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honestlyfrance · 3 years

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I Am Trying to Break Your Heart by Lunar_Pull

Today is the day that Steve received an invitation to the love of his life’s wedding.

Philopatry by Areiton

"I want to be safe," he says. "But I'm not." "Then why come here? Why put me at risk?" Something flickers in his eyes, little boy lost and utterly cold, and it makes Sam want to give the dude a hug and also pull his sidearm. "I have no reason to hurt you," Winter says. "I don't want to hurt you," Bucky adds, earnestly.

farmhouse by Tazmaster

"You know, I think I'd want a farmhouse."

"A what?" Sam turns to look at him, slightly annoyed. This was the first thing Bucky has said in the past hour and a half they've been cramped in this god forsaken car. He had a knack for impulsively voicing his dumb thoughts at the worst times, but whenever you wanted to know what was actually going on in that head of his, he'd never say.

They were staking out the front gate of a large mansion, very much not a farmhouse. It was mind numbingly boring, being stuck in a beetle with absolutely nothing else to do than stare at the gaudy gates of some rich asshole.

"A farmhouse," Bucky repeats nonchalantly, "If we ever get out of this business, or you know, live long enough to retire maybe--- I want a farmhouse. With a lot of animals."

---

Bucky keeps talking about a farmhouse and it drives Sam crazy, that is until he finally asks why.

Employee Discount by bopeep for queenmab_scherzo

Sam Wilson doesn't love working in a store that makes him wear vanity-sized polos and breathe in clouds of men's cologne like the worst kind of GQ aromatherapy, but the view from his cash register across the mall to the Hot Topic and the sullen Dark Prince of Wallet Chains he loves to hate may just beat the minimum wage blues.

In warm water, swimming down by targaryen_melodrama

“Why are you hiding?””Tired.”Bucky raises an eyebrow. “So you decided to swim.”“So I decided to be alone.”Bucky’s quiet for a moment. “I can go, if you want.”It’s the last thing Sam wants.

I figured out what the slashes mean by Teaismycoffee

Sam, Steve and Bucky are all living together in a safe house. Bucky and Sam discover fan fiction written about them. Steve doesn't approve. Sam and Bucky are really into secretly reading fan fiction together, or maybe it isn't the fan fiction part they are really into.

Chicken Soup for the Soul by bioloyg

“S’not my bed time,” Sam says as he buries his face in Bucky’s upper arm. Bucky laughs. “Tough. You’re sick.” Sam lets out a loan groan and says, “But my bed is cold. I was so warm, why’d you move me?” “Because your neck would’ve hated you if I didn’t.” He tries not to be so amused by how fussy Sam is when he’s both sick and half-asleep. It’s cute. ~ A fic wherein Bucky takes care of a sick Sam.

two nights in L.A. by CapnWinghead

Bucky kindly volunteered Sam to be a groomsman for Scott’s upcoming wedding. Of course, that meant Sam and Bucky had to go to the bachelor party.

at the end of the war (what's mine is yours) by notcaycepollard

They don't talk about it: that's how it works.

I'd Like That by honestlydarkprincess

Sam has been up for over 24 hours and has been dreaming about his Coffee Caramel Fudge non-dairy ice cream since about the 18-hour mark. When he gets to the store, there's only one carton of it left and, unfortunately for the guy innocently holding said carton, Sam's not leaving without it.

Or, the one where Sam is sleep deprived, yells at a cute guy, and gets both ice cream and a phone number out of it.

Ready, Set, Date! by bioloyg

Bucky wants to sleep, Natasha wants to find him a date for Steve's wedding (so he'll leave her alone), and Sam is the best thing about this whole speed dating disaster. But, Sam's not in the speed date rotations - he's at a different table weathering through dates just like Bucky is. ~ "Three dates in, Bucky decides he has made one of the worst decisions in all of his life by coming here. His first date had been an attractive enough man by the name of Greg. He introduces himself as “The Big G,” to which Sam laughs at in the middle of introducing himself to his own date. Greg likes to talk about cars a lot, which is fine. Bucky also likes cars. The only problem is that Greg’s love for cars borders on… erotic."

We'll rise up free and easy by Sarsaparilla, woofgender

Steve and Natasha are away on a mission when Sam receives intel about the Winter Soldier’s location. When he follows the lead, Sam finds something unexpected—but despite his initial impression, it’s certainly not all bad. (Post-CATWS, not AOU- or CACW-compliant.)

__________ "'Jesus Christ,' Sam said, 'Are you planning on fighting an entire army?'

Barnes looked up from examining the sights of a sniper rifle. '...no,' he said, a little guiltily, and adjusted one of the--five? Six? guns he’d already strapped to himself."

love is in the air (i smell coffee) by Flora_K, hermionesmydawg

Sam Wilson - graduate student, part-time barista, part-time salesman, and full-time father - doesn't have time to sleep, much less date. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Up at Night by bioloyg for lunaaltare

With Halloween nearing, Sam is feeling more in the mood for a scary movie than usual. He'd never watch one on his own though, so he invites his roommate to pick one out and join in on movie night. or Prompt fill for Samtember ~ "It’s quiet for a while after that. Like always, the two of them start on opposite sides of the queen sized bed with at least a foot of space between them. And, like always, they drift closer to one another as time passes, though whether it’s habitual or instinctual Sam would never dare delve into."

flowers in darkness, the moon above the sea by 27dis

Sam enjoyed his job, really.

But, not when a certain person came in.

A quick detour and a sudden arrival by iwillnotbecaged for heuradys

He found Wilson shivering in the snow, left for dead. Sloppy.

You couldn’t trust the elements to do your job for you. They were rarely so obliging.

A mission gone awry, unexpected help, and close quarters makes for an interesting couple of days.

Don't lock the door on me by TuskFM

Sam’s desperately trying to sleep when he gets a visit from the Winter Soldier at three a.m., bleeding and asking for help. Sam’s not the kind of guy who let someone bleed out on his front door, even if the said someone threw him off an helicarrier and stole his wheel.

and i run, further than before by hermionesmydawg

"What do they call you?" Bucky carefully pulls out an equal amount of caramel and cheese kernels of popcorn and pops them into his mouth. "Birdman?"

"No."

"Captain Canary?"

"Hell no."

"The Winged Avenger?"

"Falcon, dammit, and I am not an Avenger," Sam snaps, and now he's kinda pissed because yes, it's a bird name. He didn't sign up for this kind of ridicule from an amnesiac assassin.

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Basically, the 5 times Sam actually found Bucky and the 1 time he tried to hide from him. Don't tell Steve.

Exquisite Flavor by enchantedlightningwrites for honestlyfrance

W&M's Grand Corner's growing to be one of the popular restaurants in New York, where Sam Wilson works as a chef for his sister. A wedding's in a few weeks and he has no idea on what to do about it. Notorious for his picky taste and blunt reviews, Bucky 'Winter Wolf' Barnes pays a visit. Little did he know, food could really win one's heart and lands on his stomach.

He's a Beta, You Hear That? by 27dis

Reasons why Sam didn’t realize Bucky was courting him this entire time: 1. He is a beta 2. He is oblivious 3. He thought Bucky is way out of his league 4. He is a beta for fuck’s sake

See? It’s hardly his fault for not noticing it. Why was Bucky flirting with him anyw—

Oh. Oh.

Or; Bucky swore flirting with someone was never this hard before.

stay where we belong by glittercake

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing when he turns around and shouts, "Yo! You know what—" and Barnes turns on his heel in a flash, "It's getting late, man. Looks like rain."

Sam motions to the grey sky above, and Barnes follows his eyes beyond the hanging Willow branches. "Yeah? What are you saying?"

He's got that terribly smug look on his face, the one Sam can't stand but kind of misses when it's not irritating him. But mostly, he can't stand it, "Nothing! Forget about it!"

Arms Spread Out Wide, Turn Falling Into Flight by irisesandlilies

It was easy, nothing has ever been easy for Bucky. Except this, and that terrifies him.

Years in the making by glittercake

Bucky and Sam meet as two young soldiers, but the time is never quite right to make it anything more. Until it eventually is.

Sam refuses to let himself fall in love while he's deployed. Bucky pines endlessly for years about the prettiest bird he’s ever seen. Sam’s no better.

If At First You Don't Succeed by SonnyD

Bucky finally gains the courage to tell Sam about his feelings. He comes up with a list of methods to woo him that were bound to succeed. He didn't account for each and every one of them failing in unexpected ways. The five times that Bucky attempts to woo Sam and the one time that Sam returns the favour.

if i could take us back, if i could just do that... by safelikespringtime

Bucky laughed, cheeks flushing red, “I’m glad you didn't. Don't know what I’d do without my wingman.” Sam groaned, poking Bucky’s side, “That was awful.” Bucky laughed. “You couldn’t survive without me. We both know it.”

How right he was.

***

Sam dies. Bucky mourns.

Strawberries and Cigarettes always taste like you by winterscaptsam

There’s a sweet agonizing simplicity in leaving behind your safe haven, like the thrill of adrenaline, reaching the top of Everest, allowed to admire its beautiful icy view but with the everlasting fear of not making it back down. Maybe that's why it was a natural instinct for Bucky to reach out for the closest thing that felt like home, slowly then all at once falling for the sweet warmth of mahogany eyes, what soon became his safe haven.

Baked With Love by Siancore

Bucky Barnes’ family owns a bakery in a small town. High school has long been over, and Bucky is dying to move to the city to pursue a musical career with his band. And his future looks promising, if he can just persuade his father to let him leave his job behind at their struggling family bakery.

It is no secret that Bucky used to love baking with his father, but things change. He just can’t fathom wasting his life away watching rising dough and hot ovens. With his mind made up to leave, Bucky convinces his father to advertise for a replacement. While interviewing candidates to fill the position he has vacated, Bucky meets Sam Wilson: An easy-going guy who is as eager about baking as Bucky is about leaving. They bond over baking and become close. Love looks like it is ready to bloom between them if Bucky, in his haste to escape, does not ruin it.

Beneath this Crown by winterscaptsam

Sam traces his fingers from James’ hairline, down to his jaw, resting the pad of his thumb on James lips. He will let himself relish in this feeling. Not even the sculptors, painters or poets could carve their words and materials to accurately describe this.

“Do you think the history books will remember us?” Sam had once asked. And James’ words were made of the purest of golds, “my love, we will be legends for the children yet to come.”

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes' love story, one a prince and the other a knight.

make my body come alive (i've got a right to hurt inside) by notcaycepollard

The body is weak. The body is hungry and soft and human. He looks at himself in the mirror, the bones of his shoulders, his cheeks hollowed out from hunger, and he thinks, gentle, you didn’t deserve this.

safe like spring time by quidhitch

“I already told you it looks good. What more is there?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re gonna live here. I just wish I knew a little bit more about how that’s sitting with you.”

Sam knows Bucky feels fine. What Sam’s probably actually after is how he feels about the fact neither of them have anywhere else to go, not with Natasha dead and Steve wrinkly. Therapists. Even the good ones, always so circular.

“I like the terrace,” Bucky offers, mostly to appease him.

Airy Laundry by AmarieMelody

Sam watches what happens when Bucky buys a clothesline.

lucky by CapnWinghead

In retrospect, it took Bucky an embarrassingly long time to realize that everyone and Scott's mom thought he and Sam were dating.

not an end, but (the start of all things) by notcaycepollard

They keep driving, for lack of anything better to do. A mission, Sam had said, and maybe that's true; maybe wherever they're headed is the way out, the way up.

So You Run On Gasoline by 343EnderSpark, ABitNotGoodieBag, OriginalCeenote

Bucky may have bitten off more than he could chew with this job, he thinks, as he ambles along the sidewalk to the cafe after leaving campus. He is running off the fumes of exhaustion and hasn’t had more than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the past week. Between his students and his thesis, he knows that it’s foolish to try so hard to hang on to his barista gig, but DC isn’t a cheap place to live and Bucky can’t live with other people.

Bucky is just trying his best, despite being a human disaster.

we could jump the state lines (we only get the one life) by notcaycepollard

It starts in Paris.

“You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.

“Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”

we were a fire with no smoke by notcaycepollard

Sam can’t help but roll his eyes. Take the boys out of New York but they’re still Brooklyn Catholics, that’s clear enough. Bucky catches the gesture, smirks hard enough Sam can see his eye teeth. It should be dangerous but he’s beautiful, pale and charming and recklessly easy.

“You wanna come in?” Sam asks, ignoring the noise Steve makes, and Bucky’s smile gets wider.

“Yeah,” he says. Steps up close to Sam. “I do.”

Peace Begins with a Smile by Siancore

Bucky just likes the way Sam smiles.

They're Good Drones, Brent by chase_acow

When Redwing becomes infected with an alien A.I., Sam has to balance the needs of the team with his own curiosity about his new partner. Redwing isn’t the only one acting strange, he also needs to get to the bottom of Bucky’s weirdness. It takes a training exercise gone wrong that Redwing and Sam might not survive for their secrets to be exposed.

Wet Asphalt (This Is What Love Is) by ObviouslyOtter

Soft words in the dark tell us all we need to know about love. Better when they come from the person you need to hear it from most. It's crueler when you don't realize it till afterward.

Sam and Bucky go out shopping for candles.

i'm gone by bi_marvel

After infiltrating a Hydra base, Sam and Bucky are sent to a safe house, and there's only one bed. Oh, golly, I wonder what will happen!

Covert Coffee & Flirtation Special by glittercake

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

The Starting Line by birdlight

A Series

Lone and Level Sands by quantum_consciousness

The almost-smile disappears off Sam’s face and he takes a step deeper into the water, and he starts unbuttoning his shirt as he wades further. One look over his shoulder and he chucks the shirt to shore, and Sam dives into the water. The ache in Bucky’s chest deepens as Sam swims. He supposes, Sam has lost a lot more, he supposes, sometimes Sam feels as lonely as he used to.

in which love doesn’t ruin us by joesnick

“Idiot,” Bucky said, so natural and deliberate that she couldn’t hear well but it was there. Relief and happiness under a small light. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“Hey, I’m here,” Sam said, before getting closer and pressing his forehead against Bucky’s. “I’m here.” They ran out of words. They didn’t need them, not at that moment. Their steadying breaths and their tenderness, saved only for each other and fed by each other, was all they needed.

Ride of Shared Melodies by enchantedlightningwrites for honestlyfrance

Two strangers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson meet in an unexpected encounter in the airplane. Over the course of the ride, they discover their mutual love for music and connect.

Let's Fly Away by Unclesteeb

"If I could fly, I could go anywhere. I could do anything.”

Sam’s mom gives his shoulder a gentle pat. “You can in your own way.”

“How?”

“Sammy, all you have to do to be as free as a bird is to just do the right thing.”

Sam furrows his brow. “What does that mean?”

“Well,” Sam's mom starts. “The right thing is doing nice things for people. It's treating everyone how you would want to be treated. It's going out of your way to help people and love them, even if they're not nice to you at first or at all. People deserve love, and I know you have plenty to give.” She leans down to give his cheek a kiss. “All you have to do to find your wings and fly free is to just do what you feel is right. You have a beautiful heart, Sam. I know you'll use it the right way. Then you'll fly.”

Been one of those days (can I lean on you?) by hazel_eyed_bi

Sam and Bucky wrap up an exhausting, weeks-long mission, only to go back to their mutual pining while forced to share a bed at a crappy motel. Also, Nat knows what's up.

Find your love and fight for it by winterscaptsam

Sam learns to love again, quiet and composed. Love letters stay in between walls and stolen kisses don’t leave his apartment. It's not that it's a secret, loving Bucky the way he does, lord knows he’d scream it from the rooftops, travel all the way to space to let any living life form know it as well. But that’s the problem, he just doesn’t know how and it aches him to his core to keep Bucky like a secret, like this love is something to be ashamed of.

Sam decides it's about time to come out.

Kings of Everything by glittercake

Twenty-five years after the events at a popular New York Bistro, Timothy DumDum Dugan tells the true story of infamous mobster Jimmy Buchanan and the man he gave it all up for.

arson we commit by winterscaptsam

Bucky seeks adventure, reaches out for an adrenaline rush whenever he can get it and he reckons this fellow will be the one to give it to him. All sweet smiled and dolled up figure showing off his attributes. Like he’s daring anyone to take the rush.

So, Bucky goes and gets what he wants.

“What’s your damage, doll?”

Bucky is the hitman and Sam is the target.

The Boys of Summer by Siancore for avintagekiss24

Sam Wilson returns home to the small town he grew up in to complete his med school residency. He hasn’t been back for an extended amount of time since he left for college. While he only consistently kept in touch with childhood friend, Steve Rogers, he was keen to see the people he had grown up with. With the exception of Bucky Barnes. They had a falling out the summer before Sam left for college. What happened between them? Can they move past it now that they’re adults?

Sam's Plan by OhHelloFandoms123

“I have a plan,” Sam said smugly, hands on his hips. “I have a three-step plan for you to marry me.” At first, he thought he was joking. Then, he saw Sam’s genuine smile.

Bucky groaned, “there is no way in HELL that I’m marrying YOU, Wilson.”

Wreck In the West by OhHelloFandoms123 for honestlyfrance

There’s just something about leaning on his chest as the sun goes down and the smell of tea whilst into the air feels so amazing. And he was a wreck because of it, it tore him apart and put himself back together because it was so blissful, he almost couldn’t breathe at first.

Gay cowboy proposal.

Belonging Season by OhHelloFandoms123

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes have lived their most happy, married life for 70 years. Death won’t stop them today for living an eternity.

neverending; by glittercake

Sam passes away after a long and happy life with Bucky, but Bucky never ages and life keeps introducing him to Sam's reincarnates for the next 156 years.

Lighthouse by glittercake

This guy’s trouble. Bucky knows that in his bones. It’s not bad trouble, is the problem, it’s good. Sam is so goddamn inherently good and if Bucky even touches that with a ten foot pole—fuck if he even looks at it—it’ll turn to shit.

He can’t afford another move to yet another city because his colleagues started recognizing Brock’s fist prints on his face.

But Sam is a ridiculously bright glowing light, a beacon, and Bucky goes toward it like that idiotic moth to the flame.

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phoenix-manga · 4 years

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Precious Glass [pt. 1]

(NOTE: I was going to wait until I made some sketches for the fics but they might take too long, so I’ll just post the story now before I re-edit and add the pics later, I’ll post them in my art blog at the same time too)

There is no one in the Rose Kingdom who doesn’t know of the name, Divus Crewel, unless they live under a rock. The man with the iconic black and white hair and signature fur coat, not to mention he’s always brought his smoking pipe with him to wherever he goes.

Divus Crewel is a man who has high standards for being a perfectionist when it comes to the clothes he wears; he won’t settle for anything that doesn't meet even one of his standards.

Plenty of fashion brands try to design new clothes and hope he’ll review them, though his criticism is rather scathing and even downright blunt, it’s what makes the products better and boosts the sales.

But because of his reputation as the Monster Fashionista, many give up and couldn’t handle his brutal honesty. Gaspard was well aware of Divus’ reputation and although he knows that if he approves of the shoes that he created, then his business will flourish from his stamp of approval. But he’s such a soft-hearted man, he still feels like his designs aren’t ready to present to the big leagues of the fashion world.

So, that’s why he decided to play safe and chose to present it to a noble who wanted some shoes to match his newest outfit. Gaspard decided to take the opportunity to travel to the Rose Kingdom to deliver his shoes, he brought his precious daughter, Ella with him.

The carriage arrived at the noble’s estate where the father and daughter got off the carriage and were invited inside by the butler. When Gaspard presented the shoes, the noble was very impressed by his work that he wanted to invite him as his plus one along with his daughter as thanks.

Though Gaspard thought that it was too much for some footwear, it was a good opportunity to be introduced to more social elites who can help boost his business. So, he took the invitation and thanked the noble before heading home with his daughter in tow.

When the day of the party came, Gaspard and Ella went inside the grand venue along with the noble and his wife. He held with him a fancy bag containing his latest designs to show off to. The entire place was a paradise for the Glaciels, everywhere is a gold mine for new inspiring designs. The ladies with the feathered fans and mermaid dresses, the gentlemen with silk coats and shiny leather shoes, the family of two can’t help but zone out a bit during the event.

But Gaspard was snapped out of his daydreaming when the noble mentioned his name and beckoned him to come forward. He let Ella sit on a nearby chair as he took out one of his eye-catching works and presented it to the group.

The noblemen have gathered around him to marvel at his craftsmanship. While he was busy with entertaining business opportunities, Ella’s attention was on a peculiar man with black and white hair that was lounging on a corner sofa, sipping red wine.

She took note of his red and black vest and the faux fur coat that he wore loosely, she noticed that her father just happened to pack a nice pair of shoes that would make his outfit better by a lot. Swinging her little legs off the chair to rummage in the bag, she pulls out a pair of black shoes with red outlining the bottom part with a red gem adorned on top. She speed-walked to the man, being mindful of the people she might bump into.

As she walked, some of the nobles looked to her in amusement and complimented on how doll-like she was in her baby blue dress. Once she reached her target however, the nobles paled as they know Divus isn’t probably fond of children and most tend to stay away from him.

Divus looked to his side and was mildly surprised to see a rather adorable little doll looking up at him with her bright blue eyes.

“Hello, sir!” She greets him with a perfectly executed curtsey, which makes him smirk. This little pup was very brave to speak to him, most children ran away from one look on his face, the entire situation was amusing to him. He decided to play along to see what the little pup could do.

“Good day to you as well, young lady… what business do you have with someone like me?”

“I noticed you wear a very dashing ensemble, and I couldn’t help but notice how it would look more dashing once you wear a new pair of shoes!” She presents the shoes to him wearing a proud smile.

That got the people nearby to start praying for the child, if there’s one thing Divus hates, its people questioning his fashion sense. They thought she’ll never live to see another day after this.

But Divus was silent, he wasn’t scowling… far from it, he was genuinely surprised at the child. He looked at the shoes she offered; they were absolutely marvelous. At first, he thought it was the child who made them, but she couldn’t have. She must know who the designer of the shoes was, and if she does then he might have to grab the opportunity to meet the designer of such exquisite shoes.

“Little lady, would you care to tell me who made these lovely shoes?” He grins at her and she nods her head before pointing to her father in the group over the other side of the room.

Divus gets up from his seat and puts down his wine glass on the table to walk towards where Gaspard and the others are, with Ella walking behind him.

As Divus was approaching, Gaspard started to notice how the others froze and started to back away from him, which made him worried. Did he come on too strong? Was he too forward and has now made it awkward for himself? Before he could even answer his thoughts, a gloved hand lands on his shoulder and he hears a deep voice full of pride. Divus grins at him when he turns his head to look.

“You must be that man who brought his dear little pup into this party~” he teased, not realizing that Gaspard just may have gotten pale.

“I-If my daughter did anything to offend you then-“, he was cut off by Divus chuckling, Gaspard thought he had a chance of staying clear of his radar, but he can’t exactly blame Ella for approaching him, he knows she likes to approach people who catch her eye.

“I must say, she was quite the salesperson when she approached me! Hardly anyone has managed to convince me to try anything other than what I picked; you know”

That caught him off guard, Divus was known for being extremely picky with his clothes and recommendations are risky unless you truly understand his tastes. He glanced at Ella who was holding his newest design in her tiny little hands, her smile is practically beaming with anticipation.

“I must know the name of the designer who made the shoes”

“I-I am Gaspard Antoine Glaciel, and this is my daughter… Ella Glaciel, p-pleased to meet you, Sir Crewel!”

“Glaciel? My, my… to think that I’d meet members of the famed Glaciel family”

“Famed?!”

“I’ve read articles about the Glasswork Kingdom and their fashion; I’ve always wanted to see for myself but I was always swamped with work… Your designer brand was always front cover of your kingdom's newspapers”

That was so surreal hearing from the monster fashionista, to think that Divus Crewel himself was looking into his business when he thought that his designs might not get accepted by him. He could feel a bit of shame for putting himself down just because he was scared of a bit of bluntness.

He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Divus handed him a business card, it contained his number and an address.

“It’s a pleasure to get acquainted with a fine man who sees fashion the way I do. If you ever have new designs please do contact me. I look forward to doing business with you~”

Gaspard’s jaw hung open as Divus walked off but not before turning back to him to say one last thing.

“Oh, and miss Ella… when you follow in your daddy’s footsteps please feel free to inform me when you start your own line of fashion”

Ella grins at him and waves goodbye before tugging on her father’s pants, he looks at her with a dumbfounded expression.

“Papa, I guess you were right! The Rose kingdom certainly has a big opportunity!” By the gods, the heavens just had to bless him with a child that’s bolder than a bear. Compared to her, he was a frightful deer.

He says nothing as he pockets the card and leads Ella to the buffet table to see if there are any cakes, he can give her as a reward for helping out with the family business.

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mypoisonedvine · 5 years

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13 for the NSFW promts? With Jaskier of course 💜

13. “I’m gonna get you off under this table and if you make a sound, you’re in big trouble.”

I already did one where Jask gets you off under a table (twice!) but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it again! This one turned out pretty different anyways, way more subtle than last time. And way fucking longer, oops.

Jaskier was a natural at banquets. He had that gift of gab where he could strike up a conversation with anyone and make them laugh. And that doesn’t even mention his entertainment: he seemed to always know what song to play to get everyone dancing. When the two of you were invited to a dinner simply as guests and not performers, you were curious to see if he would get bored without playing- or if he would just get up and play anyway, since he had a lot of impromptu performances anyways.

Well, it turned out he had a different plan for entertaining himself. While you were chatting up various other guests around the table, he placed a hand on your knee. The heavy tablecloth draped in such a way that you realized it would be hard to see where his arm was from any angle but your own. Honestly, you didn’t think much of it until his hand started to slide up to your thigh. Right as you were about to lean to him and ask what he was doing, he addressed someone at the table.

“You’re from Redania, aren’t you? So is my companion here!” he smiled. The woman looked to you.

“Oh! What part are you from?” she asked excitedly.

“The southwestern area,” you answered half-heartedly, confused as to why Jaskier’s hand had suddenly made its way under your skirt. He’d told you not to wear a dress so short but you hadn’t realized this was a potential hazard.

“Me as well! What city?” she pressed. You tried not to show your frustration on your face.

“Novigrad,” you answered.

“The same! What area of Novigrad?”

You sighed, feeling his fingers press between your legs. You opened them, but then regretted it as you realised that this conversation was about to get a lot more exciting, and not in a very helpful way.

“Actually, it was a village just outside Novigrad. I didn’t spend that much time in the city,” you admitted.

“Oh,” the woman replied.

“Jaskier here taught at Oxenfurt nearby,” you remembered with a smile, turning to him.

“Oh!” the woman repeated, looking to him as well.

“Ah yes, but that’s not as interesting as your work in the royal court,” he smiled back, his fingers finally starting to press against your folds, and you bit back a gasp.

“Oh my! The royal court? That must have been so exciting!” the woman prompted, and a few others at the table turned to you expected stories as well.

“It wasn’t as dramatic as it may sound. I didn’t witness anything of historical importance in my time there: it was peacetime, after all.” You did your best to not inspire any more interest as you felt very much like not having any conversations.

“You played at the prince’s wedding!” Jaskier so helpfully reminded, just as a calloused thumb grazed over your clit. You let out a little whimper just as everyone “ooh”ed in excitement, so thankfully it went unheard by everyone but him.

“Yes, right, I did. It was a beautiful ceremony,” you remembered. “I actually played the harp for that, not the lute. Bride’s request.”

“I heard a rumor that her dress was exquisite!” someone piped up.

“Yes, well-” you stopped as you had to focus on not gyrating your hips into his touch. “Yes, it was beautiful. It had, er, pearls.”

“Pearls!” someone repeated incredulously.

“It’s a coastal town, after all,” you pointed out, and already you were struggling to even remember what the topic of the conversation was. After a few minutes it seemed like the guests had managed to shift the conversation amongst each other rather than all interrogating you, and you took the opportunity to lean into Jaskier’s ear.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed in a whisper.

“I’m going to get you off under this table, and if you make any… suspicious noises, we’re both going to be in a lot of trouble,” he explained, as if it were obvious, “but especially you.”

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be between my legs right now,” you frowned.

“So you want me to stop?” he asked coyly, and you knew you were done for. Because he was already taking you down the path to orgasm and he started doing that thing with his fingers that made you completely unable to say no to him.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you admitted, “just get me off quickly.”

“That spoils all the fun, darling,” he scolded with a grin.

He built up a cruel pattern of bringing you painfully close to the edge, working you with an expert precision normally preserved for instruments, then withdrawing just long enough for the pleasure to die down and starting the process all over again. You managed to keep quiet but you did have an abnormally tight grip on your fork and knife, and occasionally were forced to bite down on your goblet while pretending to drink from it.

“Be honest,” one of the ladies began as she addressed Jaskier, “are you two… together?”

You hoped that you weren’t sweating too profusely but it suddenly felt very hot in the room.

“We’re just friends- and writing partners,” Jaskier answered with a nod.

“But you two have such incredible chemistry! Especially while performing!” someone else noted.

“Trust me, we may look friendly, but he does things that make me want to kill him,” you growled, your throat nearly catching because of the desire to moan as he rubbed every sensitive spot inside you.

“But that’s love, isn’t it?” one responded.

“You know, when my wife and I saw you two play the other night,” another revealed, “she turned to me and said ‘either those two are sleeping together, or they should be!’”

The table laughed.

“We abstain from all sorts of things that we should be doing,” Jaskier smirked.

And do all sorts of things we shouldn’t, you added internally.

“I swear, when you sing that one ballad about the sorceress and the Witcher-”

You had several on that topic, but you still knew which one they were talking about because you, too, noticed that you couldn’t hide the love from your voice when you sang it with Jaskier.

“-there’s so much passion between you two, like you could just pounce on each other any moment.”

“Yes, well, it’d be rather unprofessional to get down to it on stage in the middle of a performance, wouldn’t it?” you joked, but it wasn’t a joke so much as a reminder that this was all a terrible idea. Of course, knowing it was wrong only encouraged him, and you felt the fingers inside you plunge deeper, picking up pace. You really struggled to suppress your quickened breathing at that point, but the laughter from the table around you helped cover it a little.

“And yet,” Jaskier added, “I bet we would make more in tips that night than all our other shows combined.”

Everyone laughed again but you just took a big swig from your drink. “Don’t their appearances complement each other, though?” one of the ladies asked her husband, who agreed.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” you grimaced as you took another sip, but you saw him smile.

“I did always think we’d have beautiful children,” Jaskier interjected, and you nearly spit out the wine in your mouth.

“Children?! Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you warned. He just looked at you with a bemused-yet-knowing expression, taking a drink from his own goblet. Your eyes trailed to the way his ring-adorned fingers looked wrapped around the silver- gods, he was so pretty, and it was really hard not to want him when he was literally inside you. Your mind raced with thoughts (and memories) of those hands exploring every part of you, wrapping around your waist, holding you close to him, guiding your hips forward and back as you rode him like your life depended on it-

“And they’d be so musically-talented!” someone said, and you forgot what they were even talking about.

“We shouldn’t harass them about it anymore,” another guest realized, and you sighed with relief, “they’re probably not permitted to court by their families.”

“Oh, you’re right- forgive our insensitivity,” someone added.

“You must be joking,” Jaskier chuckled. “My mother writes me nearly once a month begging me to propose.”

Your eyes went wide. That was news to you. And of course, the whole table reacted to that quite strongly.

“Then do it!”

"Have children now while you're young! You could start a family band with them!"

“Invite us to the wedding!”

The duke, the head of the table and host of the event, suddenly interjected.

“Jaskier,” he said in a deep, booming voice, “take my advice. Maidens won’t wait around while you sow your wild oats.”

“It’s not that-” Jaskier began to defend, but the duke interrupted him.

“Am I wrong?” he asked you.

“I can’t say I’d describe myself as particularly patient,” you replied, once again inspired by your current situation.

“You seem like you’d make a good wife. Pretty, talented,” he listed, and you smiled.

"But I'm much too picky. I only drink Cintran ale, for one," you replied, knowing the Duke was probably one of the most prolific importers of the drink due to his taste for it.

“A girl after my own heart!” the duke grinned. “Jaskier, you’d better marry this girl before I do!”

The bard looked back to you and suddenly you were the one with the grin, and he was the one with anger flashing in his eyes. Jealousy, specifically; you could tell by his expression, but the way he pressed his fingers deep inside you and twisted them made it abundantly clear.

“I think I’d make a pretty good duchess,” you smiled, though you barely managed to get the words out without moaning or gasping due to some very distracting sensations.

“Only I can give you what you want,” Jaskier whispered, such that only you could hear it, “so you might consider staying on my good side.”

“I didn’t realize how possessive you were of me,” you countered. “How was I to know you would get jealous?”

He flexed his fingers inside you, directly rubbing your spot with enough force to make you yelp- though you just barely managed to bite it back. “I think there were a few signs,” he smirked.

“We ought to go pheasant hunting together sometime,” Jaskier suggested to the Duke. “Say,” he smiled as he turned to you, “would you like to come?” he asked you cheerily as he looked at you with a wide grin. Of course he would be using wordplay to tease you right now, the bastard.

“Most fervently,” you replied through your teeth.

“I’ve never known a woman who could hunt pheasants!” the Duke exclaimed.

“Sometimes you’re in the mood for a little violence,” you growled, though you tried to put on a smile as you said it.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

“With the violence?” you asked.

“The other thing,” he explained.

And you hoped that there would be a loud conversation to distract everyone but they seemed to be talking quietly all of a sudden so you had to make a last moment save to be able to keep quiet. Of course, you weren’t at your most creative in terms of solutions for this issue and had limited time to decide as you felt your orgasm approaching. You grabbed some meat from your plate and took a bite, thinking it might distract you or something, but instead what happened was you instantly came with food in your mouth, letting out a muffled groan of pleasure.

Most of the table looked to you in confusion, and thankfully Jaskier relented his movement inside you.

“This meat is so good,” you explained, the words slurred with food still in your mouth. Jaskier had to cover his face to hide his laughter. You shot him a glare.

“Some stunt you pulled back there,” you frowned, riding side by side out of the city once the banquet had ended.

“I thought it was hot,” he shrugged.

“Oh, it was hot,” you smiled, “but a pretty bad idea. We cut it way too close a few times.”

“I don’t think they were that close to realizing,” he defended.

“And yet, I was more afraid that they would continue that interrogation about our relationship,” you groaned. He laughed.

“Oh gods, that was torturous!”

“Does your mother really write you monthly about me?”

“At least,” he frowned.

“What do you tell her?” you asked.

“That I’m still looking for the perfect ring, and the perfect opportunity,” he responded casually.

“Lying to your own mother?” you grinned. He looked at you and he noticeably was not smiling back.

“I’m not lying,” he answered.

So overall, it was a strange evening.

#jaskier x reader #my writing #jaskier smut #GUYS this one is my favorite so far

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ebthecelebrity · 3 years

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Tequila Sunrise

“Girl, just get on one of those dating apps and find you a boo,” said Kia.

Destiny sighs and sucks her teeth. “I guess I have gotten to this point to do so. I really did not want to go this route Kia!” Destiny replied.

“How else are you going to meet anyone? I say give it a try. I’ve heard there’s some good men on those apps,” Kia said.

“Which one should I download?”

“Um..someone told me ConnectedBLK was good. Gone head and meet you your tall, dark and handsome,” Kia answered jokingly.

“I’ll think about it,” Destiny replied un-enthusiastically.

“Lawd, you are going to be single forever with this attitude,” Kia replied.

Single Forever. That statement made Destiny’s heart race with anxiety. She was a 38 year old single mother who hadn’t been on a date in two years. The thought of meeting someone new was not an easy task for her. All she would ever do is fall in love like a hopeless romantic, only to get her heart broken. It’s happened too many times to count and too many times her heart could bear. The last relationship resulted in her seeking counseling. His name was Raheem, blessed with a gift for charm and a big dick. He was a manipulator who continuously cheated with no remorse. Whenever he got caught, he begged for her forgiveness on hands and knees; only to cheat again within months of reconciliation. Dating sucked but being lonely topped the cake.

“Kia, let me call you back. I’m about to start dinner for Jacob,” Destiny said.

“Alright girl, and don’t forget to downlo..”

Destiny hung up on Kia before she could even get it out. She knew that her friends were tired of seeing her sulk in depression, but she just didn't know if she could fathom another no good man who would talk the panties off her, sex her lies, and have her 13 year old son witness his mother’s downfall all over again. She was damaged goods.

Later that night, Destiny poured a glass of wine and sat on the couch. She turned to Lifetime where she started tuning into a movie that had already started. A very attractive couple was tonguing each other down against a wall in full blown lust. She sighed heavily and looked at her cell phone that was laid on the table. She picked it up and went to her text messages. The last text she received was from her Mom 6 hours ago, asking her what size her son wore.

She shook her head. “Damn, my phone is dry as hell. Is this really my life right now?” Destiny asked herself.

There was not a “Have a good night”, “I miss you”, or “I want to see you” text message in sight. She opened up her app store and searched “Dating Apps”. Upon scrolling, she found ConnectedBLK that Kia suggested. She proceeded to create a profile, contemplating using her real name and picture, but she did not want to get catfished herself. Instead, she let her guard down and was truthful. After 20 minutes of setting up a bio and uploading a sexy picture, she hit “complete” and closed out of the app. It was official, she was back on the dating scene.

Two days later, Destiny was typing at her desk at work. Her phone lit up with a notification. It was from the dating app. It read, “You have a connection.” Her heart fluttered with both anticipation and fear. She opened her phone up to see a handsome, professional looking man in the profile pic. She had swiped right on him yesterday. His name was Lenny. His pics were very stunning; Clean cut gentleman like. He mentioned in his bio that he had a young daughter and had attended a HBCU.

“A Capricorn….” she said to herself while studying his profile. She sat and read his profile again, stunned that someone actually had interest in her. A notification alerted her again. She opened it up and read….

“Hey Beautiful, it’s nice to connect with you,” he wrote.

Destiny’s heart fluttered and she smiled. Could this really be the one? Was Kia right after all? He sure did look like her Prince Charming.

“Hi Lenny, nice to meet you,” she wrote back.

She put down her phone and tried to get back to the email she was previously typing up, but she couldn’t concentrate. Within 5 minutes, she prematurely thought of marrying this man and having his babies. She shook her head to get refocused. She got another notification.

“Let’s go out for a drink tonight if you’re not busy,” Lenny wrote.

Destiny closed out the app and texted Kia.

“I got a date! You’re on auntie duty.”

Later that night…….

Destiny examined herself in the mirror. Her makeup was on point and her butt looked great in her high waisted jeans. She wore a crop top and big gold earrings to compliment them. She was able to get her son to Kia to babysit for the night at the last minute for her date with Lenny. He wanted to meet her uptown at “The Zoo”, a popular bar.

She arrived there just at 9pm sharp to see Lenny waiting for her at the front entrance. He was fine and early. He embraced her with a warm hug.

“I didn’t think you would meet me last minute, but I’m glad you did,” he said, admiring her.

“No problem,” Destiny replied with a smile.

His smell was intoxicating, like warm vanilla and cedarwood. He was clean cut from his hair cut to his fingernails. He wore a crispy white collar shirt and denim jeans, with a perfect smile to compliment the outfit.

“You look beautiful,” he said smiling.

“Thank you,” Destiny replied with a blush.

He moved out of the way for her to walk inside. “Ladies first,” he said.

They found seats at the bar. She could feel his eyes burning in admiration of her slim waist down to her pretty pink toes.

“What are you drinking tonight Miss Lady?” He asked.

“Um...I’ll take a Tequila Sunrise.”

“Top Shelf?” He insisted.

Destiny was taken back. She was impressed by his manners and his exquisite taste. “Yeah sure.” Destiny replied.

He flagged down a petite, light skinned bartender. “Excuse me. We’ll take two Tequila Sunrises, top shelf please,” he ordered. He put a visa card down and said, “I’ll start a tab as well.”

Once the drinks were ordered, he brought his glass up towards Destiny.

“Cheers to a memorable night,” he said.

Destiny hits her glass on his. “Cheers,” she replied seductively looking into his big, puppy dog eyes.

2 drinks later…..

Destiny was feeling more relaxed and a bit tipsy. “So I asked, do you really think black women have a chip on their shoulder all the time? I mean, what he was saying was so one-sided,” Destiny said enthusiastically.

“I can’t believe that man. Black women are Goddesses. You all have been through enough, it’s not a man’s place to cause more stress,” Lenny replied.

“Right!” Destiny paused for a minute. She admired his face and she suddenly felt a hot flash all over her body. She was flustered. His whole personality had her hot.

“What’s the matter?” Lenny asked while lightly touching her thigh. The touch sent a sensation straight to her vagina. She hadn’t been touched in so long. She closed her eyes for a quick 10 seconds and looked down to the ground. She couldn’t believe this was even happening.

“Uh...nothing’s wrong Lenny. It’s just….you’re so…..”

Lenny lifted up her chin towards him and kissed her lips. It felt like they were the only two people in the bar. She no longer heard the music, only her heart beating so fast and strong through her chest.

“I’m so what?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“You are just perfect.” Destiny chuckled a little. “It’s hard to believe that you are single,” she replied.

Lenny takes a deep sigh. “Yeah well, I’m picky. I want to make sure that the woman I date next is my future wife.”

“Well we are definitely on the same page,” replied Destiny.

Lenny looks down at her drink. “Another one?”

“Uhhhh…” Destiny was already feeling tipsy and knew she had to pick up her son in a few and work in the morning. She wasn’t a spring chicken anymore and knew another drink would cause a “sunshades and advil” type of morning the next day. Before she could answer him, he called on the bartender.

“Excuse me, she’ll take another Tequila Sunrise,” he said.

Destiny wasn’t 100% sure if that was a good move for her, but she figured she’d drink it and be done for the rest of the evening. The bartender was in the middle of making a big drink order for a group of people at the bar already. She nodded her head to acknowledge the order. Destiny figured she could make a quick run to the bathroom to freshen up and possibly splash a little water on her face to cool off before the drink was made.

“I’m headed to the bathroom real quick.”

Lenny licked his lips and stared at hers. “Take your time beautiful,” he replied.

Destiny got down from the high barstool and carefully made her way to the ladies room. She looked back and caught Lenny watching her backside as she walked away. She turned around and smirked. She made sure to give him a show and switched her hips to the beat of the music loudly playing.

When she came back to Lenny, he already had her drink waiting on her with a napkin underneath. She looked at his drink and saw that he barely touched the second one.

“I see you are babysitting,” she said jokingly.

He chuckled. “Nah, I have been just admiring you all night. Been too busy staring at those luscious lips.”

Destiny blushed and looked at her drink again.

“I won’t keep you out long Love. I know it’s a weekday,” he said reassuringly.

Destiny nodded her head and took a sip.

30 minutes later, Destiny was starting to feel the effects of drinking too much. She was half way finished with her drink. “Whew! I feel so good,” she said with a laugh and her body swayed.

“Do you now?” Lenny asked in amusement.

“Yes, I should have not gotten this tipsy on the first date Lenny. I am sorry. I don’t normally drink alcohol. I’m a wine type of chick.”

“It’s all good. Let me walk you to your car then,” he said.

Destiny grabbed her purse and suddenly the room started spinning. She sat there on the bar stool for a second to gain her composure. Lenny got down and grabbed her hand. It felt like her legs were rubber bands and she couldn't feel her face. He basically held her up to walk out of the bar. A man standing outside yelled at them.

“Aye, is she ok bruh?!” He asked concerned.

Lenny kept walking with Destiny’s arm on his shoulder. “Yeah man, she just drank too much tonight.”

“I hope she’s not driving,” the man said sternly.

Lenny walked them both to his car. “No, we drove together man, thanks.”

They arrived at his shiny black BMW in the gravel parking lot of the bar. Destiny could hear the conversation between Lenny and the random man outside but couldn’t respond much. She felt horrible, almost like she could collapse right there outside of the car. Lenny opened up his passenger door where she plopped down on his leather seat. He got inside and monitored her a bit.

“You shouldn’t drive sweetie. I’m going to take you back to my place so you can sleep this off.”

Destiny mumbled “ok” and closed her eyes. That was the last thing she remembered.

3:48 am…….

Destiny awoke to a sore vagina and naked in a dark room. She jumped up and gasped in shock. She turned to her left and Lenny was asleep next to her.

“OMG!” She yelled startling Lenny to wake up beside her.

He slowly put his arm around her lower waist and kissed her back. He then attempted to penetrate her again from the side. Destiny jumped up out of the bed in the still dark room.

“Where are my clothes?” She demanded with a shaky voice. Lenny was still laying in bed calmly.

“Relax,” he said.

Destiny asked again, this time raising her voice. “Where are my clothes!!”

Lenny sat up in bed and cut on a lamp sitting on his nightstand. He looked at her in disgust.

“What’s your problem?”

Destiny didn’t answer. She spotted her entire outfit in a pile on the floor in front of the bed and proceeded to put them on.

“You wanted to come over to sleep off your drunkenness and that’s what you did after we had sex,” he said reassuringly.

“I did not want to have sex with you like this Lenny and you know it. Something doesn’t feel right about this,” she replied back while searching for her phone.

“You wanted to sleep with me, don’t front,” he said.

Destiny looked at him in disgust. The Prince Charming that she connected with at the bar was no longer present, it was a mask he wore. He never had her best interest at hand. He had an agenda, and he conquered it and in return destroyed her. She glanced around his room. It was well kept, like the energy he gave off. High end furniture and expensive art graced his bedroom. His King sized bed was fitted in Egyptian sheets and quality throw pillows. She knew he was a powerful man, one who had a corporate job, a fancy car, and an immaculate house, but what he didn’t have was true authenticity, so he had to drug her. His ego wouldn’t allow him to watch her get in her car and go home after their date. His eagerness to have her most prized possession made him disregard the classy, respectable Queen she was. She felt defeated, dirty, and powerless. His abuse changed her forever, with an eternity of regret and anger to follow.

Lenny got out of bed and walked naked and confidently to the bathroom as if he were a Lion in the jungle who just caught his prey. “I’ll call you a Lyft,” he said nonchalantly.

This story is dedicated to all of the victims of Bill Cosby, who had to watch their predator be released from prison on drug facilitated sexual assault, rape and sexual battery. This is also dedicated to all those who are victims of anyone who has taken your prized possession from you. Noone deserves to be raped, sexually assaulted, abused, molested, and/or inappropriately touched in any manner. The stigma of powerful people being the abuser and this being ok is sickening. I pray all victims find healing and strength, one day at a time, we can change this narrative.

#daterape #billcosby #sexualassault #rape #tequila #dating #women #blackwriters

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bibbykins · 5 years

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Scopophilic Affection (M)

Here it is! At last! I have had a rough couple of weeks. My roommate left me and my gf with the rest of the rent without any notice (yikes, I know. Kids, don’t break the lease, it’s shitty) soooo I’m going to plug my ko-fi below. Anything helps and would be greatly appreciated. Either way, donation or not, I hope you thoroughly enjoy and know that my ask box is open!

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word count: 7.8k

Warnings: Voyeurism, choking, obsessives themes, yandere

Summary: Scopophilia is a more dignified way to define voyeurism, something Seokjin had no intention of partaking in until he came across your live stream. Seokjin is a dignified man, but never in his life had he felt so depraved watching you smile and work like it was his profession, unable to reach through the screen and make you his. Unable to tell you how much he loves to watch you because you have no idea you’re live stream even exists. He can’t tell you how hypnotizing you are without the glaring controversy of him watching your hacked-into webcam, both as a human and director in the computer science division of the company he is a board member of. Nevertheless, you were his very guilty utmost pleasure.

A beige wall with the blandest accents he’s ever seen with a sketchy cream color. The kitchen appliances were conformity white with rust whispering its way out from under the oven. The toaster was melted on one side and he couldn’t help but wonder how. The microwave was in slightly better shape but the stains seemed to still hold the screams of food from the 1990s. The carpet was somewhere between the beige walls and the mahogany table and looked about as comfortable as sandpaper.

This would not do at all.

Even with the personality shining through the subpar living space, it was just not suitable. Not for much longer.

Jin was a man of exquisite taste. This, among his impeccable beauty and breathtaking aura, was some of his best-known traits. He was the sweetest dream everyone on campus would ever have the privilege to even catch a moment of. He was the Director of Software Development within the largest tech company in the country. He came from money and yet made more than enough of his own all while juggling graduate school. Beyond his professional talents, he was a natural virtuoso and musician. With fans from all sides of his life, it would come to no shock that he was a picky man.

Ever the kindest member of the campus princes, he opted for an aura of stoic professionalism. He exchanged pleasantries and engaged in his fair share of banter with people beyond his close-knit group of Adonis-like men. However, he had a strict limit on how much he could take of people he didn’t care about.

He had everything he wanted and it was nearing time for him broaden his capacity beyond his close family and six friends by just one person. The pool was exceptionally lengthy considering his father’s very own Cinderella story and his parents’ overall good nature. And yet, nobody was fit to be his. Nobody he met even gave him anything to think about beyond their pleasantries. He would not settle for good enough, they had to be perfect. They had to be someone entertaining, someone, without such an evident facade, and even then, someone worthwhile behind that facade. Maybe he had trust issues, or maybe he knew how much one could hide in public.

While a man of exquisite taste, it was also… particular to say the least. Kim Seokjin was not built to marry these nice girls his parents set him up with from time to time, he was built for someone much greater. He had a taste for the more sinister sides that he seldom was able to properly explore with others. Kinky is a word one could use, but he believed adventurous encapsulated his preferences more eloquently. He took pleasure in spoiling someone with all he could offer as they spoiled him with their body. Empty hands begin to ache after some time. He was longing for something to grip other than himself on more irritable nights. He had found previous sexual partners who suited him just fine until they stepped out of the threshold from the bedroom. Vice versa, he had also been on perfectly good dates but with terribly bland sex.

It was on one of the nights after a mind-numbing date that he threw himself into work whilst listening to the background noise of tech reports. All was fine until there was talk of a hard to reach website that allowed patrons paid access to people who “consented” to 24-hour streams of their lives via laptop and the highest payer owns who can view that particular person. Call it morbid curiosity or his voyeuristic side making an appearance, Jin found himself on the website with ease and scrolling past a ton of stranger’s faces. The teaser clips showed thirty seconds of the past day.

Jin doubted the website would be up for much longer due to its legal gray area of filming people without informed consent. It seemed the website operated on a one-click user agreement to a couple of separate websites they controlled. It didn’t take a genius to see these people had no idea of their streams. On each profile, it had general demographics, the times that person was in frame, if they ever changed on camera, and even if they performed sexual acts for an audience they had no idea about. Jin felt some remorse as he scrolled from victim to victim, but something happened when he came across a bland beige wall behind an interesting girl.

Sure, he had seen many beautiful women but none of them were shown sitting in front of the camera and so adorably pouting at the camera for the entire thirty-second clip, occasional huffs of irritation coming from your plush lips. It awoke some kind of curiosity he could not understand but wanted to satiate. Were you reading emails? Had you gotten a bad grade? Were you watching a frustrating film? It seemed you were a college student but spent your nights at home. He figured you worked full time while not at school and used that as an explanation for your socially inactive life but deprived sleep schedule. Against his better judgment, Jin gained full reign over your stream, making it exclusively for him.

He never quite cared for sharing.

Just like that, there you were, in a large shirt and shorts as you stared at the laptop with a blank face. It went on like this and Jin began to feel silly that he made such a rash move to violate your privacy like this, not to mention the fact that he spent such a grandiose amount of money just to stare at a girl. This was obviously a mistake. He should just turn off his computer- you began to laugh and just like that, Jin was enchanted. Maybe it was the fact that you laughed so wholeheartedly despite being alone or just that you were your true self at this very moment. He had unrestricted access to you like this. He wondered what you were watching. Against his better judgment, he wondered if he could make you laugh like that.

Your phone rang, making you jump ever so slightly. Jin smiled at this, noting how easily startled you were and the way your eyes looked so kind after being broken from the trance your laptop had you in. He found himself holding his breath as you pressed the phone to your ear, waiting to hear how you sound, “Hello?”

You paused the movie you had been watching as you waited for your cousin’s girlfriend, Jaelin, to speak, “Y/n! Where are you?!” The background was loud and she was evidently drunk.

You rolled your eyes, “At home, where else?” This was a common occurrence, and usually, you would not entertain her drunk-dials, but you figured hearing another human’s voice today wouldn’t hurt.

“You should meet me! There’s a ton of parties tonight!” She screamed and you flinched at the volume her mic had to endure.

“I have this screenplay to annotate and I’m leading the stage tricks seminar in a week to practice so…” You trailed off, holding up your finished and annotated screenplay before shrugging.

“People are going to that? Seriously?” You stood corrected by yourself as a sting hit your confidence. This human’s voice was indeed beginning to hurt you.

“Professor Tarbot is having the freshman attend it so, yes, people are going to my seminar, so…” You trailed off as you heard your cousin’s voice in the background, reminding Jaelin that you don’t need to go out before the call went dead, “Lovely.” You muttered before pressing play on the movie. You were always the black sheep of the family. If familial love was kickball, you were absolutely picked last. Despite this, when you moved out as soon as you could to pursue your dreams, your family was appalled that you would leave your own flesh and blood.

Your smile noticeably died with the phone call and Jin couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened. He missed your smile already. You looked down at your phone for a while before your lip begin to quiver ever so slightly and Jin felt his stomach churn.

“No, no, no.” You fanned your face before looking to the ceiling, “None of that, crybaby.” You cursed before sighing out and looking forward again, “Work on the seminar.”

So, you were a fine arts major of some sort. Jin thought about this as he watched you get ready for bed and eventually fall asleep in front of the laptop you took everywhere. By the end of the night, he had just about a full apartment tour. He shook off this new feeling in his chest before closing his laptop.

The week went on with Jin’s and your nightly routine remaining the same. He did his work, brushed his teeth, and went to bed. Except, he had you playing in the background. You, on the other hand, would write, procrastinate, brush your teeth in the messiest way, and return to either schoolwork or some show before falling asleep, usually at your desk or on your bed in front of your computer.

He certainly was not proud of how you would excite him in ways other women just… couldn’t. It was on one of his more irritable nights that he focused all of his attention on you. You were just watching a movie, nothing too crazy. Even so, Jin’s skin was set ablaze at the way your floral underwear was poking out as you sat on your bed with your knees up. Without fully realizing it, he began palming himself through his sweatpants.

He groaned out as you spread your knees to sit more comfortably. You leaned back and he could almost make out what your sex looked like. Your underwear was thin, so thin. You would surely soak through them if you let him have you.

“Y/n.” He breathed through clenched teeth as you stretched. You were goggling a little at the movie, taunting him almost. He cursed as his hand sped up, “Fuck, baby.” He moaned and when you simply gasped at something Jin could not see with his eyes screwed shut as he chased his high, he went over the edge. He moaned your name out like a disciple to his savior, like you were his light at the end of it all. The experience itself was nothing less than religious and an absolute breakthrough that Jin had been trying to avoid for a long time.

From then on, Jin had been watching you under a new lens. You were no longer a morbid curiosity of his, you were the object of all this affection he never felt such an immense need to release.

“What’s up, Jae?” You answered the phone after brushing your teeth, putting her on speaker, “A little early to be drinking, no?”

“Y/n, did you hear about the ArtCast scandal?!” You jumped at her volume as you applied your skincare products.

“ArtCast? I haven’t used the site since I signed up, what happened?” Jin tensed, already knowing what the female on the phone call meant.

“Get a new laptop, now!” Jaelin screeched and you looked at your phone with bewilderment, “They have been sharing user info and hacked into laptop cams for creeps to watch on the dark web!”

Jin hardly considered himself a creep. His actions were creepy, but he was not a creep, just a curious soul. He fought the urge to try and reason with you by finding your contact information. Although the idea was scrapped since that would certainly not help his case.

You rolled your eyes at this, “I doubt anyone wants to see me laze around and edit-”

“THIS IS SERIOUS!” You flinched at this.

“And I seriously don’t have any money to get a whole new laptop and I kinda need my webcam for work so,” You looked dead at the camera, eyes boring into Seokjin’s form, “Hi Mr. Laptop Man, if you have some spare money my PayPal is-”

“WHY DON’T YOU ASK YOUR FAMILY? I’M NOT KIDDING.”

Your eye twitched, “Don’t yell at me.” You seethed, “If they won’t pay for my school or even a meal, what makes you think they would buy me a laptop?” The pain was terribly evident on your face and your lip quivered, “Face it, Jae, you took my place and you feel bad, so that’s the only reason you even talk to me.”

“Y/n…” Her voice was softer this time and Jin watched a tear fall down your face and felt his heart clench. He didn’t care who your family was, all you would need is him soon enough.

“And I appreciate it, even if it is pity-based, but don’t pretend like they care about me.” You huffed, wiping your tears, “Mr. Laptop Man must think I’m so dumb.” You scoffed and Jin noticed the way your features twisted from anger to pain and melancholy. There was evidently some deep-rooted pain when it came to your family

You were isolated from them. This past week, Jin gathered that you were eccentric and not afraid to make a fool of yourself or put yourself out there. He now understood it was because your family must have degraded you to such a degree, you eventually began to take it in stride.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to…”

You frowned as Jin wondered why you felt any remorse for this person, “No, I shouldn’t have freaked out like that.” You sighed and glanced at yourself in the mirror and poked at your eye bags, “I’ll catch you later, okay?” You closed your eyes, “Have fun on the trip. Give everyone a hug for me.”

“You could come-”

You clenched your fists against the counter, “Jae… don’t.” You breathed, “I’ll talk to you later.” You quipped before hanging up the phone, “Ugh, I probably sounded like such a bitch.” You combed your fingers through your hair, tugging at the roots slightly before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Your fingers slowly uncurled themselves and you robotically placed them at your sides, “No, none of that.”

It was evident that was a coping mechanism, a way to express your pain and insecurity. He imagined it was more than likely much worse before. This made his fist clench. Must he protect from everything, including yourself?

He scoffed at himself. He didn’t even know where you were in the world. He was lucky that he even understood your native tongue. He was also lucky that you spoke Korean on occasions. This made the odds of you living even remotely near him better, but not definite.

Why was he even doing this? Why was he watching you and fantasizing about you when you had no idea who he was and he had no idea where you were? Suddenly, he felt terribly ridiculous. He had spent every night this past week just watching you without your consent, dreaming about you, and imagining this entire life with you.

With a heavy heart, he waited for you to be out of frame before exiting your stream. He effectively wiped it off the website, he figured it was the least he could do to atone for the hours he spent watching it.

Jin rubbed his hands over his hands in frustration. This sexual and romantic solitude seemed to be really getting to his head. Tomorrow was a new day and he had to seriously consider finding someone as perfect as you and fast.

Or at least someone who could pretend was as perfect as you for a night.

The next morning went on as usual. He got up, went to work, and finally, attended school. His classes went on and eventually, he was in the courtyard with the same people as always.

“Dove, would you hand me the water bottle?” Taehyung mused to his girlfriend as he laid his form between her legs as she sat on the table. She handed him the water bottle and he kissed her hand as he retrieved it from her.

Jin rolled his eyes as he sat next to her, “And just when I thought I couldn’t feel any lonelier.” He groaned out.

“It’ll come when you least expect it.” She turned to him with a short giggle, “Tae just swept me off my feet just like that.” She snapped to indicate how sudden.

“It’s all about timing, my friend,” Taehyung spoke blissfully as his girlfriend combed through his hair.

“Yeah, look at my little Odette and I.” Jimin nuzzled into the neck of his girlfriend.

“Not helping the whole loneliness feeling for Jin, babe.” She grunted as she pushed his head away, “But he is right, he found the right time to fuck my brains out and now it’s a forever thing.” Her crude language made Jimin smirk a bit.

“Same boat, Jin.” Yoongi sighed, “We’ll get there.” He spoke before putting his headphones back in.

Jin nodded, used to hearing and seeing the same things. He looked out around the campus before heaving himself off the table, “I’m gonna get a soda, anyone want anything from the vending machine?“ When everyone shook their heads, he headed out onto the path to the Arts building.

It was outside the building that he saw a large gathering of some freshman intro class. He shrugged it off until he heard an eerily familiar voice.

“Okay, so that puts the whole hand through the coke can effect to rest.” Your voice was playful and melodic, “Now, for my final act, pun intended.” Jin whipped his head around as you beamed among the genuinely entertained class, “The infamous stage kiss!” You proclaimed as a rustle came about the crowd, “Yes, mumble, mumble, groan, groan. I know, but it’s a basic skill and as an intro class, you need to know them.”

Jin didn’t know if he was dreaming or not. Even if he was, he’d like for it to stay that way if it meant you were here. You were more than he imagined. You were all he could ever imagine for this past week. You were right there.

“Now, I need a volunteer.” A myriad of male and female hands went up much too enthusiastically for Jin’s taste. You chuckled, “Flattering, but I need someone above my age.” Hands went down, but not enough, “I will check ID, kids.” All the hands went down, but some unknown force made Jin’s hand go up, “I see one hand back there, so come on up!” You chirped and Jin made his way to the makeshift stage.

He found himself surprised for one of very few times in his life. What the fuck was going on? How were you here and in front of him? Was this even real?

To say your heart fell out of your mouth would be a gross understatement. Kim Seokjin was sauntering up to you, “Well, I don’t think you’re in this class.” You mused softly as he made his way to you.

He gave you a small wink and you would’ve squealed if you didn’t have self-respect, “Y/n, right?” He more so stated as he shook your hand.

You nodded with an evident gulp, “Kim Seokjin, our very own campus prince!” You clapped along with the rest of a suddenly envious class, “Okay so there are a couple ways to do a stage kiss. This can be done a couple different ways.” You explained and turned to Jin, “What is most important, though, is that your partner is comfortable with whatever you decide on, which goes for every aspect of life, my dears.” You winked at the crowd, “Now, are you okay with getting close to my face and me touching your face?” Jin smiled before nodding.

You were clearly in your element and it was mesmerizing. You had a passion for theatre and entertaining a crowd. This would be fine with Jin so long as the world knew it was his hand you’d be taking the moment you stepped off stage. You would give anything to be happy, this included your family’s support.

“Okay, so the typical way is the old fashioned way of covering your partner’s face with yours or vice versa.” You talked animatedly with your hands as your grasped Jin’s wrist and led him to the makeshift wall you had, “You have the regular kabedon way.” You moved to put his hand beside your hand, but Jin took initiative, making you jump, “A-And then the partner, or you, would close in at an angle and…BAM!” You giggled as Jin was brought to a halt leaning in, “A kiss.” You stared at Jin’s face for a while before breaking the spell with a sheepish smile, “Okay, so time is running thin, so, I’ll show you the thumb kiss.” You were so cheerful as you turned to Jin, “Now what you do is slide your hand behind their hair all romantic-like.” You went to bring your hand up to Jin’s face, but he took initiative making you jump as his hand cradled your face ever so softly, “And-uh- place your thumb on their mouth, and tilt ever so slightly, and…” You tilted your head up and Jin took this as the signal to bring his lips to yours softly, internally cursing his own thumb.

“BAM!” Jin chuckled, “A kiss.”

You giggled as you both broke away and Jin basked in the sound, “Alrighty, that’s our time! Thank you for being so responsive!” You beamed as the class dispersed with returning smiles. You turned to Jin, “And thank you, kind sir.”

“I can be quite the thespian if you want me to.” He was flirting, he was just hoping you knew he was.

“Quit trying to make me blush.” You chided with a playful smile, “It’s a felony to make me flustered, it’s a whole mess.”

Jin felt like this was an out of body experience. He wanted to pinch himself just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming about you as he had this entire week. Everything felt so natural with you. There was no facade or fake laughter. There was just you and him.

“As penance for my crime, I’ll help you clean up.” He smiled as you and you gave him a toothy grin.

He helped you pack up your random props and insisted on giving you a ride home, “There’s no way I’m gonna let you ride the bus with all of this.” Jin was adamant.

“I really don’t live far, it’s why I don’t take my car most of the time.” You tried to reason.

“Which is why it’s no problem for me to drive you.” Jin shot back and you huffed, giving a pout he knew all too well.

“Promise you won’t turn out to be some murderer?” You spoke through puffed out lips that he wished to place his own on.

He smiled warmly at you, “Promise, although my jokes are killer.”

You burst into a fit of melodious giggles as you shook your head, “Yeah, no way you’re a murderer, dork.”

The walk to his car was filled with stupid jokes and goofy laughing as if you had known each other for years. You basked in the warmth he provided you in such a short amount of time, and yet it far exceeded what your family supplied you. Maybe you didn’t have to get accustomed to loneliness if Jin was around. He made you feel valued, and you had heard he was kind, but you never knew just how kind. Was he like this with everyone? Or could he possibly like someone like you? Even just as a friend. At this rate, anything worked.

With this in mind, you turned to him, “So, are you gonna tell me how you knew who I was?”

“Well, that’s a loaded question.” Jin sighed out, debating on telling you some semblance of the truth, “Have you heard of the ArtCast scandal?”

“Oh, yeah, the whole thing with- Oh no.” You stopped walking, “Are you telling me that-”

“It’s a long story.” Jin smiled sheepishly at you, “I didn’t see anything intrusive or anything but-”

There was a lot to unpack in that exchange. On one hand, Jin had seen you in your most private area of existence, but you were never quite good at being angry about things. At the end of the day, you felt like it was your fault you were on there and you doubted Jin made a habit of dark web encounters. You reminded yourself he was a computer science major… or was it computer security? You’d really hate to make things awkward by being angry. Even so, were you angry? Were you this starved for a companion?

He stopped when you began laughing, “Man, I need to read User Agreements, that’s embarrassing.” You shrugged and Jin was taken aback by your calmness, “You must think I’m such a dweeb.”

“You’re not… creeped out?” Jin sped up to catch up to you.

You just offered a shrug, “All I do is cry and watch videos, so it’s not a big deal.” You chortled, “No use in dwelling on it, I got enough to dwell on.”

Jin felt a huge weight lift off of his chest as you went along your merry way with him. On one hand, you had no self-preservation skills, but you also had no hatred in your heart for anyone. This was enough to keep him tethered to you, and no longer the idea of you. You were nothing like him with your rose-colored glasses that you viewed the world with. You were much too delicate of a flower to be alone, vulnerable.

“You are one of a kind, y/n.” Jin mused and you felt your face heat.

“As are you, Seokjin.” Jin caught the extra skip in your step, “I’d like to see more of you.”

“And I, you.” Jin winked at you.

—-

When Jin pulled into your apartment complex he shuddered at the architecture, or lack thereof, “Terrible isn’t it?” You hummed.

“It's… not that bad…” Jin gave you an uneasy smile and you rolled your eyes, “Close to campus…”

“Well excuse me, sugar daddy, not all of us can afford a high rise.” You stuck your tongue out at him, but he was too focused on how inviting your mouth looked to him.

“Stick your tongue out like that,” He leaned closer to you in a half-joking manner, “And I’ll bite it.” He threatened, which only furthered your grin and made your nerves come alive.

“Kinky.” You leaned closer to him and suddenly the atmosphere in the car became much heavier with your tone, and Jin went to grasp your chin, the heat that pooled in between your legs when he did so made you gasp softly, “I dig it.” You breathed and that was all it took for Jin’s resolve to break.

Before he could make the move, you smashed your lips onto his. He responded immediately, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer. The kiss was everything either of you could have wanted despite how unbelievably sloppy it was. Your tongues soon intertwined and Jin went to your waist to pull you from the passenger seat to his lap. Somehow, you managed to do so despite the difficulty that came with keeping your lips connected while you did so.

“Your lips are so fucking soft.” You hummed against his mouth before going to his neck, “Your skin too.” You smiled against it.

He groaned when you began to shyly suck on top of his jugular, “Fuck, good girl.” He moaned out before you ground your hips against his at the praise. He then grasped the back of your hair, accidentally pulling a little harder than intended to bring your face back to his. He was ready to apologize until you moaned at the sensation, throwing your head back.

“Shit.” You moaned when he placed his plush lips on your neck, sucking hard, “You’re gonna leave a mark-ah!” You bit your lip when he sucked at your sensitive spot.

“Good.” He grunted and you only ground against him harder, “Fuck, you’re really testing me.”

“I live right there.” You panted as he pressed you against him, his hands grabbing at your waist.

“But your stuff.” He noted as he sucked on your neck.

“I’ll get it tomorrow morning?” You spoke softly, more shy, trying to ask him to stay the night without asking, “It’s been ages since I’ve had good dick.” You groaned.

“And why’s that, sweetheart?” Jin was domineering and it made your thighs clench.

“Nobody’s been worth my time.” You smirked as he gripped your hip, much to your delight and you giggled at this, “Okay, maybe that’s a lie and I just want you to think I’m desirable.”

Jin smiled at this as he unlocked his car, “I already desire you, baby.” You shuddered at this. You move to get out of the car, but Jin took the initiative to move the both of you. You should’ve been more embarrassed than you were about your legs being wrapped around a man you had only met properly that day as he carried you into your apartment while whispering the R-Rated version of sweet nothings in your ear.

You handed him the key, and the moment the door shut you were up against the wall in an instant. You weren’t shy about the continuous moans and groans he ripped for your throat with the way his hand cupped your sex and began ministrations.

Jin reveled in the sound you made, only bolstering the unyielding need he felt for you. He had pictured this moment for so long and here you were, legs wrapped around him as he stumbled from wall to wall to get to your bedroom with one hand inside your panties.

You didn’t even think to ask how he knew where your bedroom was when you passed the threshold because if the way his fingers slipped inside proved to demand your attention more. He laid you down on the bed and you scrambled to your knees to unbuckle his belt as he stood over you. He let out a low groan when your tongue made a stripe along the base. You had to admit that his dick was quite beautiful and thankfully clean. Granted, you’ve seen some nice dick, but he was so well kept and soft and everything you were happy to put your mouth on.

His hand grabbed ahold of your hair and you moaned with your mouth full when he took control of you by tugging your hair. You had always liked it rough, and it was like he was reading your mind. He was fucking your face in no time and your thighs clenched in an attempt to alleviate the ache that only he could satisfy. He eventually pulled you off him and he left your mouth with a satisfying pop.

He stared down at you, hair messy, drool trailing down your chin, and eyes captivating with a carnal want. The sight could absolutely make him cum if he concentrated hard enough. He gave you a teasing glance as his slender fingers took their time with his shirt and you stripped yourself of the dress you wore in an instant. By the time Jin was in view again, he dove at you, lips attaching to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you clutched him closer to your form and you took a moment to appreciate how fit he was. His plush lips trailed down your body while his soft hands reached behind you to remove your bra.

Jin pulled away to sit up and stare at you for a moment. You were under him, chest heaving, mouth open in want, and he looked at your body, breasts beyond what he imagined and he moaned when his hands ran over your body. His hands nearly ripped your underwear down your legs and he studied your pussy like a scholar. His fingers spread you and he groaned at how wet you were. His mouth engulfed you, tongue having ached to taste you for too long and the way you squirmed only spurred him further. He ate you up like a man starved. When his tongue went inside you, you swore you saw God.

"Jin!” You gasped, body unable to squirm in his firm grip. If you hadn’t been feeling so good, you would swear he was eating you out more for his sake than yours. You couldn’t even form words, only his name would come out of your mouth, and this was only aided when one of his hands went up to squeeze your nipple. His other hand went to stretch you with three fingers as air flooded your lungs in a dizzy of lust, “Fuck me!” You finally gasped out and that was all the prodding he needed.

Next time he would have to make you beg, take his time, drive you mad, but right now, he needed to feel you around him.

Jin plunged into you and you were immediately fucked out. The pain was delicious and you wanted more. He began to thrust slowly at first until your hips began to spasm, “Harder,” You moaned, “Please fuck me hard.” You begged and something in Jin just snapped.

“Who?” He slammed into you as you groaned in delight, “Who do you want to fuck you hard, hm?”

You took his hand and placed it around your neck, “You, Sir, please.” You batted your eyelashes at him and that was it, “I want you to fuck your cum into me.” He was a weak man for you. This much was solidified when he expertly slammed into you as he squeezed your neck intermittently. Strangled moans came from you until the hand holding his wrist squeezed and Jin let go of your neck to hear you scream for him as you came.

You didn’t disappoint as your back arched and eyes rolled back. The erotic image paired with the way you clenched around him only pushed him over the edge as he came, hips stuttering as you both rode out your respective highs.

You hardly remember him cleaning you up, what mattered most to you was the way he held you through the night.

You woke up to an empty bed and sighed out, figuring he was gone. Maybe this is your punishment for never making the guy wait like your mother said to. You huffed as your feet made contact with the floor and you flinched in pain, understandably sore.

You paused when you heard a sizzling. Jin was cooking. He was awfully comfortable in a home he had rarely seen and never been in, right? You stopped yourself for a moment.

You really fucked your hot stalker, didn’t you?

You audibly laughed. Your life was a fucking joke. Were you this desperate for attention to overlook the fact that this man had looked through the lens of your laptop long enough and hard enough to know the layout of your apartment.

You sure were.

You shook your head in exasperation as you headed out of the room where you encountered Jin in your kitchen, cooking eggs and he gave you a small smile. You returned if despite the conclusion you came to.

You certainly did fuck your insanely hot stalker.

“You know Jin, I don’t think you were completely honest with me earlier.” You mused, not bothering to look at him for a response, “It seems you encountering my little stream wasn’t as casual as you say.”

Jin froze for a moment. You weren’t an idiot. He knew it wouldn’t take you long to organize your thoughts and see the truth. Not that he planned to omit the full truth for long. He had just been hoping you were in love with him before it came out. He could only hope the orgasms brought you at least a quarter of the way there “Why do you think that, baby?” He spoke slowly as he used the plastic spatula to move the yolk.

“Call it a hunch, but I don’t think anyone is that passionate fucking someone they just met.” You spoke listlessly, “I don’t mean to sound vain, but are you obsessed with me?"

Jin let out a short laugh, "The short answer is yes, but before you kick me out,” He turned the stove off as he placed the cooked eggs on a plate before turning to you, fingertips drumming on the counter, “Why don’t we eat a bit while I make you a proposition?”

The smart answer would be no. The smart choice would be to kick him out, an idea you hadn’t considered until he said it. However, you were known for your charisma much more than your intelligence. With that, you sat down at your table and Jin smiled in relief ever so slightly. It almost made you wonder if he knew you weren’t going to kick him out at all.

“Who am I to say no to free food?” You hummed as Jin opened your silverware drawer without even needing to ask you, almost as if he had obsessively watched you go about your daily life for a week.

He handed you the fork as he sat next to you. You took a bite of the perfectly scrambled eggs because of course, they were perfect.

He watched you eat with an emotion you hadn’t seen before. He could tell you were confused, and he wanted so badly to tell you it was adoration. The swine you were surrounded by had been to idiotic to appreciate what they had. Even just watching you was a gift nobody deserved.

“So this proposition?” You mumbled as you chewed lightly.

Jin snapped out of his trance, “Ah, yes.” He straightened his posture and rolled his shoulders like a true businessman as you watched his mouth settle into a confident smirk, one slightly different than the one he held whilst holding your legs open mere hours ago. The memory almost made you want to forego the offer and proceed with another round instead. Never in your life had anyone made you feel so wanted, “I would like for you to be my… companion.” He snapped you from your thoughts and considered the word for a moment before speaking again, “I find the word girlfriend to be too casual for what I would like our arrangement to be.”

You shifted a bit in your seat, unsure what the word companion even meant to him, “And what arrangement would that be?” You took another bite, trying to avoid his intimidating aura.

“One of a romantic variety.” You nearly choked on the food, “I suppose the end goal is for you to be my wife.” This time you did choke on the food. Your windpipe had welcomed the egg but Jin was quick to pat you on the back as you coughed, “I was just about to say I’d like to grow old with you, and here you are, almost killing yourself.” He chided as he pushed a cup of water your way and he waited for you to put the cup down before proceeding, “Essentially, I love you, and I’d like for you to commit to being with me and eventually loving me back as we go through life together.”

Your eyes were wide as you looked past Jin, trying to avoid eye contact. Had anyone ever really loved you? Your parents, maybe. However, she was required to by society. Jin had no obligation to feel anything for you and yet here he was, making you food and offering you the love and attention you craved.

You felt your face heat at his nonchalant confession of love and yet your heart was racing at his hand landed on top of yours. Your entire body was buzzing and you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anticipation, “Well, w-what’s in it for me?” The question was shaky at best. You were willfully confused and unsure why you had been so ready to say yes without even hearing the benefits.

Jin was evidently amused by your attempt to put on a disinterested front. You had never been a good liar. He loved that about you and thrived on your honesty, “For one, you’ll have a stable and consistent person in your life.” That one stung a bit which is why he wanted to get that out of the way first. He knew how lonely and isolated you were, “You’ll always have my support emotionally, physically, and financially.” You nodded, asking him to go on, “You’ll never have to worry about anything really, I find myself with an aching need to bend to your every whim.” You smiled sheepishly at this, “I can offer you a life of happiness, loyalty, security, and endless love.”

You didn’t realize how hard you had clutched his hand until you breathed out a released Jin from your clutches. He stroked the top of your hand in response, “And what’s required of me?”

Jin squeezed your hand for a moment, “Your love and affection.” He mused, “I want you to commit to being my lover- ah, that’s the word I had been looking for.” He lightly tapped his head, “You make me woefully absentminded.” He chided and you felt your heart flutter, “All you ever have to do is look at only me as far as potential mates go. I can certainly promise to keep you interested.” A smirk played on the edge of his lips as his other hand stroked your knee, “You’re intoxicating and I could very well prove to be your drug of choice as well.” He spoke lowly and you almost shivered, “Your rules, for lack of a better word, would be to love me, and only me, and ideally, work at home for the most part.” This caught your attention, “Your passion seems to lie with screenwriting and editing with a dash of set design, yes?” He hardly waited for you to confirm, “So, you can do most of your work at home as is, on any other endeavors, I’d like to accompany you.” You nodded again, agreeing before your mind was fully made up, “I don’t like the idea of the outside world having free access to you.”

“Go figure, considering the outside world had paid access to me.” You chuckled before taking a breath after seeing Jin’s smile falter, “Anywho, I would be quite a fool to deny you.” You sighed out, “You paint a nice picture, especially to someone as isolated and affection-starved as myself. You seem to have made yourself the skeleton key to all the locked doors I’ve been faced with in my lifetime.” Jin smiled proudly at this, “Yeah, it’s creepy you got off to watching me and are literally obsessed, but if you look like this, have that much money, and can make me cum like that during our first time, who am I to say no to a life of comfort and happiness?"

"Do you think you could love me?” Jin asked, confidence mostly gone and his eyes left with pure hope. For the first time, he didn’t know your answer.

You smiled at him, no doubt in your answer as you brought your hand to cup his cheek softly, “I certainly could.” You were softer this time, “But riddle me this…"

"Anything.” His hand brushed over your own as your thumb stroked his cheek.

“Why do you love me?” He placed a kiss on the back of your hand after holding it.

He sighed dreamily, “I’m surrounded by people with the whole world in the palm of their hand.” He rubbed his face against your hand, “Some love it, some hate it, but they’re all the same.” You saw him grimace at the very thought of these people, “They lie and constantly pretend to be something they’re not.” He looked up to meet your eyes, “But you, are so unapologetic about who you are and what you love.” He cupped your face and you could feel yourself heat at his touch, “You’re honest and not afraid to feel despite everyone trying to get you to conform to their standards.” He smiled at you and you knew it was over, “I genuinely just want you in my life, and I want to be someone special to you as you are to me.”

You were shaken from the trance when you felt a tear slide down your cheek. Never in your life had anyone been so kind and supportive of you. He didn’t joke about how unlikely your career path was or give you a backhanded compliment. He was just a guy who wanted to be in your life and support you- and if overlooking his obsessive stint of his was what you had to do, then fuck it. He could’ve easily lied to you and you would’ve fallen for him none the wiser. What does you knowing about his obsession really change? It doesn’t make him love you any less and it doesn’t make you any less infatuated. You would be his and he would be yours because you both wanted it to be as such.

Jin’s hand brushed the tear off your cheek, “No need to worry, petal.” His voice was gentle, “Not anymore, not while I’m around.”

Your eyes glinted with hope and just a hint of trust when Jin met them again. You leaned in to kiss him softly, an affirming kiss. It was a kiss that said, “You better not be lying to me Kim Seokjin, I’ll go crazy.” You breathed the words against his mouth and he gave you a playful smile.

He gave you a kiss in return, reassuring the faith you decided to put in him. He would never disappoint you. His hand went to the back of your neck as he tilted your head upwards to pull you in deeper, “I’m so in love you.” He breathed on your mouth in return and you shivered, the feeling foreign to you.

“Well,” You huffed, catching your breath, “Do I get to live in your fancy penthouse now?” You gave me a carefree smile, and it sunk in that he was no longer forced to watch you through a screen. He could watch you all day. He had plans to do as much. He found he could prove his love best by merely looking at you.

You really knew how to read him like a book. He noted how terribly naive you were. In a matter of 24 hours, you agreed to move in with a man who had spied on you like an animal starved. However, Jin only determined this as an exhibition of how meant to be the both of you were. A great playwright must have written your love story for the ages.

The world looked much more beautiful with your hands on him.

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supremeuppityone · 5 years

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Written for Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo 2020 @kcvalentinesbingo

Prompt: “His name is NOT ‘Cupid McDimples’!”

Author’s note: This is the much-requested sequel to Chapter 67: The Best Safety Plan, found in my Klaroline series, A Beautiful Symmetry.

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It started with a dozen candy cane sorrels delivered in an exquisite crystal vase.

“Oxalis versicolors?! Those have to be shipped in from South Africa!”

Caroline rolled her eyes at Bonnie, doing her best to fight back a silly grin as she read the note from Klaus: Thinking of you. She still wasn’t sure what to think of their encounter with the hot weirdo in the woods who thinks he’s an immortal Viking hybrid something with fangs who buried Damon’s body for them in exchange for a date with her. And he’s probably a psycho killer. And a week ago she was worried her life had become dull.

And then he sent a platinum and diamond encrusted charm bracelet. From the exclusive Arcadius flame logo, she probably could’ve funded her and Bonnie’s practice for the next year if she pawned it. It was beautifully designed and somehow perfectly tailored to her background and tastes — from the miniature eye chart and glasses charms to the scrolled letter ‘C’, her sapphire birthstone, and, surprisingly, a raven. How the hell did he know “The Raven” was her favorite poem?

“Cupid McDimples is stepping up his game,” Bonnie teased as she eyed the shiny bracelet. “Can’t wait to see what he has planned for your date. Well, our date since I’m going with you in case he actually is a crazy murderer and we need to get all shovel-happy again.”

“His name is NOT Cupid McDimples! He’s a random lunatic we ran into and it’s entirely possible he wants to wear our skin. And damn right you’re going with me since you’re the one who suggested I go on the date in the first place AFTER he admitted to being in the woods for a body dump. Come to think of it, shovels might be a good idea.” Letting out along-suffering sigh, she added, “Of course someone that attractive would have some glaring defects.”

“Not to throw stones, but you two lovelies were traipsing about the woods for the same reason,” Klaus’ amused voice suddenly interrupted, startling them both. With a dimpled smirk, he held out two shovels, cheekily topped by frilly pink bows. “In case you decide to end our date by getting ‘shovel-happy’.”

Seriously? There was no reason for her heart to be fluttering like this over a pair of shovels. And yet it was. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so charmed. “Are you always so considerate with your dates?”

“Honestly, I can’t recall the last date I went on,” he remarked, his accented voice warm and inviting. “Does sharing a glass of champagne with one of the chambermaids at Tuileries count as a date? We were having a rather lovely time before the Parisian mob invaded and the royals marked it as a prudent time to flee.”

“You’re seriously talking about the French Revolution. Like you were there,” Caroline replied flatly, throwing an exasperated glance at Bonnie.

Swinging her shovel up until the handle rested on a shoulder, Bonnie muttered, “Why the hell not? Caroline’s last date was convinced a powerful secret society is running the Starbucks franchise, which is why they’re on every corner.”

Favoring him with a wink, Caroline kept a grip on her shovel while linking her other arm with his. “I do enjoy a good nervous breakdown.”

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There was a delicious-looking meal set out in the auditorium. She’d been surprised when Klaus drove them to a community theater, and immediately squealed when she saw they were performing a series of Poe’s works. “Poe is my favorite author! I had no idea this was going on.”

She could’ve sworn the tips of his ears turned red and his voice was a bit tight as he said, “Yes, well, what a coincidence.” As a handsome man with a blinding white smile stepped out of the shadows, he nodded his head at Bonnie and said, “I brought along Marcel to keep you company. Marcel is a...friend.”

Bonnie studied the stranger skeptically, but Caroline also noticed a flicker of interest in her friend’s gaze. So, clearly she wasn’t the only one who had terrible taste in men. “And I suppose Marcel’s a werewolf-vampire Viking too?”

“Actually, I was a plantation slave in Louisiana. Just a little over 200 now,” Marcel replied silkily, with enough of a flirty undertone that Bonnie’s eye twitched.

Caroline snorted, telling her friend, “See? I told you all the hot ones were crazy.”

Marcel threw back his head, laughing. “I’ve been perfectly sane for years now. The Quarter Coven isn’t nearly as powerful as they think.”

As Klaus held out a chair for Caroline, he wryly answered, “Now, let’s not be too hasty — you weren’t under a spell when you summoned my father to try to kill me after you returned from World War I.”

Seriously?! French Revolution. Werewolf-vampire Viking. Plantation slave. Witch coven. World War I. Caroline exchanged a look with Bonnie, in which they wordlessly weighed the hot-to-crazy ratio of their dates and decided to just roll with it. Besides, the dating pool was far too shallow in their little town to be overly picky. What’s a bit of crazy between friends?

The antique sconces along the walls began to flash, signaling the performance would begin soon despite the empty theater. Confused, Caroline leaned over to whisper in Klaus’ ear, “Are we early? Where’s the rest of the audience?”

Marcel gleefully explained, “Klaus bought out the whole place. In fact, he actually hired them to—”

“Try the saffron crab cakes, Marcel. It seems your mouth needs to be occupied,” Klaus interrupted, cheeks slightly pink as he couldn’t quite meet Caroline’s inquisitive gaze.

Was Marcel going to reveal that Klaus paid an acting troupe to perform Poe’s works because he was her favorite author? Seriously?! The last date she went on wanted her to reimburse him for the drinks because she ended the date early after he told her that he and his twin sister just loved blondes and ‘shared everything’. “You’re really setting the bar high for our second date,” she told Klaus, enjoying the hopeful gleam in his gray eyes.

“Second date? That’s quite forward of you, sweetheart,” he teased. “I’ll need a bit more wooing before I agree to a second date.”

She couldn’t help but return his impish grin. “Then I probably need to figure out your favorite author.”

“I’m quite fond of Chaucer. Now, he’s heralded as one of the greatest English poets of the Middle Ages, but in his time, kept getting into quarrels with those who believed legitimate literature should be written only in French or Latin. I might’ve had a compelling argument in ensuring his proper burial at Westminster Abbey.”

Caroline rolled her eyes as she replied, “And after that, you gave Columbus directions and helped Henry VIII hire a divorce lawyer.”

He chuckled, caressing her hand with his thumb. His voice low and seductive as he murmured, “You are a delight.”

Nearly identical snorts came from Bonnie and Marcel’s table, but Caroline couldn’t be bothered as her heart did that fluttery thing again while Klaus looked at her. Onstage, the red velvet curtains rose to reveal a cozy fireplace and an actor in a wingback chair. From the ominous bird perched on the bookcase overhead, it looked like she’d be treated to her favorite poem first.

Since it was Poe, the shrill screams backstage seemed to blend perfectly with the foreboding atmosphere, and it wasn’t until the sounds of furniture breaking and muted thuds against walls reached her ears that Caroline realized something was wrong. The lone actor who’d been sitting in the chair seemed paralyzed with fear as a pale young man strutted onto the stage, a single trail of blood at the corner of his mouth.

If it wasn’t for the blood, Caroline would’ve dismissed him as another pretty boy who’d never love anyone as much as he loved himself. The supercilious curl of his smile gave her chills — not to mention the black veins that crawled underneath his eyes. Plus, there were fangs. Actual fangs.

“Klaus, I’ve come for your kingdom — and your head,” he proclaimed with a snarling hiss.

Wow. Apparently monsters are a thing. Caroline couldn’t help her knee-jerk reaction as she blurted out, “So, werewolf-vampire Viking or plantation slave?”

Although clearly in shock, Bonnie managed to reply, “Probably not plantation slave.”

Klaus snickered, seemingly pleased by the women’s ability to keep a sense of humor during this bizarre situation. “Actually, Lucien’s just an upstart stable boy.”

As Klaus and Marcel both bared their fangs, leaping onto the stage to face off with Lucien in a whoosh of air that was impossible to comprehend, Caroline started thinking that maybe those shovels would come in handy after all.

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sarahegerton96 · 5 years

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Dean Karny-My King

This wasn’t requested but I’m writing it for the amazing wonderful talented @primaba11erina just to say thank you for everything you do for me, hope you enjoy bub ❤

It was the week of Y/N’s senior prom and after spending weeks of debating whether or not to go she finally decided to go, so what that she didn’t have a date who needed one to have a good time anyways, she was going to go and have good night with all her class mates.

Y/N and Autumn went dress shopping for your dress for the prom which was now only 2 days away and you were starting to get frustrated seeing as you couldn’t find a dress that stood out to you, this wasn’t the first attempt to find a dress, “Y/N why are you being so picky about you dress your never normally this picky?” Autumn said and you just shrugged your shoulders not wanting to reveal the real reason why you were being so picky.

You see you had heard from a very close friend of yours that Dean Karny, yes the very Dean that you had been obsessing over since 10th grade was going to be at the prom and you thought that if you looked incredible enough that he may finally notice you after only spending that last 2 years of being chemistry partners and always calling you by the wrong name. “Y/N come here what about this one” Autumn called you snapping you out of your daydream and ushering you over to where shes standing holding the most beautiful and breathtaking dress you’ve ever seen, “ That’s it that’s my dress” you squeal grabbing it from Autumn and making you way towards the fitting rooms to try it on. It fits like a glove hugging your curves I all the right places. “Hows does it fit” you hear Autumn ask from the other side of the curtain, “good but I think I may have to go commando, my underwear is visible” you say back as you pull the curtain to reveal yourself to your best friend. “Wow Y/N you look incredible” Autumn gushed as she saw you standing there before her. “Don’t worry bub we’ll find you a nice sexy little lacy thong to go underneath that wont be visible” Autumn winks at you as she leaves the dressing room.

*****The dress you wear******

The day of the prom finally came and to say you were excited was and understatement, you had gotten up early to shower as you had an early waxing and tan appointment you had to get to, after your appointment you headed home to have some lunch before you started to do your hair and make-up. Once you were home you made yourself a bowl of steaming hot mac and cheese, after eating you made your way to you room and started on your make up, you applied a natural make up look with a black and gold smoky eye and curled your hair in loose beachy waves, before you knew me to leave you glanced at yourself in the mirror once more happy with your appearance, grabbed your gold clutch and made your way out the door towards the waiting limo where you were greeted by Autumn.

Yous pull up to the hotel and make your way inside, it was decorated beautifully, you made your way over to the drinks table to get a drink of “punch” and made our way back over to your friends, as you cross the dance floor you spot him walking through the doors you stopped dead in your tracks and stared at him he was sporting a beautiful black tux and bow tie, he was…BREATHTAKING to say the least and you couldn’t tear your eyes off him, you made a note to thank whoever thought of using black tie as the theme for the prom, he looked up and saw you staring at him and just stared back looking you up and down biting his lip and winked at you turning away and continuing to talk with his mates you made your way back over to the table where Autumn and Dakota sat talking about random stuff. “Well if I didn’t know any better I would say I caught Mr. Karny checking you out babe” Dakota says as you return to the table “Yeah Y/N he couldn’t peel his eyes away from your ass as you walked away” Autumn says with a smirk plastered on her face, “Oh stop it you two I highly doubt that” you say blushing and trying to change the subject.

As the night drew on you started to feel the full effects of the punch you had been drinking over the past few hours, you couldn’t help but keep glancing over to where Dean was standing with his friends, one particular time when you looked over you caught him already staring hungrily over at you biting his lip, you quickly look away blushing hoping that he didn’t see you staring at him for the millionth time that night.

“Don’t look now girl but Mr. Karny is making his way over to you” Autumn says in a hushed tone sending a wink your way, just as you were about to protest and tell her to stop fucking about, Dean clears his throat causing you to snap you head in his direction almost giving yourself whiplash in the process. “Y/N may I have this dance” he asks as he held his hand out for you to take, “Y-yes” you stuttered out in complete shock and disbelief as the guy you’ve been oogling over for the past 2 years and all night knew your name and had just asked you to dance with him. You stood up and made your way to the dance floor as as slow song started to play, you felt Dean’s hands graze your ass as he brought them up to rest on you hips, yous swayed to the music and stared into his eyes, you never noticed just how incredibly beautiful his eyes were they glistened like to emeralds in the dim lighting of the room and you melted into him further, you glanced from his eyes to his lips and back up biting you lip, he slowly leaned in and connected your lips in a slow passionate kiss, his hands sliding down from your hips and landing on your ass gently squeezing you moaned into the kiss causing Dean to squeeze harder and deepen the kiss, yous eventually broke apart panting from how intense the kiss was. “Shit Y/N you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Dean says as he regains his composure, you just stand there staring at him not being able to speak still too entranced from what happened as you touch you lips that were s tingling from the kiss. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you out of the hall to the nearest empty room he can find, “Where are we going?” You question, “I needed to get you alone” is all he says as he pulls you into a nearby office slams the door closed and locking it behind yous.

“I can’t fucking wait until we get get out of here” he grit out, already working on my hiking my dress up. “I need to get my mouth on your cunt, and here is as good a place as any.”

I moaned at the words, goosebumps covering me when a second later he ripped my panties right off me without an iota of effort. He fell to his knees, muttering words I couldn’t really hear over the sound of my own panting.

“Shouldn’t even do this… such a fucking bad girl, such a tease in this dress. Taste so damn good.”

I ran my fingers through his hair before clenching it in response to an especially hard flick of his tongue on my clit.

“Ohhh Daddy, that’s it. Shit, I’m already so close.”

“Oh no you don’t Y/N. You don’t have permission to come yet.”

My head fell back, thudding on the desk at his words. I rarely ever held back from coming, but when I did it was an exquisite torture. I was already on edge, and I felt like with one more brush of his lips on my pussy I’d explode.

Of course, he knew that, so he moved his mouth to the insides of my thighs, giving me time to cool down a little. He nipped my sensitive skin and then kissed away the sting, moving my legs from the desk up to his shoulders. His hands fell to my ass, tilting my hips up so he could feast on me once again.

His tongue ran up one side of my lips and down the other before coming back up between them. He fucked my pussy with his tongue like I knew he was dying to do with his cock, his hands coming up and squeezing my tits through my dress.

“I fucking knew it,” he said after the first squeeze, his mouth leaving me and making me whimper in protest.“I knew the second you walked in here tonight you weren’t wearing a bra. Do you know how hard it’s been not to stare? To touch? You’re a goddamn tease, and it’s time to turn the tables.”

He spent what felt like the next three years of my life eating my pussy, backing away right when I was about to come and then nibbling on my thighs until he knew he could go back to where he really wanted to be. I was shaking, begging him to let me come when he finally pulled away, standing and stripping his clothes of quickly. I ripped my own dress off and laid back down, gripping my full tits and tweaking my nipples, constant sounds falling from my lips to tempt him to finally fuck me.

“Come on Daddy, punish me with your cock. I know you’re dying to. I can see you leaking. Don’t you want to come in me?”

“Jesus, Y/N” I breathed the words out and grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing hard to keep me from going off right then. She already knew me so well- because that was exactly what I’d been thinking, looking at her laying on the desk with swollen pussy and tits in her hands. Her makeup was smudged from sweat and probably a few tears. I hadn’t been exactly kind, edging her for probably an hour. My girl was a sensitive one, and judging by the looks of it, it never took her long to get off. So torturing her without an orgasm for an hour would leave her exactly where she was.

Messy. Pussy dripping onto the desk. Hair wild. Body shaking from the need to come. Begging words falling from those pink, plump lips.

I reached out for her, pulling her down off the desk and spinning her around. I pressed my hand into her back to let her know I wanted her laying flat against it. She followed direction without hesitation, nearly vibrating with excitement.

“Hold on to the other edge. And cross your legs at your ankles.” I gathered a handful of her hair as she did what I told her, watching the play of her muscles under her skin, the sheen of sweat that had gathered there shining on her skin as the moonlight shone in the window of the office. I pulled on her hair a little, bringing her head up so I could kiss her. I was about to fuck her hard, and I wanted to make sure she knew it and I was more than happy to give it to her.

She hummed happily as our tongues swirled around each other the kiss going from something simple to something deep and hungry. We broke apart, breaths coming even faster than before.

I palmed my cock and brushed it up and down her slit, gathering wetness on the tip and listening to her whimper, hips moving into me and nearly begging for me to plunge inside her.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. Can you feel how hard I am for you?” I thrust my hips forward and the tip of my cock bumped her hard clit, eliciting a loud groan from her.

“Yes, please…” she trailed off with a moan as I bumped her clit again.

“You’ve been such a fucking tease, and now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to feel it until I fuck you again.”

She moaned loudly, and I slapped her ass when she wiggled it in invitation. “You’re a bad girl, you know that? Admit it and I’ll put my cock in this pretty pussy of yours.”

“Yes, I’m a bad girl!” Her words ended on a scream when I thrust forward and buried almost every inch in one go. Her pussy pulsed around me and I groaned, trying to hold it together with how damn good it felt.

“You’re so tight, baby. Now hold still for me, and let me fuck you like the bad little girl you are.”

“I”m ready, Daddy,” she whimpered and rocked her ass back into me again, prompting me to slap her ass once more.

“Good girl,” I rasped as I pulled out. I slowly pushed in, both of us groaning at the feeling. “You’re so tight like this baby, I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit.”

“You can fit, I know you can Daddy. I want to feel all of you inside me.” Her pussy rippled around me as I fit another couple of inches in. It took a second to get through my fogged brain to realize she was about to come, just from me sliding my cock inside her like this.

“I didn’t say you could come yet.“ I slapped her one more time, pulling her head back and turning her body into one big arch. I knew exactly what this did to her, and as I fit the last few inches of my dick in her with one last spank, she detonated around me.

"Oh, fuck Daddy! Your cock feels too good! I can’t stop from coming!” Her yelled words broke the last of my restraint, and I began to fuck her like crazy through her orgasm, sending her from one right into another. She let out a hoarse scream, clenching every muscle in her body and causing me to shout as my own orgasm struck me suddenly.

“Jesus, fuck,” I yelled as I unloaded my cum inside her body, marveling when I felt her tighten with a smaller, shorter climax than her first two. I tapped her thigh, letting her know she could uncross her legs and relax.

She shakily did so, falling against the desk in a boneless heap and letting out small little whimpers while I continued to drag my cock in and out in shallow thrusts, drawing the moment out. When we had both come down, I pulled out and watched as our mixed cum trailed down her thighs. Both of us took a weird pleasure in that part. Y/N hummed, a big smile on her face as she watched me watch her.

I helped her up from the desk, searching for something to clean her up with I found a box of tissues and used them to wipe her up, helping her back into her dress, placing a sweet chaste kiss to her lips.

“Fancy coming back to mine for round 2 babe?” he said with a smirk on his lips. I nodded eagerly.

We made our way back to the hall to get our things and tell our friends we were heading off. As I approached the table where Autumn and Dakota sat they jumped up “OMG Y/N you and Dean won prom king and queen” they said excitedly I stood there completely dumbfounded that I had won.

“Ready to go my queen” Dean said as he came up and put my crown on my head and gestured for me to link his arm so we could head back to his place. “Yep just grabbing my bag” I said as I leaned over, “You must tell us everything” Autumn and Dakota said in together, I just winked and took Deans arm and walked toward the exit with him.

And to think I wasn’t even going to come and now here I am queen of the prom with my king on my arm, who knows where this might lead ;)….

******THE END********

hope you like it bub please let me know what you think :)

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venusxxlangdon · 6 years

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Beautiful Player

summary: Duncan Shepherd is a gambler, and the reader is a casino girl with a very strong intuition for the lucky stakes. pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral (giving/receiving), fingering, daddy kink

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Lana Del Rey — Beautiful Player

It was never a regular Saturday night for Casino Bellagio. Right when the clock stroke midnight people from all over Vegas were coming to try their odds and hoped that Ms. Fortuna would be merciful and they would not lose all their money by the end of the night. These walls had seen everything: famous politicians going bankrupt, fortuitous lucky ones winning thousands of dollars, celebrities from all over the world performing in the luxurious bar, and random tourists who just wanted to take a glance at the world’s famous casino and feel the atmosphere of the rush and frisson with their skin.

Bellagio Hotel and Casino offered the best service in Vegas, a perfect blend of beauty and elegance for the rich. That was why Duncan Shepherd, a young successful politician from Washington D.C., hurried to have his assistant book a suite with a view of the city skyline and enormous fountains for him right after he found out that the upcoming weekend he would spend in Las Vegas working on a new deal.

Besides his political career, he was also well-known for an exquisite and expensive hobby of his, gambling. It was not only an exciting hobby that made the blood in his veins boil with adrenaline when he placed his bets in roulette or played poker but another way of networking. If one wanted to meet the right people, he should have hit the private rooms in the most pretentious casinos of D.C. where the most influential politicians played the odds. The bartenders and the dealers knew him everywhere and they didn’t even have to ask him what drink he would like to have since he always went for the same Camus Cuvee and 100$ bill for the first bet. The stakes would increase accordingly to the amount of cognac the young man drank.

“Alright, I think it’s time to show the cards” a man in his fifties proclaimed after a single community card was dealt, and leaned back on his chair taking a long drag of a cigar he was holding in his hand. It was not a lucky night for him and there was no sense to continue this game anymore. His eyes traveled from his opponent to Duncan who was chewing on his bottom lip with his brows frowned.

Duncan knew the man had a shitty combination way before he offered to show the cards. Years of practice taught him to read people’s faces like a picture book and detect the slightest traces of doubt. Now it was all about the other guy’s hand.

“Player one’s got ace and king of spades,” the dealer announced when Duncan and the guy flipped their cards, “Player two has got ace and queen of diamonds. Player one has won the game”.

Duncan grinned and shook hands with them in honor of a great game.

“Huh, seems like all the money goes to the capital tonight,” the man grinned.

“It’s the king who did the job,” Duncan fend off teasingly and unconsciously ran his fingers through the curls. His Cartier ring clicked against the glass when he took another sip of cognac.

Suddenly they were interrupted by the sound of applause from the next room. Curiously the men turned their heads to see a tall, lanky guy jumping with excitement, throwing his fists up in the air, and screaming “Today is the best day of my life!”

“Well, well, another lucky specimen,” said the man with a cigar looking unimpressed.

“Do you think she helped him?” asked the younger guy and made a sign to the dealer to shuffle the deck for a new round.

Duncan watched the winner take his chips and head upstarts to get the money. His face was literally glowing with happiness. “It’s amazing what effect money can have on people, especially on those who never had it” Shepherd thought to himself remembering how many people he had to bribe back in the day.

“What to do you mean someone helped him?” he asked adjusting the collar of his cashmere turtleneck. Alcohol and the game got him feeling hot, so he took his jacket off and carefully placed on a chair next to him.

“Haven’t you heard about Y/N?” the older man suspiciously looked at Duncan. No way a gambler like him didn’t know the girl who always placed her bets on the winning numbers. No one understood how it all exactly worked, and she never told about the details implying that it was just the matter of good intuition, but the gamblers all over the world were haunting her and begging to help them. Although the majority didn’t have enough money to pay for her escort. The girl charged insanely big prices and always took one-fifth of the prize.

“Wait, that Y/N?” Duncan arched his brow. “The one who always wins? I didn’t know she was here”

Where else could she be?

The man hummed approvingly. His thin lips twitched when he looked above Duncan’s head and lifted his drink up as if he was greeting someone. Duncan turned around and a saw young woman dressed in a long silk dress that was draped in beautiful waves contouring the delicate curves of her feminine figure. Her posture was gracious, as she slowly made her way past the long corridor to the bar. He noticed the hungry look in the men’s eyes following her every step and the way they tried to catch her glance hoping she would at least look at them.

“There she is,” the man sounded so proud as if he knew her personally. Duncan wondered if she had ever helped him win.

“A fucking beauty queen” added the younger guy taking a long drag. All three of them couldn’t take their eyes off of the woman.

Duncan shifted on his seat uncomfortably. He cleared his throat and tried to sound uninterested when he asked:

“And how much does she charge?”

The man across the table was old and experienced enough to crack Duncan’s intentions right after the question rolled off his tongue. He narrowed his eyes. A lenient smile was ghosting across his lips as he spoke:

“That’s classified. If you want to know, go ahead and find out yourself” he gave the younger guy a sidelong look, and they both chucked.

“Would you want to try your luck tonight?” wondered the guy, and Duncan shrugged. He really didn’t need to win a fortune to feel good about himself, especially since he was rich enough to treat gambling as another way to spend his free time. What really got him was the fact that there was this mysterious girl, he had heard so many rumors about, out there who not only looked insanely gorgeous but was independent and picky enough to choose her clients. He once overheard that she refused to gamble with some sheik because she didn’t like the way he addressed her.

He felt the adore raise the familiar tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach. The tip of his tongue slid across his bottom lip, as he stared in the direction the girl just went. Maybe it was his chance because only God knew whether they would ever meet again.

“Excuse me, gentlemen” he nodded at the two men who weren’t even surprised that he decided to ditch them as soon as he saw the lucky girl. They couldn’t blame him. Duncan didn’t notice, but the younger guy discreetly slid a 100$ banknote under the table. The older man mouthed “told you”, and they watched Duncan hop off the chair and head to the bar.

His eyes wandered around the spacious room looking for the girl. People who could afford to relax in this bar definitely belonged to a higher echelon. One could tell it from the way they looked and the topics they were discussing: politics, economics, investments, stock markets, and international contracts. A group of men in their mid-40s was spotted on a leather couch. Three girls were with them sitting in their laps with the indifferent looks on their faces. The only things that probably worried them were other designer bags they could buy after escorting these men.

He saw her sitting alone in the farthest corner of the room lazily drinking a cocktail. Her arm was stretched on the back of the sofa frivolously, and she looked like she owned this entire place. A tall indoor palm tree was hiding her from the intrusive men who were more than willing to buy her a drink, and at the same time allowed her to keep an eye on everyone.

Duncan adjusted his jacket and slowly approached the girl who tilted her head a little at the sight of him. He took his seat on a dark burgundy leather couch across from her.

“Congratulations on another win,” he smirked and called over a waiter to order a drink, “it was brilliant”.

She narrowed her eyes.

“You weren’t even there,” her voice was deep and calm as if she was tasting every word on the tip of her tongue before saying it. Duncan’s eyes involuntarily traveled down her body to the bare knees. A high slit of her silk dress offered a fascinating scene of her skin, so smooth and soft at first glance.

“Thank you,” Duncan said to the waiter when he brought him his drink and turned his gaze back at the girl. “I’ve heard a lot about you” he ignored her snarky comment and took a sip enjoying the burning taste of the liquor. “It’s surprising how the world’s famous casino lets you help their clients when their primary goal is to keep people from winning, so they would come back over and over again”.

She was watching him attentively. He looked elegant in his all-black outfit, polished leather boots, with gold Rolex around his wrist and effortlessly styled hair. Despite a small marble table between them, she could sense a slight trail of his Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille fragrance.

“Well,” she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind the ear, “if you heard a lot about me, you know that I help people win on very rear occasions. It doesn’t do any damage to the budget. Besides I pay all my taxes ” she noticed his look on her legs and crossed them provocatively, so the slit of her dress went higher and showed more of her thighs. Maybe it was the second Cosmopolitan she was drinking, or the posh atmosphere of the casino, or the handsome appearance of the man, she didn’t even know the name of, but she enjoyed his attention. She thrived off of the idea of being provocative. It was thrilling to find out what turn their conversation would take.

“Duncan Shepherd,” he offered her his hand. She nodded, outstretched her hand, and slightly shivered when their skin made contact. He gently turned her palm downwards by the fingertips and brought it to his lips to leave a feather-light kiss.

“Y/N” she introduced herself and quickly took her hand back to grab the drink. “So to what do I owe the pleasure to enjoy,” she rolled her eyes, “your company?”

She took another sip without breaking eye contact. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his sharp jaw with the tips of his digits.

“I was wondering if you cared to collaborate with me tonight?” she cocked her eyebrow at his choice of words.

“Do you mean “to help you win a fortune?””

Duncan shrugged.

“If you are able to?” he put his glass on the table and leaned closer to her. Her gaze scanned his muscular thighs, long fingers he laced together, and went back at his face. His gray eyes sparkled mischievously in the faint light of the bar. “I mean” she shot a surprised glare at him, “I don’t doubt your intuition, but it would be my honor to witness it in action.”

He said the last words right when she brought the glass to her lips and was about to have a taste, but he caught her off-guard and she ended up choking. Her laughter, almost child-like and sincere, ringed in the crowded room like a wind chime. The lack of oxygen didn’t matter. All the anguish of the intimidating vibes of her appearance melted into the sound of her giggling. Duncan didn’t understand what was so funny, but the way she started wiping off the tears trying not to smear the mascara made him chuckle as well.

“You do realize that I don’t need to prove anything to you?” she took a deep breath trying to calm down. “And I’m too smart for this “I dare you” bullshit. Besides....” she pointed her manicured finger at him, “are you sure that you are able to afford me?” It was her turn to lean forward. Their faces were inches away, and she could feel the tension between them intensify.

He moved his head closer to her ear and even though she would never admit it, but the sensation of his hot breath across her skin made goosebumps line her skin and increased the pace of her heartbeat. She found herself lost for a second in his presence and missed the moment when she had let him put his hand on her knee and gently squeeze it.

“Name the price,” he whispered and leaned back with a wide smirk. She was thankful to the dim lights for not making her blush too obvious. Duncan wasn’t the first attractive guy who wanted her to help him, but she was surprised with the way her own body reacted to him. The ghost of his touch on her knee was still present, and she bit her lower lip, so the pain would remind her to stay focused. She cleared her throat and without looking at Duncan grabbed her purse, he just noticed, and started looking for something inside.

“Alright,” she took her Rouge Coco Chanel out, “this is how much I charge for one game” she wrote the price which actually looked like a phone number on a white napkin without any second thought of ruining the lipstick. She stood up and looked down at Duncan satisfied with the shock painted on his face. She hoped it would show him that she was serious. “Meet me at the roulette table in 10 minutes” she slid her hand down the dress adjusting the fabric and maybe doing it way too seductively than it had been intended, “if you are still in.”

xxx

He found her in one of the rooms with luxurious furniture and the roulette table right in the center of it. About twenty people stood around it ready to watch another win of Y/N. In fact, more of them wanted to see her, but it was a private room, so only the ones with a black pass could enter it. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly when she saw Duncan.

“I have already bought in,” she told him and nodded at the dealer who was preparing the chips.

“What if I hadn’t come?” asked Duncan amusingly taking his seat next to her. Maybe too close. Their hands were almost touching.

“Then it would have been the first time my intuition failed me,” she winked and turned her gaze at the dealer.

Duncan ordered another glass of cognac. Was it his third? Fourth one? When one was about to bet the half of his fortune it was never enough.

“What chips did you buy in for?” he asked her.

“500$ for the beginning,” she replied and let Duncan take the exchanged chips from the dealer’s hand.

He looked at the table examining the column bets. Since Y/N had bet 500$ he placed 5 chips for 100$ in the 1sr column, put another 500$ on black numbers, and another bank note went on red even numbers. The line bet covered six numbers and they played five to one.

Twenty minutes later he had three numbers covered which paid eleven to one. He needed to cover the table in order to get a straight up.

“Now you have a street,” she whispered, and he felt her leg pressing against his thigh. Duncan nodded and continued spreading his wages in the covered numbers. She was sitting so close, almost in his lap, her hair was brushing against his cheek.

“Please, concentrate, Ms. Y/L/N.” he smirked.

The dealer proclaimed that there were no more bets and asked to choose the winning number. Duncan sensed the way her body tensed next to him as she leaned forward towards the roulette wheel. His mouth watered at the sight of her cleavage.

“So what do you think?” he noticed how quiet it became in the room as everyone froze in anticipation, curiously waiting for the girl’s verdict.

“I’ll make the decision when he spins the ball” she nodded at the dealer allowing him to start spinning.

Duncan felt the pressure start building up in his body. He wasn’t sure if she would be able to make a bet on time because it was truly the matter of seconds. From the corner of his eyes, he saw some men whispering something to each other worryingly.

Everything was in slow motion for him: he watched the dealer pick the ball and give it a good spin. It was all about the girl next to him whether she would be able to pick the right number. It would either hit a jackpot or leave him bankrupt because she had persuaded him to bet almost half of his fortune. It was obvious that he was nervous as his arm snaked around her waist and he slightly squeezed her side so nobody would have noticed his trembling fingers. The silk of her Givenchy dress was cool under the tips of his digits. He grabbed the glass of Hardy Le Printemps with his free hand and emptied it in one gulp.

Adrenaline flooded his system like it was on the intravenous ride into his blood, making every cell of his body flatter with anticipation. That was what he liked about gambling: the thrill, the euphoric feeling of the unknown.

“Don’t worry, I’m always right.” she whispered in his ear soothingly, and her lips “accidentally” brushed against his neck.

His heart was about to beat out of his chest like a trapped bird when she finally said:

“25 red and odd”

Duncan chewed his bottom lips watching the wheel attentively. He could feel the blood pumping in his temples.

“No fucking way,” he gasped when the ball landed on 25. Red. The people around the table started whistling and applauding. A wide grin spread across her lips, as she breathed out in relief and leaned back on her chair. No matter how many times she had won, it was always stressful for her.

The dealer collected outside wagers, leaving 25. It was a red number, so Duncan’s black wager came in along with the even one. The dealer isolated the winning number and cleared out the table of the losing chips leaving the winning bets on the table.

That night Duncan Shepherd tripled his fortune thanks to a gorgeous girl by his side.

xxx

Both of them knew they would end up in Duncan’s suite, it was just the matter of who would give up first. The triumphant feeling of euphoria from winning star struck Duncan, swiping him off his feet in pure ecstasy and making his head feel dizzy, so it was no surprise when he kissed her hand in front of everyone not being able to hold himself back. The heat in his body needed a release.

He truly hadn’t doubted her abilities, but when it happened before his eyes...when the ball landed on the chosen number, he had to pinch himself and check whether it wasn’t a dream. In this almost unconscious state he didn’t remember how he took her hand and whispered “come with me”, but he definitely remembered that she agreed and followed him to his suite. Everything he’d been feeling for the last couple hours from sexual tension to the anxiety from watching the ball spin washed over him and exacerbated all his senses. He felt electric.

As soon as the door was shut behind his back, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her closer to him, smashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers immediately found their way into his hair, pulling and tagging the soft strands. She wrapped her leg around his waist, and his right hand possessively cupped her ass, pressing her clothed core against his growing bulge. The girl whimpered and ground his hips onto him, making both of them moan in unison from the slightest friction. Duncan’s tongue entwined with hers, and he teasingly sucked on it, his free hand making its way up to the silk straps of her dress to slide it off her shoulders. It pulled around her waist like liquid nacre giving him a breathtaking view of her full breasts with the pink buds of hardening nipples. Her velour tongue licked his bottom lip and then she trapped it between her teeth, pulling hard, as his palms covered her bust and squeezed roughly. She threw her head back giving him more skin to suck on, rutting her hips against his crotch.

“Baby, baby,” he whispered lowly, sucking on her pulsing point and moving his plush lips to her collarbones and down to the valley of her breasts needy to be touched and licked. She moaned loudly when he sucked on her right nipple and pinched the left one between his thumb and index finger making her tug his hair and instinctively bring him closer to her flushed chest. “Wrap your legs around me” Duncan murmured and let go of her right boob with a vulgar “pop”. She obeyed in mere seconds, and he placed his hands under her ass cheeks for the leverage and made his way towards the bed. A quite whine slipped off her lips when he threw her onto the sheets and her head drowned in the clouds of numerous pillows. He hovered over her and yanked the rest of her dress up to expose those sinful thighs he has put his eyes on earlier at the bar.

“You are so fucking wet for me,” he smirked, observing the wet patch of fabric between her legs. Duncan’s long fingers gently stroke her throbbing core through her panties enjoying her mewls. She wriggled on the sheets, thirty for his touch.

“And this is the woman who usually plays hard to get?” he teased mockingly, spreading out her wet folds and circling the glistening entrance with the tips of his fingers. “Or is it just for me?” he arched his eyebrow, attentively examining her face: brows frowned, cheeks burning with the growing heat, lips slightly opened in anticipation.

Instead of answering, she tried to hop on his fingers, but he pinned her hips down with his left hand holding her in place. His lips ghosted over hers as he asked:

“Tell me, hmmm?” her arms flew up to his neck and she embraced him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest. “Am I the first one you are willing to spread your legs for so eagerly?” he nibbled on her jaw, sliding one finger inside of her caressing the tightness of her walls. Duncan could cum like that just from the thought of how heavenly good she would feel around his cock.

She impatiently pulled the hem of his turtleneck up, hungrily roaming over the naked skin of his abdomen.

“Yes!” she cried out when he crooked his finger and pressed the knuckle against the spongy spot inside her. It did magical things to her body, making her spread her legs wider. “You are the only one.”

Duncan involved her in another kiss. He savored the taste of her lips as if is life depended on them. He pulled away just to quickly take off his turtleneck and start undoing his Burberry belt. She sat up and quickly discarded her crumpled dress tossing it aside. Kneeling on the bed before him, she slid her hands down his naked torso and stopped at the waistband of his boxers. Having leaned forward, she pressed her lips to the outline of his erection, mouthing the hard cock through the fabric. She quickly yanked his boxers down and confidently wrapped her wrist around his shaft giving it a couple of tugs.

“C’mon, doll,” he urged her, and she lifted her gaze up at him while stroking his hardness and stopping at the tip to massage it. She ran her thumb along the slit, collecting his precum and brought it to her lips. Wrapping them around her digits, she moaned at the taste of him. “Let’s put this pretty mouth of yours to good use”

She flipped her hair to the side, and Duncan helped by grabbing a fistful of it in a loose ponytail. He growled at the sensation of her lips around his head sucking on it and creating a vacuum around the sensitive flesh. She took her time to make his cock nice and wet before sliding down on his length and covering the part she couldn’t take with her palm. Duncan maneuvered his hand down between her parted thighs and slowly started rubbing her clit, as she hollowed her cheeks and gave his shaft a particularly hard tug. He moaned at the feeling and carefully inserted two fingers into her throbbing core, stretching her out and looking for one special spot. There it was, as he brushed against it the girl beneath him choked on his cock and covered his hand with her palm, pressing it closer to her pussy. Her mouth gasped open and she let go of Duncan’s cock in surprise.

“Oh God, right there,” she whimpered rolling her head to the side. The movement of his hand around his shaft became more erratic as she tried not to drown in the pleasure his fingers were causing her. He patted her cheek sliding his thumb along her wet lips, red and raw from sucking him off, and she nuzzled into his touch. Her hips moved with his fingers in sync, and he added the pressure on her clit eliciting another moan from her.

She cried out when he pulled his fingers out and reached for his hand in an attempt to bring it back to her throbbing sex. He grinned at her and leaned forward to place a soft kiss in the corner of her mouth.

“Lay down on your back, kitten,” she would never admit it, but the pet name made her heart drop. The amount of wetness between her thighs was embarrassing by that moment. Duncan quickly got a condom out of the nightstand, ripped the foil with his teeth and rolled it down his length.

He watched her with a hungry look in his eyes, as she laid down for him and spread her legs biting her bottom lip and looking at him through the hooded eyes. Keeping eye contact, she brought her hand to her pussy and slid two fingers inside just like he had done it seconds before. He crawled on top of her and pushed her thighs wider with his knee.

“What a bad girl,” he breathed out, “touching herself in front of Daddy like a thirsty bitch” she moaned in response when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. He cupped her face in his hands looking into her lustful eyes. “But only Daddy gets to touch your pussy, understood?” he slapped her fingers away and, without waiting for her reaction, went down on her.

His skillful tongue licked a wet stripe along her folds and stopped at the puffy clit. He pressed on it and swirled his tongue around the bud drawing a loud gasp from the girl. He hummed at the feeling of her fingers in his hair as she tried to bring him closer to her heat. His scruff was rubbing against her thighs, and this contrast of the burning sensation and gentle licks on her clit drove her insane.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop” she didn’t even care about keeping it cool anymore, moaning obscenely with every flick of his tongue.

“You are so fucking submissive” he pulled away for a second and smirked, admiring the way she arched her back. He added his fingers and started pumping them rhythmically in and out of her. “And I haven’t even started fucking you properly”.

The mouth and fingers combo turned her into a rambling mess of moans and pathetic whimpers. She felt a familiar coil unfold in the pit of her stomach making her tighten the grip on his hair.

“I’m so close, Daddy, I’m so...” she moaned gripping fistfuls of the cotton sheets. Her toes curled, as she felt her first orgasm of the night pierce through her body in hot, electric impulses. She clasped her thighs together probably suffocating Duncan, but judging from his muffled moans he didn’t seem to mind. Her flushed chest went up and down while she was trying to catch her breath.

Duncan kissed his way up to her stomach, and then to her breasts — she could feel the wetness of her own arousal on his face. Consumed with engrossing lust she started licking off her juices with salacious, sloppy sounds.

Duncan rolled to his side sliding his cock between her ass cheeks. Holding it in one hand he grabbed her by the hips with the other bringing her closer to him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good” his lips were right next to her ear, and he mouthed on the sensitive spot. “Let you feel every inch of my cock” every word was followed by the teasing rub of the head of his dick against her hole. She turned her head at him entwining their lips in a desperate kiss.

“Want you” she muffled and let his tongue move to her neck and collarbones. He sucked gently on a tender skin leaving his mark. Bastard.

“Bring your legs towards your chest” Duncan whispered in her ear, and right after she obliged, he thrust inside her. A loud moan rolled off her tongue and she instinctively straightened her legs out. The sensation was so unbearably good that she couldn’t handle it

“Keep your legs bent,” he ordered grabbing her breast and twirled the nipple. Hard. She cried out but put her legs back into the needed position. Duncan let go of the abused bud as soon as she obeyed. “Good girl” he praised sucking on her earlobe.

He picked up the quick pace slamming his hips violently. She shut her eyes trying not to scream from the all-absorbing euphoria that rushed through her veins. Every fiber of her body fluttered under his touch. With each sway of his hips, his cock hit right at the most sensitive spot inside her.

“I don’t even need your strong intuition to know that you will be coming on my cock like a good slut,” he grabbed her by the waist helping himself going deeper into her. She put her top arm backward to pull him closer exposing her breasts for him that were bouncing with each thrust.

“Harder, harder,” she begged him in a broken voice, “Please, Daddy, harder...”

She felt his teeth on her neck, the strong grip of his fingers on her waist, his heavy panting in her ear, and it all was sending her to the edge. A pathetic sob slipped off her lips as she tried to keep her knees bent, but the stimulation was so damn good, it was making her legs tremble. The heavy smell of sex filled in her nostrils mixed with Duncan’s perfume.

He knew she was close when her walls started clenching around him squeezing him tightly. Duncan’s brought his finger to where they belong — to her clit, massaging it in a circular motion.

“C’mon, princess,” she could cum just form his raspy, fucked out voice calling her like that. “Come for me, baby”

No man in her life had ever had such power over her. Her body gave up and surrendered to him in no time. Her orgasm started as a warm sensation in the center of her body, spread in waves and reached the extent of it. Duncan’s fingers increased its intensity, and she felt like she was flying to the moon. Supernovas exploded before her eyes. He followed her in a few seconds, calling out her name. The pulsing of his cock deep inside her made her shiver and buck her hips riding off the last waves of her orgasm.

It felt good to be in his arms that were wrapped around her shoulders protectively, holding her close to him. She felt sleepy, and right when she was about to close her eyes and let Morpheus take her to the land of dreams, Duncan whispered:

“What would your intuition say if I asked you to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

She was glad that he was laying behind her and couldn’t see a wide grin on her face.

“I think it would be wonderful.”

Duncan didn’t care about the money he had won that night. The real jackpot was peacefully snoring next to him..

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 5 years

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I love your Test Kitchen Au so much. I’ve been a fan of Supercorp for a few years now but I’ve only just found BA. And I didn’t even think of Supercorp in these place but after reading your canons I don’t know how I’ve lived my life without it. So thank you so much! It’s excellent! And I would love to hear what you think about all of them making the perfect pizza and who’s who in your canons.

.I have the fandom to thank for that-- y’all are the ones who turned me on to this channel, and now I can’t stop!

There’s a lot of parts to this, and I’m still getting to know some of the players in the kitchen, but I’ll do my best with a full casting:

Lena as Claire, but in this AU, Lena is more Katie McGrath than Lena Luthor. Very giggly, very insightful, determined to get things right but less easily frustrated. Incredibly foul mouthed when she’s just a little less on camera.

Kara as Brad, but I find his animations/sound effects a little jarring, so I’m going to head canon that Kara’s pop ups are more disney cartoon-ish. And maybe goes into a little more explanation than just straight up how-to. Like, she’ll tell us what a freaking SCOBY is. What’s a SCOBY?!

Alex as the film director. She films every video segment, and has an eagle eye on everything. Good eye for continuity.

Nia as camera operator/Alex’s assistant. Also behind the scenes, but familiar with everyone. Probably works in other areas of the magazine when not filming for the youtube channel.

James as Food Director. Knowledgeable about food, but an active administrative role to expand his business horizons after chef work got a little dull for him. This role initially went to Sam, but when I saw the channel of the food director going up against various celebrities, it actually felt more like James and how we still dabbles in field work despite his executive position.

J’onn as Amiel. I don’t know his presentation style yet, but seeing him as a taster on Gourmet Makes and It’s Alive definitely feels like a casual/playful J’onn presence.

Brainy as Chris. Methodical, precise, biased towards technique over nostalgia. Exquisite tasting ability, brutally honest. Confident.

Sam as an original contributing food editor with a slant towards cooking international dishes at home in a kid friendly way. She sometimes goes in with a health angle, and even gives home chefs ways to adjust certain tastes to appease picky kid palates, while still remaining true to the identity of the dish.

Winn as the test kitchen manager. Knows where everything is, is the final approval (besides Lena) to deface kitchen property, and is a frequent appearance on all video segments. Friendly, personable. Known for making up words to describe various mouth-feels in non-technical ways.

Cat Grant as editor-in-chief of Conde Nast. Rarely seen, but hyper-respected. She and Lena are on a first name basis. Enjoys and approves Lena’s video channel, not only because it relieves Lena’s stress and makes her a better editor, but also because it boosts popularity and overall subscriptions.

Lex Luthor as a big wig on the publishing side, maybe? Or maybe an adjacent competitor in the newsprint field? Something similar to what Lena does, but on a bigger behind-the-scenes scale and not in Lena’s direct chain of command. They are on good terms and he’s not a dick.

Ask me later about a perfect pizza. I have to watch more videos before I can answer that.

#supercorp #test kitchen au #full casting #cast roster #i'm pretty confident on most of these #thoughts?

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unholyhelbig · 6 years

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Always incredible writing! Can't get enough of your storytelling and I'm sure many others can agree. Keep up the amazing stories. Prompt idea for ya since I've just been Netflixing tons of movies after work lol: Movie Tulip Fever, oldtimeAU Beca is a lowly painter who has been hired to paint a portrait of a wealthy man and his new much younger wife. She has married him to support her family. They fall in love. Btw the movie was pretty shitty lol, but I thought it would be a fun/diff idea for ya!

[A/N: Thank you so much! This movie would have been so much better if it was gay… Anyway, this is a big prompt so I could only fit so much into it. This is longer than I usually do. So if you guys want to see a part two, send me an ask about it!]

The candle gave a soft light to the crowded room. It was an arc of brilliant yellows that was cut with a horrid orange. However, the two colors worked together in an almost therapeutic way- one tiny combination of wax and wick giving a new life to the smallest room in the house.

That was no feat; the mansion was massive- coated in royal reds and cobalt blues. Nothing was spared when it came to Garret Beale. His family being ahead of all the trade on their small island- often taking a page out of the colonist’s books and resorting to working with the men of the sea. Men who pillaged and brought back three times what this home was worth, only keeping a small portion of it to get the great law of the king off their flame-heated trails.

He was a handsome man, one with charming stature and the best-assembled clothes. Garret carried himself as such- royalty that didn’t have a true bloodline, but enough to get everything he desired. Including the woman who stood with a hard stare in front of him. His deep Irish eyes were scanning over her figure, taking in the small stature that she carried. In fact, she reminded him of one of his men; not a nationally regarded painter.

She wasn’t traditional, a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt hugged her figure, her eyes almost as dark as the midnight sky. Different colors of paint popped against the fabric; it made her look more like a street beggar than anything. But he had seen her work- seen the way she made use of the canvas and vibrant colors given to her. She was an artist, one like no other.

“I’ve seen your work,” Garret said, quite dramatically as he leaned backward in his seat. It creaked and groaned in irony. A man with that much wealth should have a better place to sit. Maybe there was some semantic value, but the woman didn’t question him. Instead, she lifted her chin, keeping her jaw tensed. “it’s good.”

“Just good?” She finally spoke, lifting her eyebrows. She leaned heavily on his hand-crafted desk, annoyance sparking within her stomach. He had more money than he knew what to do with; Beca running her fingers over the carved edge. It was done well. Better than his chair. “I mean no offense, Mr. Beale, but I have spent years studying under masters of artistic ability. You’ve pulled me from sea two weeks ago, for what? To design your walls?”

“Garret, please.” He seemed unphased by her annoyance. The man knew that she wasn’t happy, practically being pulled onto his family’s property. She agreed, having to travel weeks to even get to the home. He offered up a project, one that peaked her interest. “If I wanted to have my walls recolored, I would not send word for you, Miss Mitchell, have a seat.”

She drew in a soft breath, that skeptic look still in her deep stare. However, she eventually lowered herself into the chair pushing at the back of her legs. It was cold against her spine, making her swallow back a shiver uncomfortably. She waited patiently, despite questioning the man’s privilege.

“My wife,” he drew in a long breath, “She is quite exquisite.”

Beca pressed her lips together in a frim line, instantly finding discomfort in the man’s words. The whimsical look in his eyes solidifying just how much he cared for this unnamed woman. A small smile played at the corners of his expression. “I have yet to find someone who is talented enough to capture her beauty, which is why I called you.”

“To paint her?” She eased out, “I paint what I feel, Mr. Bea- Garret.” She corrected herself last minute. “There is no rhyme or rhythm to my work. It’s near impossible for me to construct something when I feel nothing.”

“Ah,” he leaned forward, pressing his elbows against the desk. “I assure you, Miss Mitchell when you see my wife it will be highly unlikely that you won’t feel a thing.”

She gave him a jarring look. This man was quite clearly in love with this woman. So much so that he would invite a near stranger into his home to paint a fine picture of her. He had apparently done so before, many times, but was never happy with the outcome. Men, she was sure, men who drooled and didn’t focus on the task at hand. Maybe that’s why he hand-selected her. It couldn’t’ just be based on her work. He was a picky man.

“Are you insisting that I should fall for this woman?”

“No, of course not.” He waved his hand dismissively “I merely suggest that you form a bond with her before you even sit down to draw your first stroke. I’ll pay for it all.”

She lifted both brows, her head resting on her hand as she kept her fingers on her lips. She watched him carefully. “How so?”

“You can stay here, for as long as you need. I certainly have the room to spare.” He stated plainly. “I just require that you spend time with my wife enough to know exactly what I need to be portrayed in her portrait.”

“Her essence,” Beca said as more of a statement than a question. “Not just the way she appears to the human eye.”

It was interesting, something Beca had never done before. She was more into taking an edge of charcoal and sitting on the bow of a boat- sketching the way the waves ate at a flat-lined shore. But if this woman, whoever she was, took so much captivation from the world, then it would be a certain challenge.

“Do we have a deal, Rebeca?” He held out his pale hand, firm and strong.

“It’s Beca.” She took his grasp in hers, squeezing it with force. “And how could I say no?”

The warm spring day changed the atmosphere in the usually dark house. There seemed to be no such thing as vibrant yellow, and unforgivable violent the night before. Beca having an uneasy sleep in one of the cold master bedrooms. It was far from comfortable- but still too fancy for her taste.

She woke up to a long ray of sun pressing against her gaze, birds chirping incessantly on the balcony. The stone balcony that was warmed by the very star that stirred her from her snooze. Regardless, she pulled herself from the clutches of the duvet, flinching as her bare feet hit the cold floor.

Begrudgingly, the talented artist slid on a pair of black pants and a loose fitting white shirt- not ever bringing more than that with her. She was fairly simple, hating the wire corsets and edged dresses of the time. They were too heavy and nice for her to paint in.

After lacing up a pair of brown leather boots, Beca made her way to the kitchen of the house. It wasn’t too far, Garret had set the place up like a maze, although, she was at the edge of it. He gave her a half-hearted tour before fleeing from the property himself, claiming of some business he had to do. It was close to three in the morning, there was nothing he could busy himself with at that hour- but again, the woman didn’t question his generosity.

She was close to the service quarters, residing in the same sector as the staff; she was staff. Having been hired for a job. To paint a wealthy man’s wife in exchange for room and board. Part of her wanted to drag it out to its full extent, the other part hating the idea of spending one more minute in this place.

A sickly-sweet scent coated her lungs the moment she walked into the kitchen. It was large, set up and built like a room from the Spanish colonies; complete with deep yellow walls and terracotta tile with intricate suns and moons. Natural light seeped in from the grassy courtyard. It was good work, just like Garret had said, no expense spared for his family.

There was a woman leaning heavily over a mass of dough, she was tall, almost tall enough to bump her head on the chandelier, it hung low enough. Flour coated her fingers and clothing as a strand of dirty brown hair fell from the bun on her head, sweat forming on the woman’s brow. She glanced up with deep charcoal eyes at the change in atmosphere.

“Oh!” She let her folders fall back, moving her eyes down her smock as a certain heir of heat pressed against her cheek. She reached for a dish towel. “I’m sorry Miss Mitchell, I didn’t see you there. The dining room is right through the left corridor.”

This woman, whoever she was, looked petrified. Like she had done something wrong against the curiosity of the young artist. Beca having noticed the same thing as she cocked her head to the side slightly- like a lost puppy.

“I’m not looking for the dining room.” She stated simply from the doorway, trying not to scare the taller woman off. She was young, a simple look of amusement finding a way to her face. “You know who I am?”

“Of course.” The stranger let out a soft breath, pushing the base of her palms into the moldable dough. “Mr. Beale often hires new artists to tackle capturing the enigma that is his wife. Many of them leave after the first few days. They’re not very social.”

Her slate eyes flicked up towards Beca, almost as if asking a question.

“I’m not either,” She relented, a small smile on her lips. “But I know proper manners. I take it none of them have ever been back here?”

The woman grimaces, shaking her head as she struggles to blow the strands of stray hair from her gaze. She was becoming more comfortable with the conversation, with the presence of Beca in general. This was her kitchen, the woman knew not to overstep her boundaries.

“Never, Miss Mitchell.” She held back a snort. “Wouldn’t give the staff a second glance. A bit like Mr. Garret himself, if I might add.”

“Beca is fine.” The smaller girl said, shoving her hands in her pockets as the woman gave her a kind smile. She was different than the rest of them, actually making conversation and not attempting to rush the other way. She made eye contact and didn’t hold her shoulders along the straight edge of a metal plate. Instead, she looked calm and collected. Strong, even. “And you are?”

“The chef.” She answered on instinct.

“I figured that.” Beca elicited a small laugh. “I meant your name.”

“Oh,” she stilled her movements, a genuine smile finding it’s way to her flour specked face. “I’m Stacie Conrad.”

The Conrad’s were a fun group of people, a family name that Beca recognized almost immediately. She had met a man in the Pacific with the same surname, almost the same features as the chef that stood in front of her; a strong and seducing fella with a great sense of humor. If this woman was anything like her bloodline, Beca would get along great with her.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Stacie.” Beca reached out to shake the woman’s hand, reaching over the island, not hesitating a bit as the taller girl produced a powder covered one instead. She shrugged sheepishly- taking it regardless, Stacie’s mouth falling open. “What’s a little dirt?”

“Ah,” She nodded softly “Miss Chloe will love you.”

“Chloe huh?” The name rolled off of the artist’s lips. It was the first time that she had actually heard it. She was always proclaimed as Garrets wife, or even the woman no one could really paint. But she hadn’t met Beca yet. “Do you have any idea where she is?”

“You two haven’t met yet?” Stacie raised a pointed eyebrow.

“I got in around three last evening,” Beca explained, following that ashy stare towards the courtyard. It was a feat in its own; large hedges shielding the home from the outside world, lush green grass coating the full area, even a tall tree that produced bright fruit like that of a flame. Yellow and sharp. “Mr. Beale took me right to my quarters. After a tour, of course.”

“A fine man that’s proud of his home.” Stacie grimaced, stepping away from her task as she rounded the large counter. She was just as tall as Beca though, both of them turning towards the large doors, leaning heavily against the island as they stared out into the yard, Stacie crossing her arms over her chest. “Every morning, you can find Miss Chloe out here.”

“Reading?” The tiny girl still couldn’t see much but the yard- assuming the woman of the hour was situated on the other side of the large tree, back against the bark as she perused some ancient form of literature.

Stacie scoffed. “You wish.”

Beca threw her an odd glance before turning her attention back towards the area. Struggling to focus her hearing. She had been so focused before- not paying much stock to the little patch of outdoors. She noticed the taller woman first, at least she thought it was two women. Both in form fitted white suits- mesh masks over their faces. Fencing.

This woman who everyone raved bout was battling it out loudly with another, stepping gracefully against the grass, unlike any high-class girl that Beca had seen before. Both grunting as the metal of their foil’s clanked with each fluid hit. The shorter of the two took a step out of bounds, her partner not sparring a second.

“Avertissement” Beca scoffed under her breath, shaking her head.

“Aubrey never plays fair” Stacie spoke without tearing her gaze away from the pair. “I’m sure she does it to keep Chloe on her feet. You fence?”

“I used to.”

The two burst into laughter, muffled by the door that separated their spectators. Each woman panting with a purpose as the taller of the two removed her mask first- face red from the labor as she struggled to catch her composure. Stacie cocked an eyebrow at the blonde, cheeks maintaining their rosy complexion. “That’s Miss Posen.” She informed the small girl. “I swear, Chloe and she are joined at the hip. Protective, that one is.”

Aubrey went to remove her chest guard, but Beca didn’t have the attention span to continue watching the blonde. Instead, she focused on who she deemed to be Chloe. The mask was removed, a bout of coppery locks fell against her shoulders; she shook her head trying to free them from the heat of the island day. Her own chest was heaving, cheeks a bit red as she tucked her weapon beneath her arm. An angelic smile pressed close to her lips, a thin layer of sweat coating her collarbone.

“You’re drooling, Beca.”

“What?” The brunette snapped her mouth shut, dragging the back of her hand across her cheek, checking to make sure she was in fact, not drooling. Stacie was right, she could catch flies the longer she stood there, each passing second, she stared at Chloe made a heat press near her core. “I was doing no such thing.”

“Hmm,” Stacie nudged her new friend. “There is a reason they call Chloe Beale unpaintable.”

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #fanfiction #request #i really like this

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Strawberry Pancakes Part 4

TONY STARK X READER, TONY STARK X PREGNANT!READER

Plot: You and Tony are best-friends and partners in crime, but when you find out you’re pregnant Tony steps up in more than one way… An ongoing series.

Warnings: Slightest mention of a past abusive relationship.

Word Count: 1500

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, -------, Part Five, Part Six

(Y/N) = your name, (Y/F/N) = your full name

Masterlist

“(Y/F/N)…Will you marry me?”

“No.” The word flies out your mouth, as if instinctual. You take your hand back and pinch the bridge of your nose with it. “I mean….not now, not like this…” You explain.

Tony stands up, trying to hide the hurt look on his face. “What do you mean? Is it because I don’t have a ring? I’ll get one. I can—“

He looks so eager and you hate doing it but you have to shut him down. “No, Tony, I don’t care about a ring. It’s why you’re proposing that I object to.”

Tony runs his hand through his hair, confused. “I’m proposing because I love you.”

You sigh and shake your head, looking down at baby Maria for a moment before meeting Tony’s expectant gaze. “No, you’re proposing because you’re scared.” You sit down on the couch and let out a soft sigh. “You’re scared that all this nastiness with Craig and the press will ruin what we have.”

Tony sits down on the couch next to you and stares down at his feet. “That’s not true.” He argues, half-heartedly. You can tell you’ve absolutely crushed the man.

“It is, but that’s okay…I’m not mad… I just, I want you asking me to marry you to be something pure and 100% in the sake of love. Not…” You take one of Tony’s hands. “…Not as a solution to a problem.”

Tony doesn’t speak for a moment. Instead he pulls his hand away from yours and stands up. “You know…I don’t think I’m the only one with mixed intentions here.” He finally says.

“What?”

“Are you sure you’re not just saying no because you’re scared? You were stuck in a relationship with that abusive asshole for years. He’s the only guy besides me you’ve ever dated. Are you sure you’re not just getting cold feet now things are getting serious.”

In that moment you want to throw something at Tony. You want to scream or curse, anything…but you can’t. You have to remain calm because your daughter is now asleep in your arms.

“Tony…I’m going to speak very softly so listen very carefully. I am very grateful for you helping me end things with Craig, but you know absolutely nothing about what our relationship was like, or how I’m feeling after it. So take your god complex and your saviour complex and stick it up your ass, Stark.” You say in a sweet, almost sing-song voice, before standing up and storming out the room.

After that, things went from rocky to downright turbulent. You and Tony weren’t even sleeping in the same room. Any time you talked it came back to the argument about the proposal. The perfect rhythm the two of you had been in since your first kiss was suddenly completely gone.

After 2 weeks of walking on egg shells, and awkwardly bumping into each other as you both tried to care for Maria, you’d had enough.

You knocked on the door of your co-worker and best friend, Natasha, hoping she would answer.

“Come in!” A call came from inside.

You entered the room and immediately got to the point. “I need you to watch Maria for me today.”

Nat gave you an odd look. “What about Stark?”

“It’s my half of the afternoon, he’s doing work.” You explained, awkwardly. In reality you just didn’t want to ask Tony because you didn’t want him asking why you wouldn’t be here.

“Okay, I can swing it.” The redhead replied, a worried look on her face. “Should I ask where you’re going in such a rush?”

“No.” You replied, and left the room quickly.

You grabbed your handbag and jacket and got in the elevator, heading down to the garage. Tony had given you access to all his cars in case you ever needed one, and now it so happened you did.

You chose the least extravagant car and drove the very familiar route back to a certain apartment that you hadn’t seen in almost a year.

You worked up the nerve to knock on the door and after one of the seemingly longest waits of your life, the door swings open.

“Craig.” You say, in greeting.

“(Y/N)?”

“Can I come in?”

……

An hour or so later you returned to the tower, tired and ready to see your daughter again. You hated leaving her. Even the three steps up to enter the building were exhausting to you. All the stress as of late was taking its toll on your body.

You took the elevator up to the common room, only to be immediately greeted by Tony pacing in the attached kitchen.

“(Y/N)!” He began, anxiety coming off the man in waves. “You’re back.”

“Yeah…I’m back…” You agreed, awkwardly. You didn’t think he would notice you were gone.

“JARVIS told me when you left…” Tony began, swallowing hard. “And um…where you went. Tracker in the car.” He added, with an apologetic shrug.

“Oh…” You bit your lip. “Yeah I um…”

“Before you start, please just let me say—I am so sorry for how I’ve been acting. You were right about everything.” The man admitted, words falling out at a hundred miles an hour. “I was afraid of losing you, so I proposed. But then I did something even stupider and I pushed you away, doing exactly what I was afraid would happen. But I can’t lose you and I don’t want to. I want to make this right. Look, I even made Strawberry Pancakes!”

You let out a soft sigh, walking over to where the man stood. “You haven’t lost me Tony.”

“I haven’t?” He questioned, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You shook your head. “But…you went to him…Why?”

“I hated that he got in-between us. He took so much from me for so long, I couldn’t let him get this too.” You took Tony’s hands in yours. “So…I went over there and I stood up to him. I made him go to that reporter and tell them the truth, and I didn’t leave until I was sure they were printing a correction in tomorrow’s paper.” You smiled up at the man. “It was about time he owed me something instead.”

Tony looked at you in awe, a wide grin appearing on his lips. “I love you so much.” You said, leaning down to kiss you. You stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“Wait—I’m not finished.” You laughed. “I also need to apologize. Because you were right too… I did get cold feet when things got serious. But I got closure with Craig, and I love you more than anything—well, except for Maria.”

“Of course.” Tony agreed.

“So…if you want to ask again…” You smile. “I’m sure you’d get a really good answer.”

Tony smirked, and leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “(Y/F/N)…will you do me the honour of…eating these strawberry pancakes?” He asked.

“What!?”

“Oh, sorry, you didn’t think I was going to propose now? No no no…The moment is completely wrong. It’s going to be fabulous for little miss picky. So you’re just going to have to wait.” He teased.

“But…I…” You stuttered, shocked and amused.

“Eat your pancakes, sweet cheeks.” Tony said, putting a plate down in front of you and kissing your cheek.

You shook your head, unable to contain a grin as you took a bite of the delicious food. You adored Tony’s strawberry pancakes….usually.

Today was the first time you had them since the fight and they tasted…wrong. You very unceremoniously spat the pancake out into a napkin, making a disgusted face. “Oh my god Tony, what did you do differently, these make me want to throw up!” You exclaimed.

Tony gave you an offended look. “I did nothing! These are exquisite!” He retorted, taking a bite to prove it. “Maybe yours is weird, here have a taste of mine.” He suggested, holding out a bite to you.

The scent of the pancake that close to your face suddenly brought about a wave of nausea.

“Oh my god…” You breathed, a sudden realization coming over you.

“What? What’s wrong?” Tony questioned, now growing more and more concerned.

“I’ve felt like this before… Your pancakes made me nauseous before as well…”

“Yeah, but that was when you were….” Tony trailed off, looking at you with wide eyes. “No.” He breathed.

“Yep.” You replied, chuckling in disbelief. “I’m pregnant Tony.”

A/N - sorry if this chapter sucks, -J.E

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x pregnant!reader #tony x reader #tony stark #tony stark imagine #marvel imagine #marvel #x reader #avengers #natasha romanoff #black widow #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #strawberry pancakes #dad!tony #dad!tony x reader #dad!tony x pregnant!reader

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vanilla107 · 7 years

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Cinnamon Swirl Mocha (ML Secret Santa 2017)

Hey everyone! This is my ML Secret Santa gift to @miraculoussideblog! I had loads of fun writing this and I really hope you enjoy it! NathChlo is one of my favourite ships and I adore Coffee Shop AUs! I couldn’t help but write more about them! A huge thank you to the @mlsecretsanta team for putting this event together and being so patient with everything! And another HUGE thank you to my beta reader @feathersnow! (I seriously couldn’t have done this without you).

Read on A03

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The world was ending.

That was the only logical explanation in Chloe Bourgeois’s mind as she saw the cardboard covering the windows and the big, ugly red lettering of the words, ‘CLOSED DOWN’. She could barely make out her reflection in the windows- a sad girl wearing the latest designer clothes. A small tear trickled down her cheek.

“No…” she whispered as her shaky fingers reached out to touch the cold glass.

Her favourite coffee shop in the whole wide world had closed down.

Chloe stared blankly at the windows and could still envision the smooth marble counters and scent of roasted coffee beans. The signature cake stands with the red velvet, the carrot cake and the lemon meringue. The soft music and the ideal place to relax with a cup of exquisite coffee.

Now...it was all gone.

The autumn leaves fluttered at her feet and she tightened her fluffy jacket around herself. She kicked the dry brown leaves sadly as she began to walk to her nearest boutique.

Shopping had always cleared her head.

She walked in and was greeted by the sales assistant, who immediately started to suggest their latest Autumn and Winter line, but Chloe wasn’t paying attention.

That had been her favourite coffee shop since she was young. The whole building in all of its expensive glory.

That coffee shop had sold the best coffee. They used Premium Roasted Coffee beans and whether she wanted a strong, dark Colombian cup or a medium roast with light, refreshing floral undertones; they always delivered.

Where was she going to get her daily fix now? She knew she couldn't get great tasting coffee from any old coffee shop- that was beneath her. Even though she was mourning the loss of her favourite coffee shop, she needed to go coffee shop hunting to find the perfect coffee again.

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(Three months later)

Nathaniel Kurtzburg sighed as he cleaned out the espresso machine. It had been a tiresome day and all he wanted to do was go home and rest his aching muscles. His feet were sore from standing constantly for the past several hours and he could feel a minor headache growing.

Nathaniel had been working at the coffee shop for about three months now part-time. He needed the extra money for paints and canvases and this place paid well. Since it was winter holidays, he had been doing full shifts every other day. The coffee shop had become extremely popular since the newest coffees had been released for their Christmas menu.

Nathaniel smiled knowing that some of the recipes had been his ideas and he was happy that people were enjoying it. There was the Peppermint Cream latte, Gingerbread Espresso, Orange Chai and, his personal favourite, Cinnamon Swirl Mocha.

He was just about to close shop when a cold just of wind blew into the shop. He looked up and scowled.

In walked Chloe Bourgeois, richest girl in all of Paris and royal pain in the arse. Wearing a white fluffy coat and black jeans with lemon-yellow leather boots, she walked up to the counter and gave Nathaniel an icy glare.

“So this is the ‘famous’ coffee shop I've been hearing about? So why are you here?” she sneered.

Nathaniel sighed, “I work here Chloe. Now if you don't mind, please leave. We're closing now.”

Her frosty exterior broke into one of anger. “What! But I just got here!” she shrieked.

Nathaniel smirked.

“Just because you came here at the exact same time we close is not my problem. It's yours. Now leave.”

Nathaniel had never spoken to Chloe like this. And he felt exhilarated. She was mean, selfish and conceited. Why should he serve her if she came in late?

Chloe was going red with anger. “I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR THE BEST COFFEE HOUSE FOR THREE MONTHS. YOU CAN'T JUST-”

“-Yes I can,” he said firmly “I'm in charge of locking up and it's closing time.”

“I'll talk to your manager about this!” Chloe threatened.

“Be my guest. If you wanted coffee, then you should've come while we were open.”

Nathaniel knew that his boss wouldn't care if he got a complaint because was one of the most diligent workers she had. Even if the complaint was from the mayor's daughter.

Chloe let out a scream in frustration.

“I bet the coffee isn't even that good!” she retorted, and stomped out of the store.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes and wiped the counters clean before checking to see if anything was out of place. Once he was sure, he locked up and went home.

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Nathaniel was relieved that the store was quiet the next day.

It had been a hectic lunch hour but now there was only a few tables occupied with customers, all happily sipping on teas, milkshakes, coffees or eating their Cake Of The Day or feta and chicken salads.

Nathaniel watched one of his co-workers wiped the tables and collected the plates and loaded them onto the counter before he felt a hand pat him on the back.

“Well done, Nathaniel! Another lunch hour successfully executed!”

Nathaniel smiled as he turned around to look at his manager, Miss Roux, who gave him a dazzling smile and he smiled back.

“Well, the customers want their coffee and I’m not going to say no.”

Miss Roux laughed and she looked at the coffee shop, her eyes beaming with pride. She was in her mid-thirties and had long red hair tied into a ponytail and dark brown eyes to match her skin.

She had taken out a loan and started her coffee shop by herself and began to thrive. Miss Roux was good friends with the Dupain-Chengs and after some work, they had started to collaborate together with a few cakes which gave them all exposure. Soon the coffee shop began getting in a steady stream of customers and then, as if out of nowhere, it became one of the most popular coffee shops in Paris.

Nathaniel sighed and looked at Miss Roux. “Miss Roux, I have to mention that there was an angry customer yesterday.”

She raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Really? Angry at you Nathaniel? What for?”

“It was closing time and she came in wanting a coffee. The thing is...this girl knows me and she has quite some...influence. She was angry that I refused her coffee because it was closing time and basically threatened me to talk to you.”

Miss Roux chuckled. “Oh Nathaniel, don’t worry. If she comes back, just give me a call. I’ll put her in her place.”

At that moment a hooded figure walked into the coffee shop wearing sunglasses and a large oversized hat. Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at the hooded figure that walked to the counter.

“One latte,” the figure said stiffly.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes.

“Chloe. I know that’s you.”

The figure coughed.

“No, I’m just a poor old lady who is very sensitive towards sunlight-”

“Chloe. Stop with the act. All I’m asking for is an apology for your attitude last night and then I’ll give you a cup.”

Miss Roux watched the interaction with a grin on her face and after deciding that Nathaniel had the situation under control, walked to the end of the counter to arrange the teas in their jars.

Chloe huffed, and to his surprise, the girl took off the huge sunglasses, the scarf and the hoodie.

She took a deep breath in and said quickly,” I’m sorry for my attitude last night.”

Stunned, Nathaniel nodded. He had just received an apology from Chloe.

Her apology could use some work but it was the best he was going to get for now. She handed over the money and he began to make her latte. Once it was finished he handed it to her with a flourish.

“There you go.”

Chloe grabbed the cup and speed walked out of the coffee shop as fast as she could, leaving Nathaniel and the warmth of the cafe.

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Chloe felt a shiver run through her as she sipped the coffee in her room.

This tastes amazing, she thought.

Chloe took another sip and closed her eyes to savour the taste of the warm beverage. She had discarded her ridiculous disguise in one corner of her room and looked at the coffee in interest.

She frowned. “How did this coffee cost so little?” she said out loud.

Chloe had always thought that the more expensive the coffee was, the better it would be.

Clearly she was wrong.

With her computer next to her, she typed in the coffee shop website and scanned the website.

The Christmas Special menu caught her attention.

“ Let’s see…Peppermint Cream latte, Gingerbread Espresso, Orange Chai and Cinnamon Swirl Mocha...those sound interesting. Not even my favourite cafe had such creative coffees…” Chloe murmured as she scrolled down.

Chloe felt a wave of shame rush through her. She wanted to go back to the coffee shop but that meant having to see Nathaniel.

The girl took in a deep breath, sat up a little straighter and flipped her hair.

“No! I’m Chloe Bourgeois! There’s no way I’m letting my pride keep me away from the best coffee I’ve tasted in months!”

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Nathaniel raised an eyebrow when he saw Chloe walk in the next day.

“One Peppermint Cream latte,” she said, handing him the money.

Nathaniel was surprised that Chloe had returned. He heard rumors from their class that she was very picky with her food and drinks. If that rumor was true...then didn’t that mean that he made her a good cup of coffee? If that was true…then he wanted to have a little fun with her. It wasn’t like she could do anything to him (well, she could get him fired but Miss Roux liked him too much and he was one the best baristas there).

“And what’s the magic word?” Nathaniel asked as he opened the cash register, hiding his smirk as he put the money away.

“Excuse me?” Chloe spluttered, frowning. He looked up, trying his best to keep the laugh that was threatening to burst out.

“You heard me Chloe. What’s the magic word? Everyone else says the magic word when they order coffee but you don’t.”

“Just give me my damn coffee!” she demanded, her voice getting louder with warning.

“No.”

“Nathaniel I swear, where is your manager-?”

“She’s at a meeting. Something about business and people wanting to buy shares and possibly making this business a franchise- y’know, something along those lines. So there’s a possibility that this coffee shop will become huge...and you might never get to taste the most amazing Peppermint Cream latte unless you say the magic word…” Nathaniel singsonged.

Chloe stared at him and through gritted teeth, she hissed, “Please.”

Nathaniel grinned. He walked over to the coffee machine to make the latte. A few minutes later he handed Chloe a warm cup of the frothy concoction with the faintest smell of peppermint.

Chloe took a deep breath and mumbled a ‘Thank you’ before rushing out the coffee shop.

Nathaniel shook his head and smiled. He knew she would be back again the next day.

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Nathaniel was right.

Chloe came coffee shop everyday after that. She liked her coffee strong but loved the specials. She had grown to love the Cinnamon Swirl Mocha and declared it her favourite. That did make Nathaniel a little nervous whenever he made that drink since it was the coffee he had designed and was his favourite too. Her love for his coffee had made her stop being mean to him. Perhaps that was a plus. There was still the occasion comment on his ‘tomato hair’ but he brushed that off.

They had small conversations in between his shifts and he had found out that Chloe’s favourite coffee shop had closed down which was why she started coming here. Her favourite cake from their shop was the Hummingbird cake and it would be a lie to say that Nathaniel hadn't begged Miss Roux to bake that cake at least once a week. When she enquired why he wanted that cake so badly, she was met with stutters about how good it tasted and his face turning red. He learned that Chloe ordered Camomile tea when she was exhausted, black coffee when tired and a cup of rose tea when she was angry. He knew how she liked her coffee and he couldn't help but feel proud that the Chloe Bourgeois liked his coffee.

One day, Miss Roux insisted on Nathaniel practising his latte art since he was an artist. But pouring milk and foam in such a way so that it makes a picture in the drink was another mission.

Chloe had been Nathaniel’s first customer to try his latte art when she ordered a cappuccino in the last week of November.

Nathaniel handed Chloe her cup and she looked at the coffee in surprise. Inside was a foam cat face with facial details drawn out in chocolate sauce.

“Is that...a cat?” she asked, pointing at his latte art. Nathaniel turned his head away shyly.

“It’s my first time getting it right,” he said blushing, “It took a while and since you come here so often I thought-”

“I like it,” Chloe declared, smiling down at the his creation. Nathaniel stared at her in shock. He had never seen Chloe smile genuinely before. She took a sip and sighed in content.

“That's incredibly amazing. It tastes better than the coffee from the hotel. What secret ingredients did you put in it?” she asked and Nathaniel sagged in relief at Chloe’s praise of his first attempt at latte art.

He smiled. "You don't need to spend so much for good coffee. All it needs is some love. And care,” he said. “Love and care? Wow, I didn’t know you could be so sappy, Kurtzburg,” Chloe said rolling her eyes. Nathaniel smiled and shook his head. He left her sitting on her own as he continued to serve his other customers.

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Love and care.

Love and Care?

How did those things contribute to coffee at all?

Chloe pondered on those thoughts as she took a bite of the Hummingbird cake and sipped on her Orange Chai. It had been two days since Nathaniel had told her the so-called ‘secret ingredients’ and it was driving her mad.

She watched curiously from the counter on her bar stool as Nathaniel poured the steamed milk into a mug. She saw his brow furrow in concentration as he poured the milk in such a way that he made a leaf on the surface of the coffee.

Love and care.

Nathaniel clearly looked like put in a lot of effort to make latte art correctly…

At that moment, Nathaniel looked up and their eyes met. She inhaled too fast and started choking on her cake. She closed her eyes as she coughed, beating her chest. She was surprised when she felt a hand rubbing her back soothingly.

“Here drink this water,” the red-headed boy advised, placing a glass of water on the table before going back to work.

Chloe greedily drank her water and felt her breathing return to normal. She continued to watch him. He was steaming another cup of milk. He looked up and gave her a small smile and a wink. She quickly turned away and chewed on her cake while sipping her coffee. Her cheeks felt warm, and she was sure it wasn’t the warm coffee that caused it.

Chloe left a few minutes later with her coffee in hand. Her plate was left with nothing but a few crumbs.

“Hey, Nath. This was left on the counter for you,” his co-worker called with a grin and handed him a napkin. Nathaniel’s eyes went wide.

Written on the napkin, was Chloe’s number.

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Chloe didn’t expect him to call her a few days later.

Hell, she didn’t expect him to call her at all.

It had been a reckless ‘in-the-moment’ decision which she had done and had regretted it the moment she had left the coffee shop. She had been avoiding the coffee shop because she couldn’t bear to see Nathaniel in his cute little apron and she did not want to humiliate herself like she had the last time.

As if the world hated her, she started seeing Nathaniel more and more even if she avoided the coffee shop. She saw him at the park sketching in his book, she saw him walking in the streets and she saw him shopping for new art supplies.

It’s like he’s everywhere! she thought as she narrowly escaped his glance in the park.

She had just finished putting on a face mask when he had called and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw an unfamiliar number pop up on the screen.

At first, she thought it was a stalker because she was the mayor’s daughter and there had been times that creepy weirdos had managed to get her number somehow but then she remembered Nathaniel.

Could it be?

She picked up her phone and without a second glance hit the green button to receive the call and screamed when she saw Nathaniel’s face pop up.

“What the hell? Nathaniel, why are you on my phone screen!” she screeched and turned her phone so that he was looking at her bedroom instead.

She heard a chuckle from the phone and her insides seemed to melt at the sound.

“The coffee shop just closed and I was wondering if you wanted to come over.”

Chloe was confused.

“Now? Are you sure? Because the last time I came into the coffee shop when it was closing, you kicked me out,” Chloe pointed out. The boy laughed.

“Chloe, are you going to let me see your face or not?”

“No. I look like a monster but this is the best honey and oats facial mask I’ve ever had and I refuse to take it off.”

She heard Nathaniel sigh and clear his throat.

“Okay fine, well just come over to the coffee shop. I want to show you something.”

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Chloe was freezing her butt off by the time she got to the coffee shop. It was dark except for a small orange glow inside. There was already a thick layer of snow blanketing the whole of Paris and she accepted the warmth of the coffee shop as she walked in.

“Nathaniel?” she asked as she looked around the deserted coffee shop in search of the red-head..

“Over here!”

Chloe followed the voice,“Before you kill me for asking you out in this cold weather, let me explain.”

Chloe walked to the counter and watched as Nathaniel took out some freshly ground coffee beans and began packing it tightly into the espresso machine.

“You looked confused when I told you that good coffee was made using love and care. Now I’m going to show you how to make the perfect Cinnamon Swirl Mocha.”

Chloe wanted to ask what the whole point of this meetup was but she didn’t mind his company and watched Nathaniel work. She watched as he poured the espresso into a cute little mug and added in the cinnamon essence and finally topping it off with a pinch of cinnamon.

“There,” he beamed triumphantly sliding the coffee to her. “The perfect Cinnamon Swirl Mocha. I’ve also been working on a new one that I think you might like. I'll make it quickly.”

As he began working on the other drink Chloe studied him curiosity as she sipped her beverage. He began steaming the milk again and dripping the espresso. She had never seen him so excited.

“Y'know Nathaniel...this is nice but what is the real reason you called me here?”

The red-haired boy grew silent. Chloe waited.

Then he took a deep breath.

“Okay...I sorta noticed that you were….um...avoiding the coffee shop. I didn't know if I had some something wrong or...well I got worried…and that's why,” Nathaniel mumbled as he swirled in milky foam with a spoon.

Chloe felt her heart begin to beat faster and she looked into the teal eyes of the boy she had begun to like.

“I'm sorry...I was nervous being around you after I gave you my phone number...I didn't really know how to react,” Chloe confessed.

She saw Nathaniel’s small smile as he finished the other mysterious drink and he sprinkled edible glitter onto the foam. He handed her the red mug and her heart stopped.

The foam was shaped like a bee. It’s body was striped with chocolate syrup and edible glitter, which sparkled under the dim lights. Chloe took a sip of the drink and hummed happily. Her taste buds had exploded and she felt so warm.

“Nath...this is...I've never tasted anything like it,” Chloe said as she drank the warm frothy beverage.

“It's a cinnamon and honey latte...,” he said slowly, fiddling with his hands “I...named after you. I felt inspired and that's what came out of it. This drink will be added to the Christmas menu tomorrow and I can...um...tell it's going to be a hit."

The blonde’s eyes grew wide, “You made a coffee for me...You named a coffee after me? I-I don’t know what to say.” The boy didn’t say anything, but just smiled bashfully.

Chloe blushed and cleared her voice. “If you want to….go out for dinner and maybe a movie…I'd like that...but this doesn't mean that we can just hang out! I still have an image to uphold!” she said quickly.

Nathaniel leaned in and gave her a grin.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing. Yes Chloe, I would love to go on a date with you,” he said and gave a light kiss on the cheek.

Chloe had thought that nothing could have replace her beloved coffee shop that had been closed down.

But she might've found the next best thing.

#mlsecretsanta 2k17 #mlss2017 #nathchlo #chlonath #chloe bourgeois #nathaniel kurtzberg #coffee shop au #ml fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #jojo writes #vanilla107writes

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Pete| Lingerie |Dunne

Title; Lingerie

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Words; 2669

Summary; The way you’re wrapping around me is a problem.

Warnings; NSFW. Smut. Public sex. Lingerie. Latex free. Choking. Smut for smut’s sake. liiiggghhhtttt dom/sub.

A/N: repost from the old blog

“They sell this shit online now.”

I turned at my boyfriend’s grumbled words, a wide and playful grin on my face. Pete had been shuffling behind me in the lingerie boutique, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoody and his eyes firmly on the ground. The only hint of his discomfort was how bright the tips of his ears were.

Pete… had a thing for lingerie. Especially when it was me, in said lingerie. He wasn’t picky either. Stockings paired with garters, teddies, corsets, crotchless panties, it didn’t matter. He loved to see me wearing lingerie.

It was getting to be an expensive habit too. Pete had a tendency to get a little carried away, always seeming to tear the delicate undergarments to shreds. Satin stood no chance under his eager hands, practically disintegrating at the seams. Delicate lace was shredded by his tightly clenched teeth and torn from my body. There were days where I pondered if his taste for destroying my lingerie was just an excuse for me to go and purchase new pieces.

I moved languidly from table to table, Pete following me the entire time like a shadow. He hovered as I sifted through the neat spreads of every cut of panty imaginable, the man behind me shifting uneasily from foot to foot. I had an inkling as to why he was shifting, as my hand was gliding over different cuts of panties. His decision to wear the gray sweatpants out shopping with me today was not his wisest decision, but the store was practically empty, except for the bored woman popping her gum and texting at the register.

“Grab the white ones.”

My hand paused over the white lace boy shorts at the low, rumbled words.

“And those red ones next to them.”

I bit my lower lip, lust coursing through my veins, and grabbed the two specified panties. When Pete got bossy like this, it was practically my kryptonite.

“How do you feel about these black ones?”

I picked up the black satin French cut thong and let it dangle from my index finger as I turned to Pete. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, eyes dark and intent, clearly imagining what each would look like being worn.

“Yeah… Get those too. I owe you a couple pairs anyway.”

I giggled coquettishly.

“A couple? I’m down to one pair, Pete. One last pretty pair and then I’m left commando.”

Air rushed out of him audibly and a half feral smirk tore across his face. The next thing I knew, he was crowding into my space, with his hands on my hips and the hard ridge of his cock pressing into the small of my back.

“That’s the exact opposite of a problem, luv.”

His growled words in my ear and the insistent press of his hips had me squirming from the lightning bolt of arousal to my core that left me close to panting and weak.

“Pete… I have to try these on and then I promise we can get out of here.”

He huffed, clearly disappointment in my answer. I shuffled over to another table, Pete’s hands still on my hips and his body stayed close to mine, every step causing his hips to bump against me suggestively.

“Are you finding everything alright?” The young woman at the register called disinterestedly, never once looking up from her phone.

“I’m doing great, thank you!”

My voice was a little too breathy to have been inconspicuous but the cashier didn’t look up from her phone.

“The blue ones to your left,” Pete growled as his hips ground into mine, the ache between my thighs ratcheting up to exquisite, almost painful levels. His hot breath against my ear made me shiver.

“Then the pink ones below that. Grab two pairs of those red ones there.”

The rawness and edge to his voice made my panties uncomfortably wet, coupled with the fact that his fingers had slipped just underneath the waistband of my jeans, stroking at the soft and delicate skin there robbed me of my breath. My hands flipped through the slips of fabric shakily to grab the requested items as Pete’s head dropped down to press kisses along my neck and shoulder.

He whirled me around, his lips still gliding along the sensitive flesh of my neck. There in front of us were a series of colorful teddies and corsets on racks and matching garters and stockings on a nearby table.

“The dark green thing there. The red corset and grab the matching stockings.”

His words vibrated along my skin and I shakily moved to grab the emerald colored teddy and the under bust fire red corset with attached garter belt.

“Now, kitten, go try them on. Make it fuckin’ quick too. I need to take you home and fuck you through the mattress.”

He pushed me towards the dressing rooms with a firm slap to my ass. I turned to give a weak glare at him, only for my knees to threaten to give out at the heated look on his face. It was on shaky legs that I entered the dressing rooms, entering the one the farthest down the small hallway, and locking the door behind me.

I tossed the pile of underwear onto the plush zebra print chair that was inside the dressing room and hung Pete’s selections from the chrome hook on the wall. I slipped my clothes off, down to my last pair of decent and pretty panties and I thought about Pete, who I knew was waiting for me outside sporting a major erection.

My phone buzzed as I slipped on the dark green teddy.

Pete: Do you need a hand?

A wicked grin tugged at my lips as I snapped a selfie in the mirror and sent it back in response to Pete.

Pete: For fucks sake woman.

I peeled off the dark green satin garment and laced up the red corset, the attached garters tapping against my thighs, and snapped another selfie.

Pete: You fuckin’ tease.

I unlaced the corset, before sliding on a navy form fitting, sheer chiffon and lace slip before sending another selfie.

Not twenty seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

“I’m doing fine!”

The knocks continued, more insistent. I sighed heavily and opened the door.

“I said I’m ok- oomph!”

Pete pushed the door in, grasped my head firmly with his hands, and pulled me in for a mind melting kiss while he kicked the dressing room door shut with his foot.

“You’re not supposed to be in here!” My words were mumbled, my mind still recovering from the kiss and his sudden appearance, as he dropped down to his knees to slide my panties down to my ankles.

"That’s what’s gonna make this so good.“

I steadied myself against his broad shoulders, gazing down at him with half lidded eyes as he helped me step out of my underwear.

"Y'better hold onto these.”

He pressed my panties into the palm of my left hand, with a self satisfied smirk on his face. I clasped them tightly in my hand as he slipped the navy silk number over my head and flung it to the corner of the dressing room. Pete took a moment to admire all of my exposed skin in the mirrors that lined the walls of the dressing room. Not to be outdone, I palmed the bulge in the front of his sweatpants.

He jerked at the touch, his blue gray eyes hooded and staring at me hungrily as he peeled off his t-shirt. As soon as it was thrown to the floor, Pete backed me against the wall, pressing himself into my hand.

“This is not a good idea Pete. What if someone comes to see what’s going on?”

He rumbled his pleasure as he ground himself into the palm of my hand even harder.

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet, because I’m gonna fuck you right here right now. Bet you thought you were bein’ cute with those texts.”

My arms twined behind his neck as I pulled him into a filthy kiss, the throbbing between my legs growing slicker as he nibbled at my lower lip and I felt his sweatpants slide down. His hands reached for the back of my thigh, then he lifted me up against his solid body. I gripped him tighter as he pressed me against the cool surface of the wall mirror, the combination of the shiver of the sudden cold and the roll of his hips causing my nipples to pebble into stiff peaks.

A growl rumbled through him as I reached a hand down between us to carefully guide the head of his length between the slick lips of my core. He drove himself into me so forcefully that I was concerned, at the back of my mind, that the mirror behind me would crack as the breath was being driven from my lungs.

Then, there was only Pete. The grumpy, surly champion who’s now sole focus was getting me off. The man with a hidden gentleness to him, that I was realizing a little bit more every day that I couldn’t live without. And right now, he was a wall of twitching muscle, caging me in, filling me to the absolute brim.

“I never get tired of the way you fuckin’ feel.”

His words were breathed against my lips as his hips grinded against mine. My fingers were beginning to tingle, as my wrist was caught between our bodies, and I tried to get it free.

“Touch yourself.”

The words were a rumbled command, as Pete leaned back slightly to take in oour reflections from the corner of his eye. I reacted almost instantaneously to the order, my fingers moving to the taught bundle of nerves and rubbing in quick circles as he continued to drive himself into me at a punishing pace. My jaw dropped at the combined sensations and Pete rumbled his appreciation as I writhed against him.

“So damn pretty when I fuck you. You like this, don’t you?”

Words were evading me, my hips moving of their own accord, and I only could nod rapidly in response to his question. He snapped his hips again in rapid succession, smothering my cries with his mouth. The clever work of his tongue against mine only made my fingers work faster.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she loudly gasped as he snapped his hips. He smothered her cries with the soft warmth of his mouth, kissing her senseless and her fingers moved faster as he continued to thrust himself into her, chasing his release.

I yelped at a particularly deep thrust, breaking the kiss and turning to press my cheek against the cool glass.

“Shhh, gotta be quiet,” he chuckled, his cock still pistoning out of me at a ruthless pace. “If you can’t be quiet, your panties are going into your mouth.”

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” I panted helplessly as the white hot knot of tension that had been building inside of me coiled so tightly that I thought for sure that my brain might start leaking out of my ears.

“Fuckin’ put them in your mouth. Do as you’re told. Now.”

I bit into my lower lip as I struggled to remain silent. Pete drew back, his face growing increasingly impatient with me. My eyes met his dark blue eyes as my head rolled back to the smooth mirror and I swallowed heavily, trying to remain silent and ignore the loud rush of blood in my ears. His jaw clenched and the muscle to the left side jumped as I brought my hand up to my mouth and I pushed the black scrap of satin into my mouth, an erotic slip of fabric peaking just beyond my lips. Pete’s eyes widened, the pupils blown out completely at the sight, and he ground out a rather impressive series of curses under his breath.

He pulled out completely and I made a muffled noise of protest at the loss of his touch. I blinked and then he had tossed me onto the zebra print chair, maneuvering me so that I was on all fours. I grasped the back of the chair with a squeal as he dragged the chair into the center of the dressing room.

Then his hands were back on me, one on my breasts and the other on my hip, and he was filling me again.

“Right where I want you. Hang on tight.”

I ground back into him, to dare him to do his worst. His hand on my hip tightened to the point I know I was going to have fingerprint shaped bruises. Pete draped himself across my back, his words and breath soft against my ear, “Mine.”

His other hand traveled from cupping my breast to lightly grasping at my throat. He stood straight up and brought me up with him, using the pressure against my airways to guide me. One of my hands went to grasp his wrist at my throat and the other went back to touching myself, the combination of my restricted airflow and the sight of ourselves fucking in the mirror almost too much.

I leaned against him, letting him take over completely. Our eyes met in the mirror and I was caught in his possessive and adoring stare. “Mine.”

He tilted his head down, never breaking eye contact, to press his teeth into the skin at the juncture of my shoulder and neck. I gasped, my fingers picking up speed at the pleasure-pain of his teeth on my skin. He hummed appreciatively, and I lifted my hand up to him, in an offering.

“Mine.”

His soft mouth closed around my slick fingers and he sucked at them with a groan, his hips continuing to drive himself into me.

The room was filled with the lewd and wet sound of skin slapping against skin, as he lit into me without mercy. The knot that was the herald of my orgasm was tightening in my lower abdomen and my internal muscles fluttered around Pete.

I withdrew my fingers from his mouth to start touching myself again, chasing my release. His hand around my throat tightened, his eyes desperately boring into mine as his pace picked up into something wild and frenetic.

“Cum for me,” his words were growled before his teeth began to bite into my flesh again. “Not gonna last much longer.”

My vision was getting a little fuzzy at the edges and I was so, oh so close.

“Do as you’re fucking told.”

I bit down on the panties in my mouth and my eyes screwed shut as the tension released, ecstasy filling my body. Pete buried himself deeply, releasing his grip on my throat and holding onto me tightly as I let out a long muffled shriek. The trembling of my body was uncontrollable as I writhed against him, my veins filled with white hot pleasure. He continued to fuck into me, my orgasm being drawn out, before he himself groaned and gasped my name, heat filling me.

I opened my eyes just in time to watch him come undone in the mirror. It was a good thing that he was supporting my weight, because the look of pure and unbridled pleasure on his face would have made me swoon. His hips jerked against mine, once then twice, before stilling and his forehead was resting against my shoulder. I could see the barest hint of a dreamy, content smile on his face in the mirror.

“Are you still doin’ okay hun?”

Our bodies both went rigid, the soft haziness of our afterglow breaking. I quickly pulled out the black panties from my mouth and I could feel the snarl on Pete’s face from our post-coital moment being interrupted.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine! I loved everything!”

I could practically hear the retail worker’s shrug as she walked away. Pete pressed a kiss against my shoulder, before withdrawing. I shuddered as his cock left me and he smirked.

“Get dressed. I want to see you in the green at home.”

#pete dunne imagine #pete dunne fic #pete dunne smut #repost from the old blog

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