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multifandhoem · 4 years ago

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server collab || ii

Server Collab from the Haikyuu HQ server with the prompt: “Guess I‘ll just have to cum inside you.“

The masterlist for the whole collab is here!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: slight SPOILER (it‘s really really small), smut obviously, little bit of public stuff if you count it as such, slight breeding kink, wedding sex, lot‘s of fluff

Word count: 3292

“I still remember when Iwa-chan told me, how he embarrassed himself in front of a cute girl and hoped he would never see her again to not relive the existential dread he felt at that moment. And then he told me he met her again and she laughed over the mishap and they were going to get coffee next week.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“I am so sorry.” His face was red, head bowed down in embarrassment, but you could still see it at the tip of his ears.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t like you were a stalker or something.” You were giggling a bit at the state he was in. “On top of that it is kinda my fault, I should’ve closed the curtains or something.” He slowly raised himself again, face still scrunched up in discomfort. He really looked like he was in horrendous pain and it was kinda your fault. “Please don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll treat you to coffee, to make you feel better, when are you free?”

Maybe the fact that he was a looker made you act a bit more open towards him than usual, but you genuinely felt bad for him. He was obviously beating himself up over that accident a couple of days ago.

You had realised fast that you could look from your window right into the room on the other side of the street, which was why you invested in curtains pretty early. But apparently, you had forgotten to close them this time, so when you turned around shirtless and made eye contact with a man, you were both equally surprised. He looked mortified and you couldn’t even blink when he suddenly dropped to the floor, now hidden from your wide eyes.

Your body reacted, even though he probably couldn’t see you anymore, shielding your breasts with one arm, the other hastily closing the curtains. After the initial shock wore off you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Why did he just drop to the floor? He could’ve turned around or something.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

Next to you, Hajime buried his face in his hands, but the large grin that had adorned his face for the whole evening was still there. Tooru waited a bit until the laughter calmed down until he continued.

“When I came back from Argentina for a visit she was already his girlfriend of five months. And when I saw Iwa-chan I knew that she would probably stick around for longer. You know, Iwa-chan is a very violent person-“ “Only towards shitty people!” You knew he couldn’t have let that jab just go by, but Tooru professionally ignored him.

“but with her, he was very soft, always touching her in some way. Sometimes touching too much. Don’t think we forgot the trip to the cabin!” He scoldingly wiggled his finger towards you, accompanied by Makki’s and Mattsun’s affirming but still scandalised shouts.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“We gotta be quick, Haji.” His lips were hot on your collarbones, fingers already dipping under your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head. “I know, they will wonder where we are.”

You had excused yourself for a second from the movie the others had put on. It was the first time this day where there weren’t two other people in the room with you, everybody being huddled in the living room of the small cabin where you resided for the weekend. With two bedrooms shared between the six of you and one big room that functioned as kitchen, living and dining room, there was never space for some alone time, which you were desperate to have after your boyfriend strutted around you shirtless the whole day. It should be illegal for someone as fine as he was to do such things.

Foreplay had to be postponed for the next time, you had little time until the others would grow suspicious. “No need, I can take you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your entrance, desperate to just feel his cock in you. He chuckled at your eagerness, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock sprung free, already hard and leaking. Apparently, you weren’t the only sexually frustrated one.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he buried himself in you with one stroke.

“Quiet, baby.” His lips found yours stifling your small moans as he began moving his hips.

Breathless gasped and small moans soon filled the room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, when Hajime couldn’t stop his hips before they met yours. “I’m close,” you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit and he shot you a breathless smile and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “Bite something when you come,” he said quietly, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic.

“Disgusting!” Loud banging on the door interrupted you and Hajime let out a string of curses. “If you already know then don’t go interrupting, Shittykawa!” Not having to hide anymore his hips finally snapped into yours, using the full capacity of his strength to make you moan against his shoulder.

Unfortunately, the orgasm you experienced didn’t lessen the embarrassment when you faced the others again.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

It was your turn to hang your head in shame, trying not to meet your parents’ eyes, who were seated next to you. Or worse, Hajime’s parents.

Tooru chuckled at your misery, before continuing.

“To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised when Iwa-chan called me and told me he would send me pictures of rings and I should help him decide. He obviously forgot timezones since it was 2am for me and I first thought somebody had died, but after promising to make me best man I obviously forgave him.” The guests laughed again and Tooru took a well-rehearsed break.

“I don’t think I have seen Iwa-chan as nervous as when he was rehearsing his proposal through me via Skype. I told him it was good, even though he was a stammering mess. But the thing about those two over there is that they calm each other down. So I knew, when the moment would come, everything would go swimmingly. I saw the way they looked at each other, there was no way she would say no.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“What are you planning?” You were chuckling, when Hajime lead you through the small house on the outskirts of Tokyo you two had purchased together when it was safe that he was staying in Japan with his work. “Let me surprise you, woman, and stop asking.” You could hear the amusement in his voice and it made your heart bloom. After all these years together he still made you feel like you were going on your first date. And he probably always would.

“Small step, be careful.”

You felt the ground changing from the hardwood floor to a rougher and colder one, showing you that you were now outside on the small terrace. You didn’t have to wonder for long, what he was planning when he carefully pulled the blindfold off your face. The first thing you saw was him.

But it was enough. He was smiling at you, his eyes radiating love. You couldn’t help but snaking your arms around his neck, to press a kiss to his lips. “You look so handsome. I love you.”

Hajime in a suit was something you had the pleasure of seeing a couple of times, but it still caught you off guard how someone could look this good.

“You haven’t even looked around, idiot,” He chuckled but still laid his arms around you to tug you towards him to kiss you again. After that he still forced you to turn around, to take a look at what he conjured in the last couple of hours.

The small garden you had behind your house was completely transformed, fairy lights making the faint evening glow even more magical.

“It’s beautiful.” The words were soft, Hajime wouldn’t have heard them if he wasn’t standing this close to you. “All for you, baby. I love you. I just thought, maybe we could sit on the blanket, maybe drink a bit of wine and just talk, you know?” His voice was laced with nervousness, even if he wasn’t even sure why. He knew you would like what he did. He went through your Pinterest boards and they were loaded with fairy lights, clinking classes, kisses shared under the faint glow. “That sounds perfect. What’s the occasion? I haven’t forgotten anything, right?” He laughed out loud at your nervousness. “No, babe, you haven’t. I just wanted to do something for you.”

His smile was so pure, filled with raw emotion, you had to kiss him again, putting as much passion as possible into the kiss. “Thank you, Hajime. I love you so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Your eyes were a bit wetter than usual and you hastily blinked the tears away, smiling at your boyfriend, ready to have a magical evening.

He really had everything prepared. Next to the blanket, a small cooler with a bottle of rosé laid, together with two glasses for you. His phone played soft instrumental music in the background, as you settled yourself against his chest, occasionally sipping at your wine, reminiscing about the past years, wishing for the future ones.

“Hey, move for a second, my leg’s fallen asleep.” A small tug of his leg under you made you sit up, while he fixed his posture, both of you now sitting upright in front of each other.

“Sorry, about that. Do you want to stand up for a bit to move it?” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he tugged you back down when you already wanted to stand up.

A shaky breath escaped him. So this was it. “Y/N, baby, I love you. So much, you can’t even imagine. You’ve been with me for the past couple of years and I honestly can’t wait for the future, if you’re by my side.” He paused for a second, hand slipping into his pocket. “Hajime.” Tears were already welling up in your eyes before he even managed to pull the ring out of his pocket, that he and Tooru had chosen so diligently a couple months prior.

“Will you marry me?”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Those two, right there, are a great couple if I’ve ever seen one. I actually can’t imagine a better partner for my Iwa-chan. Hajime. I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve been growing up alongside you and, dare I say, we’ve both become pretty great.” Tooru chuckled a bit, but everyone could hear his voice wavering, as his eyes were fixated on his best friend.

“I can’t express how happy I am, to still have you in my life, to now seeing you maturing into this great man who is inspiring others in everything he does. Seeing you enter this new part of your life, with this great woman in my life warms my heart. And you deserve nothing less. A toast to you. A toast to your future, Mr. and Mrs. Iwaizumi.” He raised his glass to you, a big smile on his face.

If he weren’t sitting right across from you, you would’ve missed the small tears rolling down his face. The guests around you all raised their glasses to towards you, everyone touched by Tooru’s speech.

But nobody came close to Hajime, who was clenching your hand in his’ tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, before he strode over to his friend, tightly embracing him.

You couldn’t hear what words were exchanged as tears fell and people smiled at the pair. Every guest at your wedding knew about Hajime and Tooru. The best friends, the best partners, who have been with each other since they were about five years old. Who only see each other every couple of months, partners technically becoming rivals.

When your husband came back to you his eyes were puffy, some tears still escaping, but the happiest smile on his face. Tooru hugged you too, wishing you good luck for your future, making a small joke about becoming an uncle again and telling you, once again, to take care of his best friend, his brother.

“I’m so happy to be your wife.” Hajime kissed you at your words but you still knew that he was equally as happy as you were. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily now,” you joked, relishing in the laughter that escaped him.

“As if I would ever want that. I’m going to put some kids in you as soon as possible. And then we have a little family. Maybe even a big family. Whatever you want.” He kissed you again and you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of him with kids in your head. More importantly, your kids. “About that.” You leaned into his side, grateful for the minutes you had at the edge of the room. “I’ve been thinking, maybe stopping my birth control? I mean we don’t have to start trying and stuff, but we’re married now and we’ve been together for a while, and we talked about it already, and-“ You were cut off with a passionate kiss, Hajime even dipping you slightly as he practically devoured you.

“Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?” You could only nod, a wide grin on your lips as you cupped his face in your hands to bring his mouth to yours again. “Fuck, I love you. I can’t wait to fuck you today.” Heat shot through your stomach at his words and his kisses did nothing to soothe it.

“Hajime.” You really didn’t intend for his name to sound like such a whimper. But when he growled against your lips you knew you were done for. “The bridal room. Where I got ready. Let’s go.”

You felt like a schoolgirl sneaking around again, when you were rushing through the halls of the venue, hand in hand with your new husband, giggling around, until you finally closed the door behind you, being pressed against the same one in an instant, a breathless Hajime resting his forehead against yours.

You were whispering ’I love you’s to each other for the probably thousandths time this day, but it wasn’t like you were growing tired of it anytime soon. “You gotta be careful about the dress, I don’t wanna have cum stains somewhere,” you reminded him as he was flicking up your skirt, already sinking to his knees.

“Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” You giggled in excitement at his statement, soon leading into a moan, when he buried his face between your lower lips, thong pulled to the side, his tongue expertly doing all the things he found out about you the years before.

“Fuck, Hajime.” Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging him closer.

He took one of your legs in his hand, tugging it over his shoulder and digging even deeper between your legs, using the fingers of his other hand as well, to insert two of them into your dripping cunt. “Haji, I’m coming,” you whimpered, clamping onto him.

“Wait for my cock.” The years of never neglected training came in handy, when he stood up, with you in his arms, to seat you on the small table, that was probably just in the room for decorating purposes. You shrieked a bit at how fast everything was happening, but you kind of agreed with him.

The first time you should come as husband and wife should be with him deep inside you.

He dropped his suit pants to his ankles and you could feel yourself clench with excitement. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please, Haji.” You pulled him towards you again to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth when he rubbed his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

It’s weird to explain what you felt the moment he pushed himself inside you. You had sex lots of times. But in that moment you felt more complete than you ever did.

You stayed like that for a couple of seconds, connected in the most intimate way possible, before his hips snapped back and into you again, eliciting a moan of both of you.

“Honestly, fucking you in your wedding dress is hot as fuck.” He laughed breathlessly, kissing you again, all while not halting his thrusts.

“Think about me pregnant with your kids,” you purred in his ear and squeaked in delight when his next thrust was harder than before.

“Don’t get me started. You’re going to look so good pregnant. All round and cozy.” His speed grew more erratic and you knew he would come soon.

“Fuck, we gonna start soon, right?” Your fingers clenched in his shirt, pushing him closer to you, chasing your own high.

“We’re starting right now, baby.” He kissed you again, hand moving down to rub your clit again, chuckling at the little whimpers you let out.

“Haji-“ You didn’t need to say more, he already knew, what you wanted to tell him.

“Go on, baby.” You kissed again, moans mixing in your mouths, as his tongue caressed yours, the slight taste of your juices still left on them. Every time his cock hit that one part you had to suppress a small scream, only slightly moaning in your husband's mouth.

“Can’t wait for tonight. Gonna fill you- ah- up again and again. And then you can be as loud as you want. Fuck. Gonna take my time with you.”

The filth he muttered against your lips only made you clench down harder onto his cock, feeling your high approaching rapidly. It was him coming, his cum spurting into you, which finally sent you over the edge, legs wrapping around him, bringing him even closer to your body, completely engulfing him, dead set on never letting him go.

Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both came down from your high. Small kisses were being exchanged, I love you’s were mumbled. But it was still perfect.

“I’m already anticipating tonight,” you mumbled, slightly exhausted due to moaning so much, making him chuckle, while his hands calmingly rubbed up and down your sides.

When he pulled out of you, you moaned again at the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you.

“This looks so good. You look so good.” Hajime’s eyes were focused on the spot between your legs, fingers twitching to push it back inside.

“Don’t let it go on the dress!” You shrieked, chuckling at the way he darted to get a paper towel, carefully wiping you down.

“You alright, baby?” He helped you down from the table after pushing your thong back in place and fixing up his suit pants.

“Yeah. I love you. You made me the happiest woman alive, today, you know that?” The smile he threw your way at your words made your heart bloom. You were so in love with this man.

“Now, brace yourself for the comments.” You intertwined your fingers again, going back down the hallways to rejoin your guests at your reception. “You think somebody noticed something?” Your hands grew sweaty at the thought. Hopefully, nobody suspected a thing. Especially not his parents. Or worse, the grandparents!

“Tooru will have noticed for sure. You know how he is. If we’re lucky he hasn’t told Makki or Mattsun.” Hajime seemed way to relaxed at the thought, only shrugging his shoulders, ditching your hand to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side.

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel he was smiling.

“I love you, too.”

No matter what was going to happen once you got back, this was still the best day of your life.

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everlarkficexchange · 4 years ago

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Clubbing 101

Written by @alliswell21

Prompt 144: She has a night of fun before the start of the semester. She meets this guy, they hit it off that they sleep together. But when she shows up to her class the next day, she sees the guy again. But he’s her professor and he’s way older than she originally thought. #olderPeeta [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Rating: Explicit. NSFW.

Tags and Warnings: Canon Divergence; College!AU; Age gap, older man/younger woman; The opposite to slow burn? Smut; Unprotected sex; technically impaired consent since alcohol, but their both into each other while sober too 🤷🏻‍♀️; Ethical dilemmas; Teacher/Student relationship (sort of); One Shot, with an ambiguous open ending? Almost 10K words. Unbetaed.

Notes: Thank you to the moderators once more for putting up with us, procrastinating writers. You gals are saints! Thank you to @animekpopxx for her amazing prompts that never fail to snag my attention and give me the best ideas ever! You rock! I projected this story to be a smutty short thing, but it sprouted words and a background out of nowhere and I had to forced myself to stop adding to it, to get back to my other submissions waiting in my docs. Hopefully, it’s a good read for the ones who take the chance with it.

Thank you all!

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It starts with a harmless ranting.

“I’m not outgoing, or fun. I’m not even ‘cool’… hell, I don’t care what my sister says, I’m too old for this place!” I tell the handsome, bearded, guy sitting in the barstool next to me, “She’s a med student, you know, but she insists that partying is part of the college experience, especially when one’s career is so demanding… plus, is the last weekend of summer break, which apparently means you’re contractually obligated to party extra hard,” I roll my eyes, “I never saw the appeal personally, but I let her drag me out here so I can keep an eye on her. Is not like I’m gonna let her piss away her future for a night of clubbing,” I scoff, taking a long pull of my beer.

The guy chuckles, but I’m not done just yet.

I slam down my bottle and continue listing my grievances, “The thing that grinds my gears, is that she begged for a ‘girls’ night out’, and instead of drinking with me and people watch, she goes off with the first fucker that asks her to dance! I mean… did it ever occur to her, I may want to dance with her on OUR girls’ night out?!” I scowl and gulp another mouthful of beer, “then, to add insult to injury, thirty minutes later I get a text from her, saying to go on home without her ‘cause she found a ride, followed by that cursed eggplant emoji, like I needed an illustration of what kind of ride she’s getting,” I mock gag, rearranging the strap of my tiny purse across my chest.

“I guess she’s young, and beautiful, and does work very hard, but if you invite me to go clubbing with you, don’t abandon me within the first 15 minutes of arriving!”

My companion winces before sipping his drink, and smiling ruefully, “That’s harsh… sorry you’re having a shitty night,”

“Meh… little sisters, right?!” I shrug.

The guy smiles crookedly at me, and I find myself enjoying his smile, “I wouldn’t know about that. I’m the baby of three brothers, and the only thing I got away with was learning how to wrestle and spring awesome comebacks on the fly… the brutes kept me on my toes,” he chuckles.

“Three boys? Sounds chaotic. Your poor mother!”

“Yeah… life’s chaotic.” He averts his eyes for a second, his smile goes away. I’m afraid I’ve said something wrong, but he suddenly looks back at me, and confesses, “I’m not into clubbing either.” His eyes sparkle, despite the awful, dim, blue lights bathing the place.

I smile, “Look at us wallflowers, bonding over drinks and sibling shenanigans,” we clink our drinks together and sip. I’m chatty and relaxed, so unlike myself; I guess the two beers I’ve had are starting to get to me. “I’m Katniss, by the way.”

“That’s pretty,” he says, shyly; makes my chest warm up. “Nice to meet you, Katniss. I’m Peeta.”

I arch my eyebrows, “Peter?” I repeat, because I’m pretty sure I miss-heard him over the obnoxiously loud music.

The guy shakes his head, “Pee-ta… like the bread?” He chuckles. Then adds, “Family name. Everyone on my dad’s side are bakers.”

I snort-laugh, “Punny!” I say, taking another sip. Yup, beer’s getting to me, I’m not this cleverly funny. “My dad was into survivalism and botany… I’m named after a plant also known as Duck Potato, so I win the weird name competition!”

“Hey, it’s something else to bond over,”

“Cheers to that!” We clink our drinks again, and partake in our booze.

He orders another whiskey neat when he’s out… sounds both snooty and distinguished at the same time. Goes well with his put together image, though: nicely trimmed beard, nicely combed hair, nice polo shirt with what I believe is a tiny loaf of bread embroidered on the chest, and dark-wash jeans… I think. It’s hard to tell under the black lights of the club.

He offers to get me another drink, and I order an appletini.

“J.D. from Scrubs always drank one,” I explain, swirling the coctel in my hand, “I’ve always been curious to try, but didn’t wanna spend my own money experimenting on a drink I could potentially hate.”

“Makes sense,” Peeta says, “So… what’s the verdict?”

“Is pretty good, actually. But I think I’ll stick with my Miller Light,”

Peeta nods, “I honestly don’t enjoy alcohol that much.”

I giggle. “Then, what brings you to this fine establishment tonight, sir, if you’re not much for clubbing, or drinking?” I watch him out of the corner of my eye.

I like that when he smiles, his eyes crinkle in the corners.

“I lost a bet against a colleague.”

“Oh,” I’m suddenly self conscious and a little uncomfortable. I give the guy a scrutinizing look, and ask suspiciously, “what was the punishment exactly?”

The man rolls his eyes. “I have to spend one whole hour in the club, without criticizing anything, like the bitter old man I am,” he grins, “My friend��s words. Not mine!” He raises both hands, claiming innocence.

I laugh at the face he pulls, “Well, you’ve just defaulted on that punishment,”

“How so?” He beams.

“With the look in your face! It spoke volumes!”

“Am I that transparent?”

“You read like a preschooler’s board book, pal!”

We both laugh, I drink my beer, and he throws back his whiskey neat.

“So…” he makes a show of looking at his watch, “I still have 33 minutes to kill before I’m allowed to run out of this place… I know I’m not a Med student, co-Ed, sister of yours, but… would you, um, like to dance with me?” He sounds adorably hopeful.

I glance at the man sideways, toying with my bottle.

He smirks, mischievously, “I promise, spirits make me more coordinated on the dance floor. I become this amazing dancer when I have a couple of drinks on… or so my brain believes. I probably look like an idiot, but I’m too goofy to know the difference. You’re welcome to be the judge it for yourself,”

I take my sweet time finishing the last dregs of my beer, and wrinkle my nose, “You sure you wanna dance to this shit, kids call music nowadays?” I smirk, pointing a finger up, motioning wide circles into the ether.

Peeta gives a full belly laugh.

I really do like his laugh!

“Isn’t it our only choice?” He ventures.

Not if you follow me home, my thirsty brain supplies; my lips on the other hand, just let through a hint of a smile, because I’m buzzed, but not drunk enough to proposition a total stranger. I’ve never been one to sleep around anyway.

“Okay,” I say, too enthused. “As long as we both agree that this isn’t music,”

“Oh no, this just barely passes as noise!” Peeta agrees readily.

He guides me to the packed dance floor, and we start moving to the booming, deafening tunes playing overhead.

I’m not sure if one could call this dancing. Everywhere I look people are writhing against each other, like a pack of zombies without grace or rhyme.

I’m not sure Peeta will get an accurate assessment of his dancing skills, compared to what I’m seeing, he’ll probably look like a professional; plus, it’s too dark and busy in here to really appreciate anything, really, but after a few minutes of just shifting in place, robotically, I snatch two bottle beers from a waitress walking by, offering one to my partner, hoping that’s enough to get us loosen up. The waitress stares at me until I rummage on my crossbody mini purse and toss a crumple ten on her tray.

The liquid boost works. Before I know it, I’m grinding my hips against his. Peeta’s just the right height for his thigh to fit between my legs and brush against my front. I get tired of undulating my arms in the air, so I drop them around his shoulders, and feel just how firm and broad he is under my touch.

Our chests are tightly pressed together, and I’m at the right angle to just stare at his plush-looking lips. I turn around before I do something brash, like kiss him in the mouth. Peeta doesn’t question it, he just places his hands on my hips, and starts moving to the music’s beat.

I bring the beer to my lips, but the bottle’s empty… oops! It doesn’t matter, I’m having the time of my life!

Peeta’s swaying guides me. I basically drape my back over his front, and bump my ass into his groin. I feel the hint of a bulge there, and press my rear into it again, just to confirm if I felt what I hope I felt.

Peeta’s fingers tighten on my hip, emboldening me to keep going until I’m practically twerking into him, and his slight bulge morphs into a full blown hard-on.

I twist in his arms to face him, my lust idled brain barely thinking rationally, “Are your 33 minutes done yet?” I yell into his ear, so he can hear me over the noise.

He doesn’t even look at his watch, “To hell with time! I‘ll stay here all night, if you want me to,” He answers loudly.

“Come on, then!” I push off his chest, and snatch up his hand before he can reply.

Leaving the dance floor is surprisingly easily, considering the crowd bouncing in place together.

I make no conscious plan on where we’re going; I’m arguably familiar with the layout of this place from my many visits since Prim turned 21; I’m only mildly surprised when we navigate across the club, all the way to the restrooms. It’s like my clit is making all the decisions tonight… good for it!

There’s a line of disgruntled women waiting to get inside the Ladies Room, but the Men’s Room is available, and Peeta lets me guide him into it, like one of those pull toys children have.

“It stinks in here,” I comment blandly, but make a beeline for the last stall with a door.

There’s one guy at the urinal, but he doesn’t even look up from his pants, so I just shrug it off and yank Peeta into the stall with me.

The space is tight, but once inside the stall, I push Peeta into the door, and attack his mouth.

He makes a startled noise at the back of his throat, but his hands and arms immediately press me into his body more fully. My own hands trek down to his belt, where I fiddle with the buckle until it’s undone, and I can access his pants’ button and fly.

He hisses when my fingers graze his warm erection, and bucks into my knuckles. I’m in the process of sticking my hand inside his boxers, when Peeta growls, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, and letting it go with a wet pop.

“Switch places,” he pants against my mouth, and hoists me up, until my back hits the door and his hands grab my hips possessively, jutting my pelvis forward, “I’m hungry, would you mind if I eat you out?”

“Okay,” I gasp.

Thank you for forcing me to wear your tiny, clubbing dress, Prim!

“You’ll allow it?” He asks, incredulous, rubbing circles on my hips with his thumbs.

“Yes… I’ll allow it!”

His smile is sexy, his stare is hypnotic. Damned my drunken ass! I can’t believe I’m willing to do this in a smelly bathroom stall!

Peeta sits on the toilet and licks his lips while staring up at me. His hands disappear under the stretchy material of my skirt, bumping my purse out of his way. He skims his fingers under the elastic of my panties, and I bite my lip, nodding eagerly.

Slowly, Peeta slides my underwear down my legs, the tips of his fingers follow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced!

Once he brings my panties to my knees, his hands rush back up my thighs, pushing the flimsy skirt around my waist. My underwear drops to my ankles on their own.

Peeta’s level eye with my crotch, and I squirm restlessly. “Beautiful… absolutely soaked,” he whispers in a daze, he inhales pulling me closer, “You smell divine!” He descends, nose first, into the thatch of dark curls between my thighs, making me moan. He ruts his face against me, and suddenly drops to his knees, grabbing my calf to pull my leg up.

But the movement gets prevented by my stupid underwear, tangled in my ankles. Without missing a beat, I toe my panties off, so Peeta can maneuver my body however he wants.

He drapes my leg over his shoulder, opening me up to his ravenous mouth. He grunts, burying his face into my core, and finally, FINALLY, his tongue swipes between my folds.

“Fuck!” I squeak.

My hands fly to tangle into his soft, perfectly coiffed hair. I nearly smother him, holding his face to my pussy, but he’s doing wicked things to me with his tongue: lapping, sucking, and nipping at my labia; drawing number eight figures around my clit with the tip of his tongue, to then sinking it deep inside my core. I can’t stop bucking into his mouth over and over.

When was the last time I was given head? Fuck if I know! Darius probably, he was decent, but didn’t do it often. And Thom was so boring at it, I actually preferred he didn’t do it. But this guy is amazing! A real expert in the matter!

“I’m so close! Please… I’m so close,” I wail like a cat in heat, writhing against the door.

Peeta looks up, and despite the horrendous lighting in the room, I realize he’s got the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen… too bad I can’t hold his gaze too long, because he starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, while fucking my hole with his tongue, and is all I can do not shout and scalp him in my delirium.

He doesn’t stop drinking my juices while I convulse above him. On the contrary, he retrieves his thumb, but keeps his mouth busy, lapping away all the slick I give him.

It’s too much.

I tug on his hair to pull him off of my sensitive privates.

Peeta takes one last lick with the flat of his tongue and looks up at me, smiling wolfishly, “Was that good?” His beard’s dripping with me, he wipes some of it off on his sleeve.

I snort, unsexy and definitely rude. “You made me cum so hard I saw stars… yeah, it was good. Better than good, really!” I smile down at him, and try to pull him off from the floor.

All the gel holding his curls in place is gone now, rubbed off on my palms. His hair is sticking up on the top and towards the back of his head. I reach up to try and smooth it back, “I’m sorry, I seem to have made a mess of your hair,” I giggle. It’s adorable, but I feel bad that I ruined it.

“You can mess my hair any time you want, Katniss.” He says, almost shyly, he places his hands on my waist, over the bunched up dress.

It’s a big turn on to me, how his words are so flirty, but he delivers them so sweetly and awed. Is unexpected and endearing… which is odd, because I don’t usually find people endearing at all!

We both chuckle.

He licks his lips, and I feel heat pool in my lower belly again.

“Come’ere!” I wrap my hand around his nape, and pull his lips to mine.

He responds immediately, licking the seam of my mouth. I suck on his tongue when he slides it against mine.

He moans.

“Fuck me, Peeta,” I rasp into the kiss, palming his dick through his jeans.

He groans, “Are you sure?” He barely holds back another groan when I squeeze his clothed erection.

“Cock. In me. Now!” I command through gritted teeth, trying to pull his cock out of his pants with one hand, while taking his hand, and splaying it on my boob.

“Okay… shit… this is… surreal! This has never happened to me before!” He kneads my tit, gently.

I’m not sure I was supposed to hear that, so I pretend I didn’t and turn, facing the door to wiggle my ass, in an attempt to convince him.

Peeta makes a noise in his throat, quickly followed by the sound of shifting clothes, and a metallic thump from his belt buckle hitting the toilet.

I whine when Peeta’s warm, heavy cock caressed my bare ass cheek. “Please don’t tease me,” I beg.

“Fuck, Katniss… do you really want this?”

“Yes, Peeta… put your cock inside my cunt, and fuck me all the way to next week! Now!”

His warm body cocoons mine, “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear, and I feel the blunt head of his cock parting my folds, coating himself with my natural lubricants.

He finds my entrance, pushing inside just the tip. He gasps, “Fuck!” One big hand wraps around my hip to keep me steady, bracing his other arm on the door, above my head.

“Peeta… Please!” I wiggle my ass, making him sink another inch deep.

“Hold still,” He hisses, “I’m trying to hold back… not ramming in too roughly… embarrassing myself, cumming too fast,” His hot breath warms my nape. “You feel like heaven!” He growls, tightening his hold on me.

I’m torn, wishing he’d drill into me without mercy already, while another part of me is grateful he’s trying to stay under control… I don’t know which I want more…

When was the last time I had sex?

As if reading my thoughts, Peeta shares haltingly, “It’s been such a long time for me. I want it to last, but I’m

Not sure if I can,”

I don’t have time to second guess myself, because Peeta’s moving, and he’s massive!

“Don’t hold back!” I bleat, “I want it rough… I want it fast!” I gasp, clenching down on him. I paw at the door for purchase, trying not to face-plant on the cold, hard surface, while Peeta’s fat prick stretches me to the brink of pain! I can’t stay put for him any longer; I buck into him.

“I said to hold still!” He slaps my ass, hard. It stings, but it’s a welcomed feeling.

I moan and melt, finally relaxing enough for him to penetrate me all the way to the hilt. He stays there a moment, breathing harshly into my neck, squeezing my hip on and off.

“You’re so tight. So warm. So wet, Katniss.” He nuzzles my ear, “I’m gonna move now, I apologize beforehand in case this ends too soon for you…” He drags himself slowly out of me, just to plunge right back in with a swift, hard thrust.

I squeak; he grunts..

Peeta holds me by the waist, “You’re so pretty and sexy, Katniss. I can’t decide if you’re real, or the most vivid wet dream I’ve ever had…” he’s fucking me like a jackrabbit in rut.

I’m speechless, vaguely wondering if I didn’t dream him instead?

His cock head hits a spot deep inside me I’ve never reached before. I start babbling nonsense— mostly praising his cock and his strength— I don’t really know what I’m saying, but he seems to be enjoying it thoroughly by the increase in his speed and the volume of his grunts.

I’m joisted up and down his shaft like a rag doll; I wish I’d thought of hanging my stupid little purse somewhere before we started, because now it’s bumping on my thighs, distracting me from the great ducking I’m getting; it’s no matter… I can feel my orgasm building in my belly.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart… I want you to cum too,” He nibbles on my earlobe.

“Yes, Peeta! Please make me cum, I’m so close!”

One of his hands slides around my waist to play with my clit, while his other tweaks my nipples over my dress and bra. That, added to the sensation of my g-spot being prodded repeatedly, sends me spinning over the edge.

I must’ve screamed or something, because he clamps his hand over my mouth, and then he’s grunting, digging his forehead between my shoulder blades, and pulling me back against his unyielding body.

“Fuck…” he gasps and shivers behind me. I feel his dick pulsing, his rhythm faltering, and then he goes still.

Peeta sags a little, wedging his shoulder into the door to keep from falling. I’m surprised he still has the strength to hold me up too; I have to be dead weight at this point, since my legs feel like overcooked noodles and my arms gave out a minute ago.

We both try to catch our breaths, too spent and weak for much more, at least for a few minutes.

Peeta stirs. “Are you okay?” He breathes out, ruffling the loose wisps of my hair with his breath.

I chuckle, leaning my sweaty temple on the cool door. “I can’t feel my toes… which is excellent!”

“Good,” he sighs.

Three heart beats later, he straightens up and pulls out of me. An indecent amount of spend flows down my legs as soon as his cock dislodges from my pussy, but Peeta shoves something soft between my thighs quickly, before I have time to freak out about the mess.

I look down mildly curious, staring at an embroidery of a tiny loaf of bread. Vaguely, I wonder if that’s his uniform? He said he was a baker, right? At least he’s named after bread or something. I giggle. “Is this your shirt?” I ask, widening my stance to gracelessly wipe myself clean.

“Yeah,”

“Thank you,” I say, dazedly, turning sideways to smile at him gratefully.

He’s wearing a simple, white, cotton t-shirt when I return the polo to him, now spoiled with cum and slick. I’m caught off guard by how broad shoulder he is, and by how nice he smells… cinnamon and sweat. Weird combination, but pleasant. I wonder if he baked any bread today?

“Um… would you… would you like to put these back on?” He asks awkwardly, leaning down to pick up my discarded panties from besides the foot of the toilet bowl.

I wrinkle my nose, “Not really,” I mumble. “Who knows when was the last time that floor got cleaned. Gross.”

Peeta smiles and shakes his head, “Here,” he grabs his polo, covered in our juices, and wraps my underwear in it. “Now it’s hidden.”

My body is finally catching up with the advanced hour, the beers and the two amazing orgasms. I’m starting to feel sore everywhere, and my eyelids are getting heavy. “Wow… think I’m officially all partied out,” I chuckle weakly.

“Ditto,” Peeta agrees, his smile is shy. “So… there’s this little dinner about two blocks from here,” he starts, eyes downcast; the space seems to shrink around us, now that the frenzy of our physical activities is done with. “Would you like to grab a pancake or som—“

My phone rings, startling us both into silence. I frown, but scramble to find it in my purse, to check who could be calling me… apparently at 2 a.m.!

My frown deepens. Prim’s smiling face flashes on the screen. She was supposed to be getting some herself! “It’s my sister,” I whisper, tamping down my rising panic. I don’t ask if it’s okay to answer, I just do it. “Prim?”

“Where the hell are you?!” I have to pull the phone off, or risk eardrum rupture by my sister’s screeching. “I’ve been texting and calling you! I’ve been worried sick!”

I scowl at the wall, confused and little annoyed, “Prim… Prim, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come get you somewhere?” I try to ask.

“What?! No. I’m home! But you aren’t, and I’ve been scared shitless trying to find you!”

I give Peeta an apologetic grimace, and blindly feel around for the lock to get out of the stall. “Um… why are you home so early? Last time I heard from you, you were getting a ride,” I’m trying to sound unaffected; It’s all I can think to say in my mortification.

“Never mind that! Why aren’t you home already? I thought you had to work in the morning and then go to sch—”

While Prim rages at me, I place a hand on the phone and turn to Peeta, still in the stall, awkwardly facing the wall, I assume to grant me some privacy. I’m sure he can hear my sister’s frantic chastisement from where he’s standing. “I’m sorry… you’d think I was a teenager instead of a grown ass adult,” I roll my eyes.

Peeta waves me off good naturedly. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for keeping you so late,”

I’m about to say something else, but Prim yells loudly, something about calling the police and checking the hospitals for me, which truly prompts a reaction from me, “Calm down! I’m still at the club, exactly where you left me!” I cover the phone with my palm again, and turn to him. “I’m… I’m gonna go? Before she threatens to send the marines in,” I try to joke, but our situation takes all the levity out of it, and my attempt dies off, lamely.

Peeta nods, smiling softly; somehow I can tell it’s not genuine.

“Little sisters, right?” I offer halfheartedly, twisting my lips.

“Can I… walk you out at least?” He asks quietly; Prim hasn’t stopped nagging this whole time.

“I… it’s not necessary, but thank you…”

Peeta nods again, looking disappointed.

I don’t get to tell him a proper goodbye, because two dude-bros come in the bathroom, letting the noise from the club filter in; one of the idiots elbows the other, and both start making some lewd comments about me, but Peeta steps in, eyes wild with anger, and tells the guys to knock it off. Prim hears the whole thing of course, and goes nuts herself asking what’s going on?

Peeta looks at me, and motions his head towards the door.

Message received, I step outside the bathroom and book it out of the club, “I’ll be home in a bit. I’m gonna call and Uber,”

“Call me as soon as you’re in it!” Prim demands.

“Fine! Now stop nagging me, will you?!”

I don’t realize I never looked back at Peeta to wave my goodbyes until I’m in the car, heading home. Regret truly is a bitch. I can’t help feeling like I just lost something important, but I have no idea what it is.

>>—————> * <————<<

It’s been a very long Monday. I’m mainly running on caffeine at the moment, and can’t wait to get home and pass out in my fluffy bed, to see if I can catch up on last nights lost hours of sleep.

I enter my last class of the day and find a seat in the middle of the third row. I pull my laptop, a writing pad and my mechanical pencil out of my bag, and watch as my classmates start filtering in one by one, greeting each other and finding their places, lazily.

I’m the oldest student in this class, which is not surprising. I’ve only just come back from my extended— 5 year— sabbatical; and did it only after I was completely sure I could handle my workload and the financial strain of both me and Prim going to college at the same time, without giving myself an early grave.

It’s been hard, but I’m glad I came back to finish my schooling, I only need a handful of credits to graduate, which is great!

I check my watch. We still have a few minutes to kill before class starts. The professor— Dr. Mellark, according to the copy of my schedule— is not here yet, so I pull up the banking app on my phone to give it another glance. The balance is still the same as the last two times I’ve seen it, but it doesn’t hurt to be extra careful when one is on a tight budget. I scheduled payments for the power, gas and rent to go out in the next few days, and I want to make sure there’s enough money in the bank to cover them. We’re looking fine for the month, financially speaking.

The door to the classroom swishes open, and I start signing off my app.

“Good afternoon ladies and germs; I’m doctor Mellark, and provided you’re in this room for an English class, I’ll like to welcome you to the amazing world of Classic Literature!” Says a deep, male voice I find oddly familiar. “By the way, don’t any of you dare to disagree with me on the awesomeness of classic lit… I’m a doctor, I know what I’m talking about… unless you ask me about medicine, then please be free to disregard everything I say, because I’m not ‘that’ kind of doctor!”

A murmure of little chuckles fills the room; even I smile, silencing my phone and putting it away, before looking up at the professor.

I choke on a strangled gasp when I finally set eyes on the man I assume is the teacher, dumping a worn, leather, messenger bag on the desk near the podium. He’s the last person I would’ve expected to have as a professor.

Oblivious to my predicament, Doctor Mellark— or as I know him: Peeta!— keeps introducing himself.

“I’ve been teaching this course for 14th years, but I’m always pleasantly surprised to hear the different points of views my students bring to our discussions on the classics we study, which in a nutshell, is the beauty of this class.” He pulls a ream of paper out of his bag, and gives it to a student in the front, “Please take a syllabus, and pass the rest to the next person, and so on… thank you!”

My face is burning. I think I’m gonna faint.

“But enough about me,” his voice booms, making my whole body shiver. “I don’t normally do roll calls or care about attendance, as long as you’re not missing assignments, and are here during discussions, so this is the first and last time I’ll be reading this list,” he rises a piece of paper above his head, I surmise has the students names on it, and he instructs, before reading, “I’ll call your names, and you’ll introduce yourself, briefly, that way we can all get acquainted with each other, yes?”

Ugh!

He can scratch my name off that list right now! We’re more than acquainted with each other.

Bile rises to my throat. An intrusive, bitter thought pesters me: how many of his students has he gotten ‘that’ familiar with?

But the thought dies off quickly. An even worse, more worrisome thought springs front and center in my mind: Did we use protection?!

Panic rises in my chest, a nervous queasiness settles in my belly; a distant memory of warm goo sliding down my legs comes to mind… Oh shit!

Oh shit, oh shit! We didn’t use a freaking condom? Who does that?!

Oh shit!

Would a Plan B still be effective right now? It’s been less than 24 hours…

Peeta’s reading names. People stand from their seats and talk about themselves. I haven’t heard one word they’ve said, but I’ve been watching how some of the female students bat their eyelashes and speak all breathily, smiling coyly at him… Peeta seems oblivious to the flirting, but I still feel a cocktail of unpleasant feelings in the pit of my stomach.

I realize, I’m jealous!

My ass is frozen in my sit, I’m not even breathing. I don’t think Peeta’s seen me yet, but… what will he do or say once my name comes up? I send a quick prayer to heaven, he won’t recognize me since I look nothing like I did last night at the club, with my hair down and my face all made-up. Right now and plain ol’ me… the rub is gonna be my name. Darn my dad and his awful naming whims!

Soon enough, he reads a name that makes him stutter, “Kat…Katniss? Everdeen?” He does a double take, “Katniss Everdeen…” his eyes are the size of saucers when he scans the lecture hall, swiftly. When he finds me, he looks back down at his paper, and says the name out loud again, unsure, “Katniss Everdeen?” Like he doesn’t believe what he’s reading.

I stand up woodenly, my voice cracks a little, “I’m—I’m Katniss Everdeen… hi!”

I’m about to drop back into my chair, but Peeta kinda mumbles, “You know, Arrowhead, or Katniss is a water plant? The root is edible… like a swamp potato?”

There are quiet little giggles all over the place.

Peeta clears his throat, his eyes flit away; his face’s blank of emotion, but his cheeks seem pinker than a second earlier, “I just read that online, believe it or not. Interesting facts about local flora, people. Reading is knowledge, but so is learning from one another… what can you tell us about yourself, Miss Everdeen, besides that you have a very unique first name?”

“I…” I harrumph, avoiding eye contact with Peeta at all costs, “I’m a part time student. Majoring in Botany. I took this class to fulfill my last English credits requirement for graduation. I do love books and classic literature, in particular.”

“Thank you… Miss Everdeen,” he rasps.

I sit down, clumsily, hoping this horrible, horrible moment is just a nightmare and that I’ll wake up any second now, drooling on my desk, with indentations of my notepad on my cheek, because anything would be less embarrassing than what I’m going through at this point.

Mercifully, Peeta calls a different name, and then another, and then another. I don’t look up from my notepad once.

Peeta for his part, sounds stiff and monotonous— or so I’d like to think— no more jokes or clever sayings. Maybe he’s not as affected as I am about this ordeal, and I’m just making it a bigger deal than it really is? Maybe he does have experience sleeping with students— I mean, it’s not unheard off, right?— Not that either of us had any idea we were engaging in a teacher-student affair last night…

Although, calling it an affair is generous; it was a measly one night stand. A chance encounter. Two people letting off steam before a busy week ahead.

I’m getting increasingly angry with all this thinking… and the class seems to drag on. It feels like an eternity, and my mind keeps churning up all kinds of questions: Why would he not say he was a teacher at this particular college? Did he lie about being a baker? Is his name even Peeta?

I scoffed at the thought.

To my horror, I hear him ask, “Anything to say, Miss Everdeen?”

Looking up at him requires a great deal of bravery and self admonishment, but I do my best and face him— he’s wearing glasses now, which makes my belly tightened for inexplicable reasons— “No, Doctor Mellark, nothing of consequence anyway,” I retort as venemosly as possible, without alerting anyone else there’s something weird going on between me and the professor.

Peeta grimaces slightly. Then looks away, “Very well, as I was saying, we will start with the basics: The Iliad and Moby Dick, since those are High school level works, I expect your reports to be sufficiently well researched, and your personal ideas on the text somewhat fleshed out. It doesn’t have to be in-depth. I’m just looking to determine everyone’s style and needs for the semester ahead…” he continues his spiel, and I feel free to go back to my stewing and my musings.

Before I know it, Peeta’s dismissing the class, wishing everyone a good rest of their evening.

I jump into action, packing my stuff with my head bowed, but then I hear him again.

“Miss Everdeen, a private word, please?” It’s much too quiet to have been said from his podium. I still startled when I look up and find him standing right against the first row of desks, directly in front of me.

His face is not quite stern, but he’s definitely less smiley than when we met.

I force down a gasp, because under the better lighting of the lecture hall, and close up, I can see a plethora of details I missed at the club; like the arresting blue of his eyes, the slight reddish of his neatly trimmed beard, peppered with silver whiskers all over, while his perfectly combed hair is almost all silver on the temples, and ashy blonde on the top. His shoulders are even broader than I remember.

He’s overall stockier than I originally thought, and just a smidge shorter, which is fine, he’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t mind climbing him like a tree—

I shake my head off the intrusive, lecheros thoughts. I’m literally lusting after my teacher, for goodness sakes! This is beyond a silly schoolgirl crush!

Peeta arches one dark blonde eyebrow at me, expectantly.

I nod curtly, because my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, and gesture for him to lead the way.

I shove my laptop into my bag, and hastily shoulder the straps, hugging my writing pad to my chest, following my professor like a chastened little girl.

My stupid eyes find his ass, and I blink twice, at the exquisite sight in front of me. I groan internally.

He grabs his own bag, takes off his spectacles and slides them into his shirt pocket.

How old is this man?! He said he’s been teaching this class for 14 years, when do professors start their teaching careers? How did I never see him before now roaming campus? Is his age the reason he ate pussy like a master?

I shake my head, cursing my horny brain.

Peeta opens a door I have no idea how we came across, and then stands aside, gesturing for me to go in first.

I duck my head and step into a warmly decorated office, with a small desk and two chairs in the middle of the room. Bookshelves full of tomes line the office. A handful of pictures and framed diplomas hang from the only available wall space in the room, but I don’t get to study them before he catches my undivided attention.

“Let me start by apologizing,” Peeta stars, closing the door behind himself, “I assure you, it wasn’t my intention to cause you any stress, or embarrassment out there.” He pauses, “Would you like to sit?” He offers, wincing. He doesn’t wait and steps around me, to pace on the other side of his desk, “I… um, never been in this position before,” he scowls, “I’m not sure what assurances I can offer at the moment, except, that I will start the process to recuse myself from this class immediately, to not interfere with your academic—“

“Recuse yourself?” I cut him off, “what do you mean?”

Peeta squirms a little, and sits down heavily on his chair. My bag slides off my shoulder, and I just dump it in the empty chair I was offered a moment ago.

“Well, Miss Everdeen, it’s the right thing to do, given our circumstances. We’ve breached the appropriate boundaries of our pupil and teacher positions, and staying in the same class together will put you at a disadvantage… is a power imbalance situation, that calls for action.”

“Can you stop calling me ‘Miss Everdeen’? It’s weird…”

“I’m just trying to maintain an acceptable level of decorum between us,” he says sheepishly.

“That ship has already sailed,” I say tiredly.

“Perhaps, but it’s my responsibility to still try,” he rubs his forehead. “Anyway, I’ll call my department and see what is next. Stepping down myself is the only fair solution I see so far… it would be terribly unfair to ask you to switch classes. Simply disrespectful, but we both can agree this uncomfortable situation needs to be nipped in the bud, for both our sakes, Miss Everdeen.”

“This is bullshit!” I snap, “What happened in that club, isn’t that terrible of a problem! What we really need to do is stop acting so stiffly and guilty. By the way, you sound like a walking thesaurus!” I accuse, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he called my name at the lecture hall. “Stop it!”

Peeta inhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Miss Everdeen, our actions last night may have been honest, and even innocent in nature, but they still carry consequences… unexpected ones, especially in light of the facts. And the facts are, that it would be unethical for me to remain in a position of authority over you. In any case… if you feel the need to report me to the school administration, for… harassment or inappropriate behavior or anything else, I won’t dispute any claims. I promise to distance myself from you and give you space so you can continue with your education without interference, in a safe environment.”

I grunt, “I’m not going to report you, because you didn’t do anything wrong. Sure, I thought you were a baker… I mean your story about your name, and that little loaf of bread embroidered into your shirt, I thought it was your uniform,” I shrug one shoulder.

“Sorry about that… I never meant to mislead you,” he says bashful.

I ignore him, “Either way, I was the one pulling you into that bathroom. I threw myself at you. I begged you to do things to me, and you just granted me my wishes…” like a sexy gentleman, “The sex is on me. I’m 26 years old, I’m not some bumbling teenager who hasn’t learned to take responsibility for her actions, so, please… stop trying to shield me, or protect me, or whatever it is you’re doing,” my arms flap around in frustration. I finally push my bag off the chair, and sink into it. “Look, Peeta—“

“Professor…” he corrects, frowning a little.

I roll my eyes, if he knew he’s just making it sound kinkier than it already is, he wouldn’t be so adamant about the freaking titles.

“Fine… Doctor Mellark,” I enunciate, pettily. “I specifically chose your class as my last English elective for two reasons. One: it’s exactly the amount of credits I need to graduate at the end of the semester. And two: it fits my schedule to a T, which is important, since I do have a full time job when I’m not a college student. So, I’m sure we can both be adults about this unfortunate situation, and simply forge on. There’s no need for you to recuse from teaching this class, and I have absolutely no intention of switching. We both can wear our big people britches, and pretend last night was a… what did you call it?” I wave my hands, as if the answer will materialize from thin air, “A vivid wet dream? And leave it at that!”

Peeta glares at me, looking aggravated for the first time since I met him. “It’ll be unethical to continue like everything is normal, Miss Everdeen.” Peeta argues, stubbornly.

“Nobody has to know about last night,” I say, exasperated, then a horrifying thought flashes in my mind, “Unless you bragged about it already!”

“No!” He straightens in his chair, looking offended, “I would never do something so vile,” He looks indignant, “plus, the fact still remains that something did happen last night, and I know about it! I can’t, in good faith, be your teacher.”

“Are you planning on showing me favoritism because you know what my pussy tastes like, Peeta?” I deadpan, “Or are you gonna blackmail me into doing it again?”

“Stop calling me Peeta!” He growls through his teeth, his very thick fingers clenching into fists on his armrests.

I blink at his reaction owlishly, realizing I’m truly pushing it this time.

“I’ve always prided myself on keeping my nose clean. Being a decent man and tutor. Never in 17 years of teaching have I slept with a co-ed, let alone a student in my own class.” He breathes deeply, then pins me to my chair, with those arresting blue eyes of his, burning with controlled anger, “I would never extort you or anyone for sexual favors, Katniss. While I don’t really want to lose my tenure or face other disciplinary actions from the school authorities, the one thing I truly don’t want to damage are my personal standards, and my self image.

“Katniss, I’m already biased when it comes to you. Being your professor won’t be exactly fair to anyone. I’m not saying I would give you A’s willy-nilly, nor that I would grade your papers any differently than I’d do your peers or that I’d be less critical of your work,”

“That’s reassuring,” I roll my eyes. “You’re telling me that if I bring you a shit essay, you might not be persuaded to let me redo it?”

He sighs, “I don’t know…” he scratches the back of his neck, “I’ll most likely hover over your desk a disproportionate amount of time compared to your classmates. There’s also a chance I’ll call on your name more often than the rest of them?”

“I still don’t hear one unscrupulous, wrong reason, why you can’t do your job, and teach this class.”

We sit there, staring at each other, at an impasse.

“Why are you so set on keeping me in that room, Miss Everdeen?” He asks, softly.

Finally, I relent, relaxing my tense shoulders, and exhaling tiredly. I raise my hands in defeat. “I don’t know, Peeta. Because I want to protect you, the same way you’re trying to protect me. But… recuse yourself if you have to. I still believe you’re a better man than your urges.”

Peeta relaxes in his chair too, “Thank you, Katniss.You didn’t have to say that, specially because you don’t know me. It still means a lot.”

I chew the inside of my lip, calculating stuff in my head. “You’re right, I don’t know you, but I consider myself an okay judge of character.” He opened this door, it’s time for me to walk through it, “Can I ask you some stuff?” I ask innocently.

Peeta arches his eyebrows. “Shoot,” he says.

“How old are you?”

“45. I’m sorry. I knew you were young last night… I just didn’t quite grasp just how young,” his eyes shift downwards, sheepish and uncomfortable.

“I’m an adult. I’ve been the head of my family for years. At this point, age is irrelevant for me.” I state, dismissively.

“What about your family?” He asks, tilting his head sideways.

It takes me a minute to answer. I cross my arms over my stomach, and exhale, “It’s been only Primrose and I for five years now. My mother had cancer. My father passed when I was eleven.” I rock in my chair, slightly, “That’s why my sister was being such a clingy bitch last night. She can’t bear to lose anyone else. Neither can I for that matter.”

Peeta leans forward on his desk. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Katniss.”

I sit back, feeling like a huge weight just got lifted off my shoulders. “It’s okay, really. I’m back in school, about to finish my last semester, Prim is doing great in university, the only debt we have right now is Prim’s car and my Target card… we are actually okay,” I smile, meekly at him.

“That’s… that’s good, Katniss. Admirable, really.”

“Peeta?” I start cautiously, “Would you really remove yourself from the class because of me?”

He looks me right in the eye, sincerity emanating fro his eyes. “Absolutely. Without hesitation. As soon as you leave, I’ll email my Head of Department, explaining my situation. Don’t worry, I won’t mention any names or details—“

I shake my head, vehemently.

Peeta squints, studying me cautiously, measuring me.

“Please… stay with me…”

Something in my tone catches his attention, and he eyes me curiously. “I’ve already told you why I can’t,” he says, almost soothingly.

I stand up. Go around my chair, and drop back down into it. I start shaking my leg nervously. “I had this feeling in my gut since last night. Like I lost something precious, I just couldn’t put a finger on it… I still can’t, to be honest. All I know, in my loins, is that I can’t let you step down from your position, and I sure as hell won’t walk away on you without figuring out what this…” I wiggle my fingers, pointing to the mouth of my stomach, “feeling is about.”

He stares at me.

I stand up again, and this time I just pace, to the wall with the pictures, and stare at a bunch of faces, too similar to Peeta’s not to be related to him somehow.

“I know I’m not making sense, but I just needed to say that.”

He watches me for a long beat, weighing his options no doubt, before answering, “I can’t be your teacher, Katniss…” he sighs, and rubs his forehead, “because I’m afraid seeing you every week, without being able to touch you will be absolute torture.”

“Really?” I bite my lip, giving him an open once over, not feeling one iota self conscious about. “How come?”

Peeta huffs, avoiding my eyes. “I’d be wondering what your breasts look like the whole time.” He confesses, flatly. “I didn’t get a chance to see them last night, and it kept me awake an indecent amount of time.” He twists his lips, “I’m gonna be pinning the whole semester, whether you’re in the classroom or not, craving the taste of your juices in my tongue, and worse of all, I’ll probably embarrass myself, giving me involuntary hard on’s just fantasizing about you.”

I practically prowl towards him. “You poor thing,” I coo, pouting. “Would you go home to masturbate on the soiled pair of panties I left behind on that dirty, bathroom floor?” I ask… more like, purr, really.

Peeta chuffs out an incredulous laugh, covering his face with both hands. He grunts, “Aw, fuck! That sounds so… it’s probably exactly what could happen. I’d try to stay professional in the classroom, but in the privacy of my home…” he chuckles weakly, shaking his head.

“What kind of fantasies are we entertaining here?” I ask, invested, and sit on the corner of his desk.

Peeta thins out his mouth, “Katniss… that’s a slippery slope you’re trying to climb,” he warns.

“Humor me?” I cajole.

He takes a stuttering breath. “I’ll bring you into this office, same way I did today, except I’ll rip your clothes off, throw you on the desk and take you hard and fast. From behind.”

I can’t stop a small sound at the back of my throat, nor the need to rub my thighs together.

I clear my throat, “I expect you’d want to fuck me on every surface in this office?”

Peeta pulls on the collar of his shirt, his face turning crimson, “And probably the lecture hall as well,” he adds conversationally.

I nod, scooting closer to where he sits. “I’m curious too you know. I didn’t get to see ‘any’ part of you naked. But my muscles still are deliciously sore from last night. A girl has to wonder… just how big a dick has to be to cause so much wreckage?”

It doesn’t take much effort at all to work him up. Peeta’s pants are tented in what looks like the most uncomfortable erection ever; he shifts in his chair to try and hide the effect my words have on him, yet, his hands remain folded on his lap, white knuckled with the effort of keeping himself in check. He’s really committed not to touch me while I’m still his student, but he rasps a question, full of concern.

“Did I hurt you?” His eyes search me, earnestly. “I’m sorry I was too rough, really,”

My heart gives a little somersault. “No, Peeta. You were pure perfection. I loved how you handled me.”

His lips twitch, and I’m amazed at how expressive his face is, even partially hidden under his near facial hair. “You said you were hungry last night before you got on your knees…” I murmur, “I think, next time I’ll return the favor,”

“Next time?”

I slide closer to him, but we both keep our hands to ourselves.

I lick my lips, resisting the urge to drop on my knees between his legs and gobble up his cock. I didn’t lie about wanting to see him in all his naked glory, but I can show the same level of restraint he does; I respect him for trying to keep a moral and ethical compass.

I smirk at him, slyly. “Are you sure you wanna abandon your post as my professor, now that my education is on the balance? We can wait a handful of months, Doctor Mellark… I promise not to tease you,” With that, I mean, I promise not to aggravate what could potentially be the worst case of blue balls in the history of slow burns.

Peeta hisses a mirthless chuckle, “You’re too much of a temptation, even if you don’t actively try teasing me, Katniss,”

I start playing with the end of my braided, dark hair. “You know what I’m most really looking forward to, from when I’m no longer your student?” I pose, shyly, “Going to that dinner you mentioned last night.” I shrug one shoulder. “I’ll let you buy me a stack of pancakes to celebrate my graduation. I’ll probably introduce you to my sister, Primrose… and we’d go from there… if you wanted to…”

Peeta smiles, disarmingly. “I’d love that too, Miss Everdeen.” He says quietly.

I let go of my braid, and hug myself, “Stay in the class?” I practically beg one last time. “We can do it, I know we can. We can have a platonic, completely innocent teacher-student relationship until I’m done with college,”

Peeta shakes his head. “We’ll see after I talk to my head of department. Who knows, maybe all the schedules are already locked in place, and I have no other choice but to stay put. There’s no guarantee a replacement is available for me.”

“We’ll make it work!” I say enthusiastically.

“Maybe…” he sighs, not entirely convinced.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. Time is running out, I gotta get to the pharmacy before my window of opportunity closes.

“Hey, Peeta… um, invasive, weird question?”

I wait for him to nod.

“Have you by any chance, have gotten a vasectomy at any point?”

“Mmm no, never had. Why?”

Aw shit!

I bite the inside of my cheek. “Hopefully no reason.” I say quickly, too nonchalant for my own good, and he catches on it, I can see the gears turning in his brain, “Okay,” I make a big show of yawning and stretching my arms, “I have to run some errands before going home and crashing for the night.”

Peeta cringes, “Are you… okay? Really, okay? You said you were sore?” His eyes rove over my face full of concern.

“I’m fine,” I smile, “nothing a long soaking in Epsom salts can’t cure.”

“Okay,” he says, unsure. “I don’t want to overstep any worse than I already have, but… I’ve been anxious, wondering if you were alright, if you got home fine to your sister since you left the club. Which, obviously you did… but, I wanted to kick myself for not asking your number, just to be able to check on you… and this is frown upon, a d completely unethical, but—“

“I’ll email you,” I say quickly. “Nothing explicit. But I’ll let you know I’m home and okay.” I’ve spoken to people in code before, this shouldn’t be a problem, and really, sending my professor an email with a time stamp and some innocuous question about the syllabus doesn’t have to be nefarious at all.

“Alright… Just let me know if there’s anything wrong, okay? I swear this won’t become a routine thing or anything, just this time, to give me peace of mind, and because it is late… and well, yesterday…”

“It’s fine, professor. I don’t mind. And… everything will work out,” I say shouldering my bag and pocketing my phone, “everything will work out, even if my Plan B doesn’t,” I smile and scurry out the door, before the puzzlement in his face has time to settle.

After all, a semester is only 15 weeks long, give or take… that’s plenty of time to figure things out.

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winter-fox-queen · 3 years ago

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Fire Meet Gasoline: Only Smoke is Left

Dang. You mean I don’t have an excuse to watch the video twenty more times? In a row?

Here it is…the final chapter! Then tomorrow, the Epilogue…I‘ll prep it to come out about now.

Murder! Angst! Arson! Cursing! Basically, the usual stuff. I also will start playing fast and loose with how some things work because I am self indulgent and I want to be able to say I am done.

Using lyrics for the chapter titles was super fun...the song really is quite good.

The plan, originally, was to just get out with the diamonds.

You send Ezra away, You give him the keys to the school, you explain where the diamonds are and how best to get them. Ezra looks at you, nodding seriously, no whimsy left.

“I know how to contact the thief I told you about. He’ll help us sell them. You’ll pack? While I’m gone?”

And you said yes, but there was an edge to it, an uncertainty. The yes was almost a lie. He pulled you to him, kissed you stupid, and looked into your eyes. “I will be back.”

“I know,” you said. And like the yes, there is that edge of uncertainty.

You watch him get into his truck, and you watch him go. He stops, at the bend of the driveway, and you think, for a second, that maybe he’s looking back, back and up at you in the window, framed by white curtains, waiting like a bride.

And then he turns, and is gone.

You pull a couple of bags out of your closet. You stare at them, wide mouthed and empty, on the bed. You start to strip, realize these are your favorite jeans, so you fold them up, shove them into the bottom of one of the bags. There. You’ve started to pack. You ignore the newly cleaned and loaded gun Ezra had placed on the dresser, with earnest instructions to keep it with you.

You don’t like the shirt, so you hang it on the doorknob, draw a bath.

He’ll either be back, or he won’t. If he doesn’t come back, it’s not like you lost something you’d had time to get used to owning. He’ll be back. He will.

You slide below the water, eyes closed, at that thought. A few beats later you rise back up, pushing your hair back, and when the trickling of the water settled you thought you heard something, a scratch, a thud, something, downstairs.

You hold your breath. Ears strain to pick up the sounds. Ezra? But according to the wall clock in the bathroom, it’s far too soon. Unless he changed his mind, forgot something?

There. Someone is downstairs. Walking. Carefully, but not with a great deal of stealth.

You slowly slip up onto the thick metal edge of the old tub, and sit, trying to make as little noise as possible as you slip your bra, abandoned on the floor next to the tub, back on. Your panties are next and you stand, dripping on the bath mat, listening at the door, then opening it so, so slowly. Step over the creaky board, put as little weight on the next board as possible, put full weight on the door sill of the bedroom. Reach carefully past the lamp and the jewelry box for the gun on the dresser.

Step back. Step back. Don’t try and shut the bedroom door, sometimes the hinges creak, but get behind it, towards the closet.

Step on a board that normally isn’t too noisy — old houses, all the floors creak — and stop, listening again. Silence upstairs, silence down as both of you stop and listen.

You can see outside now. Ezra’s truck is nowhere to be seen. Just your car, so whomever is down there, they came on foot, or hid their car.

The next sound makes you jump…someone’s grabbed the dish cabinet, it sounds like, tipped it over. China and crystal from generations of your family, smashing and shattering on the floor. You know the curved glass front is old, delicate, and you know the cabinet is probably ruined. You could be wrong, but it’s about the only thing that it could be. You pull on a bathrobe. Tie it.

The gun is heavy in your hand. Statistically, you tell yourself, the intruder usually shoots the victim with their own gun. That would be just great. Another crash, and you go down the stairs. You keep the gun low, wary.

Gary’s standing next to one of your bookcases, trying to push it over.

“It took me a long time to get those books arranged how I like them,” You said. “Rather you didn’t do that.”

“Where are they?”

Not, where is he? So little care for your brother?

“I don’t know what you want.”

“The diamonds. You grandmother hid a fortune in yellow diamonds in this house. I want to know where they are.”

“And here I thought all this time you wanted me for my mind.” Hysteria was bubbling up your abdomen, you swallow it. It’s acidic and insane and careless, and it makes your hand, clutching the gun low and behind your thigh, shake.

“I thought you’d let me move in with you…then I’d have all the time in the world to look. Then you decided I wasn’t good enough for you…so I decided to scare you. Make your life hell, and you’d leave. But no. You are so fucking stubborn.”

He starts to close the distance, you back up, the gun comes forward and you raise it with both hands, not holding it out away from yourself too much, you’d seen too many movies where gun got swiped away.

Gary sighs. “Lover boy give that to you? Does it even work?”

“I’d go before you found out first hand, but that’s just me.”

He laughs. “Your voice is shaking. You are all bravado and bad Lifetime TV right now. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take that gun you are shaking too hard to hold properly, and break your face with it. Then I’m going to have you open your phone so I can text lover boy, who I’ll shoot when he comes running. If he’s lucky, he’ll die right away. If not, he can lay there bleeding to death while you and I…”

You took a breath, aimed, shot him.

He fell down, sprawling, still very much alive, trying to recover his feet, and you thought, I should run.

But instead, you shot him again, a couple of times, and then waited, until the light faded from his eyes.

And then you launched into action. You washed your hands carefully, checked for blood but you’d avoided most of it.

You grabbed a box and packed things you couldn’t leave. Photo albums. Some books. Things of your mother’s and your grandmothers. You placed them next to your car, hoping Ezra would see them and go ahead and put them in the back of his truck when he got there.

God, please, let him get there. By now, he’d probably be done with the school, on his way to the bowling alley to grab some things of his own.

You grab the necklace and throw it in the bag as you head back out with the last of your things, and you stop. Look at the sprawled body on the rug…and you think…I never realized that Gary is about the same shape as Ezra. Roughly the same build. Probably the same height. Not as broad in the shoulders as Ezra, but who would notice that?

It takes time, to make yourself step close enough to rifle through his pockets. Take off that damned high school ring he loved so much, the tie pin, and with shaking hands slip them into the side pocket of your bag. You spread the contents of the wallet out neatly. Keep the bills. You’ve stopped trying to be a saint, and everything right now is about survival.

In the barn, there’s two large gas tanks, kept for a busted generator you never got around to repairing.

You stare at them for much longer than you should. It’s the only way. Cry later. You tell yourself, and grab them, and go back to the house. You douse Gary and his id cards. Douse the bedroom where you made love to Ezra, figuring most of his DNA would be there. You avoid the books, even though you know they are going to go like tinder.

There are matches in the kitchen. You can hear the truck coming up the driveway, and you look around. You can almost see your mother, stirring something on the stove, gently lecturing grandmother, who is smoking yet another cigarette, reading the paper in the most scandalous tones, trying to make it interesting. You throw your robe over Gary’s dead body, pull on a black trench coat from the closet.

You go, and you strike the match, and you throw it. It sizzles and pops, so you do another, and this one catches. Another match goes right on the ID cards, and the plastic flares and beds and melts.

No more last looks, you walk out the door. Ezra is leaning against the truck, his mouth a little agape, concern easy to see in the flickering light from the funeral pyre of your life.

You wrap your arms around him, and he holds you tight, unable to rip his eyes away. “What have you done, pearl?”

“What I had to do,” you say. “What I had to do.”

“It’s going to be alright. Let’s get in the truck, get out of here before the fire department shows up.”

He wraps you up in the passenger seat, all gentle words and kind hands, then gets in on the other side. You can’t look back at the house. You should. But you can;t, as you heard its bones break and the roof fall. You’re shaking, and even though Ezra turns up the heat with one hand while bumping down a side road trying to sneak out the back way, you can’t seem to get warm.

He only leaves your side to open the farm gate, and you watch him with a pick lock in the old Mason lock, then open the gate. You slide over and drive the truck through, your hands numb, but you know you both have to get going, get away.

He locks the lock again, wipes it all down with his shirt, and gets back in. You move exactly as far as you need to to burrow under his arm.

“You need both hands to drive.” Your voice sounds a hundred years old.

“I’ll take it back when I need it, sweetheart. Right now we are just going to drive at a safe but adequate speed, OK? Just mosey down these backroads, get out without attracting any undue attention.”

You tell him bits and pieces, as he sticks to the back roads. There is no moon, you almost feel like you are in a cocoon of nothingness.

Ezra grounds you, his hand warm on your back, his voice gentle, reassuring. “Of course I still love you,” he says. “You did what you had to…” he reassures. “I’m proud of you for protecting yourself. You’re free, now.”

“Am I?” You whisper.

“Yes. We were both forced to do things we did not want to. A man’s life is no small thing…our lives are no small things. But they’d take them, they’d torture you without a care, and for what?”

“Promise me something?”

“Everything, my Pearl.”

“You’ll never stop saying that.”

He kisses your head. “I promise.”

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poeticaddiction · 5 years ago

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Part 2 (Part 3 will come tomorrow)

You were standing in front of Chris apartment holding a bottle of wine in your hand. Your mother once said it would be rude to visit someone and not bring a gift and because Chris liked this one you got it.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second trying to clear your mind. This was the last time you would be having dinner with Chris. Today you would talk about everything and finally quit things forever.

Your hand moved to the bell and as soon as the sound filled your ear you heard Chris dog Dodger barking loudly.

,,Okay Buddy I know you‘re exited but relax.“

Chris voice appeared from behind the door as he opened it and held Dodger by his collar so that he would not start to jump on you.

,,I would let him go but I think he‘s going to make you fall to the ground.“

,,I think I can handle it. Just take the wine so the bottle won‘t break.“

You handed Chris the bottle and as soon as he let go of Dodgers collar you kneeled down and let him lick your face and show you how happy he was to see you again.

,,Awww where is my good boy. I missed you so much. I got something for you but don‘t tell Chris.“

You put your hand into your pocket and pulled out some treats which you handed Dodger. He happily grabbed them and walked over to another room to eat them peacefully.

,,You still carry treats around with you and your pocket?“

Chris asked with a chuckle as he walked behind you and grabbed your coat to put it on the hook.

,,Of course I do. You never know if you‘re going to meet a dog or not.“

You followed Chris to the dining room where he had everything set up already. The candles were lit and slow music was playing quietly in the background.

Whenever you and Chris had a date he would go over board and do the best he could to give you an amazing evening. All the memories were going through your brain and you felt your throat tighten.

It was this weird feeling when your body was getting ready to cry but Chris pulled you out of your thought by pulling the chair back so you could sit down.

,,I decided to cook some spaghetti. I mean since it‘s one of your favorites.“

He poured in some wine into your glass and put a portion of food on your plate before he sat down on his chair and watched you stare at your food.

,,Is everything okay Y/N?“

,,Huh?...yes. It just smells really delicious.“

,,Well then let’s dig in. I made more if this is not enough.“

The two of you started to eat as you listened to him talk about his last acting job where he stared in the movie ,,Knives out“

,,Have you seen it?“ Chris asked as you looked up from your plate and looked into his hopeful eyes. To be honest you did not see it but not because you were not interested but because you did not wanted to see his face for 2 hours.

,,Uhm..yeah. Yeah I did. It was good. You did a great job Chris.“

,,Y/N I don‘t know what feels more worse right now. You lying to me that you saw the movie when you actually didn‘t or you being so distant although you said we would have one last normal evening.“

You felt your hand go numb for some reason and a strange feeling starting to form in your whole body. Chris confronting you about your behavior was just something you did not want to address actually.

,,Chris do you really think I can talk to you normally like nothing happened?! We broke up after having a relationship for 4 years. I thought we would get married one day. I thought we would have a family one day. I really wanted to make this work but because one stupid fight and us being way to stubborn we decided to quit everything. Do you know how much it hurts to see you on tv or people asking me about you everything I walk outside?!“

Chris watched the tears stream down your face but did not say anything. He was completely speechless and did not know what to do.

,,I can‘t do this. I‘m sorry. It was a stupid idea to come here.“

You stood up from your chair and wanted to leave but Chris voice stopped you. You turned around and saw him walking slowly towards you.

,,You need to see this. I‘ll be back in a second.“

He walked to his bedroom and after being there for a few minutes he came back and handed you a small purple box.

,,What is this?“

,,Open it.“

You did as he said and as you opened it you saw a beautiful ring that was sitting there in the light purple cushion. It was the ring you showed Scott jokingly when the two of you went shopping saying that this would be the perfect engagement ring.

,,I got it 2 weeks before we broke up. I had everything planned but after I saw how unhappy you were with our current situation I figured it would be better to let you go. I thought that it would be the best for you although it killed me inside.“

He was now standing in front of you as you raised your head and looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

,,Y/N there was not a single second where I stopped loving you. I‘m so sorry for everything and I can‘t promise that we will never argue again but I can promise that I will be there for you. You just need to say it and I will be there....but if you don‘t want to anymore I can totally understand it..I just want you to take that ring because it always belonged to you.“

Your hands were shaking as you closed the box and pressed it against Chris chest, stepping back and taking your coat from the hook.

,,I..I don‘t know what to think or what to say...I‘m sorry.“

Without looking at him you left the apartment while the tears kept streaming down your face.

Is was all to much for you right now.

Part 3 will come tomorrow.

#chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans x you #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #chris evans imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut

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ecofinisher · 4 years ago

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¡Vamos a España! - Chap 16

Chapter 16

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/74147223

https://www.wattpad.com/1041526358-%C2%A1vamos-a-espa%C3%B1a-chapter-16

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13819897/16/Vamos-a-Espa%C3%B1a

Three days later Rollan, his friends, and a few other students sat in the carriage approaching the harbor of Alicante.

„Two days off, what a relief,“ Pastor commented leaned against the board of the carriage. „My endurance isn‘t quite good for this moment. I need to work more on it, than anything else so far,“

„I believe I have the same issue as you. Rollan luckily is the opposite,“ Marina pointed out. „His endurance is great, his weakness is the focus during the parkour,“

„Indeed,“ Rollan agreed. „I will have to work on that,“

„Next week is a new week. We‘ll do it better,“ The boy assured earning a nod from Rollan and Marina.

„What are you going to do during those two days?“

„I don‘t know,“ Pastor answered. „I‘m someone who plans at the day,“

„What about you, Rollan?“ Questioned Marina making Rollan shrug his shoulders,

„For now on, I thought about staying back with those….cubs of my friend,“ Rollan responded. „Eventually I can help out my mother at home with something,“

„Hey in case you don‘t want to be alone, you can find me at the harbor near the fish market. Most of the time, if not ask my mom and she tells you where I might be,“ Pastor offered earning a nod from Rollan.

„Sure I‘ll see how my day will go tomorrow,“ Rollan mentioned earning a nod from the boy. One of the men inside the carriage pointed up at the sky at a black bird, then Marina looked up out of curiosity and smiled at recognizing the bird.

„Hey, do you guys see that?“ Marina asked earning a nod from Pastor, while Rollan squinted his eyes to recognize the animal. „That‘s a common swift,“

„No, that‘s a bird,“ Pastor commented making Marina stare dumbfounded at Pastor‘s comment.

„Are you serious?“ Marina asked the raven-haired boy, then the bird got closer to their carriage, flapping in front of Rollan and Marina, then Marina noticed on the leg of the bird a letter and she pointed at it.

„That‘s a message bird, I think,“ Marina commented, then Rollan watched the bird land on his lap and Rollan tried to take the paper roll carefully out from the bird‘s leg and opened it.

„It‘s from Gerda,“ Rollan mentioned with a big smile, then Marina leaned her head to glimpse into Rollan‘s letter.

„Dear Rollan. How is the flight going? I hope it‘s going well. Look Orm just passed a few days ago by our house asking for Arrog‘s sons and we assumed they might have gotten into your zeppelin too. If they‘re really around can you confirm this and make sure they‘re okay until Alfida or Orm gets the chance to follow you? Thank you in advance and take good care of yourself. Make sure Luta gets to eat and drink too. Bread would be ideal for her as long as you have it available…..XXX Gerda,“

„They already know about them,“ Rollan said, then rolled back the sheet. „That‘s great for now,“

„Is the letter about those three dogs you mentioned the other day at your home?“ Questioned Marina earning a nod from the Spaniard.

„Yes, I believe they will come to get them at some point when it‘s possible. Until there, they asked me if I could take care of them,“

„You‘ve been doing that already as we saw,“

„Yeah, if something happens to them it‘s bad or worse if they‘re kidnapped or anything,“

„If you want, we can be with you and take care of them?“ Marina offered making Rollan smile, but he refused the offer.

„Thank you, but it‘s fine for now,“

„If you say so,“ Marina responded, then Pastor placed his hand on Marina‘s shoulder to remember her to not continue trying to change his mind.

„I think after I arrive I will answer Gerda‘s letter and or before that I will entertain those little rascals for a while,“ Rollan joked making Marina giggle.

„The way you talk tells me they‘re in a better custody,“

„I have played already a few times before with them as I was with Gerda at their family‘s house. They know me fine,“ Rollan recounted.

„We‘re here, man,“ Pastor mentioned earning a smile from Rollan, which jumped down the carriage, then waved at the two friends.

„See you soon,“ Rollan wished, then watched the swift fly around the carriage and land on his head, making Pastor snicker.

„Be careful, he could let his food on your head. If you know what I mean,“

„Don‘t worry,“ Rollan assured holding his hand on his head, then the swift got on his hand and Rollan got into his house, then encountered Luta running behind Ivan, which was wrapped up in a towel making Rollan look questioningly at the two.

„Mama! Llegué!“ Rollan said loud, then he saw Ivan ran back along with Luta pursuing him and he went down on his knees to pick up the troll. „What‘s happening?“ Rollan asked, then Luta widened her eyes as she saw the swift on Rollan‘s shoulder and jumped against the bird, which took off and flew across the house flying up to the second floor. „Luta, stop!“ Rollan ordered, then ran stairs up and encountered the door of the bathroom open, showing his mother giving the young and the middle troll sibling a bath. „Why are you bathing them?“ Questioned Rollan entering into the bathroom and went down on his knees and placed Ivan down on the ground.

„Put him into the bathtub. He hasn‘t finished the bath,“ Leticia mentioned placing her hand under Ivan‘s butt, then Rollan helped her and held his hand inside the tub to held both cubs in it. „The light-brown one behaves very well, besides the other two.

„Okay, I take Ivan and you take his brother,“ Rollan offered beginning to scrub the cub‘s belly with his fingers making him laugh. „Don‘t worry, if you remain quiet, you‘ll be out of here in no time,“ Rollan looked at Leonid, which was playing with the foam, then Rollan placed his free hand behind the cub pulling him closer to the younger brother, then tried to scrub Leonid by only using his one free hand. Leonid began to laugh and splashed with his fists on the water spattering it over Rollan‘s face.

„Careful, my eyes were open,“ Rollan warned making the cub chuckle, then he moved his arm back to the troll, whose name Rollan wasn‘t aware of yet. „Okay I better take only care of you, then I‘ll deal with your brother as I see you‘re no fan of water,“

„I‘m done with one,“ Leticia warned picking up a towel, then helped the troll out and began to dry him with a towel.

„I will take care of the last two,“ Rollan mentioned, then the cub jumped at Rollan‘s arms making him wet due to the dampness on the fur. „Hey!“

The trolls giggled at what happened to Rollan, then he grabbed the hand towel, that hung on the door of the bathroom to dry the chubby cub.

„I will get another towel,“ Leticia mentioned earning a nod from Rollan, which moved on to Leonid to help him bathe.

„Come, now let me take care of your head and your back,“ The Spaniard announced scrubbing his back giving the troll joy, afterward he moved up to the head and massaged it gently making the troll groan with joy. „See, it‘s not so bad, right?“ Asked the raven-haired boy, then up on his shoulder appeared Luta holding the message from Gerda, that Rollan received before and Rollan nodded.

„Thanks Luta. Later on, I will reply to Gerda‘s message. I want to take more time for it,“

Leticia came back with two towels and handed one out to her son, which he placed on the ground, then picked Leonid out, sitting him on the towel, and used it to dry the cub‘s fur.

„Have you let that bird in into the house?“ Questioned Leticia earning a nod from the Spaniard.

„That‘s the message bird, that delivered me a message from Gerda. I‘m going to answer that later on,“ Rollan explained. „Luckily they‘re aware the three troll Princes have left unexpectedly behind me and may send Alfida or their cousin Orm back here to get them home,“

„That means they will soon get back home?“

„Si,“ Confirmed Rollan. „I do like to take care of them, but at the moment this is not the best moment for us,“

„Si…..Hijo, have you planned to go out tomorrow somewhere?“ Questioned Leticia making Rollan shrug his shoulder.

„No, I planned to stay back with the trolls. Why?“

„My old friend Mina asked me if I was interested to work during Saturday and Sunday at the fish market, as long as more people keep visiting the fish market for shopping. I had agreed on coming, so I could also earn something besides of what I get from my pension,“

„Okay, then as long as the cubs are here I‘ll be home,“ Rollan commented wrapping Leonid up inside the towel, then he made his way back to his bedroom and sat down in front of a small table sitting Leonid beside him and moved Gerda‘s letter around and picked up a pencil to write a response.

„Dear Gerda. I‘ve encountered the triplets inside the zeppelin around the evening and took them with me to my mama‘s home. You don‘t need to worry about them, they‘re safe with me for now. At the moment, I‘ve joined a guard formation academy, which was offered by the King of Spain and during the first weeks I‘m receiving during the formation 100 pesetas, which is probably like 100 Dinar, for now on a good start for me to help out mama,“ Rollan wrote down, then looked at Leonid wondering, what he should write on the letter, then Luta looked at Rollan‘s letter and jumped at the bed to bring him the picture of Gerda. „Yeah, I know the letter could have more in it…... I‘m….Wait……….How are you doing, Gerda? Are you doing well at Freya‘s library? What about your family?,“ Rollan wrote down while reading it out loud for the weasel. „How does this sound?“ Questioned Rollan earning a nod from the weasel, then she pointed at Rollan and back to Gerda‘s image. „Uh I can‘t follow you,“

Luta pointed out of the window, then grabbed Rollan‘s pencil and used it to fence with the air, while Rollan pondered about what the weasel was trying to say.

„I think I know, what you mean,“ Rollan said picking the pencil to get back into writing- „So far, I‘m fine at the formation academy. I made two friends, which tried during this week to support me as two others were trying to take me down to give up. But I remembered my mother and you, that I‘m doing this to help mama out of her debts. The moment I thought about you during this time was when I needed advice and I knew more or less, what you would say. Personally or per message, it would have been better for me, but as long as Luta is here, mama and my two new friends, it‘s bearable. Today it was way better, than the first two days and hopefully, it will get better in the future,“ Luta nodded as she looked over the text of Rollan, then pondered about what Rollan could add to the text, then she glanced up at the boy, which looked around the room and noticed Ivan and his younger brother on the ground rolling around on the towel. „The troll Princes haven‘t been a trouble so far. I and mama could manage to entertain with the minor things we‘ve got for them in our house. It‘s not easy to entertain them at some point alone when you‘re out of ideas and as long as they‘re magical beings and no one around the location is familiar with them, I‘m afraid to introduce them to anyone, even the new friends I made. It would perhaps be safer if someone would come as soon as possible to take them home or to be present for a few days until they can go home. You know I will do my best to keep them in safety, but I‘m afraid when they‘re alone with my mother something happens and I‘m not around to help……..I hope to see you again when the time is right. Te extraño mucho. With lots of love, Rollan,“ Rollan finished, then added a few crosses under his name. „So this is now my letter to her…...„Dear Gerda. I‘ve encountered the triplets inside the zeppelin around the evening and took them with me to my mama‘s home. You don‘t need to worry about them, they‘re safe with me for now. At the moment, I‘ve joined a guard formation academy, which was offered by the King of Spain and during the first weeks, I‘m receiving during the formation 100 pesetas, which is probably like 100 Dinar. From now on I had a good start to help out mama.

How are you doing, Gerda? Are you doing well at Freya‘s library? What about your family? So far, I‘m fine at the formation academy. I made two friends, which tried during this week to support me as two others were trying to take me down to give up. But I remembered my mother and you, that I‘m doing this to help mama out of her debts. The moments I thought about you during this time was when I needed advice and I knew more or less, what you would say. Personally or per message, it would have been better for me, but as long as Luta is here, mama and my two new friends, it‘s bearable. Today it was way better, than the first two days and hopefully, it will get better in the future. The troll Princes haven‘t been a trouble so far. I and mama could manage to entertain with the minor things we‘ve got for them in our house. It‘s not easy to entertain them at some point alone when you‘re out of ideas and as long as they‘re magical beings and no one around the location is familiar with them, I‘m afraid to introduce them to anyone, even the new friends I made. It would perhaps be safer if someone would come as soon as possible to take them home or to be present for a few days until they can go home. You know I will do my best to keep them in safety, but I‘m afraid when they‘re alone with my mother something happens and I‘m not around to help. I hope to see you again when the time is right. Te extraño mucho. With lots of love, Rollan,”

Luta nodded at Rollan’s letter then she licked her paw and placed it next to Rollan’s name to mark her paw on it making Rollan smile. “Good idea,” Rollan got up and walked to the window to see the swift pick on the ledge on small ants, which were walking up at the board attached to the wall. “Oh you will encounter there a lot of ants, my friend,” Rollan mentioned watching the bird fly a few centimeters away at the green leaves growing on the wall of the house and stuck his head inside the leaves searching for food. Rollan looked down at the cubs, which were wrapped in the towel, shivering a little and Rollan got down, then placed his hand on Ivan, then began to rib with his hands on the towel to warm the cub up, which smiled and leaned his head back to gaze up at Rollan, which smiled enamored at the emerald-green eyes of the cubs.

“Aww you really got the eyes of your mother…….your mom is the one with the green eyes, right?” Rollan asked making the cub chuckle. Leonid walked with the towel on his back and jumped at Rollan’s shoulder, pushing him on the shirt’s lapel hoping to get the same treatment his older brother was getting. “You know what? Just get into the middle of my legs with the cloth and I try to warm you all at the same time,” Rollan offered watching Leonid jump down, landing on Rollan’s taille causing him to yelp under his breath as the cub had hurt him on his private location. Leonid looked up at Rollan tilting his head, then Rollan faked a smile to hide his pain and watched the light-brown cub sit beside his brothers, therefore Rollan wrapped his arms half around the pets, then began to rib with their towels against the cubs slowly making them stop shivering from cold.

On the airship of Alifda, she stood at the front of the ship looking down at the landscape under it together with Orm analyzing on their map the location they were passing above.

„This is exactly the location I believed we were flying above. Brittany. After a few miles, we will see the ocean again and you will just have to follow the needle to the south until we see land again, which is most likely to happen tomorrow at some point,“ Explained Alfida making the troll nod.

„Understood,“ Orm responded.

„Are you sure you don‘t want to switch or even Gerda?“ Alfida asked making Orm shake his head.

„I‘m fine. Gerda so far hasn't said anything else, but you still can ask her. I have the feeling something is bothering her,“ Orm suggested earning a nod from the raven-haired girl, then both walked along the ship to find Kai steering the boat while Gerda watched over the landscape under their ship. Alfida leaned herself next to the girl to take a look down at the ground too, waiting for Gerda to eventually speak.

„You have been very quiet today. Are you okay?“ Alfida asked earning a nod from Gerda.

„I‘m a little seasick, that‘s all,“ Gerda responded.

„We‘re not even on the ocean, how is that possible?“ Alfida asked making Gerda shrug her shoulders. „What did you eat?“

„The raw fish Kai tried to prepare for us all,“ Gerda explained making Alfida snort.

„What you really ate it?“ Alfida asked surprised earning a nod from the blonde.

„You didn‘t?“ Gerda asked curious at Alfida‘s comment.

„One thing I learned on the high seas is, that not everyone is capable to handle fish, mostly newbies. Sure Kai did a good job, but just remember raw fish can be really bad to someone if not dealt with cautiousness hygiene and all. I still admit most of us pirates aren‘t the most hygienic people in the world, but we knew that we should handle raw fish with care,“

„Oh,“

„This is why most of the times we grilled the fish. The other times the only person focused on preparing raw fish was my mother, yet it didn‘t always pass perfectly throughout everyone‘s stomach,“

„But how did you not eat the fish?“ Gerda asked, then she rolled her eyes at Orm, which was looking at the glass window of the cabin, and used one of his claws on the finger to sratch out a bit of pink flesh out of his teeth.

„He ate the rest without Kai and you looking,“ Alfida mentioned.

„You girls are just rude. I ripped off my heart to make you this and you fed all that to Orm?“ Kai complained making Alfida chuckle.

„I prevented food-waste. Be happy at least about that,“ Alfida mentioned walking up at her boyfriend. „But please don‘t be mad at me, raw fishes is mostly done great by pros and none of us is a pro. You tried your best, but it didn‘t do well on your sister,“

„Weird it hasn‘t done to me anything yet,“ Kai mentioned making Alfida shrug her shoulders.

„Maybe her stomach is a little more sensitive than yours to different meals,“ Alifda mentioned watching Kai approach Gerda and place his hand on his older sister‘s back.

„Do you want to sit down?“ Kai asked making Gerda shrug her shoulders, then he helped her to sit down on the stairs and held his arm behind her back to pet her.

„I think we better follow the French coast in case we need to make an emergency stop,“ Alfida suggested. „Kai, Gerda won‘t take the night shift, you‘ll stay with her and see if she gets better,“

„We better stay here on the outside for her to be able to get fresh air,“ Kai mentioned, then Gerda got up and walked at the wall covering her mouth to prevent her from throwing up.

„Don‘t cover your mouth, just let it go!“ Alfida warned the friend, then Orm and Kai approached Gerda and Kai pulled Gerda‘s hair away and the girl began to throw out off board.

„Eww that‘s nasty,“ Orm complained turning his nose away.

„Let it out, lassie,“ Alfida mentioned watching Gerda lean down on the board, as Kai was there for her and slowly patted the sister on the back.

„Will you make Gerda some tea?“ Kai asked earning a nod from Orm.

„Ginger or Camomille is ideal for nauseous,“ Alfida mentioned earning a thumb up from the troll, which walked at the cabin and entered into it to search for them on a shelf.

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The Guessing Game Part 2 (Dr. King Schultz fic)

Hope you are all doing well! It’s sequel time! This is the second part of the fic, read the first one or you’ll be lost.

(Link to the first part)

https://christophcalledbingo.tumblr.com/post/616560017298112512/the-guessing-game-dr-king-schultz-fic

(This is a bigger chapter btw, a bit more of 4k)

Hope you got the memes too hehe. There is teacher kink? There is teacher kink! Kids having class on Saturday? Yeah, it fits the narrative, don’t question the narrative!!! There is some anachronisms, this is a fic, don’t worry about it! A bit of relationship building and a bit of spice :) (I‘ll wait to use the big guns on the next part). WE GOT POVS EVERYONE (points of view).

Mentions of loss too.

It’s not that nsfw but it gets close so... idk, just enjoy.

Translations:

Himmel: Heaven

Bitte: please

Natürlich, ja!: Of course, yes!

Liebling: dear

Bastard: it’s the same in English but with a capital letter :)

Danke: Thank you.

CLARA’S POV:

I wake up to the sound of a rooster crowing, but I’m still too tired from yesterday’s little adventure, so I just go back to sleep-

“I’M A TEACHER!” I suddenly remember that I am an adult with adult responsibilities. I try to dress as fast as I can. However, my wrist still hurts and it takes longer than expected. I end up wearing a light-blue blouse and a long black skirt up to my knees. I put my caramel brown hair in a bun, grab my glasses, my shoes and my bag and I run to the school.

Our town is the most centrical of a lot of tiny communities, so the school is located here, and all the kids from the surrounding towns come here to learn from me!

I’m was running so late that I forgot to eat breakfast... Today is going to be a bad day. Just before I arrive to the building I see a carriage with a bouncy tooth on top of it. That must be King’s… He must have parked it here and then went off to sleep at the Inn, I don’t see him anywhere. However, I see a very friendly-looking horse that’s drinking some water. Just as I get close he salutes me.

“Good morning to you too!” I say, cheerfully. This must be King’s horse then. He looks like he has had nothing to eat since yesterday though…

I sprint towards the school building and I see everyone inside. As I expected, someone has left me an apple on the table. I grab it.

“Thank you, to whoever gave me this, I appreciate it, so much. However, there is someone who needs it more than I do. I’ll be right back!” I then sprint outside to, what I presume, King’s horse.

As he sees me arrive, he moves his head in a happy motion.

“Here you go boy, hope you like it. It looks very tasty indeed!” I smile and pat his head. I wonder what’s his name… “I’ll see you later, untitled horse.” And I go back to the school to give my lecture of the day.

KING’S POV:

I woke up quite early at the calling of a rooster. I’ve slept quite nicely… but I can’t get Clara out of my head, so unique and yet so intriguing. I hope I can find her today.

I leave the inn in a rush, no jacket, just my vest and my hat. I forgot Fritz’s dinner yesterday. He is going to be mad at me, I’m certain. Just as I arrive to the spot where I left him, I see that there is someone interacting with him. As they turn to pat Fritz, I see Clara. I try to call her, but she ends up not hearing me and running to the closest building.

“Sometimes I envy you, my dear friend… I wish that was me, a moment back there. To be the one she gets to pet so dearly.... I mean, not pet- just- just have a good lunch together and then maybe hold hands, and then...” I shouldn’t think that way, she is far too young and no interested at all… Nonetheless, curiosity gets the best of me and I look through the window of the closest building. Clara is writing something on a board in a beautiful cursive, and there is a room full of children that seem to be cherishing every instant.

“Ok, so today is ‘shifting book day’.” And every kid in the room just complains. “I know and I’m sorry. I know that you wanted new books, but I couldn’t aff… get my hands on any that were worth of your amazing taste! I’m so sorry, I’ll try to find some worthy books next week.” She seems to have economical issues, and I just caused her night job to close…

The kids shift the books with their friends as Clara looks at them with sadness. Just at that moment she takes notice of my presence. She gives me a very big smile and I smile back, then raises her hand, showing me one finger, and mouthing something on the ways of “Give me just a moment.” And I nod to let her know that I understand.

“Next class is going to be biology everyone, but before that we should all get a rest. Grab your snacks and we will resume the lesson in fifteen minutes.” All the kids cheer as they go outside. Then Clara makes a motion that lets me know that is ok for me to enter the building. As I enter however, I take notice of how beautiful she looks today, and I unwittingly smile .

“Hello you! Good morning! I knew that we were going to look for each other today, but I wasn’t expecting that you were to find me so soon!” Clara laughs and I think I just went to Himmel.

“It took longer than planned, where you hiding from me?”

“Me? I would never do that! Not from you that is.” She says ironically, as she puts her bandaged hand on her chest.

“Are you feeling better? Does the bandage hurt?”

“Oh, no, not at all. I guess… I guess it’s a little bit tight, but it’s supposed to be like that, isn’t it?”

“Indeed but, can I take a look? Just in case.”

“Yeah, sure, of course, do whatever you need to do…” I put on my glasses, grab her hand very gently and I start to examine the bandage.

CLARA’S POV:

Oh my- Why am I so flushed?! He touched my hand yesterday and I wasn’t so flushed! Is it the glasses? He does look very handsome with them- I SHOULDN’T THINK ABOUT THAT! He touches my hand very gently, putting one of his under mine for support, and he uses the other one to look for any weird marks of signs of excessive pressure.

“I don’t see any worrying marks, but if you want I can change the bandage now and loosen it up a bit.”

“Please… If it isn’t too much trouble, it’s difficult to write in a blackboard with the bandage so tight.”

“I’ll go to get what I need then, just a moment.”

As I see him get out of the building, I allow myself to drop on my chair and breathe. This man should know what is he able to do with such charms. However, I shouldn’t get my hopes up. He is going to leave in a couple of days and my heart will be broken for nothing… I don’t even know if there is a Mrs. Schultz in the first place?! I’m so dumb… Even if he didn’t have a wife, I’m sure he wouldn’t like to have anything with me… Just as my mind gets to that last thought he comes back, smiling like the cute dork he is.

“Give me your hand, bitte.” He says while sitting on the edge of my table, one leg hanging, one on the floor. (SIR! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I’M WEAK!) “This is not going to hurt, you don’t have to be so tense.” King comments, as if it was so easy! To calm my nerves I just try to distract myself with a little small talk, maybe I can kill two birds with one shot.

“So, King… I know you are leaving in a couple of days, but you seem to be a very interesting person” the most interesting person I’ve ever met, in fact “and I want to know you a little bit better. Is that ok?” He smiles so widely that I can see both of his rows of teeth.

“Natürlich, ja! But you have to tell me something about yourself as well, liebling.”

“It’s a deal then!”

“I wanted to ask you about this double life you seem to have…” King says and stops, maybe not knowing what to say next, perhaps thinking about how to phrase it. “Do you have money problems?” I am a bit scared of that question, but I can see where is coming from.

“I have…” I say with hesitation. “ However, my main job is this one, I take pride on being a teacher but the salary here is not the best, so I decided to look for another job.”

“That’s a very sacrificed thing to do… I admire you Clara.” I blush to that compliment and I joke a bit.

“You just met me so… Causing a first good impression: check.” I say while I make a ‘tick’ with my other hand.

“You caused the very best first impression, if you allow me to compliment you some more.”

“Just if I can compliment you as well...” I say and he chuckles.

“I am a bit shy, I like better to compliment than to be complimented actually…”

“That is because you have never been complimented by me!” I laugh and he flushes, a lot. “Did I say something…?”

“No, it’s fine… What is it that you wanted to ask?” He changes the subject, but I don’t forget that I will have to compliment him later, even if he combusts.

“I just wanted to know something about you… I just know that you are a bounty hunter and a dentist, that’s it.”

“Oh well, let me delight you with a German tale then…” he begins “I was born in Düsseldorf, you don’t need to know the year.” I chuckle “I practiced dentistry for some years, I got married-” I hold my breath… I knew it… “but” he pauses, looking extremely sad “she died a long time ago, of a fever.”

“King, I’m so so sorry…” I say, genuinely, tears forming in my eyes, I hate to see him this heartbroken.

“No worries dear, we Germans think positively about death. I still think about her a lot, but I know she is in a better place and that she wanted me to be happy.” He smiles a bit, but I can still see sadness in his eyes. So I smile back and put my other hand on his. “Well, after that, I moved to America with my brother, and we both became bounty hunters. We hated slavery and we wanted to do something about it.” I just gasp to give a bit of a dramatic effect and he laughs, but the sadness isn’t gone. “Sadly, my brother was killed while we tried to help a couple of slaves that were trying to get to the north…” I just stayed in silence, he knew what I wanted to say, my hand just stayed on his and squeezed it a bit, tears now rolling down my cheeks. “And now I travel from state to state collecting bounties. I think that’s it, for now…” He says, in an exhale.

“I wanted to complement you later, but allow me to do it now…”

“Clara, I-”

“Please…” He stays silent, and nods.

“I just wanted to say that…” I hold my breath a bit, trying not to cry, unsuccessfully. “You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met. I’ve just known you for a day and I realised instantly that no matter the issue, no matter the problem, you are there to help.” He lowers his head. “I appreciate you so much… and I’m so happy I got to meet you. I will thank the universe everyday for that.” He squeezes my hand, and then looks up. His eyes are shiny because of the tears forming.

“You were right… I just had to be complimented by you.” I smile. “Thank you, Liebling. I-”

As he is about to say something all the kids enter the room and stare at us with curious eyes, holding hands, looking each other in the eyes.

“Miss, is he your husband?” Says little Sheryl, and I just start to panic.

“NO, OF COURSE NOT!” King looks at me with a grin on his face and with a slight blush. “I mean- He is just a friend…” And then I got a mischievous idea “In fact! Dr. Schultz is a dentist that has come here today to explain you all about your teeth and how to take care of them.” As words come out from my mouth, King turns his head to look at me very slowly and in the end murmurs something like “I hate you” and I murmur back “No, you don’t” and I go sit down with the kids with a very big smile as King stays alone at the front of the class.

King starts to explain, he seems to be a little bit nervous, maybe he has never talked to children like this, the look in his face is priceless. As time passes he actually starts getting confident and explaining some interesting stuff I don’t know about. I get happy every time he looks at me and smiles. I try to cherish every bit of information that leaves his lips. I think I’m actually getting turned on by this…

“And I think that is all I have to teach you, Professor Valle, is there anything else I should say?” He gets me by surprise, as I was looking at his lips, but I stand up as quick as a spring.

“No, I think that’s it. Did you enjoy the lesson?” I say, looking at my students and they all nod or say “yes”. “Then that’s it for the day, remember to do your homework, on Monday I will be checking it.”

As the students leave I get close to King and he looks at me. We start talking at the same time.

“I-”

“You first.” He says.

“I want to thank you for this, and I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. I really enjoyed your lesson, I feel like I’ve learned a lot.” I say, still my eyes looking shyly at his lips.

“I was going to say that I really liked the experience. At first I was quite worried and cursing you a bit, but I ended up liking it.” My eyes turn to his.

“I’m very glad! You truly have a way with words…”

“Danke!” I quickly go back to where the students’ tables are, sit on one of them and raise my hand. “Yes? The pretty lady of the first row. What’s your question?” He said I’m pretty? Oh Lord… I’m actually quite hot and this isn’t helping so I unbutton the first three buttons of my blouse, he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Yes, I actually wanted to ask about the sensibility of the teeth. When I clean them, sometimes they bleed. Is that normal? Because I think is not…”

“It is actually quite normal. It is your gums that bleed, maybe you brush them too hard, but if you have not complained about it before, I guess that they aren’t inflamed. I could also take a look at them, if you want.”

“I couldn’t- I- I mean you have done so much for me and-” I stutter.

“It’s fine, really, it’s my job… well one of them.”

“Fine, but I will pay you.” And I stare so hard that I think he gets scared because he agrees to me paying him, even though I don’t have any money.

KING’S POV:

We arrive to my carriage and Clara goes directly towards Fritz.

“What’s his name? I’ve been wondering about it all day!” She says while petting Fritz, that lucky Bastard.

“His name is Fritz, and he is the most loyal companion one could ever ask for.”

“Awww! That’s so adorable! I love him, he’s so friendly!” Clara kisses Fritz’s head and I think I’m about to lose it.

I take out all the equipment to the alley, including the chair for the patients. I offer Clara the seat as if we were in a fancy restaurant.

“Oh, thank you so much. What a gentleman!” I smile a bit and then I get sad, thinking that this might be the only time I get to do this for her.

“Ok, let’s see if there is anything wrong in here.” I put some gloves, grab my tools and ask her to open her mouth, I suddenly freeze. Is that how she looks when-? King! Control yourself! You are a gentleman, she said so herself. I get a grip on myself and I start examining her mouth. She has pretty good teeth, not exactly white, but with signs that she sometimes smokes. it doesn’t seem frequent though. Also her inner cheeks have bite marks, she must be a pretty nervous person.

Just as I finish checking her mouth I take notice that three of her blouse buttons are open and... I can see her undergarment, it’s shiny and white, and a bit of her breasts… I try to breathe normally, but it is actually quite difficult…

CLARA’S POV:

Why is he breathing faster? The faster he breaths the quicker my heart gets… Suddenly I realise that I’m getting a bit cold on my chest and I see that I still have my blouse open… He- he is looking at my… I then take notice of his hair and beard moving a bit because of a slight breeze. He looks so sexy in that vest… I couldn’t bring myself to call him ‘sexy’ until now, but that is exactly what he is, he is even more than that.

I just get lost in his features, first his eyes, his nose, then his cheeks and finally his mouth. I stay there, looking at this pure ball of positivity. He seems to notice my eyes, wandering. King stays still, dentist tools still in my mouth, and returns the look. I feel his eyes looking not only at my face, but also my whole body. I feel exposed, but also safe. I want to be feel vulnerable, only if it’s him who makes me feel that way. He takes the tools out of my mouth, but we are still silent, looking at each other. The colours of his eyes are mixing into something darker, filled with what I can only infer is desire, and I can’t stop myself from biting my lower lip, trying to restrain the sounds that want to come out of me. He gets closer to my mouth, as if he is looking for something in it. Maybe something that makes sense, probably something that tells him to stop. However, before he retreats or changes his mind I push myself up from the chair a bit and kiss him. I can feel in his lips that there is a confrontation inside of him, but I just close my eyes, caress gently his face with my hands, and I try to tell him through my kiss that everything is ok. It takes a bit, but he gives up to it.

He grabs one of my cheeks with one hand, and the back of my head with the other and kisses me passionately. My hands go down to his neck and I can’t stop myself from grabbing his shirt collar with both hands, which makes him get closer. His beard and moustache tickle my face. I giggle into the kiss a bit and he lets go.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you? I shouldn’t have-”

“King! It’s ok. It was just your beard, it tickles a bit. I really want this…”

“Are you sure? I’m old and, and you are beautiful and-” My heart skips a bit. He is still on top of me but he is looking away. My hands go back to his cheeks and make him look at me.

“I really want this… I fact, I thought that you didn’t want it, that I wasn’t attractive enough...”

“Liebling… Listen. You are beautiful, no matter what. I am in fact attracted to you in a way I had never felt before, but I don’t want you to waste your time with someone like me…”

“I am more attracted to you than to anyone, ever. You have this magnetism that pulls me to you. Again, I’ve just known you for a day, but I can tell that you feel it too.”

“I do… guess what I want to do to you now…”

“I-”

Before the words leave my mouth, he takes them on his. He becomes and extension of my breath, wet and needy.

I can tell that he is getting tired of this position, so I push his chest backwards with one hand and stand from the chair and I lead him into the wall of the school building. My arms are on both sides of his head and he looks at me, not scared, just eager. So when I kiss him again he grabs my hips and shifts our positions. Now I am the one pushed against the wall. With both of his hands he grabs mine (not my wrists because of the injure) and pins me to the wall, with my arms of top of my head. King’s carriage is hiding us from the street, but I can still hear people walking and talking, not that far away from us. As the kiss gets even more passionate I open my mouth a bit. I try to hold a moan when he slides his tongue in, as if he knew what I was about to do, quieting me up. One of his hands leaves mine and goes directly to my ass, grabbing it tightly. An impulse makes me rise my leg up and put it on his back, which makes him be a lot closer to me. He is so close to me in fact, that I can feel a bulge starting to form in his pants. If I was getting wet earlier during the lesson, now I feel a river. With my free hand I grab King’s hair, his hat falling to the ground. As I mess with his hair our lips part. He takes advantage that my blouse is a bit open. His mouth goes to the spot where my neck joins my shoulder and starts kissing there. To repress a moan, my mouth goes to to his left ear and I start to bite his lobe. I can tell he is liking it because he starts to bite instead of kissing… this is going to leave a mark.

Just as King’s hand leaves my ass and starts to lift up my skirt we hear someone’s steps approaching, so we quickly separate, both sweaty and breathless.

“Miss Valle, I’m so sorry. I forgot my book on the table, could you please open the school?” A worried Sheryl pleads, she does not seem to notice how messy we look.

“Yeah, of course.” As I go to reunite with Sheryl to help her recover her book my eyes go back to look at him. King is getting his hat from the floor and smiling, once again, like the precious dork he is.

When I get back to King, he is trimming his moustache and I’m once again alone with him. He looks a bit disappointed and the air feels tense around him. However, I try my best to act calm and collected.

“I’m back, I’m so sorry for the interruption-” I cannot even finish, once again he is kissing me only this time he is much more gentle.

“Sheesh! I cannot restrain myself around you, can I?” King says, smirking. I cannot stop myself from laughing.

“You silver tongued devil you! You still haven’t invited me to a cup of joe!” I joke, and he laughs too.

“I don’t know what we are waiting for then.” He offers me his arm and suddenly I remember.

“King, the tavern is closed…” He stops, and looks at me very slowly.

“I… I forgot about that, sorry…”

“It’s ok, I also forgot but” I pause dramatically “I got some coffee at home, would you like to come in for a cup?”

“Just if I can kiss you all night long…”

“That is one of the requirements for you to enter my home again, don’t you worry, it was part of my plan.”

“Is there more to your plan, Liebich?” King asks, his eyes locked in mine.

“Why don’t you try to guess?”

#dr king schultz #christoph waltz #django unchained #fanfic

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jmeddows2 · 5 years ago

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Guaranteed to blow your mind (Roger Taylor smut)

Notes: Bear with me, this is my first ever smut. I’m sorry for mistakes and bad writing. English is not my first languages. Inaccuracies can occur concerning the band. (including Deaky joining Queen). I’m also planning on making more parts of this including sub!Roger. Let’s see how this goes :) Feedback is always appreciated, so I know how to improve my writing.. ALRIGHT let’s do it Summary: Felicity is a well known and experienced groupie. Roger a rock star on the rise. Words: 3.7k+

Warnings: cursing, sub!Roger smut: a tiny bit of edging, blowjob, unprotected sex

Felicity, also known as 'fizz Fliss' in the Rock N‘Roll scene always knew what she wanted. She knew it since the day she moved out from her parent’s home at the tender age of only 16 years old. School had never been one of her interests, instead she loved getting in trouble and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins.

Fliss had a big dream, as well as many fantasies. Being a groupie.

Chasing rockstars from city to city, spending the whole night in clubs, drinking, doing hard drugs and having the time of her life with the musician of the night afterwards. She followed bands and artists such as Led Zeppelin, The Who, David Bowie, Aerosmith and The Rolling Stones, just to name a few.

At only 20 years old, she had already made a name for herself. Everyone knew her. Women/ girls wanted to be like her, and men longed to spend a night with her. The 'groupie chasing rockstar scenario soon changed to the opposite. It was the most famous men in rock that all wanted a piece of her and they somehow always gave her a piece of themselves in the form of presents. There would not pass a day without a few parcels delivered to her doorstep, containing the latest fashion, lingerie, makeup, booze, sometimes just money. Most of the parcels had a long journey behind them, many hadmade its way all the way from America and Australia to her flat in London. Besides the adoration and money that was spent on her, Felicity was the muse of many songs that later went on to become classics. When you asked her about how she attracted the attention of all the musicians, she simply claimed that it was all about the glam rock inspired clothes she wore. Beside her well known reputation as groupie, she wasn’t just a typical groupie you’d fuck and chuck. Felicity was often photographed alongside other rock musicians for magazines and ads.

Summer of 1971

It was very hot day when Fliss stepped into the De Lane Lea Studios in London, to meet up with a band she’d been following since the beginning, which happened to be ‘The Who’. They’d been there to record their fifth studio album titled ‘Who’s Next’.

The room where the mixing board was situated was already filled with clouds of smoke, as she emerged and was quickly greeted with a hug.

“Ahh finally. Glad you could come. Missed you, love, how have you been?” Roger Daltrey, the lead singer greeted her with a quick peck on the cheek, while bassist John Entwistle beside them was just about to snort a line of cocaine from the tabletop, that was else covered in bottles of heavy alcohol. Glyn Johns, the producer had already been fiddling with some of the buttons on the mixing board, adding finishing touches to a record from a different band. It surprised her, knowing that Roger (D), John (E), Keith and Pete never liked sharing their studio time. They always used it to full extend, no matter what.

“you really thought I would miss the opportunity to watch you guys record, huh? I wouldn’t even think about it. besides, I wanted to personally thank Keith here” she was pointed her finger into the drummer’s direction “ for the beautiful necklace. It must have cost you a fortune.” she laughed, clasping the little diamond that graced her decollete and she approached the drummer to place herself in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“yeah it actually did, honey.. but you‘re totally fucking worth it” he replied with a smug smile on his face, caressing her cheek with one hand.

“now come on, baby” Keith fiddled with the pocket of his jacket, only to pull out a pack filled to the brim with white powder. Fliss was quick to realize his intentions, so she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her in a red lace bra, another precious present.

“fuck, see that‘s what I‘m talking about, baby” bringing his hand to lightly grope her breast

“I‘ll buy you 10 of those necklaces. No, I‘ll buy you anything you want, honey” he mumbled and managed to pour a line of the white gold onto the space between her breasts and rolled a 5-pound note to snort it from there. Keith didn‘t manage to catch all of the white powder at once, so he leant his head forward to lick the rest off and rub it on his gums. Their little get together was soon cut off by a loud thump as the door opened and 4 men stood there, totally caught off guard. 4 rather shocked faces. Newbies.

“seriously guys? Have you switched to male groupies now? “Fliss laughed sitting herself up in Keith’s lap, to get a better look of them.

The men at the door seemed really embarrassed, with their heads turning as red as a tomato, except for one guy with long, dark brown hair and high cheekbones. He managed to step forward: “sorry are we interrupting something here? We can come back later?!”

“no, no, come in it‘s alright. Suit yourself” Roger (D) invited the men in with a gesture towards the little table with booze, cigarettes, pills and cocaine.

“Fliss, baby, may I present to you, her majesty: Queen, they‘re new, have some potential AND they are here to record some stuff today” Pete chuckled and winked at her.

“oh really? And why haven‘t I heard of them yet?” she laughed while studying the men who were still stood by the door having not moved in the slightest. They seemed intimidated. It felt like a game for Felicity and hell, she loved to play. It was true, the band had only started to rehears songs for their first album a few months prior and received a little bit of recognition by playing rather small gigs. They were young, on the rise, seeking attention and where else could you get that from if not from one of London’s most iconic and definitely loudest rock bands of all time?

“hey hey, I know you. Fuck dear, no I adore you... you are Felicity? Living the dream, right? damn... I bet this was also a present” he winked pointing at her bra. “I‘m Freddie by the way” he took a few steps forward to shake her hand, then heading back to his band mates who still haven’t moved in the slightest..

“this is her Rog, the girl I told you about the other day” Freddie whispered to the blond-haired boy, gently nudging his side, he just nodded with flushed cheeks. His wavy, dirty blonde hair barely touched his shoulder and his bright blue eyes didn‘t quite know what to focus on, trying to play off the embarrassment. An awkward silence filled the room, until Freddie decided to plunge himself down next to Pete on one of the leather couches trying to lighten the mood.

“and the others? Do you also have any names? “Felicity stood up from Keith’s lap and made her way towards the men as they introduced themselves to her as Brian, Roger and Mike. Mike was Queen’s bass player at the time and was very soon after replaced by our precious Deaky.

As the tension and embarrassment settled, the "new boys" managed to get comfortable with a little booze. A magic recipe that always seemed to help loosen everyone up. Roger Daltrey was like the dad of the group, he didn’t take any hard drugs, just sleeping pills, but who didn’t? He also occasionally did a little pot. Roger Daltrey always felt the need to be the tough one, to look out for everyone. He had to, dealing with his bandmates which basically consisted of three addicts. Pete was an alcoholic, John (E) was an alcoholic. All three of them were doing speed and every other kind of drug you could imagine. Roger (D) never touched any cocaine, never had a try of it. He always felt responsible, as singing was his ‘instrument’ in the band and he felt like he would have never been able to master his skills while intoxicated. He tried to lead Fliss into another direction many times, away from her lifestyle, stating points that she would not have a future continuing like this, if she ever got out alive. He just wanted the best for all them, treating them like children of his own somehow.

“what’s it like, darling?” Freddie asked curiously, he took a sip from his vodka-soda. “I want to know the details, any weird sex habits out there in the world of Rock ‘N’Roll? Any new kinks to know about “he asked flashing his unique, bright teeth at her with a smile.

“Fred” Brian warned by shooting him a glare.

“Oh, come on Bri, stop acting as if you’re not interested in what this hot little thing here might have to spill” Freddie turned his attention back to Fliss. “besides I think my good friend Rog here also might be interested” Freddie pointed in his direction, but his blond friend was too occupied having a chat with Keith. It was obvious that one of his ears was always curiously listening to what she might have had to say. Roger’s eyes also betrayed him by stealing little glances, when he thought that she wasn’t looking.

“ok well... so sorry to disappoint you, but a lady never tells, but” she winked at Freddie and his eyes widened for more gossip as she continued.

“there’s loads of traveling, fine booze, the best cigarettes, expensive clothes and meals, you know the drill” she made a gesture at her body signaling great sex. “a real killer queen” Freddie smiled at her while pouring yet another glass for both of them and they clinked them together, getting lost in another conversation about antiques and all things expensive and glamorous. All of which Freddie admired. “Splendid! I already know we are going to get along perfectly, darling.”

Freddie moved on to talk to his own band mate Brian again, but the spot beside her on the couch was soon filled by Roger. He clutched his whiskey on the rocks in his hand and was quickly caught off guard.

-Aren’t you a little too young to drink, Roger? I mean how old are you? 16? 17??? - Fliss asked loud enough for the others to hear as she placed her feet onto his lap, resting them there, while the others started to laugh once they overheard her assumption.

“no...no I.. I‘m actually 22” he nervously stuttered.

“Hah I never thought to see the day that Rog can‘t get a word out to impress a girl” Freddie laughed, taking another sip from his alcoholic beverage.

“no wonder. He‘s probably starstruck, keeps all your pics from the newspapers in his bedside drawer, ever since Fred told him about you” Mike laughed loudly while Roger was getting slightly embarrassed and his cheeks turned pink. No, not embarrassed, he felt humiliated.

“oh, is that so Roger?” Fliss said as she got up with a G&T in her hand.

“don‘t mind, do ya Rog?” batting her eyelashes at him, he shook his head and she placed herself onto his lap. Once she was situated comfortably, she smiled at him.

“hi” threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “hi” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her touch burned into his skin and within seconds his semi could be slightly felt on her thigh. The effect she had on him made her want to play this game even more.

“oioioi, someone‘s gonna get lucky, huh?” Pete teased, making her playfully shake her head and roll her eyes. “And he might be the only one tonight” she replied, making all of them go quiet. Felicity felt kind of bad for all the teasing Roger had to bear. It was meant to be her job. Hers only.

“I’m not making you feel uncomfortable, am I?” she asked the blond boy with a hint of concern in her voice, brushing his soft hair over his shoulder.

“nnn no, not at all. I’m fine, perfectly fine” Perfect.

Roger was quiet and frozen as Felicity constantly shifted in his lap. It made him even harder, painfully hard. Of course, she knew exactly what she was doing, as teasing was her specialty. But this boy was different, quiet, nervous, a perfect prey.

Roger’s eyes nervously scanned the room, silently praying that no one would notice his now throbbing bulge in his pants. Felicity saw it all and felt him violently throb against his pants as her core was pressed up against him. So, she decided to fuel the fire even more. Another specialty of hers.

She scanned Roger‘s face with her eyes, then slightly started nibbling his ear, which earned a light moan from him. She continued kissing along his jawline, making his eyes tightly shut. He was trying his best, not to buck into her. “you’re almost too pretty to be rockstar” Roger opened his eyes as she caressed his right cheek, while her other hand was playing with his hair.

Roger swallowed hard, trying not to moan any louder. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about his miserable situation, the fear of getting caught any second creeping up on him. His only goal at this point was trying not to come in his pants right then there.

- Oh I.. I.. thank you.. you‘re p..pretty- he stuttered.

She continued lightly bouncing in his lap, purposely grinding her ass against Roger‘s clothed length, while the most innocent look on her face. A smirk was plastered on her face as she earned another groan from him.

"What‘s wrong, Roger?" she asked innocently.

"You alright, mate?" John (E) asked from the sofa on the opposite side, he answered with a little nod, trying to keep it together.

Leaning closer to Roger she whispered in his ear: "you‘re so hard down there, huh? Do I really have such an effect on you? I didn‘t even do anything."

Felicity kept tracing patterns into the skin of his neck and chest, which was exposed due to his unbuttoned shirt. It was cute how every little touch and pattern traced along his sensitive skin made him shiver.

- let‘s go out to eat something, guys, we‘ve got the studio all day long, you can record later- Roger (D) clapped his hands together and jumped up from his seat.

“Roger are you coming or you glued to that couch? “Freddie joked as Roger glared back at him. Roger knew that he couldn‘t get up, not like that, not with a massive hardon. That would be too embarrassing, and the boys would forever pick on him.

“actually, we‘ll join you later, King‘s pub it is?“ Felicity asked, shooting them a wink.

Keith nodded, leaning down to her: “alright, honey, take care” the brunette drummer said as he stole a kiss from her.

A wave of relief rushed over Roger as there was only him and Fliss left in the room. Well, as much relief as he could possibly get, despite the problem in his pants.

“so, are you a bassist? singer? “Felicity teased as she brought her face close to his, caressing his right cheek, lightly rubbing circles with her thumb.

“no I‘m m.. 'm the drummer” he stuttered nervously. “you know it‘s not very nice to not look at me when you’re talking to me” she shifted even more back and forth in his lap, feeling his hard cock through his pants. “you’re lucky, I have a thing for drummers” speeding up her movement, adding even more friction.

“uhh please” Roger groaned looking deep into her eyes. “what Roger, what do you need?” leaning forward, breathing into his ear. “Is this what you need?” she placed a kiss on his left cheek, he violently shook his head in response.

“what have been doing with those pictures your band member mentioned earlier, huh? Have you been a naughty boy?” she teased, continuing to torture him further, pressing even harder into him.

“y.. yes, been naughty, touching myself to your pictures...want you.... wanted you since the first time I saw you” he whined, eyebrows knitted in frustration.

“oh really?” Felicity definitely had her fun with this. She often adopted the role of the submissive, in fact, a willing sub. But dominating a guy, making him practically melt in her hands, was just another level. Nothing could ever compare to that.

Roger didn‘t manage to get a word out so she grabbed his cock through his pants, palming him that it nearly made him jump out of his skin. He never felt like this before, never this intimidated by any girl, he usually was the one to charm them, tease them, make them squirm.

“yeah, yeah” he finally admitted “was so bad, wankin’ my cock every time to you mmmm, please, please, want you so bad” Roger cried out, but she brought her face close to his, kissing soon turned into a quick but heated make out session. Her hand made its way between their bodies into his pants, slowly starting to pump his bare length with her hand, brushing her thumb over his tip, making his eyes roll back.

“alright pretty princess, let‘s see”

Felicity got off his lap, kneeled down in front of him, he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants and underwear all at once.

Roger’s cock sprung free, hitting his tummy, the red, swollen tip leaking pre cum already. He was slightly bigger than average with a perfect girth, which surprised her, due to his overall tiny frame.

“fucking pretty cock, princess” his cheeks turned pink once more. It was the most vulnerable state, being all exposed in front of her. She ghosted her hand over his length, making him squirm even more and buck his hips. He was frustrated. But she kept on admiring his cock, taking her time. “Please, please I’m begging you! DO something. I- I can’t take it anymore” Roger whined.

He hissed loudly when her hand was suddenly wrapped around his length, his eyes falling shut.

“ fuck.. fuck feels so good mmm” he moaned in ecstasy.

Roger’s moans were music to her ears “look at me, princess” his eyes fluttered open and she leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock gently, staring deeply into his eyes. “mmm more please”

She licked the salty pre cum off that was already dribbling off the tip due to his horniness and it spread on her lips. Licking it off, tasting him. Salty and sweet at the same time. Felicity used her tongue to gently lick his frenulum, making Roger cry out her name. She lowered her head once again, taking all of him into her mouth, rubbing his tummy with her right hand.

“oh yess, fuuuuck feels so good, your mouth... you do it so good I’m not gonna last.. mmm” Roger groaned.

Having him beg for her, motivated Fliss to go not even faster, but also deeper, bobbing her head up and down, having him down her throat. Thanks to much practice, her gag reflex was gone, giving him the full experience.

“fuck m’ gonna c..cum m’ gonna cum” she pulled away, earning a disappointing groan. “You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you?” his eyebrows knotted into a frown. “Please, I was so close” “aww look at you, all red and desperate to finally get off, princess” Rogers hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead as she was undressing herself. “Roger” he flinched,letting his cock fall from his hand as she caught him pumping himself in a fast motion while watching her naked frame. “I’m so sorry, please, do something. It’s really starting to hurt now. It’s way too much” salty tears started dribbling down his cheeks. He was so desperate for her. “ok baby” she climbed into his lap, taking his thick cock into her hand rubbing his tip through her folds and the tears kept streaming down his face. She sank all the way down on him, staying there a few seconds to adjust. Roger rested his head on her shoulder as she managed to swipe a few of his tears away with her thumb. Fliss started bouncing up and down his cock, Roger’s breathing slowly got louder when he was nearing his orgasm for the 2nd time that night. He felt weak, too weak to be able to thrust up into her. “Fuck Roger, I’m close. You’re filling me up so good” she groaned, speeding up the tempo and circling her hips with one of his hands resting on her hips for support, the other on her breast, toying with her nipple. “mmm coming, you need to get off” “Come for me, princess” tangling her fingers in his blond locks. He started to whimper at the feeling of her still on his cock, one final bounce and she sank all the way down on him, sending both of them over the edge. Roger came with a cry of her name as he released warm, thick ribbons of cum inside of her. His eyes were fluttering, head on her shoulder, as he slowly came down from his high, relishing every wave of pleasure, not wanting the moment to fade away.

Roger was snapped out of his little trance when she released his cock, making his him squirm at the sudden loss of contact. Being the little tease Felicity was, she reached down between her thighs, capturing some of Roger’s thick, sticky cum and brought the finger to her mouth to taste it. “so good” she hummed against her hand. “Fuck, you look so hot right now” he watched her in awe, mouth slightly open, not believing his eyes, making his cock twitch one final time.

(kind of inspired by this min 3:00) “Marry me” Roger blurted out. She looked at him, expecting him to be joking but his face remained serious. “You’re fucking nuts, Roger” she laughed as they both dressed themselves again, trying to hide every evidence of their previous studio ‘adventure’. He took a seat on the couch and pulled her into his lap again, giving her a passionate kiss. “Will you at least stay with me tonight then?” “Sure, Roger." he held her close, making the throbbing problem in his pants reappear.

#roger taylor #roger taylor smut #roger taylor fanfic #the who #Queen #freddie mercury #Brian May #queen + Adam Lambert #roger taylor fanfiction

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bts-fantasy · 6 years ago

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Angels & Demons (pt. 2)

Pairing: Taehyung (/Jimin) x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fantasy

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„Jimin, please don‘t do this...“, you pleaded quietly.

Jimin smirked leaning forward to meet your eyes.

„Why? You don‘t like seafood?“

You shook your head vigorously making a grimace to stress your opinion about the dish.

„I hate seafood!“

Jimin chuckled leaning back in his wooden chair as he looked down at his menu card again.

He had been waiting for you downstairs when you stormed out of your apartment earlier and you had forgotten all about your anger over Taehyung when you saw Jimin smiling brightly up at you.

He drove you to a fancy restaurant on top of the hill with a nice panoramic view of the city.

„Okay, okay, I‘ll order something else.“

You relaxed again because you wouldn‘t have to look at dead lobsters or shrimps tonight.

The night went on perfectly smooth and Jimin proved to be a great company and you were positively surprised when you caught yourself warming up to him with every second that passed.

The drive back home was filled with stories about each other's lives and you really enjoyed the time spent with Jimin. He stopped the car in your driveway and you looked up to your apartment trying not to think about facing Taehyung again. Jimin turned around in his seat to face you with a warm look in his eyes. He smiled down at you taking your hands in his caressing the back with his thumbs.

„Y/N... thank you for an amazing night“, he whispered lowly not breaking the eye contact with you even once. Before you could say anything his lips were on yours moving slowly as you let yourself fall deep into his spell. The kiss quickly turned from passionate to needy and you could feel his hands everywhere. Your hands moved up to his head messing up his perfectly styled hair. He made you feel so wild and carefree that you couldn‘t take your hands off of him.

Suddenly he backed away from the kiss breathing heavily with a dark crazy look in his eyes.

„Are you alone at home?“ He asked thickly while he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear caressing your cheeks so sweetly that you couldn‘t think straight anymore. You knew Taehyung would usually go on a night walk at this hour and even if he wasn‘t you couldn‘t care less at the moment. All you wanted was to let yourself fall deep into this strange feeling you felt towards Jimin, so you just nodded. A wide smile spread across his face before he pulled you into another deep kiss.

You both walked upstairs and you prayed for your apartment to be empty. When you finally opened the door you sighed with relief when you saw that his coat was gone. He wouldn‘t be back until later tonight, that much you knew.

Jimin had already taken a seat on your couch and patted on the empty spot next to him and you walked over to sit down.

„Close your eyes...“, he breathed out. He raised his hand to softly trace your lips with his index finger and you closed your eyes as you tried to focus on his touch only.

„Y/N... you’re so beautiful.“ His voice rolled thickly off his tongue and sent shivers down your spine.

Soon you felt his lips on yours again and you took in the sweet taste that only left you wanting more. It felt like you were in a trance losing all control over your body, you had never felt like this before.

With each second you lost more and more of control and slowly panic rose inside of your chest. You wanted to pull back but couldn‘t because strangely your body didn‘t want to listen to you anymore.

„Jimin...“, your voice was quiet and wheezy but he heard you loud and clear. He chuckled darkly still kissing you ignoring your attempt to stop. The low chuckle turned into a burst of sneering laughter as he bit hard into your lower lip. The taste of blood spread in your mouth and the panic took your breath out. Your chest rose and fell hastily when he finally pulled away from you to look at you with a triumphant smirk on his face.

„Oh, silly girl...“

He shook his head sarcastically as you still couldn‘t move an inch of your own body. You knew he was doing something to you but you couldn‘t tell what exactly was going on. A few minutes ago you were on cloud nine and now it felt like you were in hell.

„What-“, you croaked out looking into his cold eyes, the warmth in them long gone.

„You made it way too easy for me, Y/N. Your parents were way more of a challenge to get rid of.“ He sighed deeply pouting at you. Your eyes had gone wide at his words.

Did he know your parents?

And what did he mean by ‚get rid of‘?

He seemed to have read your mind and continued.

„Hey, it‘s not my fault your parents wouldn‘t fall for any of my traps. I had no other choice than to kill them. I was just doing my job.“ He looked at you blankly shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn‘t a big deal that he just confessed to killing your parents. Your parents who you had believed to have died in a tragic plane crash when you were still a little girl.

It was murder...

Your mind was racing with thoughts and questions and you couldn‘t bring yourself up to say even a single word.

„Impressive right? First your parents and now their beloved daughter. I would‘ve found you much earlier though if it hadn‘t been for a tease of a guardian angel who followed you around like a lost puppy. Do you know how happy I was when he finally backed down from his duty?“

You were only half-heartedly listening to his blabbering since you didn‘t really understand what he was saying and you had to come up with a plan to escape.

„Let me tell you about your lovely parents, princess.“ You almost gagged at his choice of words but your focus was on him again as you were curious what he had to say. „They were good people... too good. I tried everything, literally everything to bring them down but they only got stronger with each trial I sent their way. One day I just had enough and decided it was time for them to leave. I wanted to eliminate everyone from their bloodline so when I came to know that they had a little daughter I was determined to find you and finish my work. I get bored easily, Y/N. Hell isn‘t really a fun place to be in. The earth is much more fun and I can do whatever I want. Well as long as these poultries leave me alone.“ Jimin clicked his tongue rolling his eyes dramatically.

He was crazy, you thought. Completely insane. You didn‘t know how much of his story you could actually believe but you didn‘t have the time to decide because you were in great danger. You had to think of a plan quickly if you wanted to make it out alive. Looking over to the clock you sighed internally, it was only eleven o’clock and Taehyung wouldn‘t be home until midnight. You weren‘t sure if you could distract Jimin for a whole sixty minutes.

„I wonder why they took your guardian angel down though... He had been with you since forever.“ He was thinking out loud and you opened your mouth to get more information out of him and stall him until Taehyung would be back.

„Who... are you talking about?“

Jimin laughed mockingly coming so close to your face that your nose almost touched. You were disgusted by his presence so close to you but you had no other choice than to look into his black eyes.

„You have no clue do you?“

You couldn‘t even properly shake your head since you were still sitting on the couch as stiff as a board. He pinched your cheeks and a cold shiver ran down your spine.

„Your guardian angel is...“

The door suddenly flung open and Taehyung stood in the frame with a furious look in his eyes when he spotted his enemy on your couch with his hand on your cheek. Jimin looked up and for a moment you could see a hint of fear light up in his eyes. But it vanished as fast as it came and he started laughing like a mad man again.

„Oh what an entrance. We were just talking about you.“

Taehyung‘s eyes softened when he looked at you and saw that you were still okay. He had feared that he would be too late. He rushed towards you in an attempt to pull you away from Jimin but before he could touch you something slammed him back against the wall on the other side of your apartment. A loud growl escaped his lips when he slumped down the wall and stayed there with his head hanging low.

„Taehyung!“, you screamed but the invisible force shut your mouth from saying another word. Tears escaped your eyes rolling down your cheeks warming up your cold skin. Taehyung was still not moving as you desperately tried to break free from your stiffness but to no avail. Jimin sat in front of you blocking your view of Taehyung’s weak body forcing you to look at him instead. You wanted to slap his dirty grin right off of his face, so much anger boiling inside of you.

„Your little guardian angel can‘t save you anymore. He‘s just an ordinary mortal now. One snap and he‘s dead.“

Jimin snapped with his fingers chuckling lowly when a loud painful cry came from behind his back where Taehyung was lying. Your eyes had gone wide as you kept getting weaker and weaker. You couldn‘t take it anymore, you couldn‘t even move to see if Taehyung was still alive.

Taehyung... he was your guardian angel.

The thought finally got into your mind causing you to cry even more. He was in this terrible state because of you and you couldn‘t even help him. In fact, you couldn‘t even help yourself you thought sadly. Thinking about everything Jimin had told you, you finally started to put the pieces together figuring out that the stories about angels and demons weren‘t just imaginary stories after all. They were all real and you have somehow managed to get right in the middle of one.

While you were thinking about all of that there was only one thought that was louder than all of the others.

Survive!

Jimin began stroking your hair gently moving closer and closer. He stopped right before his lips could touch yours a smug smile spreading across his face.

„I‘m in a good mood today“, he whispered staring down at your lips as you held your breath hoping for it all to be just over.

„So I won‘t torture you as I did with your parents.“ You winced closing your eyes an ice-cold shiver running down your spine at the thought of his words.

„Shh... shh... it‘s alright Y/N... it‘ll all be over soon“, he spoke soothingly stroking your hair once again.

His other hand moved slowly behind his back pulling a long silver knife out of his pocket. Your breath hitched as your eyes fixed the shiny weapon in his left hand and you prepared yourself for the worst case. Squeezing your eyes shut you waited for it all to end. Your body was drained of energy and the invisible force around you seemed to suck the last drops of energy you had left inside of you.

You were still crying but not because of your own fate but because of the man behind Jimin who had sacrificed himself to save you. The thought of someone being there with you all along made you feel at peace even in your miserable state.

Thank you, Taehyung.

Your eyes were still closed when you suddenly heard a shrill cry in front of you and you gained control over your body again. You opened your eyes and looked right into Jimin‘s eyes, they were completely black and lifeless. His face was contorted in pain his mouth hanging wide open while you looked down to finally realize what was going on. A giant red stain was slowly spreading across his white dress shirt as he pressed both of his hands against the wound, a desperate attempt to stop the blood flow. With a loud thud, he tipped over and fell to the ground revealing Taehyung behind, holding a bloodstained dagger in his hand.

Right, when you were about to jump on him excitedly the dagger fell out of his weak hand and he followed shortly after.

„Taehyung!“, you shouted rushing next to him heaving his head onto your lap so you could hold him in your arms. Gently patting his cheeks you kept repeating how everything was going to be just fine in an attempt to calm him but mainly yourself down.

Looking at the deep cut across his chest that Jimin had caused earlier, you could tell that he wasn‘t in a good condition.

Tears streamed down your face you called the ambulance and gave them all the information they needed.

„Hold on, Taehyung... please don‘t leave me.“ Your voice was merely a whisper as you ran your fingers through his hair lovingly. Looking down at him you finally let yourself admit your feelings. You‘d fallen for him and knew you couldn‘t bear to watch him suffer like this.

„Y/N...“, he croaked out bringing his right hand up to gently place it on your burning cheek. He softly wiped your tears away with his thumbs a small smile tugged on his lips as he looked into your eyes.

He had waited for so long to be able to touch you like this and it felt even better than he had imagined. All this time there had only been one aim in his life, and that was to protect you from the cold-blooded demon that murdered your parents. And looking at the lifeless body next to him on the floor he knew that he‘d fulfilled his purpose in life successfully. He was lucky he had found a sacred dagger in a nearby church and had it hidden in the big vase in your living room.

„...now... you‘re safe..“, he rattled struggling to speak freely. He couldn‘t feel his legs anymore but he was happy nonetheless. Looking into your teary eyes he was able to block out the pain of his body.

There was only one thing he needed to do before he could finally find his peace. That one thing that made him lose his job as your guardian angel, that one thing that made him risk everything and turn his back on his past life forever. That one last thing he had to tell you even if he‘d never hear it being said back.

„I love you, Y/N.“

Your heart skipped a beat and it took a second to comprehend the words directed towards you. Without losing another second you replied smiling through your tears.

„I love you too, Taehyung.“

Leaning down you pressed a firm kiss on his lips feeling an explosion of emotions inside of your chest. His hand moved from your cheek to your neck drawing little circles on your skin. Kissing Taehyung felt like you had finally reached your destination. It felt like coming home after a long long journey and letting yourself fall into your bed. He tasted sweet and light just like cotton candy and you could imagine getting used to this taste for the rest of your life.

But the moment abruptly came to a stop when his hand slid off your neck and lifelessly slumped down next to his body. You pulled back in panic shaking his chest with both of your hands. But his eyes remained closed and his lips were pulled into a peaceful smile.

„Taehyung...?“

No reaction.

„Tae...“, you cried out letting your head fall onto his chest as silence swallowed you.

He was gone forever.

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vicbartons · 6 years ago

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Ohhh and for the prompt I sent could you maybe make it hurt comfort if that’s ok? Xox

#62 “please shut up. just shut up.”

They should have never let Cain talk them into this.

There are thousands of thoughts rushing through Robert‘s head a mile a minute, but that is the loudest one. A screeching alarm bell going off in the depths of his brain, overloading his senses.

Because they were supposed to be this sensible, grown-up couple these days, weren‘t they?

No more dodgy deals, no more lies and schemes.

Just an average married couple, happy and loved-up. With nothing more to worry about than where to spend their weekly date night or whose job it was to pick up toilet paper from the shop this time around.

Only sensible grown-ups didn‘t run through the wad of cash they had made in what was supposed to be their very last heist within a year and a wedding. They didn‘t have to move into their little sister‘s spare room out in the middle of nowhere once their London rent had gotten too steep. Sensible grown-ups didn’t get turned down when asking for a loan, because neither one of them had a single steady employment to show for over the past ten years that was legal enough to mention on a CV. Sensible grown-ups didn‘t have rap sheets as long as their arms, clinging to them like a persistent rash and keeping them from ever making it through any landlord‘s rigorous vetting process without reverting to old tricks. Let alone the doors of an adoption agency.

Sensible grown-ups also probably didn‘t find themselves bend over their bed midday on the regular, instead of out shopping for food at the local Tesco or job-hunting.

So maybe they weren‘t really ready for the whole responsible adult thing just yet anyway. If ever.

Still, they shouldn‘t have let Cain talk them into this.

Because they have only been married for ten months and there is still so much left that they want to do. So much more life to live together.

Only now Aaron is bleeding out on him on the linoleum floors of a nondescript corridor somewhere in the depths of the Tate‘s ridiculously massive headquarters and should and shouldn‘t haves suddenly aren‘t worth a damn thing anymore.

“Robert-” Aaron‘s voice is already far too small for his body and something in Robert threatens to break at the sound.

Robert has got his right hand on his left, holding them steady even with his trembling fingers as he presses hard against Aaron‘s middle. He tries to stop the blood from spilling, but Aaron‘s tight black t-shirt keeps growing impossibly darker despite his efforts, the edges of the fabric curling upwards around the wound in wetness right where the bullet cut through it.

Cain had dubbed the bit of theft a no-brainer. A quick job; revenge and a big pay day all rolled up in one the way the older Dingle always likes it best. Well that and none of them had counted on Kim‘s bulldogged henchmen actually being willing to pull guns on them. Or catching them at all for that matter. They were RobertandAaron after all. They didn‘t get caught, did they?

In retrospect, that way of thinking had been incredibly short-sighted. Naive even.

But hindsight doesn‘t really help them now.

Robert‘s eyes keep flicking back and forth between his husband‘s face and the wound on his stomach and he can feel himself drowning in the impossibility of it all until Aaron speaks up again, his voice enough to drag him back to the surface. “Robert,” he whispers, but there‘s a strength to it Robert wasn‘t sure he had in him anymore with his lips as white as they are already. “You know that I-”

And Robert wants to hear him speak, because as long as he‘s speaking Robert can be sure he hasn‘t lost him yet, but he can‘t hear that. Doesn‘t want it.

“Please Aaron, shut up!” The words are loud and sharp and echo through the halls. Booming enough to make Aaron‘s eyes go wide and take even Robert by surprise. It makes him press his hands down a little harder on Aaron‘s abdomen and take a breath. Long and deep, hoping it will right whatever‘s trying to come undone inside of him at the sight of his husband in pain. “Just shut the hell up,” Robert says under his breath. “Will ya?” It‘s a plea more than anything else.

“No.” Aaron has always been the more stubborn one out of the two and that‘s saying something. There‘s a shake of his head that makes him hiss in pain, but he keeps going anyway. ”I need you to know -”

And of course Robert knows, knows it deep in his bones.

In all his life, one spun out of lies and schemes and make-believe, there has never been anything more true to him than how he feels about Aaron. Or that Aaron feels the same for him in return. It had scared him to the core, the first time they‘d met. When Robert had walked into the Woolpack for a drop-off in search of Charity a little over six years ago now and found her sort-of-nephew with the permanent scowl etched on his face instead. The tug he had felt in the pit of his stomach the moment their eyes met had never disappeared again from there on out, no matter how much of a sour git the younger man had been.

Want at first sight, they sometimes call it.

And then so much more after that.

“I know, okay? Of course I know,” Robert presses out between clenched teeth and he wishes that this stupid game of theirs didn‘t suddenly carry so much weight, “but I need to stop you from dying on me right now and get us out of here and that will work a whole lot better, if you stop trying to say goodbye to me, you muppet.”

Aaron actually manages to smile a little at the all too familiar nickname and Robert can‘t help but mirror it, all be it a little crooked with his lips bitten and his eyes red raw from trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Bossy,” Aaron mutters between shallow breaths.

“You love it.”

Somehow Aaron gets his eyes to focus on Robert then. “Yeah, I do,” he whispers like he always does when Robert teases him like this, but it‘s lacking its usual levity. “Robert, if-”

The dismay on Aaron‘s face makes Robert lean down until their foreheads are touching and his full weight is pressing onto the wound with him almost lying on top of his husband.

“Shush,” he breathes out and his nose rubs along Aaron‘s with the slight shake of his head. “I‘m gonna get you out of here and then we‘re gonna drop half the cash at Cain‘s and drive right off to Paris with the other half like we planned to. And then we‘ll make a real go of it, all above board, right?” And Aaron just closes his eyes and nods, breathes his husband in.

Feeling his shallow breaths against his cheeks as reassurance finally gives Robert a chance to think.

He only has a vague idea of where they are. The corridors underneath the building complex that were starting to bear a scary resemblance to an unsolvable maze, with their never ending white blank walls and headache-inducing neon lights had managed to disorientate him once he had gone rogue and just made a dash for the first exit in sight. Usually Robert was a by the book guy, as far as criminals go - always sticking to carefully mastered plans - but the reflex to get his husband to safety at any cost had overruled all that.

It‘s how he‘d gotten them lost.

“Ace job, Robert,” he thinks to himself. “So much for criminal mastermind.”

He has seen them before though, the corridors, of course he has. In the back of Cain‘s garage on a blueprint spread across the hood of an old Chevy, a system of tunnels spreading across the entirety of the property like a spiderweb. It was too bad that with all of Robert‘s skills, a photographic memory had never been one of them.

There is one thing he remembers though. It‘s the way all those endless corners end in a clean circle on the outer edge, connecting all the tunnels. Some sort of aesthetic choice on Kim‘s part apparently - the older woman enarmored by the symmetry - but all Robert can see in it is the system‘s fatal flaw. A weakness to be exploited.

He is a conman after all.

“I know how to get us out of here,” Robert splutters and rights himself. He runs his hand through Aaron‘s dark curls once before busying himself with trying to untie his tie one-handed, determination finally making his fingers stop shaking.

His other hand never leaves its place on Aaron‘s stomach.

“Knew I didn‘t just marry ya for your looks, Dingle,” Aaron mumbles with his eyes still closed and Robert tries his hardest to ignore how every syllable keeps being cut short by haggard breaths.

His stomach grows warm with the epithet nonetheless.

“Then off into the sunset,” Aaron coughs hard and opens his eyes slowly. Looks up at Robert through this lashes, “like that old-timey movie?”

Robert softens at the age-old argument. Indulges it to stop the air around them from growing so heavy.

“I‘ll have you know that The Getaway is a classic.”

They had watched it one night in the early days, curling up on Robert‘s sofa for what one could almost call a proper first date. Robert had fallen hard and fast for the story and also maybe Steve McQueen and Ali MacGraw.

Aaron on the other hand? Not so much.

The fact alone that they have still made a habit of watching it at least once a year with only a minimal amount of grumbling from his better half makes Robert love Aaron all the more. ”But yes,” Robert adds on, his eyes no longer just watery, but a tear making its way down his cheek, “exactly like that. Because you‘re going to be just fine, Sugden.”

Aaron just breathes and it‘s all that Robert needs from him right now.

“So you‘re gonna hold on for me now, ey?” He asks anyway, more for himself than because he actually expects a response.

But Aaron has always been good at giving Robert more than he needs.

“Yes, boss,” he‘s barely opening his mouth now, but he‘s still there and that‘s everything.

Robert presses one last kiss onto Aaron‘s forehead and then he gets on with it: Rips a strip of his dress shirt and ties it around Aaron‘s middle with the sage green necktie his husband hates so much, pulls him off the ground, throws an arm around his shoulder and just keeps walking until he notices a slight curve in the walls indicating that they‘ve actually reached the outer edge of the premises and his earplug crackles and shrieks as the connection builds back up, Cain barking at him through it soon after. Robert just keeps running and praying to whoever up there is willing to listen that they‘ll be okay.

(It‘s the last time the two of them get hands-on with a dodgy job. Not because Aaron doesn‘t make it. He does. Barely, but he makes it. No, it‘s because Robert makes it clear that the gashing scar on Aaron‘s abdomen that matches the one on his husband‘s chest all too much is the last one he‘s willing to bear. And the tired look on his face as he says it, the way his eyes go hollow like the thought alone is making him lose the will to live, is haunting enough that Aaron doesn‘t want to disagree.

Yet, Robert‘s still runs the odd con job out of the basement on the side even seven years later - with their little daughter perched on his lap - and Aaron might find himself laying out a classic thievery trick on deep web forums every now and again.

But that is all it is. Desk jobs, really.

Aaron and Robert have grown sensible after all.)

#aaron x robert #robron #emmerdale #aaron dingle #robert sugden #bellamyblake #asks #sometimes i write stuff #a bit different than my usual angst #but i hope you don‘t mind

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noirlevity · 6 years ago

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Birthday/Yamakage

Summary: Kageyama suddently felt lonely, and so, he tried calling Yamaguchi to ask him to spend time with him.

Note:Inspired by a funny/cute moment between Kageyama’s va (Ishikawa Kaito) and Yamaguchi’s va (Saito Soma). XD

Birthday celebrations were strange to Kageyama. Seeing other kids celebrate with bright smiles on their faces used to make him feel weird.

When he entered highschool, his perception on birthdays began to change. Others would make a fuss out of it, prodding him to celebrate it with them. He never thought celebrating it with others would give him a strange happiness. There was a little bit of loneliness too. It was faint, and only felt when he lays down to sleep as the day he was born passes.

This all came rushing back to him as he fiddled with a bookmark he received from Yamaguchi on his 17th birthday. The freckled boy was always the only one who gives him things. Remembering the other‘s bright smile made Kageyama feel warm inside. He inserted the bookmark inside his mathematics book, and looked up at the board to focus on the formula that was written there for a general education subject. Earlier that day, he snapped at one of his colleagues. It made him feel awful after. His birthday was close, and because of that, he was feeling a little bit anxious and edgy.

When his classes were done, he felt alone and miserable. He didn‘t know why he felt that way. In the past it was not like this. Maybe this happens when you get older. You get a little bit lonely every time your birthday came.

Kageyama took out his phone and battled with himself whether to call or send someone a message. He didn’t want to let anyone think he was needy, but he really wanted to be with someone.

Tsukishima came to mind. They were never that close and he knew the blond would just mock him about being lonely. He clicked his tongue and rejected the thought of relying on Tsukishima.

Out of his wits, Kageyama tried calling Hinata. He was the safest choice. After two tries, Kageyama gave up. The midget wasn‘t picking up. Kageyama almost gave up when he remembered that there was one person he should try to contact-- Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi.

After saying the name, it felt like he swallowed his heart whole. He began sweating bullets as he scrolled down his contacts to find Yamaguchi‘s name. An oppressive heat oppressed his checks and made him feel conscious about how red his face was. His fingers felt like they had a life on their own. Heat disappeared from his hands. They were cold.

The fact that his heart was beating hard inside his chest did not help. His palpitations made him feel small. Talking to Yamaguchi in person was one thing, calling him was another. They never really exchanged messages when they were still club members.

When he finally found his contact number, Kageyama swallowed a lump in his throat. Should he call him? He bit his lip and thought hard. Hopeful, he pressed the green telephone on the screen. As he listened to it ring, he thought that waiting for someone to pick up could be thrilling. After four rings, Yamaguchi finally picked up.

“Hello, Kageyama, what‘s up?”

Yamaguchi sounded surprised. Kageyama blushed at the sound of the other‘s voice. He knew that the other probably thought it was odd that he called him.

“Ah.. Umm.. Good afternoon.”

“Do you need something?” He could hear Yamaguchi smile over the phone. The other‘s gentle voice was still the same. It was nostalgic.

“You see I…”

“Oh! Isn‘t it your birthday tomorrow?”

Kageyama‘s heart felt like it stopped at what Yamaguchi said.

So he remembered.

Shaking the weird feeling in his chest, he responded by putting up a strong front.

“Yes.. Umm..

“Are you free right now?” Kageyama finally mustered.

“I am. Why?”

Kageyama took a deep breath. The sound is a static. He didn’t realize Yamaguchi could hear this.

“Do you want to grab dinner with me?”

There was silence at the end of the line. A silence that made Kageyama feel a little bit disappointed and lonely.

“If.. If… you‘ll have me, then I guess I don‘t mind having dinner with you.”

Kageyama couldn‘t say anything at first. He felt awkward and at the same time, excited.

“I‘ll.. I‘ll come pick you up.” Kagema fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt.

“I‘ll text you if I‘m already over there. See you!”

---

Kageyama had never gone out with anyone. It never crossed his mind because he was focused on playing volleyball. Having dinner with Yamaguchi will be the first time he will go out with anyone.

When he arrived at Yamaguchi‘s he was stupidly nervous. He calmed down a bit when he saw Yamaguchi ran towards him, flustered. It was the first time he saw him like that. The other wore stylish clothes, it made him wonder if he had a previous engagement which he gave up because of him.

The thought made him sad.

Noticing that Yamaguchi was waiting for him to say something, Kageyama swallowed hard. This made Yamaguchi giggle.

“We can eat at Tabena’s. It’s cheap but the food there is delicious. Or if you want we can go to Yakuniku if you want to eat meat.”

Yamaguchi kept on giving options to choose from. Kageyama just stared at his former teammate a little bit flustered.

“You know a lot of restaurants huh? Do you eat a lot with your Uni friends?”

“Yes, don't you eat out with your friends too Kageyama-kun?”

Kageyama did not respond.

“I see you‘re still as unfriendly as ever.” Yamaguchi snickered.

“I‘m not really unfriendly.. It‘s just that.. I haven't found the same connection I had with you guys there.” Kageyama said softly.

There was a pause in Yamaguchi. Kageyama tried not to look at him, so he just kept his eyes to the side.

“Tsukki’s in the same Uni as you right?”

“Yes,”

“He’s just like always.

“Why don't we go to Tabena’s instead?”

----

“Kageyama I didn't know you own a motorcycle now.”

“Well, my parents bought it for me.”

“Eh? Didn’t you just copy Iwaizumi-san though? Didn’t he buy a motorcycle too?”

“Yes.. But it’s not what you think.. I didn’t copy Iwaizumi-san or anything.”

“It’s very cool. I like how sleek and cool it looks.”

Kageyama smiled as he handed Yamaguchi his helmet.

“I know right,” ---

They talked about a lot of things. Things like how things were going with their studies, and the clubs that they joined. Yamaguchi told Kageyama that he was also a member of the volleyball club at his university.

“It feels like nothing has changed.”

“Yeah.” Kageyama pouted.

“I'm still stuck with idiots like that shrimp.”

“Really?” Yamaguchi chuckled.

“Isn’t it hard?” Kageyama began after deliberating with himself whether to ask or not.

“Hard?”

“You’re separated from that guy.”

“It‘s fine. It's not like our friendship will change just because we’re separated.”

Yamaguchi flashed a gentle smile that made the other’s heart melt. He always wondered why Yamaguchi was friends with Tsukishima. He was soft and gentle compared to that jerk. Thinking of this made him smile too.

“You haven’t really changed Yamaguchi.”

Kageyama found Yamaguchi adorable when he was surprised.

The other laughed.

“I’ve changed actually. You’ve changed too.”

There was something in Yamaguchi’s voice that made Kageyama wonder about this change. He realized, that nothing in this world remain the same. Everything changes. He has changed. Yamaguchi has changed. Everything. Even the way they act around each other. ——

When they were done eating, Kageyama drove Yamaguchi around the City. The pretty city lights twinkled above them. They drove past excited streets. The air was cold but he thought it felt nice. Yamaguchi‘s arms around his waist made it difficult not to mistake it as some sort of hug from the back.

Lost in thought, Kageyama did not really know where to go. He wanted to stay with Yamaguchi for a little longer, to fend off the remaining loneliness he felt. When they reached the boulevard, he pulled over when he saw the beautiful moon reflected on the surface of the ocean.

He didn’t know that there were a lot of couples around. Yamaguchi knew that this was a spot that was popular among lovers. He didn’t want to make the situation more awkward so he just kept quiet. He was a bit embarrassed and conscious about the whispers of the others around them though. Kageyama on the other hand, was standing beside him looking purposely at the moon.

“Yamaguchi, look.”

Yamaguchi turned to where Kageyama pointed. His eyes widened at the beauty of the large moon reflected on the surface of the sea. The night sky was clear and the air was a bit cold. Laughter bubbled and chatter wafted in the air. The two stood side by side.

“Kageyama-kun…” Yamaguchi began,

“Happy birthday!”

Yamaguchi handed something to Kageyama.

“I was actually planning to give that to you tomorrow. But since you called me out today, I decided to give it today.”

Kageyama gaped at the box like a child.

“Thank you.” He said shyly.

“Open it.”

Kageyama opened the box. His eyes widened; a held back excitement was evident on his face.

“I know you don’t really use phones that much. But you did say you liked the cellphone strap I gave Hinata when we met last time.”

“Yes I did.”

“I bought you one. Although…”

Kageyama held the cellphone strap in his hands.

Yamaguchi scratched his cheek.

“I didn’t know what design to get so I just bought that. I hope you…”

Before long, Kageyama’s long arms were around Yamaguchi. Kageyama didn’t know what to feel or do, all he knew was he just wanted to embrace Yamaguchi. It was a fact that he wasn’t someone people want to spend time with. But Yamaguchi was Yamaguchi. He thought the other would never think that taking care of him was a burden, so he will never think spending time with him is a hassle too.

“Thank you.

“You’re always taking care of me like this.”

Realizing his actions went overboard, Kageyama withdrew and apologized. Yamaguchi just smiled.

They continued to gaze at the sky.

“I remember the times when you got hurt, and was very adamant to play even though you were hurting.” Yamaguchi began.

“Time flies too fast. In a blink of an eye, we’ve become university students, walking on different paths. We are older now.

“Everything has changed, and yet, it feels like nothing has really changed. We’re both still playing volleyball, and you’re on your way to become a professional player.

“It gives me a weird feeling, you know. I’m sorry if I’ve talked too much.”

Kageyama craned his neck and put his hands inside his pockets. He felt closer to Yamaguchi more than before. What the other said made him long for those moments when they spend time with each other practicing for interhigh and dreaming of going to nationals together.

Studying. The afternoons when Yamaguchi patiently taught him the lessons that he found difficult to grasp felt like a century ago. He remembered the slow and painful flow of time whenever they were together. Painful because of his heart beating fast, in contradiction to the tranquility whenever he was by Yamaguchi’s side.

He always thought he could do anything because Yamaguchi was there. Yamaguchi the responsible, kind captain, and he the vice captain. He wished at one point that it would forever remain like that, but he knows there are things that aren’t really meant to be.

Kageyama leaned on the railings and exhaled to compose himself. Nothing has changed for him when it came to Yamaguchi. No matter how frustrating the sounded, he didn’t really mind.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. You’re right. Everything has changed, and yet it feels nothing has really changed. You still take care of me like this. Yamaguchi.”

At the last note of Yamaguchi’s name, Kageyama turned to gaze at his companion. He flashed him a grateful smile. This was reciprocated by a soft smile from Yamaguchi.

Kageyama felt warm. The sound of the waves swallowed the human noises. It felt nice hearing the splashes of the waves against the rocks and the frothing sound it made as it recedes. Accompanied by the sound of his heartbeat, Kageyama couldn’t stop himself from wishing for time to stop. He knew it wouldn’t, and so he held Yamaguchi’s gift tightly.

“I’m glad I went here with you.” He said softly as he looked away.

He didn’t see the look on Yamaguchi’s face. He didn’t see how the other’s cheeks flushed.

Content, Kageyama wore the cellphone strap on his phone. He gazed at it with the look of a child, and then pocketed his phone.

“Can I call you again?”

Maybe it was too much, but he just had to ask.

“I don‘t mind.” Yamaguchi replied after looking at him wide-eyed, face red.

Kageyama looked away bashfully. He turned red too.

Inside his pocket, he held the cellphone strap tight, a reminder that people grow old but some things never change.

#fics #yamakage #haikyuu!#late post #i felt like I learned a lot about dialogues when I wrote this

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Chapter 19: A Phoenix Rises again

A few days later Azula and Mya camped outside Capital City and prepared to enter at dawn. But how without risking being thrown into the dungeons? Azula got off the horse.

Az: My whole tush is sore.

M: You’ll get used to it. Try this Yoga pose, it shall relax your strained muscles.

Az: My father has secret tunnels which lead everywhere in the palace. It might well be that he is in there...

M: I know an entry point... but we need a disguise...

Mya was unknown to the FireNation people. Nobody had seen her from near. But that was different for Azula. Mya went to the city and bought two large hats.

Ozai woke and was upset. He felt empty. He had no plan. Nothing to do. Nobody to talk to. He was a ghost. He left his chamber and for a brief moment considered facing Zuko in an Agni Kai to demand back the throne. Who had tried to kill him? Zuko? Some General? His enemies were plenty, but did he have friends? He had visited his followers incognito and many really wished for him to return. He thought about Azula, Amon and Elua. He once had been such a sweet boy like Zuko, but Azulon had beaten him into shape. Ozai mourned himself, his sad childhood and his loneliness. He missed Mya, Amon and Azula. But seeing Amon and Azula would remind him constantly of Myas death. Yet the thought hovered over him all the time and no amount of evading it would soften the pain.

After exiting his bedroom he took the secret passages to a tunnel on the side of the throne room. He peeped through a hole and saw Zuko sitting on the elevated throne. The fire was off. He decided to prank Zuko and flicked his finger. The flames shot up and Ozai smiled.

Zuko was talking to his Generals when suddenly the flames around him ignited. He was startled and jumped up. The Kiyoshi warriors came in and checked the whole room. No intruders. Zuko had heard the silly stories of Ozais ghost haunting the palace. If he was a ghost, he was dead for good and Zuko had one worry less to fret about. A short while later a congregation of Generals entered the throne room.

After the attack on Ozai and Mya the Generals had feared that the deal was off, but Amon kept his word and the trade between the worlds had been coordinated by him and Azula. He never mentioned Ozai or Mya though, even upon request.

In the meantime Earth King Kuei was increasingly dissatisfied with the peace accord. He finally realized that he had been sidelined by the Fire Nation and started assembling ground troops. The Dai Li had always managed trade and Kuei on his own without their counsel was inept to make responsible decisions. Furthermore some secret Dai Li agents were sabotaging his efforts. His people were dissatisfied and he needed a war to keep their minds engaged. There was also turmoil and rumours about Ozais return. The common people iconified and exploited Ozai as a marketing gag for all sorts of products. He was far more popular now than during his reign. People were simpleminded and craved a strong leader. Zuko was seen as weak and doubtful.

Zuko noticed that the generals were dissatisfied. They asked him to take a stand and to send troops to face the Earth Kingdom offensive. Zuko was torn. He was pondering over what to do when the fires ignited again. Ozai stepped out of the flames like an apparition.

O: It’s time to decide son, or the generals will decide for you.

Zuko jumped up from the throne aghast.

Z: Father! You’re alive!

O: You all seem surprised to see me. Let me assure you, I am not a ghost. I see at least a few happy faces among you. Let me see who is the most shocked of all is most likely the person hiring archers to kill me... Zuko was it you? General Zheng? General Sako? I will find out eventually.

Zuko was nervous. What did his father want?

Z: A strange way to visit me to barge in like this on a counsel meeting...? Tell me, what do you want?

O: Oh, I was watching you, always wondering if you sent the arrows... patricide runs in our family... You had the wardens torture me before, so why not go a step further. I will not hold this against you. I know how difficult it is to decide wisely as a Firelord and that you lack the confidence that I always had.

Z: Do you want to fight me?

O: Not unless I must. I would like to spend a few days here. I have some private matters to attend to. Generals, who ever tried to kill me will most probably try again.

One of the Generals, a young handsome man, with black hair and golden eyes mustered up all his courage:

G: Firelord Ozai, please take back the throne! You have many loyal followers who are willing to sacrifice their lives for your victory!

Ozai smiled. He closed his eyes and paused, before addressing the generals. His voice was menacing and cool:

O: And I, what am I to do then? Kill my son and my brother in order to take the throne back? Are you suggesting treason against the acting Firelord Zuko, General Wuhan?

The Generals face went pale.

Ozai looked at Zuko measuring him up.

O: How does Firelord Zuko treat insubordination and attempts at treason? Will he lash out like I used to? Will he fight him in an Agni Kai to gain superiority? Or will he be lenient and in return suffer a hit from a poisoned arrow? Will he toss Wuhan in a cold jail cell to have him tortured like his own father or banish him to the colonies? I don’t fear to fight my son, if need be I’ll die in flames as our greatest heroes have. Whatever you choose, son, it will create bad blood, uprisals and sectarianism... But please, for the sake of our nation, make a choice!

Z: Why did you really return?

O: Mya is dead. This is still my house and I needed a place to stay. As simple as that.

Z: Mya dead? Was it the poisoned arrow?

Ozai bitterly said:

O: No, a bomb in a city far away in another world. It all seems so distant, now that I am back. Iroh was so adamant that I wanted the throne back, he attacked me.

Zuko stared at Ozai, shocked.

O: Don‘t worry, son. He should be alright. Nothing a cup of tea could not fix. Now please have the servants ready my chamber. I am tired and I want to rest.

The Generals and Zuko were confused. Ozai looked at their blank faces.

O: What are you waiting for?

Zuko ordered the servants to comply with Ozais wishes. Ozai was vigilant. He was baiting himself out, attempting to draw the culprit out of the shadows.

Zuko then dismissed all Generals, also Wuhan who was surprised and relieved to get away without any repercussions.

****

Elua was cooking her chicken broth when somebody knocked at her door. She opened only to find two ladies with enormous hats standing in front of her door.

E: I don’t buy anything and I do not want to hear about your saviour, thanks.

She prepared to shut the door but Mya told her about their identities and that they needed her help.

An hour later the broth was eaten and all three women wore Elua's old clothes. Three old ladies. They packed baskets with cookies and wine and left for the gate of Caldera city. At that moment, a few hundred messenger birds left the palace and flew into the sky. Upon arrival at the gate, they pretended to be old alumnae of Master Shinsendos Firebending school who were on their way to their school reunion. The guards were overjoyed and let them in without a hassle. With this story they proceeded further to the stables. Mya checked the loose floor board. Ozais uniform was hidden, his royal clothes were missing, he had been here.

Ozai was sitting in his room at his desk reading letters from his supporters. They even sent fanmail with pictures of him painted by their kids. He cringed, but his inflated ego forbid him to destroy depictions of himself, so he filed them meticulously. There was a knock on the door. General Wuhan was outside and bid to enter.

W: I have come to ask your forgiveness, Mylord. I had in no means intended to offend your feelings. I heard today that the news from the front are bad. Earth Nation smashed our battalion and many died. You, Mylord are popular, and the idea of your formal return to power gains traction with the commonfolk. You are supported by the Fire priests and the council of sages. I know I am risking my life talking to you, please forgive my insubordination. Do with me what you want, but please, I am begging you, do something about our weak defense.

O: Wuhan, I despise traitors, you should know me better. You are young though and yet a general. How come?

W: I fought bravely, but I was also lucky.

O: Very modest of you to downplay your role in the siege of BaSingSe. So you are saying they all want me back. You were a boy during my first reign. You never experienced my rule... You show courage, coming to my doorstep unannounced. You remind me of myself in younger years. You are dismissed.

Wuhan left light heartedly. He had left a lasting impression on Ozai. A courageous young man, with golden eyes and a very delicious looking tush.

Ozai left hurriedly to the throne room. Zuko was sitting on the throne. Ozai did not want to use the front door like a commoner with requests, nor the side door like a servant. He decided to enter through another side entrance from the entry hall which the Generals usually took.

O: Son, can we talk in private?

Z: I don’t know what you want to talk about...

O: The war... Kuei is gaining traction. I am a bit... worried.

Z: A battle lost is not a war lost!

O: Let me command the army. I‘ll crush Earth Nation.

Z: Kuei has no clue, it‘s the Dai Li who are mourning their loss of importance. I will never allow you to command my troops, you will overthrow me.

O: I have no plans to fight you. But Wuhan’s tactic was just a taste of what is about to come.

Z: I cannot please everyone.

O: You need to please the right people.

Maybe the people should decide what path they want to take. If they back you, the generals can‘t do much.

Z: Those bloodthirsty ingrates who whine about cabbage price hikes and who put up that ugly statue of yours.

O: Very unflattering, I agree with you. They totally missed my perfect cheekbones and abs! But listen, if they vote for you, you’ll be democratically legitimated! The Generals will have no choice. Let’s create a two party system. They can choose your way or my way. They will choose and nobody will be left to blame but themselves if we fail.

Z: You would win the election... and I would again be in defeat.

O: I always thought you were the leader who cared about the people. Win their hearts. I can give them fancy parades, but you can give them meaning and a future. Let‘s compete and see who wins. The colonies will vote for you, so will all those who lost kin in the war. Some old folks will vote for me out of loyalty. It will confirm your regency.

Zuko thought about it and finally caved in. They would first let the Generals assemble and appoint them as small parliamentary chamber. The ongoing offensive demanded swift action. They should freely choose whom they vowed to follow and the losers would respect the decision. After that they would prepare for elections in Fire Nation and the colonies to create a parliamentary monarchy with the Fire Lord as Head of State.

Ozai summoned the generals. They seemed to fear Ozai who was standing next to Zuko, who was seated on the throne and looked small in comparison. Ozai feigned to be absentmindedly and casually flicking fire with his fingers, but everyone who knew him well saw that he was alert. Every inch of his body was ready to strike. Zuko was already sidelined. Suddenly there was a commotion and the guards notified them of turmoil outside the gates of Caldera city. The families of the fallen soldiers of the most recent clash demanded Zuko to step down. They had been notified by birds from the palace about Ozais return. Ozai couldn’t resist a smile. Zuko had to watch helplessly as Ozai summoned the generals and asked them to vote for either his or Zukos leadership. Only a few dared vote for Zuko. Within less than an hour Ozai had taken over the reign again.

#Ozai #Firelord Ozai #Fire Nation #Zuko #Fire Lord Zuko #ATLA #avatar the last airbender #Fanfic #azula #uncle iroh

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