the enclave of the room with lithe steps. At the echo of your voice, Willy turned his head to face you, an unreadable expression spread across the soft angles of his face, from his full doe eyes to his rolled-thin lips. There were bags under his eyes, heavy, foreboding, unforgiving, and it only added to the tension on his face. Immediately you stopped. “What’s wrong?”
His expression did not crack, but he swivelled his body to face you. “I got a letter, Y/N,” he said quietly, amazement tainting each inflexion of his whimsical voice. Emphasising his point, Willy threw up his hand, revealing the creamy envelope clutched in his nimble fingers. You caught his name on the front, above that of the city, but no other details besides. This letter must have travelled a long way.
“Oh, wow! Who’s it from?” you asked, enthusiastic but relieved. He’d seemed awful worried when you’d first walked in to find him there. To your surprise, his face did not lighten at your enthusiasm; if anything, it worsened, a crestfallen expression dawning on his countenance.
“I’m not too sure. I haven’t opened it.” He sounded as disconsolate as he looked, and you drew closer to him to take his free hand in yours. He smiled at that, his cheeks rounding and eyes illuminating.
“Are you okay?” you asked. Willy nodded, and with that smile on his face, you believed him.
“Yes, but…” A rosy glow spread across his freckled face, and he looked at you with his big eyes. “Y/N, would you mind, er… could you read it for me?” You gave him a gentle smile and reached to take the letter from his hand as you said, “Of course, Willy.”
The envelope was heavy and smudged with black marks and grubby fingerprints, with the shimmering red ink just barely legible. Letting go of Willy’s hand, you shuffled to your makeshift desk to retrieve a pair of broken scissors you kept around – it was surprising how often they came in useful.
Once you’d ripped open the letter, you turned to find Willy sitting cross-legged on your bed, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees and chin balanced on his fists, looking over at you expectantly. It relieved you to see that the thundercloud had been blown from his face, replaced by its usual sunlight of ages.
Opting to sit on the floor, you leaned back against the bed, your head resting lightly against the chocolate maker’s legs, ensuring he could see the letter over your shoulder. Little did you know, he spent the time with his cheek pushed into one of his balled-up hands, watching his other run through your hair as soft and free as water.
“Dear Chef,” you began reading, leaning into his touch.
We hope this letter finds you well. We miss you onboard! It’s still tough at sea but we’re planning to make port near you once more, around March. Have you opened your magnifique chocolaterie yet? Will we see you? Hoping so! We’ll be in town in a few weeks. Look for us in King's Market – we'll be looking for you.
Sincerely,
Each person on the ship had hurriedly scribbled down their signature, sending their previous chef plenty of goodwill, and you read off each name diligently.
“This is only dated a couple of weeks ago,” you commented enthusiastically as you finished the letter, giving the scattered handwriting a quick final once over. “You’ll be able to see your shipmates again, Willy!”
You leant your head back to look up at him, where it fit perfectly on his lap. To your immense relief, he was smiling down as he stared dreamily out of the window, cupping your head in his soft hand.
“Yes,” he said, dreamily, “that’s wonderful.” Then, suddenly, he sprang up, unravelling his legs as nimbly as a gymnast but keeping his hand momentarily against your head to cushion its sudden release. “Gosh, so much to do now. I’ll have to wash this overcoat, clean my boots, make plenty more chocolate, collect some rose petals…” He continued mumbling to himself, some common domestic tasks and other ridiculously insane activities, as he raced to your desk and flung open one of the drawers, now alive with inspiration.
He came up with a pencil and grasped the smudged envelope, turning it over to scribble quickly along the back of it. You, now propped up on the edge of the bed and watching him with a fond smile, folded the letter up carefully as you spoke. “Willy, they won’t care what you look like – they'll only want to see you.”
He looked up at you with a small hum of acknowledgment, as though he’d already forgotten you were there. “Oh, this isn’t for them, Y/N!” He turned the envelope to show you a list of drawings of his to-do list – boots, coat, chocolate, rose etc. - finished off with a rough sketch of a shop, clearly labelled Wonka and surrounded by carefully drawn stripes and stars.
“If I want to get my chocolate shop before they arrive, I have to be in tip-top shape.” He tossed the envelope down and started pacing, twiddling the graphite pencil between his fingers as he spoke. “Now, we’ll have to start tomorrow, no, tonight, I’ll need to make much more chocolate, and we’ll have to be out early in the morning, plenty of city to cover. Where’s Noodle? She can help me, and I owe her a day’s worth of chocolate anyway, so I can…”
You were giggling, and that’s what finally stopped his rambling. “What?” he asked innocently, smiling, but it did little to stop your giggling fit. It worsened it, in fact, and as tears formed in your eyes, he couldn’t help but laugh with you.
“You think I’m going over the top, don’t you?” he asked when you’d both calmed into a silence of smiles and red faces, walking back over to you. Once he’d situated himself down beside you on the edge of the bed, he nudged your leg teasingly with his.
“No,” you said almost immediately because it was true. “You want them to be proud of you, and there’s no shame in that. But, we’re not going to get a shop overnight, no matter how clean you are or how many chocolates you sell.”
“Oh, stranger things happen every day,” he said confidently, but you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. “But I do think, on this occasion, you may be right,” he conceded with a smile. “Still, that doesn’t mean they’re not important. It just means that they can wait until tomorrow.”
As perfect a time as any, Willy yawned wanly, curving a finger somewhat uselessly to cover the cavern of his mouth.
“And that sounds like a good thing,” you laughed, as he smacked his lips, allowing his head to fall onto your shoulder. “Mm, I am rather tired,” he mumbled. With a contented hum, he nuzzled his nose into the soft skin of your neck, and you poked him gently in his side.
“It’s mid-afternoon, Willy, we are not sleeping.” Undeterred, he snuck his arms around your waist, snuggling in closer to the heat of your body. With a barely disguised grin, you were quick to hold him back.
“No, but we can just have a little lie-down, right? Then I’ll clean those chocolates and make those boots and collect those overcoats and… hm, what else was there?”
You laughed. "Yes, the chocolate shop will wait until tomorrow.” At that moment, the cathedral bell rang across the city, four pronounced bongs echoing along the cobbled streets.
“We have an hour until roll call.” Willy groaned as you pulled away from him, but was quickly quietened as you ushered him to lie down properly so you could join him. “We’d best make the most of it.”
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celestiaras · 2 months
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ft. yu q wilson x gn! reader — krisis, nijisanji en
╰₊✧ overstimulating a cute & whiny willy┊0.6k words
contains: smut!! dom reader & sub wilson┊overstimulation, dumbification, begging, pet names (pretty boy, cutie), implied receiving oral
➤ author's note: subby wilson, subby wilson, subby wilson!!!!!! wilsoneers, come get your food!!!!
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you giggled in amusement at how his hips subconsciously jerked into your feather-light touches, so desperate for you to provide some more stimulation to his sensitive cock that’s already released all over your hand more times than he could count. maybe a normal person would have passed out at this point, but being a hitman and a hero, he has a lot more stamina that allows for endless amounts of teasing. besides, he was the one who got himself into this mess, so positive that he could take anything that you would throw in his way, but now he was about to eat his words as he felt his resolve weakening by your hand.
“ah… ahh… p-please…” he threw back his head into the pillow and let out another shaky moan, drool starting to seep out the corner of his mouth. he could feel himself lose all rationality and no longer knew how to think about anything that wasn’t your touch or the insatiable lust for another orgasm.
“please what, pretty boy? use your words and tell me what you want,” you smiled, almost sadistically. he really was a pretty boy though: his blue-purple eyes rolled to the back of his head, his blonde hair sticking to the side of his face from sweat, the flustered red glow that stretched from his ears to the tip of his nose, and of course, his cute cock that blushed the same shade of his face with a mess of cum and lube all over his thighs. “do you… want me to stop?”
“no, no, no, no, no—,” he sounded like he wanted to cry, there was nothing more that wanted than for the blooming pleasure to finally burst, “p-please, let me cum! please, please, let me— mmmm…!!!”
he was caught off mid-sentence when you gently began to massage his cock again, being sure to run your fingers over every sensitive spot that had him gasping, “greedy, greedy, greedy, you’re so whiny! you’ve finished so many times that we’ll probably need to throw out these sheets and buy new ones… you’re so cute! cute boys like you should get to cum however many times they want, right?”
you simply couldn’t wipe the grin off your face when he started rambling, begging, for you to keep jerking him off since his hands were too busy gripping the surrounding fabric to do it himself. he needs it, he needs it so bad, he needs you so bad, he’s pleading and hiccuping your name over and over like you were a deity for him to worship.
he doesn’t shut up until he finally spills over all over your hands, his lips forming a perfect ‘o’ shape as he shudders and sees stars flashing his vision. it was certainly the most intense one yet and you could tell by how he was panting for air afterwards and plopped over in satisfaction, not yet bothered by all of the sticky fluids on his skin that needed cleaning.
you were about to get up and run a bath for him, but he weakly held onto your wrist to stop you in your tracks. “please…” he sounded exhausted but still had a little fire of energy in him that surprised you.
“what, you want more? already? you might want to take a break…”
“no… please let me thank you…”
“oh, is that it? what a sweetheart,” you gushed, gladly indulging him and pushing him back on the bed so that he was pinned down, climbing over him to hover your dripping sex over his eager eyes, “i thought your mouth was going to be too tired after screaming so much, but if you insist~”
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misshoneyimhome · 2 months
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Oh I think I found the perfect kink for Willy with the intern he has a hickey/biting/marking fetish she should return the favor and the guys tease him about it when they see marks down his back
Oh bb, I'm so with you on this! 😉
Willy def has a thing for marking up intern as his, and of course, she'll return the favour as she too should let everyone know he'd taken 🤍
I know you prob didn't ask for an entire chapter on this, however, I did take the opportunity to continue the story a little - hope that's alright 🙈
Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); blindfold; mild choking; uprotected sex;
Word count; 4.8K
・✶ 。゚
Sink in the river the lessons I've learned I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]
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"Fucking hell, William Nylander," you mumbled to yourself while getting undressed in the bathroom, checking out the aftermath of his antics on your inner thighs. Shades of blue and purple from bite marks, a lingering hint of red from his beard burn – a vivid reminder of the night's escapades.
Despite the pleasant memories, a twinge hit you as the hot water cascaded down your body in the shower. Nevertheless, you managed to chill out, letting the soothing water flow before tackling the morning routine to head back to Toronto.
Stepping out of the bathroom, you were met with the delightful sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed. His toned physique entwined in the bedsheets, blissfully oblivious to the snoozed alarm. Absolutely stunning. Blond hair tousled on the pillow, his torso rising and falling with each deep breath.
It still amazed you in many ways that he was yours. Yet, the reality of having to discreetly sneak him out of the hotel room, maintaining a facade of professionalism and distance in public, lingered as a reminder. As soon as you both stepped into the public space, you'd transform into distant friends rather than the intimate couple you were behind closed doors.
Deciding to join him on the bed, you gently sat down, caressing his back as he stirred in his slumber.
And as you sat there, taking in the sight of him, your fingers traced lightly over his smooth skin. The subtle paleness seemed strangely tempting, especially after the vibrant marks William had left on you. The urge to reciprocate and create some colourful artwork of your own became too enticing to resist.
Leaning down with care, you made sure not to disturb him entirely before the inevitable blare of his alarm. Soft, butterfly kisses graced his broad, toned shoulders as you delicately explored his skin. The kisses grew firmer with each passing moment, transitioning into gentle sucking and neatly placed bites, creating a rhythm of desire.
William stirred from his slumber, feeling the gentle touches on his skin. "Morning, babe," his dark, husky morning voice echoed. "What time is it?"
"It's five forty-five," you whispered, planting a final kiss before resting your head gently on his shoulder.
"Hmmm," he grunted deeply, slowly turning under your body, prompting you to reposition. Stretching your arms, you leaned over him, meeting his tired eyes. "What a beautiful sight to wake up to," he chuckled.
"Oh, you're one smooth talker, huh," you smiled, playfully rolling your eyes in response.
Your banter softly continued as William's fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and you couldn't help but revel in the simplicity of the moment. Despite the secret nature of your relationship, these stolen moments held a charm of their own.
But as the alarm rang, the reality of the day ahead settled in. The need to get ready and face the world outside the cocoon of your shared intimacy became unavoidable. So, with a sigh, you reluctantly untangled yourself, reaching for your clothes scattered across the room.
"Shit," you gasped while putting on your jeans.
"What's up, babe?" William grinned from across the room, pulling a shirt over his head.
"I can't fuckin’ get my jeans on because of your little burns between my legs..." you flashed him a disapproving expression, but a smile soon replaced it, meeting William's satisfied smirk.
"Oh, well then I guess you'll just have to wear a skirt," he offered you a mischievous look, his eyes sending a cheeky wink before he approached you and placed a kiss on your forehead.
"Hmm... seems like you've really thought this through – but I guess you're right," you once again rolled your eyes with a light chuckle.
Dressed and ready to tackle the day, you exchanged a knowing look with William. It was a silent understanding of the delicate dance you both had to perform – maintaining a balance between the private world you cherished and the public facade you wore.
"Time to go," you said, a hint of reluctance in your tone. And William nodded, a mix of understanding and disappointment flickering in his eyes. The routine of slipping back into the roles you played in public felt like a subtle betrayal to your relationship.
He then opened the door, quickly scanning the hallway to ensure no managers were in sight, and turned back to you, flashing a sweet smile. "See you down at breakfast."
After a swift kiss, he left you alone for a few more minutes before you'd exit the room, re-joining the team and the rest of the staff down at the restaurant.
On a brighter note, the trip home unfolded smoothly, with the usual banter and camaraderie among the team. Only Mitch, as predictably late as ever, made a last-minute sprint to catch the bus that would transport everyone to the airport. Aside from that, everything was set for the journey back.
Despite the recent loss, the boys managed to maintain their spirits, sharing jokes and laughter throughout the flight. And as you observed the playful interactions, your attention inevitably drifted towards William. Memories of the previous night lingered in your mind – the possessiveness, the frustration, and the sweet moments that had followed, creating a tapestry of emotions.
Lost in contemplation, your phone buzzed in your hand. A text from Willy lit up the screen.
'What's so funny, babe? 😚'
'Just thinking about last night, nothing else 😉,' you replied, a playful smile gracing your lips.
‘Hmm, maybe we should repeat the success then? 😏’
‘Willy!’
‘What?’
‘Not here!’
‘Why not… we can sneak to the toilet? You know, join the mile-high club 😜’
The mischievous suggestion made you pause for a moment, entertaining the idea in your mind. However, the practicality and the risk involved quickly sobered your thoughts. The plane, after all, wasn't the most discreet location for such adventures.
But then again, a daring notion crossed your mind – everyone on the team already knew about your relationship. Perhaps they'd been the ones to challenge William's audacious proposals. And the idea brought a sly smile to your face as you contemplated the potential for mischief on the journey home.
Then William's phone buzzed again, and you couldn't help but glance at him, noticing the mischievous grin spreading across his face as he read your response.
‘Alright 😉’
‘What? 😮’
‘Let’s go then 😉 if you really mean it, then let’s do it’
Your chuckle couldn't be contained as you noticed his furrowed brows, studying his baffled expression from a distance.
You loved how you challenged his overly confidence. He was always so smug and cheeky, but in that very moment, he seemed a little torn between remaining in control, not giving in to temptation and taking you up on the challenge.
However, just as William was about to excuse himself to the toilet, Coach Keefe rose to speak to the lads, followed by Sam discussing video analyses and what to focus on for future games.
‘Seems like it has to be next time 😏 guess I’ll just have to enjoy the view of you in that little skirt from here…’
You smiled at William’s text.
‘If you’re lucky 😉 Oh, please do enjoy the view’
Smirks were exchanged across the airplane as you both let the fantasy play out in your heads.
And as William had to return his attention to the coaches’ words, you decided to sneak away for a short moment. Then, standing in the tiny toilet, in front of the mirror, you took in a deep breath and let your confidence shine.
You knew well enough what such action would do to your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but smile as you undid your shirt, hiked up your skirt, and let the tiny fabric of your panties show, capturing a photo of your lingerie.
And for the rest of the flight, you couldn't help but wonder what would be in store when you returned.
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On the following day, almost forgetting about your mischievous move the morning before, you entered the Scotiabank Arena like any other home game day.
You met with the equipment staff, assisted in setting up everything to prepare for morning skates and tonight’s match, and went over the media plans for the night with Melanie and Jennifer as you’d be capturing the boys when they’d arrive.
However, your mind was a little preoccupied during the day. After your move with the photos in the lavatory on the plane yesterday, William had done nothing but remind you of what you were to expect tonight after the game.
He'd texted you in rather explicit details of what he’d do to you for teasing him like that. For torturing him well aware that he couldn’t get a release for as long as you were among the team and staff. And what had made it even worse; as soon as you’d landed, Jennifer had offered to drive you home. Which meant William couldn’t do it, nor could he drive you to his place and give you what you deserved.
He did, though, send you a little sneak peek of his member, just as a reminder of what you’d been missing out on. However, as the day began, his overly satisfied smug face was soon to fade.
As soon as William arrived for the morning skate at the training rink and joined the team in the locker room, he was immediately called out.
“Wow! Someone’s not hiding that they’re getting some action, huh, Willy?” Max shouted the moment William stood bare-chested.
“Hold on! Did you and y/n do a little something in New York?” Auston joined in with a mischievous grin.
“What are you guys talking about?” William questioned, unsure what they were all laughing at and referring to.
“Come on, Willy! You’re like a Monet painting,” Mo chimed in with a deep laugh.
Baffled by the many comments and chuckles from his teammates, William sought out a mirror to study himself. And as soon as he saw it, he knew what you’d been up to.
His shoulders and the back of his neck were all covered in shapes of your gorgeous lips. Like small bruises, it was obvious he’d been on his stomach, and you’d paid attention to his back while he was asleep.
And he knew it must have been the morning before in the hotel room. He thought you’d been set to give payback after he’d left his mark where he’d been. However, in his defence, no one would ever see your colours given the place.
Yet as he returned to the lads, he wore a great smile.
“Damn, Willy, didn’t know the two of you liked it rough,” voices echoed through the room as comments were still tossed his way. But he could do nothing but chuckle darkly as he was nowhere near embarrassed of showing off his actions.
“Well, if you think this is something… you should see her,” William flashed the boys a confident wink before he was met with ‘oooh’s and high fives.
Meanwhile, you were merely doing your job.
The anticipation and tension added an extra layer of excitement to the game day, and you couldn't help but steal glances at William throughout the evening, wondering just how he planned to follow through with his promises once you were finally alone.
However, though the thoughts were intriguing, they were swiftly replaced by the game of the night as the Leafs were facing off against the Avalanche. Despite the great lead in the first period, Colorado set to redeem themselves and by force took the win in the second and third periods, completely skating all over the Leafs and concluding the match 5-3.
The boys were beyond frustrated and angry with themselves as they cooled down in the locker room following the game.
And though Coach Keefe tried his best to motivate the lads for the next game, Tavares adding in a few heartfelt captain words, the players were not in the spirit of ‘looking at the bright side.’ No, all they wanted was just to win next game. And it could only happen too slow.
Then, with the team slowly emptying out the locker room, you kept a discreet eye on William, trying not to stare too much.
But it was tougher than ever. Seeing him frustrated like that, all you wanted was to run to him and comfort him like the other wives and girlfriends had done. However, you remained at a distance, trying to meet his eyes and making sure he understood how much you cared for him.
And it seemed to work. Every time your eyes met across the room, he flashed you a soft smile, signalling that he knew you were there for him.
They were almost soft moments, filled with romantic glances and smiles. However, you were not to be fooled. Despite his charming face and boyish sweetness, William was very much still keen on reminding you who’s in charge of your relationship. Especially since you’d decided to wear the same skirt as yesterday, just to tease him a little.
But he could not have you walk around, thinking you were suddenly the boss, with all the praise you’d been receiving lately. Giving him hickeys and bite marks like that, as if you were marking him up as yours in front of everyone. Oh no, he could not have that.
And let’s just say that the loss from the match only fuelled his fire.
His mischievous attitude created tension across the room as he met you in the hall, a tension that could’ve been cut through with a knife.
"So, you think you can just give me hickeys like that and get away with it?" His dark, rough voice echoed through the air as you both made sure you were all by yourselves.
"Mm," you softly nodded, flashing him your sweetest innocent puppy eyes as he approached you, coming in closer into your personal space.
"Oh, you're so in for it," he whispered darkly, his lips forming a smirk, making you beyond tempted to just have him take you right then and there.
"Bring it on, Nylander" was all you needed to say before William practically dragged you out, not caring whether you'd signed off for the day or not. Had you said goodbye to your boss? Probably not, but William didn't care. You had been a tease, and he needed to remind you of who you belonged to.
The ride was short, yet it felt longer. William's intense glare occasionally meeting yours as he navigated through the city.
Which was a little amusing to you. In the beginning of the season, he'd been taking the subway to the games, not wanting to bother with traffic. However, as it proved impractical in case, he wanted to take you home sooner rather than later, he'd opted for the car lately.
And as he parked the car and you both made your way to the lift, he hoisted you over his shoulder, giving your bum a proper slap, holding you in his grip during the ride up.
Giggles echoed through the room and the hallway as he walked with you to the front door. And as soon as you entered, he put you back down. Quickly, coats and shoes were tossed aside before William clashed his lips into yours, closing the little gap there was between you.
And his hands were all over your body, massaging and squeezing your ass and breasts before tangling his fingers in your hair. And you met him with equal eagerness. The pent-up desire and the fiery intensity of the moment painted a vivid picture of passion that was about to unfold.
Your mouths explored each other as you let your palms roam his chest and found his neck to wrap around. It was hungry and intense. William driven to make you his and send you into a level of pleasure he knew only he could provide.
But you too were feeling rather confident. Despite the sombre feelings after a loss, you were just as driven to take charge and make your man feel good again.
With fumbling steps, making your way through the condo and tangled in each other’s touch, you only made it to the kitchen before you withdrew and untangled from one another, catching your breaths amidst the hunger.
It was almost like a battle where William was determined to show off his dominance, and you'd be challenging his every little move.
“Don’t think you’re in charge here,” he spoke darker than ever before, but you were more than tempted not to give in to his dominance.
So instead, you just looked up at him through your lashes, flashing him a sensual, naughty look before you dropped to your knees. Your hands never leaving his body on the way down, stopping by the hem of his trousers, which you pulled down along with no hesitation.
And William couldn’t exactly complain. Simply enjoying your determination to challenge him, he elicited a chuckle and relaxed by your touch as you undressed his lower half and unleashed his awaiting semi-hard cock.
His hand swiftly found your hair as you placed kisses around his intimate area, lightly licking his balls a little before turning to his shaft.
“Fuck baby… just- oh!”
You cut off his impatience by taking him into your warm mouth, causing William to tilt his head back and shut his eyes close.
A mix of grunts and moans escaped the man above you, his grip on your head getting a little firmer as you let his shaft slip in and out of your mouth, coated by saliva as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper and deeper.
"Oh baby… you’re so good," praises sang from William’s lips as he let himself sink more into your touch, feeling the climax slowly build up within him.
It was only fair, you thought. He was always making such an effort in going down on you, making you feel incredible, and now you wanted to return the favour.
But William wasn’t entirely ready to give it all to you. Despite how much he loved how you tried to take charge; he was still the one who’d planned to punish you for your little mischievous behaviour on the plane. And as you bopped your head, focusing on breathing through your nose as you worked his length sensually with your mouth and hand, William began rocking his hips against your movements.
His subtle thrusts almost choking you as he held your head in place, discreetly forcing his member further into your mouth, causing you to lightly gag.
“Mmm yesss, your fucking mouth feels so good,” William’s voice echoed through the condo, mixed with your sobbing and gagging sounds.
And you couldn’t help but moan into his member as you felt his thigh muscles tense under your touch, his climax evidently about to reach.
However, William remained determined to his initial idea and withheld his peak as he retreated his cock from your delicious warm mouth.
You panted as he did so, refilling your lungs with air as you managed to regain control and looked intensely up at him with a smirk on your face, biting down on your lower lip.
“You think you’re such a good girl, huh?” William chuckled above you, gently stroking his thumb along your lips. “But you’ve also been very bad…”
Your smirk slowly faded as you saw how dark his eyes had turned, his breathing heavy as he studied your face.
“Get up,” he commanded, and you knew better than not to do as told. Yet a light chuckle escaped you as you rose, and you had a feeling that William wouldn’t react softly to that. “Don’t laugh, baby…”
Then discarding all his clothes and swiftly turning you around, William’s strong arms held a tight grip onto you as you had to support yourself on the kitchen counter. Then bending down, he found the tie he’d been wearing tonight, and gently he wrapped it around your head, covering your eyes and stealing your sight.
You let out a small gasp as you were blindfolded, your arms slightly feeling weak, your legs trembling as you felt intrigued by what was about to unfold.
“This fuckin’ skirt…” his rough voice sounded from behind you, and before you knew it, William tore up the fabric that covered your lower half.
“Willy!” you gasped as he threw away your ruined piece of clothing.
“This skirt has been taunting me baby, and you know it – it had to go… and so do these,” and then he forcefully ripped your panties from your body as well.
“Are you going to destroy all my clothes?” you almost mockingly spoke with a sly grin across your lips, and with no words needed, William then tore apart your blouse. “I take that as a yes,” you whispered, feeling yourself getting more turned on by his dominant behaviour.
And William couldn’t help but let out another dark chuckle as he observed you before him. Your almost naked body, clothes ripped by his eager hands, and your bum in full display for him, bend over the kitchen counter, ready to take his cock.
Then, he let his large hand slowly run up your back, unclasping your bra along the way, which you quickly  tossed, before he made his way to your mouth.
With slightly parted lips, you let him stick in his fingers, first two then three, coated them with your saliva as you sucked them, before he withdrew and traced them back down your body. Slowly down your buttocks and ending between your legs where he led himself to feel your heat.
“Oh…” soft moans escaped your lips as you felt his fingers trace up your folds, letting them be coated with the juices you’d formed while giving him head. Yet, it was more intense than usual. The lack of your sight enhanced your other senses, including the touch on your skin.
“It turns you on pleasing me, baby?” he asked rhetorically, not in doubt as he felt your warmth. “So, fucking wet for me.”
And with ease, William let his two thick digits slip into your core, past your tight entrance as he stretched you. 
“Willy,” you gasped, moans becoming louder as you felt him slowly pumping in and out of you, your essence coating him. But William desired more than just playing with your cunt.
Using his other hand, he gently wrapped it around your neck, lightly holding a firm grip without blocking your airways. “I asked you a question… does it turn you on, sucking my cock? Letting me choke you with it as you’re on your knees for me?”
You tried your best to gulp under his touch. Feeling his fingers curl inside you as he rubbed over your sweet spot.
“Yes,” you finally managed to speak, slightly shaking as he stimulated your walls, your mind slowly going foggy as pleasure coursed through your body.
“See, you can be a good girl,” William whispered roughly, before retracting his fingers. However, he didn’t let you feel void for long. Instead, he again inserted his digits, three fingers this time to stretch you even further. And again, your moans increased as you were gasping for air underneath him.
Your breaths were uneven and deep as he kept pumping. Sounds of your wet cunt mixing in the noise he was creating from you. And you couldn’t help but feel the intensity of a pending orgasm approaching. Your hands gripping tightly onto the counter as William stimulated you, almost too much with every motion.
And soon, you were on the brink of a climax, clenching your tight muscles as you were unable to speak properly.
“Willy… please… I want to – please I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.
And William couldn’t contain his amusement as he made you into his little hot mess.
“Yeah baby… come for me,” he spoke. “Cum all over my fingers and show me what a girl you are.”
It was too intense. He was being so rough with you, yet you were beyond the state of pleasure as he fingered you through your orgasm, and you shouted out his name in between deep moans.
You had to take in deep breaths in order to regain control again, trying to calm yourself from the intense high as William slowed down his motions and gently took out his fingers from your heat.
And he couldn’t help but admire you, taking his fingers to your mouth once again, letting you open and stick out your tongue so you could taste just how good he was to you. You let yourself suck on his fingers, cleaning them as you tasted your sweet juice. 
William’s member was throbbing as he watched you, feeling your mouth suck passionately just like you’d done with his cock. And he couldn’t control himself any longer.
Withdrawing his hand, he then took a firm grip on your hips, giving his length a few strokes before he lined it up with your entrance. And with one forceful motion, William pushed himself all the way into your heat.
“Fuck,” you screamed out as he filled you up, hitting the very back of your depth before he drew back a little and then pushed back in.
The movements were hard and rough. As if he was letting go of deeper emotions, anger he’d been holding back.
And soon, he began rocking his hips, firm and deep thrusts, as his cock massaged your walls. His skin loudly slapping against yours as your moans harmonised and echoed through the condo.
William’s nails were almost digging into the skin of your hips, and your bum cheeks were slightly glowing a hint of red with every forceful pound.
“Yes, baby, you take me so good!” William breathed out heavily, feeling himself growing more and more eager for a release.
And your tightness around him didn’t exactly slow him down. Increasing his speed, he felt how you clenched around him, and soon he felt his climax about to peak.
“Willy… I’m gonna c-c-cum again…” you whimpered as he fucked you senseless, no mercy in his motions.
“Then cum… show me how good you can be…”
And again, you let the intensity of a rush flood over, blurring your mind as you squinted your eyes behind the blindfold. You could almost feel how your cunt sprayed your juices all over William’s cock, even trailing down your leg as you moaned out his name and a string of curse words.
Sweat was covering William’s skin as he enjoyed the view of you trembling because of his doing. His body hot from the exercise and the high about to take over his mind as well. And just with a few more thrusts, William let out a deep grunt, surrendering to the rush of a climax, and let himself paint your walls with his white paint.
“Shit baby,” William panted as he pumped his length a few more times into your heat, letting the rest of his cum fill you up as you both were coming out of the ecstatic state of mind.
And for a moment, William stood still. Letting you cock warm him following by the intense high, as he regained control of his breaths and enjoyed your walls pulsating around his tender member.
Then gently, he pulled out, undid the blindfold and guided you to stand and turn around in his embrace. Your eyes blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light and the sight of your handsome man.
“Hey, you’re feeling okay?” William asked softly, delicately caressing your cheek as you let out a soft sigh and simply leaned into the soft touch of his hand.
“Yeah, Willy – I’m feeling perfectly fine,” you smiled up at him, your eyes glistening with his ocean blue.
And as you stood there, in the kitchen, taking in the sweet moment, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.
“What?” William smiled.
“Nothing… just thinking, maybe I should challenge you more often,” you gazed up at him, flashing a sweet smile as you rested against his large, warm body.
“Hmm…” he merely smiled, as he looked down at you. “Maybe, I think you should too.”
Amidst the sexual rush, sweat, and the scent of William’s condo, you relished the intimate moment between you. A tender moment following a road trip filled with challenges, jealousy, and then a lost home game.
“Let’s go take a shower,” you suggested with a soft tone of voice.
“Good idea.”
Once again, you felt a slight twinge when the hot water met your skin. But you didn’t care. The comfort of William’s touch was more than enough to wash away all the pain.
“Willy,” you whispered softly, resting your head against his chest as you stood with your back against him.
“Hmm?” he mumbled into your hair.
“I love you…”
You could almost feel his satisfied smirk.
“Baby, I fucking love you too.”
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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months
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part one
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Hearing his boyfriend’s voice on that radio call, as staticky and panicked as it had been, had made Lance cry. Hunk and Pidge had looked at him in mild concern — they were definitely relieved too, but no one else reacted like Lance did — but he’d paid them no mind, letting the teams stream down his face and desperately thanking any gods that had answered his prayers. He could feel Red’s relief overwhelmingly in his head, mirrored only by his own.
But none of that raw feeling, none of the pure alleviation of grief, compares to the feeling of finally watching Keith’s ship touch down in the hangar after months of fear. He doesn’t bother waiting for the craft to power down, sprinting towards it so fast he’s not even sure his feet touch the ground. He’s halfway there when the side door slams open and a black and purple clad blur comes sprinting out, meeting Lance halfway and slamming into him so hard it would hurt them both were they not wearing armour.
“Oh, God,” murmurs a voice Lance has not heard in person in half a year, clutching him tightly, one arm squeezing his waist and the other wrapped around his head, pressing him into Keith’s body, nearly suffocating him.
Lance doesn’t care. He’s gripping Keith just as tightly, hands almost clawing at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to prove to himself that it’s real, Keith’s real, he’s here and he’s alive and safe and they’re together, again, finally.
“You’re alive,” Lance sobs, barely even managing the words. He struggled to breathe over his choked words, barely remembering to inhale and exhale and keep his heart flowing. All he thinks is Keith Keith Keith Keith Keith, all he feels is solid armour and thick hair and the wet of Keith’s tears on his skin, the press of Keith’s lips to his cheeks and brow and temples as he kisses anywhere he can reach, as desperate to touch Lance as Lance is to him.
It takes Lance time to catch his breath, to convince himself that Keith won’t disappear if he pulls away, if he loosens his grip. Even still he tells his hands to move, his arms to hold less tightly, and they don’t listen, drunk off the need to clutch Keith closer.
He finally manages to pull himself away; not far, nowhere out of Keith’s reach — not that Keith would let him — but enough to finally see his boyfriend’s face. See his strong nose and thick brows, his wild hair and dark, clear eyes.
He looks like home.
“You’re taller,” Lance croaks, realizing for the first time that he has to look up significantly to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.
Keith laughs wetly, bending down slightly to rest his forehead to Lance’s. His eyes close, but Lance can’t yet follow his example, can’t manage to tear his gaze away lest he wake up to find he’s dreaming.
“I hope that’s okay,” he says wryly. “I know that two inches was ever so important to you.”
“Stick around for a bit and I’ll tell you how I feel,” Lance quips back, watery smile the most genuine he’s had in months. “Asshole.”
Keith chuckles again, so softly, and the sound makes Lance shiver, so much better than through a screen or not at all. He slides his hands into Keith’s hair, relishing in the feel of it again, and angles his head, leaning closer and finally fluttering his eyes shut.
“I’m so glad you’re back, Willie Nelson,” he murmurs, so close that their lips brush with every word. So close that he feels Keith’s huff on his own skin, breath warm and sweet, somehow.
“I haven’t seen you for two years and that’s the most affectionate name I get, huh?”
Lance frowns. He pulls away to look at Keith in alarm, eyes wide and brows knit. “Two years? What do you mean, two y—mmf.”
Keith’s gloved hands are warm on his cheeks, and his lips are so familiar, the tilts of their heads and the slide of their noses as they sink into their places, into the action they’ve done thousands of times in thousands of different ways distracting him from his concerns.
He has Keith again. He has Keith again. Regardless of how long it’s been, he has Keith now, in his arms and pressed against him, body warm and skin chapped and smelling of pine and sandalwood, somehow, still. Lance can’t help but sink into him, forget anything and everything else. Nothing else is as important — not Voltron, not the universe, nothing. Lance already put them first for months. He gets to be selfish, now. He gets to choose himself, and choose Keith.
Finally.
“Okay, I think a what the fuck is in order.”
Keith pulls away.
“No,” Lance whines, reaching up to try and pull him down again. “Ignore them. They can figure it out. Context clues. Come on.”
Keith indulgently leans back down to press a quick and chaste kiss to his lips, then pulls back away. “We’re on a time limit. I got distracted.”
Lance fights down a smirk, well aware he isn’t very successful. He slides one hand out of his boyfriend’s hair and down his neck, his collarbones, resting flat on his chest. He blinks his eyes rapidly, letting his pupils get bigger so they almost swallow the brown, tilting his head up — he can work with this new height thing.
Keith wants a distraction?
Lance is excellent at distracting him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Keith pleads. “I’ve been stuck in space for two years, baby, I only have so much restraint left.”
Someone clears their throat from behind them. Lance glances over Keith’s shoulder, fully prepared to tell them to fuck the hell off — Lotor and Allura are just fine on their Oriande thing, Lance deserves a single fucking minute of Keith all to himself — but does a double take when he fully registers to person next to the pod Keith flew in.
He narrows his eyes in shock. “Is that your — did you disappear in space and find your fucking mother?”
Keith snorts. “Nothing gets by you, huh.”
“Keith,” the woman says, before Lance can speak any further. “The problem at hand? That holds the universe in balance?”
“Oh, shit, yeah.” Keith startles like he’s just remembering, pulling away from Lance enough to face the rest of the team, although he still curls a possessive arm around Lance’s waist, hand hot on his hip.
“Lotor is evil. And we’re all in danger.”
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p1nkcanoe · 3 months
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spin the bottle
~1.5k words of ghoulettes playing their dirty version of spin the bottle
“Okay, Lus! It’s your turn to spin the bottle!” 
The fluffy-haired ghoulette pushes herself up from where she’d been reclining back on her elbows on the edge of the rug, a more-than-eager smile on her pretty face and her pink tongue poking out between her teeth. 
She reaches for the empty wine bottle in the center of their circle, only a few drops of red remain inside, and her manicured hands wrap around the center of it, giving it a good twist before she spins it the opposite direction against the carpet. Every ghoulette watches in anticipation to see who it’ll land on. 
But their game of spin the bottle isn’t like the ones they’ve watched in movies. No, their game is much more fun–much more exciting. Instead of simply kissing the ghoulette that the neck of the bottle points towards, each of the gorgeous women is assigned an invisible label that goes along with what the spinner must entertain themselves with. 
If the bottle lands on Cirrus, the spinner gets to plant a hickey wherever they desire onto whoever they want. If it lands on Aurora then they’ll get to wear the pair of vibrating panties that sit aside (for now) until the next person spins and lands on Aurora. Cumulus is assigned to oral, of course–her favorite–and can be taken for oneself if the spinner decides they don’t particularly feel like giving that round. Mist is nipple clamps, which is great for how they’re already pinched perfectly right onto her little breasts. And last but not least, Sunshine is assigned to -
“Toys!” 
Each ghoulette cheers and squeals in unison as Cumulus spins her head over to where they’ve adorned their vanity with sex toys of every shape, color, and size. She gets to choose whichever one she feels is right. Whichever one she wants to play with. As she shuffles forward on her knees the girls hoot and holler, Cirrus even giving her a smack on her ass when she passes by, and she eyes the vast selection of toys. There’s an orange one that catches her eye at first. It’s sleek, smooth with a thicker head, and marbled with shimmery yellows. But there’s also a purple dick that looks oddly familiar to a certain earth ghoul they know, a little messy and inconsistent at the base, and she’s pretty sure she’s heard Sunny talk about getting a certain someone to do the whole ‘clone-a-willy’ thing before… So she grabs the purple one without another beat of hesitation and it unsuctions from the table with a nice clean ‘pop’! 
All of the other toys sway back and forth like a wheat field in the wind. 
The ghoulettes only get louder. 
“Satanas, Lus,” Aurora huffs, laughing in feigned disbelief when she rejoins back into the circle to show off her pick. “I always knew you were a size queen, but shit!” 
She smiles, winks, and licks at a fang, and Sunshine winks right back. 
“That’s a good choice.” 
Cumulus settles back down into her spot around the circle and leans back, spreading her legs to open herself up to the rest of her ghoulette pack. She’s already glistening and dripping with slick. Her thighs shine. She’s always been a little messy. 
With a tilt of the dildo in her hand towards the fiery-haired ghoulette on the opposite side of the circle, she raises a brow and quirks a cherry-red lip, “then how about you come show me how to use it, pretty lady?” 
“Gladly,” she says and crawls forward on her hands and knees to rest right in front of that shiny cunt. The toy is taken from Cumulus’ hand and the rest of the women lean in to get a good look as she rubs the thick head of the thing through her folds, back and forth until it’s glistening. Then the shaft. Then finally she gives it a good taste with her tongue just to make sure it’s wet enough when she starts to push the thing into her hole. The sigh that Cumulus lets out as it stretches her open is divine. 
“Okay, Rory, you’re up to spin!”
The smallest ghoulette sits up from where she’s rested back on her calves and wraps her hand around the bottle, giving it a nice spin until it slows and chooses Cirrus: give a hickey to anyone of your choice. And who does she choose to bruise their skin? It isn’t even a question. Cirrus has had her top stripped off since the first round when Mist got the first hickey to give in the night. Since then every single one has been sucked somewhere into Cirrus’ skin, and she isn’t too thrilled about it. Her skin is mottled with them from her neck down to the waistband of her panties and they have a date down at the lake tomorrow with the entire pack… She’s jeopardizing her strappy two-piece for this.
Aurora is still stuck to the spot on the top of her breast when Cirrus leans forward to spin. Just as everyone before her has done, she gives it a twist before letting it fly the other direction, and her eyes light up when it lands on Mist. 
“Hand them over, Misty,” she says, her right hand already outstretched and doing a grabby motion while the water ghoulette works quickly to get the clamps off of her nipples. Once they’re off and in her hands, Aurora is more than happy to help her out of her bra to clamp them onto her breasts, right over that pretty jewelry through her nipples that glints and shimmers under the light of their candles that flicker around the room. If a little whimper escapes her lips when the left one pinches a little too tight, nobody says anything about it. 
Sunshine watches the turns go around while also entertaining herself with Cumulus’ pussy and the dildo that has become slick and squelches with every slide and thrust she gives her. She almost mourns it when she has to sit up to spin, leaving the other ghoulette to take care of herself. Luckily she’s smart enough to sit up and reposition herself to ride the thing while Sunshine is away. 
Sunny spins the bottle and it halts in front of Aurora. For the first time that night everyone cheers and whistles when the vibrating panties are pulled from where they’ve sat the entire game, unused, and replaced with the delicate lace ones that the multi ghoulette adorned. The remote appears in Cirrus’ hand and she smirks, “ready?” 
Sunshine nods and Cirrus presses the button. The panties hum to life and Sunshine falls back from her elbows onto her back, her thighs pressing together tight and her hands pressing into her core from the intensity right off the bat. 
“Cir-” Mist frowns, reaching over to lay a finger to the center of the vibrator on her clit. “That’s too much, turn it down just a tad, won’t you?” 
“She can handle it. I’ve seen her take worse.” 
Finally it’s Mist’s turn again and takes her hand off the multi-ghoulette’s clit to spin the wine bottle. It lands on her after an excruciatingly slow final turn and she nearly sobs when the clamps get placed back onto her little nipples, so red and sore from the seemingly never-ending pain. 
The group of women start another round of their game and Cumulus spins toys again, quickly choosing the orange toy from earlier and working it carefully into her ass alongside the purple dick in her pussy for a little double penetration. 
When Aurora spins and it points towards Cumulus she takes it as a challenge to try and torture the ghoulette wearing the vibrating panties with her tongue. Upon pulling the vibrator away from her clit she’s more than pleasantly surprised to find the ghoulette drooling with slick and the evidence of an upcoming orgasm, and is more than happy to help her get there and beyond, all while Sunshine buries her claws into that pretty pink hair and pulls just the way she likes it. 
Cirrus takes her next turn and the bottle lands on Sunshine. 
Toys again…
And suddenly the game takes a turn when Cirrus grabs a silicone dick from the table and works it into Aurora’s pussy, spread and open, from how she’s bent over on her knees to work Sunny over. When it pushes in it's a surprise, but she welcomes it nicely when Cirrus pets a hand over her lower back and tells her to relax, babydoll… 
Distracted, Mist takes her turn in place of Sunshine and spins the bottle. 
It lands on herself again and she would have thrown a bit of a fit if it weren’t for Cumulus reaching over and pulling on the chain that connected her nipples to each other, brow furrowed all gorgeous with a lip pulled between her teeth. She’s more than happy to help her with her toys. 
As long as she’ll share.
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tpotr · 2 months
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Can you make a short fanfic, in which area and Rhaegal wake up in Aegon and Helaena's body and they panic?
Ask and you shall receive! I really liked this idea tbh, this was very funny to me. I hope you'll enjoy this one! It's mostly humor with a tidbit of friskiness I suppose, but nothing grand. For peeps who find this in the wild without knowing the AU: the context is genderbent!helaegon (Aerea and Rhaegal) waking up in the bodies of their not-genderbent counterparts (Aegon and Helaena). Genderbent!Helaegon | Humor/Fluff | AU of a series | wc: 1243
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Aerea doesn’t bother to open her eyes. It is a chilly morning, and she snuggles with the furs of the bed close, tossing and turning with them to achieve a few more moments of sleep. Despite having three different furs brought for the winter, those around her feel all too thin.
Rhaegal must’ve stolen the rest of them to himself again, she thinks to herself. He had the penchant to be at his most audacious when he dreams, after all. She turns to his side of the bed, fighting against the morning crust that formed by her eyes. Such robbery will not go unanswered, and compensation is well due. If she cannot have her blankets, he’ll have to offer his arms.
When she opens her eyes, however, an unfamiliar woman is laying beside her. Long silver waves falling unkempt from the bed, breathing softly through sleep with her hands tucked awkwardly by her body. Aerea stares for a few moments before snapping back into a sitting position.
“What the fuck?” she yells, and unfurls her furs from the offending lady. How did she even get inside here? Ser Willis Fell should’ve guarded the room. What is she even doing here? Where did she come from? Where is her husband?
Wait. Why is my voice so low?
The woman in front of her is swiftly awoken, eyes vividly violet opening. “What— who are…” she starts asking, but then reaches for her throat in a hurried panic. As her hands fall down her body, so does her gaze, her hands sliding down from her chest to her belly and hips. Finally, she holds on the end her long locks of hair, positively frightened. “What is this?! This is not…!”
At the same time, Aerea looks at her own hands. Pale with purple veins as always, yet larger than hers usually are, with some fine hair on their back and the rather unbecoming hints of dirt under the fingernails. The cold she has felt suddenly makes all the more sense when she realises that for the most part, she is bare. Unlike the lady in front of her, her hair is short, and with one hand coming to her chest, she screams.
She has never been considered well endowed, no, but her chest is gone!
Coming up from the bed, she rushes to the mirror. The room is all the same, but all is wrong. She holds onto the short oily hair, and the broadened shoulders of this body. The dark circles of the man she faces in the reflection only grow more pronounced as she feels the blood draining from his face. Her face. 
“This is not funny,” she says, nearly on the verge of tears as she faces the woman on the bed again. “Where is my husba…” she stops herself, and examines that unknown girl again, who nervously played with the Myrish lace of the nightgown she seemed so pensive in. Rhaegal always plays with the lace trimmings of her dresses. “Rhaegal?” she asks.
“...Aerea?” is the woman’s reply and suddenly some air enters her lungs again; she nods, and the ‘woman’s’ eyes brighten too. “Yes, it’s me,” he says in that woman’s feminine yet husky voice. Her husband’s face is far more angular, but the appearance he dons now has a somewhat subdued angularity to match it, and an entirely softer looking body to contrast it with. His new form comes up from the bed and closer and it is almost surreal as he reaches out for her new body.
She looks down at herself again, thinking to take a peek at her breeches. She feels the absurdity of her new male effects, but isn’t she short for a man?
Rhaegal brings a dainty hand to hold her upper arm. “This is strange,” he says as he examines it until finally settles on a squeeze. “How could this be…”
Aerea, resigned, resorts to curling into him, demanding a hug. “Someone put a curse on us and made me a stubby sickly man,” she says in half desperation, leaning her head on her husband’s— wife’s? — shoulder.
“Don’t say that,” he wraps his hands around her, repressing a smile. “I think I may be considered the short one of us two, anyway.”
Aerea huffs as she sniffles. “You are as tall as any woman, and have gained giant teats for yourself,” she says. “Don’t you dare pretend to complain.”
Chuckling, he weaves a hand into her short hair, ruffling through it. “Neither should you, then. I think you make a pretty man.”
“Shut your mouth lest we stay this way!” she yells at him, only making him laugh. “I can’t believe this…” Tightening her embrace upon him, he squeals slightly, the way she often does when he locks on her firmly. He returns it quickly as he relaxes in her thicker arms, but it is strange to have him respond in that manner so easily.
Garnering some interest in that difference, she sets out to understand the situation in her hold better, and scoops him from behind into her hold.
“Aerea—” he yelps, quick to bring his hands to hold onto her body’s shoulder. She licks her lips and carries him around in her arms. She never quite understood why he liked doing it to her, but now she feels she does. It feels quite nice to feel him readjust his hold on her closer and closer.
“This is why you like to twirl me around so much, huh?” she asks. The girlish face he dons is beet red. The dainty fingers that on her nape play with her thin tufts of hair present there gently as he considers what to say.
“...I like it when you do this,” Rhaegal brings the hand back to her new face, cupping the round jaw and leaning down to kiss her slowly. Suddenly, her arms grow shakier. Gods, I need to go against a wall. She likes it when he gets her against a wall —
The doors to their room suddenly slam open, and she loses her grip on her husband-wife’s body. They manage to grip each other so he isn’t toppled backwards to the floor. Holding each other in some shock, they turn their heads to look at Mother, who seems exasperated enough to rip out all of her hair.
Alicent first seems flabbergasted to a degree, but recovers from it with a shake of her head. “Aegon, Helaena, I need you in the hall room,” she says as if she’s about to collapse. “Your brother has lost all of his wits. He woke up and started running around saying his name is Aemma and ogling his swords. Dress up and help me make him regain his sanity, I beg you.”
Aerea and Rhaegal share a prolonged look.
“Prince Aemond, please!” they hear Ser Criston’s voice from outside the hallway. 
“I think our sister is going haywire with new opportunities,” Aerea says. “We better see to her, husband.”
Rhaegal hums, while Alicent’s eyes open like saucers.
“What are you talking about,” Alicent yells at her. “Aegon, if you are in on the same shenanigan—”
Rhaegal comes to Alicent, holding her hand with his own small ones. “Mother, we will sort this out. Do not fret a thing.”
Aerea never thought she’d see her mother that speechless ever again, but alas. Until they figure this out, such a world is filled to brim with entertaining opportunities.
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viva-la-bohemia · 1 year
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The Aftermath
“Come on, get up.”
Lark groaned and clasped the outstretched hand of g-man, his gun-buddy, the man he had done Fortnite dances with at prom while nick and marco laughed from the side Grant Wilson to pull himself up. He looked around slowly at his friends co-workers and made a mental note to take care of the definite concussion that he had. Grant was unloading and reloading his handgun, a nervous tick that had somehow become normalized over the years. TJ, the man who got drunk with him for the first time on the roof of DADDIES and took all the blame when darryl found them, the man that convinced him to be the Ryan to his Sharpay in bop to the top when they auditioned for mamma mia in high school Terry’s glasses were broken in both lenses somehow, and he was flexing his arm in the way that he had done ever since his elbow had gotten popped out of the socket, oh so many years ago.
Lark’s brother was sat on the stairs, twisting his ring and glaring at his shoelaces, for some reason, as if he wanted to ground them into next month. Lark couldn’t quite say he disagreed with the sentiment. The next time he saw his nephew, ooh boy. No more late night Uncle-Lark-Can’t-Sleep-And-You-Spend-Too-Much-Time-Hyperfixating-On-Random-Shit-So-We’re-Going-To-Get-Ice-Cream trips, that was for sure.
He was snapped out of his stewing by Grant lightly hitting him in the arm.
“What the hell even happened, man?”
Lark dragged a hand across his face. “Nick’s kid broke the glass on the Whale’s tank,” Sparrow and Terry’s heads both snapped to him. Lark winced. “And then I ran in, slipped, fell into the tank, and shattered it.”
Grant’s jaw was practically on the floor. “Holy shit dude, how are you even moving right now?”
Lark smirked. “Dunno, but what I do know is that I’m gonna kill that teenager.”
The walk to the parking lot was silent, none of them wanting to actually admit that they had gotten their asses handed to them by their own kids. Lark pushed the door open into the parking lot, sopping wet, sore, and pissed.
He locked onto the kids and opened his mouth, about to relish in the rare gift that was yelling obscenities and Sparrow not scolding him for it. However, his joy and anger vanished quickly and his mouth closed with an audible click.
From behind him, Lark vaguely heard Grant’s gun drop onto the pavement in surprise and Sparrow gasp out a “holy shit”. Then Terry let out an anguished sob and Lark thought that that about summed it up.
their captor, the mean one, the head purple robe, the one who forgot to feed them, the one that tried to kill their dads, the one that tried to kill “spare-ow” because having two backups was unnecessary, the one that gave him his first scar that even henry didn’t know about, ron’s deadbeat dad that tried to kill his own son, the one who killed a man in front of his nephew, the one manipulating terry’s daughter
Willy.
Willy Stampler was holding the headless body of the very sixteen-year-old that Lark had been planning to yell at until he was blue in the face. Like watching a train crash, he followed the trail of blood to Taylor Swift’s head at the feet of Scary Marlowe, who was gripping a net so tight that her knuckles were white. Her jeans were splattered with blood. She looked horrified, and mere seconds away from sobbing.
Normally Swallows-Oak-Garcia normie, norm, his nephew, his star, his kiddo, his ice cream partner, Teeny the Teen was shrieking nonsensically on the ground, his knees appearing to have given out entirely, and he pulled at his hair as tears streamed down his face.
Lincoln Li-Wilson link, his godson, the kid who he’d watched take his first steps, the kid who’d somehow gotten taller than him in the years that he’d been banned from the Li-Wilson household, in all of his six-foot-three glory, was glaring at Willy with an intensity that could’ve killed a man.
Lark wondered why he hadn’t jumped at the man already, and then saw the cause. He was supporting the small DC-obsessed kid, the one that had spent two months monologuing himself into identity crisis after identity crisis and also apparently had a crush on his nephew? who was leaning his entire body weight on the taller kid, face blank except for a few stray tears working their way down.
Willy looked bored. Taylor’s body thumped on the ground as he checked his watch. “Ugh. I really thought that this would be faster, huh kiddo? Guess some parents just don’t care.”
Scary Marlowe teresa, terry the third, terry jr jr, the emo one, mini-him, edgelord supreme, the one he somehow knew the least even though they had sat at the same table at the wedding squeaked.
Her fingers flew free from their fisted prisons and Lark could see both the indent of the netting and the bloody crescents from her nails etched into her palms.
The net dropped heavily onto Taylor’s head (Lark choked back the bile rising in his throat) and his stupid pork-pie hat tipped off and onto Scary’s shoes.
Normal had stopped shrieking and was full-on sobbing into the ground. And then Row, his better side, his beautiful half, his twin, his six-minutes-older brother, the man that had saved his life time over time, the man that had taken him in without a second thought when he realized that Lark was sleeping on the streets, Sparrow Oak-Garcia stepped forward. His foot caught on a loose piece of gravel and it skittered across the blacktop, catching the attention of everyone.
Lark managed to drag his eyes away from the decapitated child in front of him and lock them onto Sparrow as he addressed the children with what he hoped would be their saving grace.
“Would this be a bad time to say I told you so?”
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narcissusbrokenmirror · 10 months
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i like to imagine Julie And The Phantoms having a glow up inside the show as a band. Like nothing drastic bc we may keep their essence, but as the boys and Julie get more famous, their agent would suggest them doing a little rebranding, not a total makeover bc neither the boys or Julie would be down for that, but like small improvements.
Reggie, classic rock guy w his leather jackey, chains, basic tank top and flannel, would go well w some eyeliner. (especially after Julie says it brings out his eyes)
Luke, specimen of rip off shirts and stained coats, imagine showing up to stage w cropped shirts and jeans filled w patches of his favorites rock bands and artists,(I know he owns crop tops im not making this up entirely) ripped off jeans, maybe something wrapped around his arms (like in Now Or Never)
Alex, unconventional rock guy who mostly wears pastel and light colors ( i love him for it), doesn't really go for a change on his wardrobe, but rather put on hoop earrings on his lobes, golden, i think it'd fit him well (might or might have not beem suggested by Willie) and. bc i think he'd look good, a nose ring (nostril piercing).
and Julie, oh she's a star. She'd go for a lot diy stuff, leaning into punk, there's shirts with drawings she doodled, customized stuff, embroidery, she'd also dye streaks of her hair, purple streaks that fall into different colors on the ends (blue, red, pink) and maybe some glitter for her makeup.
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animesmolbean · 20 days
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A World of Pure Imagination
Author's Note: Wonka was released on Max yesterday (March 8th)! Whoo! I started watching it last night, and I couldn't help but feel so giddy while watching it! It's such a sweet and endearing movie! I stopped after "For a Moment," and I'll watch the rest later. Maybe I'll watch it as I write the rest of the story. That probably won't happen, though, because I love this movie so much, lol. .
Anyways, this chapter was so much fun and surprisingly easy chapter to write! But picking who sings what was a bit difficult, but I got it! 😁
I love this song! It's so catchy, and it shows the impact Wonka's chocolate is having. It's such a fun dancing song, too!
Also, I had to put two GIFs in this time. I couldn't choose between the two, lol. They were both too good!
Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️
Chapter 7: You've Never Had Chocolate Like This
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Yin felt the excitement course through his body as he, Willy, and Noodle discussed their plan for the day. After talking about plans all night, the whole team was ready to sell chocolate.
As Noodle talked to Willy about what to do when they spot the police, Yin was distracted. He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful chocolatier. He was dressed as a waiter for a restaurant, part of his disguise, and Yin couldn't keep his eyes off him. Not only was it a bit strange seeing him dressed so formal, but it was a change that made Yin's heart skip a beat.
"Yin! Are you there?"
The boy snapped out of his trance and looked at the person talking. "Yeah. I'm here, Noodle..." His words trailed off again as he felt himself blush with embarrassment.
"You're clear with the plan?" She asked.
"Yeah..." Yin muttered with a nod, still looking dazed.
"You have to be ready to catch Willy when he goes into the storm drain. Got it?"
Yin just nodded with a hum.
Noodle sighed and shook her head while smiling fondly. 'He's hopeless.' She thought to herself.
Willy chuckled at the interaction. "You'll do great." He told the slightly flustered boy.
Yin nodded at the curly haired boy. "Okay."
They heard the church bell ring, signaling the start of the day.
"All right. It's time to sell some chocolate!" Willy said with excitement. Noodle nodded and got into position. Before Willy could go, Yin grabbed his wrist. "Wait, Willy." He said, his voice soft.
"Yes, Yin?" Willy looked at him.
Yin bit his bottom lip shyly and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "You look great." He said softly.
Willy felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment. He looked to the side for a second before turning back to the adorable boy in front of him.
"Thank you." He said with a soft smile. He took his free hand and placed it on Yin's cheek, his thimb caressing the area. The action made Yin blush more, but he smiled sweetly. "Good luck." Yin whispered, releasing Willy's wrist from his hold. Willy smiled more and nodded at the boy before he pulled away and jogged over to where he needed to be. He already missed Yin's touch.
Yin jogged over to Noodle, who was smirking at the lovestruck boy. "You're so in love." She teased. "Shut up." Yin muttered with a chuckle. Noodle laughed at her friend.
The two started to watch Willy as he approached a man who just got rejected by his partner. Ouch.
"Monsieur, can I help you?" Willy asked the man in a French accent. Yin had to keep himself from giggling uncontrollably.
The man replied, "Hello waiter. Do you have anything for a broken heart?"
(A/N:
Willy (Purple)
Yin (Blue)
Ensemble (Black)
Noodle (Green)
If you see parentheses around a repeated line before it, the two people are singing it together. But if it's in parentheses AND slanted, it's said right after the first time.)
🎵So the taxis never stop
The girls think you're a flop
You're wet and cold, you're getting old, your confidence is shot🎵
"It's true." The man admitted.
🎵When people look at you
They seem to look straight through
Or, like you're something brown they found upon the bottom of their shoe🎵
"Have you been following me?"
Willy moved to being in front of him. He put a napkin on the table and like magic, when he pulled it away, underneath it was one of his new creations.
🎵But this should lift the gloom
My giraffe-milk macaroon
Just take a chance and you'll be dancing to a different tune
Goodbye to feeling small
And frightened of it all
Just eat a few of these, and you'll be feeling ten feet tall🎵
The man tried one of the treats. Then, he had a second one. He felt a transformation happen, and suddenly, he was feeling more confident.
Customers watched as Willy and the man, with his newfound confidence, got onto the tables and started to dance.
🎵Wеll, there's chocolate
And thеre's chocolate (and there's chocolate)
Only Wonka's makes your confidence skyrockelet (Only Wonka's makes your confidence skyrockelet)
Put your hand into your pockelet
Get yourself some Wonka chocolate🎵
Customers clamored over to Willy, paying to get his chocolate. The man, feeling more confident than ever, walked up to his partner, Barbara.
🎵Madame, just one kiss
Yes, please🎵
The two kiss.
Yin and Noodle watched the scene with smiles on their faces. Then, Yin saw the police coming from a distance. He tapped on Noodle's shoulder. "The police are coming." Noodle looked before nodding. Yin ran to where he needed to go.
🎵You've never had chocolate like this
No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
Noodle whistled, signaling to Willy that the police were coming. Acting fast, Willy got off the table and ran into an alleyway and jumped into the open storm drain.
Yin was already at the bottom, and he caught the chocolatier as he fell. Piper closed th storm drain, hiding them. Yin looked at Willy, his hands on the man's waist.
"Well?"
Willy smiled widely. "It was a success. They were buying the chocolate!" He replied with excitement. "Yay!" Yin said happily. Willy laughed at the cute boy.
The two stayed put for some time, enjoying the delightful silence until Yin spoke up.
"Hey, um, Willy?"
"Hmm?"
"When we do this again tomorrow, can I do it?"
"You want to sell my chocolate with me?"
Yin nodded, smiling. Willy matched his smile and placed his hands on Yin's shoulders. "Of course you can! How can I refuse?"
Yin's smile got even bigger.
(Transition)
It was a new day, and two ladies were discussing Willy Wonka's latest creation. Word was being spread now.
🎵Have you tried his new one?🎵
"No."
🎵Oh, you've got to have a go
Just pop one in, and everything becomes a Broadway show🎵
Yin, disguised as a ticket collector, gave the ladies the chocolate after paying. They started to sing and dance.
🎵The news that makes you gasp
The jokes that make you laugh
All that you say and do all day will be choreographed
(All that you say and do all day will be choreographed)🎵
(Transition to nighttime)
It was now nighttime, and Willy was disguised as a barber, attending to a balding customer, along with two others.
🎵Lost your hair, can't think where
Feeling fairly bare up there
Don't despair, I come prepared
Behold my hair repair-it claire🎵
Willy showed the three men the treat, who wolf them down eagerly. A hairless cat ate the leftover one.
🎵It's made from ground vanilla
From the markets of Manila
Take heed, eat more than three, and you'll end up like a gorilla🎵
(Transitioning between the two)
🎵Well, there's chocolate🎵
The passengers on the tram were dancing like they were on Broadway.
🎵And there's chocolate🎵
The three balding men now were sporting full hair-dos. Even the cat now had full fur.
🎵Only Wonka's makes you hop around the clockelet🎵
Yin watched with a big smile at everyone enjoying the chocolate. Until he heard Lottie ring the bell to warn him. Knowing who was coming, Yin ran towards the back of the tram where Abacus opened a hatch into the engine compartment. Yin slid through it and down into an open storm drain below.
Willy was at the bottom, and he caught the boy, arms around his waist. Yin's hands on Willy's shoulders.
"How it go?"
Yin smiled widely and reached into the pocket of his disguise and showed Willy the money he collected. "All of them bought it!" He said excitedly.
Willy laughed out of excitement and hugged Yin. "We're doing it!"
Yin blushed hard at Willy, hugging him, but he smiled and hugged the chocolatier back. The two embraced excitedly, hopping on their toes as the passengers sang. Even hearing the police chief and Officer Affable sing joyfully about how great Willy's chocolate is.
"By the way... you look great dressed like that." Willy said as he pulled away to look at Yin. Yin felt his cheeks warm up, but he smiled shyly. "Thank you."
(Transition to nighttime)
After a successful day, everyone retired to their rooms in the wash house.
Meanwhile, the main trio was in Noodle's room. Noodle wrote the word "Cat" on a blackboard. Willy was seated in a child's school chair, learning to read. Yin was standing close by, watching.
🎵Well, there's literate and illiterate
Can you tell me what this word is?
Not a bit of it🎵
Yin snickered at the two. Noodle sighed but continued.
🎵Well, that's a vowel, and that's a consonant
What's that now? You're talking nonsenense🎵
Yin laughed this time. Willy looked at the young man with a soft smile. Noodle sighed in exasperation.
🎵I should call it quits🎵
Abucus appeared with a jar of money.
🎵But you've never sold chocolate like this🎵
He was right. They were making a lot of money. Yin looked over to Willy, seeing he was creating something out of the paper on the desk.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.
Willy smiled. "You'll see in a moment."
Yin waited patiently as Willy finished and showed him what he created. An origami rose. "For you." He said, handing it to Yin. Yin blushed lightly as he took it. "Thank you."
(Transition)
Days went by, and Willy Wonka was making more profit with his chocolate. The three chocolatiers were in the vault, berating the Chief. Fickelgruber started.
🎵Well, there's chocolate🎵
"I understand that." The Chief said.
Prodnose joined in.
🎵And there's chocolate🎵
"Totally true." The Chief agreed.
Slugworth came in, equally annoyed as his two colleagues.
🎵Only Wonka drives a hole right through our profilets🎵
Slugworth's secretary, Mrs. Bon Bon showed their profit charts. They were going down exponentially.
"Yes, but what I'm trying to tell you is that -" The Chief tried to explain, but he was interrupted by Fickelgruber.
🎵If we don't get on top of this, we'll go bust,🎵
The other chocolatiers joined.
🎵Choco-pocalypse!🎵
Fickelgruber added.
🎵We'll cease to exist🎵
The Chief finally got to talk.
🎵But fellas, you've never had chocolate like this🎵
He hands them each a Broadway chocolate, as they are called. They taste it despite their fury, immediately breaking into a joyful song and dance.
🎵No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
(Transition)
Willy and Yin are in the town square, back where it started selling from a little cart. A huge crowd surrounds the pair, buying chocolate as fast as they can.
🎵Well, there's chocolate (well, there's chocolate)
And there's chocolate (and there's chocolate)
Only mine'll find you buying wedding frockelets (only his will find you buying wedding frockelets)🎵
The man, named Colin and Barbara, came out of the cathedral, just married.
🎵We have just tied the knot, and it's
All because of Wonka's chocolate🎵
The crowd celebrated this occasion.
🎵Off to a life of bliss🎵
Yin walked to the front of the cart, handing out chocolates to paying customers.
🎵You've never had chocolate like this
No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
Willy joined Yin in front of the singing and dancing crowd.
🎵Have you ever had chocolate like this?🎵
The pair joined the dancing.
🎵No, we've never had chocolate
No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
The pair were dancing, hand in hand, and spinning each other. Then they heard Larry, and then Noodle whistled. The police were in sight. Willy motioned Yin to go to the storm drain. Yin nodded and weaved through the dancing crowd to get to it. He made it and jumped down, landing on his feet. He saw Willy, who jumped down, closing the storm drain. Yin caught him. However, in Willy's panicked state, he didn't give Yin enough time to prepare to catch him.
So, when Yin caught Willy, the pair fell down, Yin on his back and Willy on top of him. The two groaned at the feeling.
"I'm so sorry, Yin. Are you hurt?" He asked, looking over and checking him for injuries. Yin sat up and placed a hand on Willy's shoulder.
"It's alright." Willy looked at the boy. Yin felt a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "I'm... fine." He said slowly. He got lost in Willy's hypnotizing hazel eyes.
The two stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds until Willy sighed softly in relief. "That's good." He got off of Yin, and offered his hand out to the young man.
Yin, flattered and feeling butterflies in his stomach, took Willy's hand. Willy pulled him up onto his feet and helped the boy dust himself off.
Once they finished, Yin looked at Willy with a big smile. "This is working out. I can't believe how successful this has been!"
"You didn't think it would?" Willy asked, looking a bit sad that Yin didn't believe in the plan.
Yin quickly shook his head no. "No, no, no. I was just worried about...."
"Worried about what?"
"You. I was worried about you. Getting caught by the police. I didn't want you to get hurt."
Willy's look softened at Yin's concern. "Oh, Yin, that's so sweet of you to think that." He took Yin's hands and gave them a squeeze. "But you don't have to worry. I'm a magician. They won't catch me." He said with a playful smile, reaching up and booping Yin's nose with his index finger.
Yin giggled at Willy's silliness. "I believe you." He said, returning the playful gesture to Willy. Willy scrunched his nose a bit at the action but laughed along with Yin.
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