#and wish ke luck with the bed frame

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Gotta build my bed frame! Idk if I have the space or skills to set it up, but I'm just delighted that I finally have a bed frame. My mattress has been on the floor for months.

[peggingtaron]

Spectacle

‘Mad’ Teddy Smith x Reader

The Krays need publicity for the reopening of Esmeralda's Barn. As a famous heiress, it’s important that you’re seen enjoying yourself there; so the Krays assign ‘Mad’ Teddy to make a spectacle out of you.

Contains: Smut, with a capital S

Words: 4.7K

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Echoes of incessant whispers. Stares burning over your every move. These things were only to be expected everywhere you went. You were (Y/N, L/N), the ‘Duchess’ of Haggerston, informally dubbed by South London’s most prominent gangsters. 

Sure, you weren’t out there arbitrating criminal activity or enforcing illegal transactions as the men were. You worked for the mob in your own way. Your value to them was your mere presence and approval. Being the heiress of South London’s most influential mobster, you were an asset to both friends and foes. Allowing yourself to be seen enjoying yourself or purchasing goods and services at certain business establishments was considered an endorsement.

The recent buzz surrounding Esmerelda’s Barn since the Kray twins had taken over, had caught your eye. No doubt, the Krays were waiting for you to make an appearance to attract more attention. To you, they were doing just fine on their own. The casino had been the talk of London’s West End thanks to Reggie and Ronnie Kray’s dealings. Nonetheless, you walked alone into that casino with confidence and that signature enigmatic demeanour that never failed to turn heads. No matter how successful and popular a place was, you carried yourself there as if you were the very foundation holding the establishment together. It was all in the attitude; you could fool anyone into thinking they needed you.

You knew it was working by the way the Krays observed you from their table, glancing at you while talking amongst themselves. Every time you saw them look your way from the corner of your eye, you’d feign boredom just to get a kick out of how it would cue them to engage in a discussion of how to keep you entertained. 

The gentle vibrato of the star of Esmeralda’s Barn had been lulling over the casino. At this point in the night, most people had retreated to a table or a seat by the bar to watch the songstress. She was enchanting enough that you were willing to forfeit the act of seeming bored, to engage in the show. This was not lost on the Krays.

You finally allowed yourself to look their way from across the room. You met eyes with Ron, who greeted your gaze with a slight grimace, stiffening up his posture and turning over to Reggie, a silent yet gruff request for you to carry your eye contact to him instead. You did as he wanted, meeting eyes with Reggie who happily took the responsibility of greeting you. He etched his signature smooth smirk, giving a gentlemanly bow of his head. Reggie turned his head to Ron, whispering something in his ear, and while the two were engaged in conversation, your eyes wandered to where Ron’s arm reached round.

You were careful not to meet eyes with the man by Ron’s side. At least not right away. Looking at someone so intoxicatingly striking as ‘Mad’ Teddy was something you needed to do in doses. Your eyes started at his elbow that rested atop the table, slowly trailing up to peer at his hands, his fingertips lightly tracing the rim of his glass, stroking slowly to the rhythm of the music. The dose from that was intoxicating enough already, observing the delicacy yet precision of how his fingers curled around the glass edge. You lingered your gaze there a little longer before you began eyeing his suit, up his torso and finally resting your eyes on his shoulder where Ron’s arm was wrapped around. 

A cigar hung in between Ron’s fingers, his hand perched on Teddy’s shoulder. Teddy’s lips came into your focus as he turned his head, leaning in towards the cigar Ron was holding and taking a drag from it. Your eyes followed his lips as they pursed around the cigar ever so slightly grazing against Ron’s fingers. He turned his head, leaning back as the smoke escaped his mouth, misting around his face to frame a pair of roguish green eyes that were burning right into yours. You were finally looking at him. All the features you took your time observing individually now came all together in a complete picture.

As you finally let your gaze settle in his eyes, a smirk plastered across his face, one that started off coquettish. Subtle, yet alluring enough to lure the weakness in your centre. Though as Teddy’s ego became aroused by your stare, his grin grew wide and smug, a grin that made you surrender your eyes from him, making sure to roll them before returning your attention to the enchanting songstress on stage.

You and Teddy weren’t unfamiliar with these types of exchanges. This was one of many times you’ve met eyes, many of which ended with you rolling your eyes to assure him of a disinterest — which was ultimately a lie. You engaged in conversation a few times, mere small talk with the occasional flirtatious nickname on his part. Each conversation brief, yet tantalising enough for him to remain on your mind, the lingering image of him keeping you company on the ride home alone, and keeping you warm in the comfort of a lonely bed. 

Pretending your own fingers were Teddy’s each night was a task that grew difficult the more you bumped into him. Your imagination couldn’t do him justice and your own touch was not nearly enough to satiate your need. However, it was all you could content yourself with, as no scenario that you could think of would prompt Teddy to so much as caress you. Entertaining your yearning gazes at him were merely a means to crow in cockiness that he had such an effect on you. 

As these thoughts returned to your mind, you accompanied it by soaking in the image of Teddy’s fingers from across the room, rhythmically tapping along the side of his glass. You knew he was watching the way your eyes scanned him feverishly. Adding fuel to the heat that you felt rising within yourself, he clasped his fingers around his glass, lifting it up to take a sip, guiding your gaze to his lips once more.

As he took one faint sip, you watched as he removed the glass from his lips, giving you a clear view of his tongue teasing its way out of his parted lips to savour the taste of his drink. You found yourself mimicking his actions, your lips parting in a daze. You were so enchanted by every faint move of his, that you failed to notice that Ron’s arm hadn’t been around Teddy’s shoulder anymore, but waving beside you to get your attention.

Your breath hitched in your throat, ripping your attention away from Teddy to see the Kray twins standing beside your table. Ron stared down at you, the light glaring off his glasses, adding a complimentary intimidating tone to the gravelly way he greeted you. 

“Why don’t you crack a fuckin’ smile, eh? Wouldn’ fuckin’ ‘urt, now would it?”

A light chuckle escaped you, his tone barely hindering your composure. “Alright, Ron?” You greeted him sweetly. 

“Either flash a big smile, flash some quid at the roulette table, or fuck off.”

“Allow me to translate, love.” Reggie interjected, placing an affection pat on his brother’s shoulder, before stepping forward to lead the conversation. He helped himself to the seat next to you, turning to face you with a beguiling smile. “Forgive me brother, he’s been down on his luck lately. You on the other hand, seem to have a natural attraction with luck. Considered having a crack at the roulette table yet, Duchess?”

The roulette table was the centre of the casino, and you, the Duchess of Haggerston, were bound to be seen having a good time there. You planned on going there either way, but having that slight bit of attention paid to you by the debonair brothers themselves was the minute of entertainment you needed before you obliged with their wishes. You allowed yourself to show how charmed you were by Reggie, though your eyes shot back at Ron, amused by how he was staring you down. “I quite prefer Ronnie’s approach.”

“Good, cause I ain’t fannin’ up your dress and kissin’ your arse.” Ron’s eyes wandered, not caring to hide how disinterested he was with talking to you. “Speaking of kissin’ arse… where is that Barney Rubble?” He muttered to himself, turning his head round back at their table, snapping his fingers at an amused Teddy who was watching them from afar. “Oi, Teddy!” Ron nudged his head as an order for him to come over, a gesture that had Teddy on his feet in a heartbeat, making his way to your table and gussying himself up. 

“You see, ‘ere, dear Duchess, I’m not your fuckin’ babysitter. Got better things to do, so this…” Ron gave a firm slap on Teddy’s backside, cueing a child-like giggle from Teddy, “...is my gift to you.” 

“You like ‘im, don’t you?” Ron frowned slightly at your scoff of a response which was prompted upon seeing the pompous grin Teddy had plastered across his face. Waving his hand dismissively, Ron scoffed in return, “Nah, ‘course you do. Can’t blame you — look at ‘im, he’s like a vanilla wafer, you just wanna dip in your tea, doncha?” Teddy was beaming at the compliments Ron showered him in. 

“I don’t mind, be good to get ‘im off me ‘ands for a while anyway.” Ron gave one last squeeze on Teddy’s behind before stiffly walking off, past Reggie. “I’m gonna go find me a cupcake.”

Reggie patted his brother on the shoulder as he passed. “Yeah a’right, Ron, go find yourself a cupcake.” Reggie shook his head and chuckled under his breath, “Tosser. Can’t get ‘im to pay attention to one thing for more than a minute.” 

“Alright, then.” You piped up.

“Alright, what?” Reggie looked at you.

“I’ll give a crack at it, shall I? The roulette wheel.” 

Reggie smiled, holding out his hand for you. You took it and got up from your seat, hooking arms with him as he guided you to the heart of the casino, Teddy following not far behind.

“I think you’ll find you won’t be disappointed.” Reggie let go of you, smoothing his hand around your shoulder. “Listen, love, I’d love to stay and keep you happy, but I’ve got some business to take care of. You be ‘right if Teddy kept you company?”

You bit your lip slightly, avoiding eye contact with Teddy, who peered over Reggie’s shoulder. “I suppose.”

“There’s a doll.” Reggie winked at you, nudging your chin affectionately.

Before Reggie walked off, he made sure to pass on a few words to Teddy on his way. “Ay, Teddy, listen, ‘right? You stay ‘ere. If she ain’t tipping her head back with joy within the ‘our…”, was all you could manage to hear. You let yourself look at the two men. Teddy nodded along to the stream of instructions Reggie whispered in his ear, his smirk etching wider, his eyes dancing up and down at you.

“I’ve got it, Reg. Don’t worry.” Teddy nodded, his eyes trained on you. Reggie excused himself once more before disappearing.

You turned your head back to the roulette table, occupying yourself with watching the wheel spin. “Don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself there, Duchess.” Teddy’s voice piped up, as he stood beside you.

“‘fraid I’m not.” You responded dryly. 

“You could do us a favour and fake it, eh?”

“Never been quite good at fakin’ it.”

“What you doin’ in a bloody casino, then?”

Teddy scoffed when you didn’t counter a response. He turned, leaning his face near yours, beckoning you to look at him. “Come on, how ‘bout a smile for ol’ Teddy Bear, eh?”

“Fuck off.” You didn’t budge. 

“Don’t act all coy, now, babes.” He kept leaning in and arching his head in attempts to make you face him. He was determined to break through that stoicism with an agitating persistence. “What was you thinking about before, looking a’ me like that? Back at the table.” It was already working.

You paused for a moment before countering, “What does Reg want you to do with me?”

“I asked first.” Teddy responded abruptly. “Oh sod it. I suspect both our answers are the same.”

You finally looked his way, furrowing your brows in bewilderment. What you were thinking while looking at Teddy was obvious, so Teddy implying that Reggie had asked him to do something similar was something you couldn’t understand.

Teddy shifted himself closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he brought his hand to the small of your back. “To put it vaguely, I’ve been told to make a spectacle ou’ of you. I think I’ve something in mind that’’ll suit all our interests, including yours.” He drew out the last word into a whisper, his breath tickling at your ear.

You stiffened at his touch in an eagerness to veil how flustered you were. “Make a spectacle, how?” 

You could feel him smirking as his lips brushed at your ear. “Could spin my fingers round your cunt like a roulette wheel.”  Teddy’s hand inched lower, smoothing around the curve of your backside, giving it a firm squeeze. You sucked in a breath as his hands dropped lower, fingertips dangling across the back of your thigh and curling around the bottom of your dress. He turned his head in a way that guided you to face the roulette wheel. You felt as Teddy began circling his fingers at the back of your thigh in perfect unison to the spinning of the roulette wheel your eyes were fixated on. 

You bit your lip trying to steady your breaths. You ripped your eyes from the wheel, the sight of its speed accompanying the growing speed of Teddy’s circling becoming unbearable. You subtly looked around behind you, surprised to see that Teddy’s overt groping hadn’t caught anyone’s attention.

“You’ve done most of the work for me, so thanks for that.” His voice beckoned you to face him, and you finally did.

You frowned at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“No need for me to warm you up. Seems like you’ve been doing that for yourself ever since you set those pretty little eyes on my fingers.” You knew exactly what he meant, though you preferred to feign oblivion, staring at him blankly. Half in a desire to continue the nonchalant act, the other half in a desire for him to seek proof. It didn’t take long until his fingers began rising up your legs from behind you, inching up your inner thigh, delicately gracing over your panties. His tongue spilled slightly from his mouth as he looked at you, coating his bottom lip in a sheen of wetness mirroring the dampness he felt through your panties. “This for me, innit?”

Your shuddering breath, coupled with you closing your eyes in bliss, was a sufficient enough response. Teddy stepped behind you, allowing more access to you while also shielding his action from that much view from others. He began stroking you through your panties, and you couldn’t help but tip your head back against his shoulder as you tried to stifle a moan.

Teddy began smoothing his other hand around your waist to your front, curling his fingers to bunch up your dress. “Let’s show everyone that dripping cunt, shall we?”

You lifted your head, grabbing Teddy’s wrists and prying his grip off you. You didn’t allow yourself a second to reconsider, as you walked up to the roulette table, helping yourself to a seat. The dealer asked if you’d be joining for this round and you nodded eagerly, trying to compose yourself and recover from Teddy’s touch.

Teddy chuckled as he took the seat beside you, turning his whole body to face you. “Hm… ‘spose I’ve gotta find another way to make a show outta you...”

As you placed your bet and waited patiently, Teddy’s hand rested on your thigh. You didn’t make an effort to remove it. It was under the tablecloth away from everyone’s view. Teddy beamed upon seeing that you didn’t even pretend to object to his advances this time. “See, now was that so ‘ard?” He chuckled. “This time, Duchess, no need to bite back them moans. Let everyone hear what a dirty littl—”

“I wasn’t moaning.” Your responses were becoming weaker and less effective after every advance he made, your tone withering in its assertiveness. 

“Oh I beg to differ. Plus, you said yourself you wasn’t that good at fakin’ it, innit?” Teddy chuckled as nothing but silence came from you, your mind too occupied trying to formulate a response while attempting to ignore Teddy’s fingers that were inching closer. Swiftly prying his way under your panties, the heat of your clit was washed by the cold of his fingertips. You breathed in a sharp gasp, gripping onto the edge of the table, trying to quiet the moan that shuddered its way out of you. Luckily, those around the roulette table and those passing, misconstrued your moans as an exclamation of anticipation as the roulette wheel spun. 

“This is in the best interest of us all.” Teddy’s voice dropped lower, and his mischievous smirk was replaced with a stormy eagerness in his eyes. His fingers were moving at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“How exactly is this in the Krays’ best interest?” You were surprised you were composed enough to speak again.

Teddy circled your clit, resting his chin on the palm of his other hand as his elbow propped up on the table. That cocky grin returned. “You can pawn off those pathetic moans as excitement for the game.”

“That’s…” 

“Clever, eh?” He let out a light giggle.

You wanted to frown, but your mouth hung open at the feel of his fingers working at your core. “Allow me to offer an example.” Teddy began delving his fingers inside you, your arousal that pooled a while ago allowed seamless access, as he abruptly curled his fingers harshly without warning. You yelped loudly, coincidentally in unison to the cheers coming from the aristocrats surrounding the roulette table, who watched as the dolly was placed on their winning numbers. Teddy spat out an obnoxious chuckle amused at the timing. “Ha! That was too good!”

You scowled at him. “You’re a little shit.”

Teddy quirked an eyebrow at you. “Sorry, what was that, darling?”

“I said— ah!” You moaned loudly, as Teddy picked up his pace, massaging deep inside your walls thoroughly. No doubt, the attention of everyone round the table was caught, so you disguised the moan as a triumphant cheer, smiling through it. The dealer made a humorous comment on your cheer of victory as he swept away the losing bets and made payouts to the winners including you.

The dealer asked if you were up to make new bets, though too distracted by Teddy who had kept his pace steady, you hummed. 

“Is that a yes, miss?” The dealer frowned at you confused.

“Y-Yes…” You found yourself gasping as Teddy picked up his speed. “God, yes!”

Everyone chuckled at your enthusiasm, interpreting it as anticipation towards a winning streak. To your mercy, Teddy stopped. Though to your disappointment, he drew his fingers back from you, adjusting your panties back on and removing his hand from you. You hated the whine that escaped you from the absence of his touch. 

You steadied your breaths. You didn’t have time to process what had happened, as everyone was waiting for you to place your bet. Doing so in a hurry, you had knocked some of your own table chips off the table. You cursed under your breath, urging yourself to calm down. Before you could reach down to grab the table chips, Teddy stopped you.

“Allow me.” Teddy smirked and waggled his eyebrows at you.

Your eyes widened, but before you could object, Teddy was already diving underneath tablecloth under the guise of collecting the chips. Somehow without arousing any attention from anyone else, he didn’t return back out from under there.

The roulette wheel was spinning again, and you bit your lip at what was to follow. Keeping your eyes trained on the wheel, you felt Teddy’s fingers begin smoothing up your legs again. He gripped each one hard, lifting them over each of his shoulders. In a swift motion, he grabbed the legs of your chair, pulling you in hastily towards him, your stomach pressed against the edge of the table. Your body jerked forward, your core meeting with his mouth forcefully. Your fingers were gripping hard onto your table chips, the feel of Teddy’s tongue through your panties driving you insane. 

It was as if Teddy read your mind when his fingers dug underneath the elastic of your panties, pulling harshly until they tore off, the cold air of the casino greeting your bare center. Teddy’s tongue ran the length of you, his voice humming, a rush of vibration running through you. A few thorough sucks of your clit made you bang your fist against the table. “Fuck!”, you exclaimed. As luck would have it, you were losing your bet in the game and your exclamation was interpreted as one of disappointment. 

Your body stiffened. You had to be more cautious. Those first few times were just luck, your next rush of pleasure may not coincide with a moment to cheer or exclaim in frustration about, in the game. Teddy could sense this hesitance from under the table and gave a harsh playful bite at your inner thigh.

You bit your lip to stifle a gasp, and instead clenched your thighs around his head and squeezed as a means to chide him. Though he groaned in slight pain, it only cued another vibration from his voice to surge through you. Feeling a dose of impulsiveness, you wrapped your legs tighter around his neck pulling him back to your core.

Taken aback, Teddy nuzzled against your clit again. You could feel a smirk begin to etch across his face again and you raised an eyebrow curious what was to follow. Teddy delved his tongue deep inside you, turning his head in a way that buried his nose against your clit while his tongue made work against your walls. Your breaths became out of sync with his, as you began bucking your hips around for deeper contact. Your movements were thankfully disguised as a bouncing of impatience by the surrounding people.  

You tipped your head back in pleasure, though as you looked up, you saw Reggie. He took one look at you and fluttered his eyes down, grinning to himself. Teddy must’ve done exactly as he was instructed. You furrowed your brows at Reggie, who greeted your stare with a mockingly innocent raise of his eyebrows, before moving along and disappearing into the crowd. You chided yourself for thinking you had the Krays wrapped around your finger. You had your fun thinking they were worrying over your enjoyment at the casino, all the while they were certain that they could ensure you were having a great time, and profiting off your endorsement while making a fool out of you.

The roulette wheel took its last spin, when you found yourself on the brink of release. Teddy was merciless, not allowing your growing sensitivity to hinder his speed. “Oh… oh… oh…” Your gasps and moans grew louder, coinciding with the slowing speed of the wheel as everyone looked to see where the ball would land.

A loud wave of cheers from everyone took over, as you let out a long moan, Teddy removing his face just in time for your release to drip down your legs. Your breaths grew heavy and quick, your core sore and your head weak from a violent rush of pleasure. You didn’t care that you had won yet another bet. All you wanted was Teddy to lick you clean of the mess he caused between your thighs, before you’d pull him back up from under the table forcing him in a heated kiss. Despite your hunger for him being satiated, you still wanted more. And you hated it. He made a spectacle out of you, and not only did you oblige, but you couldn’t get enough of it.

Before you could allow Teddy to coax anything more from you, you got up from the table, retreating quickly. Paying no mind to the cold rush between your legs, your release dripping down you, you briskly made your way to the stairs leading out the casino. You picked up your pace upon hearing a set of footsteps catching up behind you, but you were too late.

“Not so fast, love.” You gasped as a pair of arms reached around you aggressively. Teddy pulled you flush against him, his teeth grazing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m not finished with you.”

You turned your head slightly to face him, almost moaning at the sight of your juices lingering on his lips. “I’m to make spectacle outta you, ‘member?”

Still weak and disoriented, you muttered. “Reggie seemed pleased with you. Your job is done.”

“Oh, I’ve done that first part for the Krays, sure. This is for me.” He grinned. 

You greeted this with a confused frown. “You’ve no interest in me. I was just a job for you and when I’m not that, I’m just something you love goading to arouse your damn ego.”

“You’re exactly right, darling.” That stupid hope you felt that he would argue against the notion of you meaning nothing to him, was shot down in a heartbeat. His apathetic, blunt tone nearly sparking a rise out of you. “Nothing gets my cock harder than being revered. Being in dear Ronnie’s shadow all the time, I don’t get revered often, y’see...” Teddy grinned against the back of your neck, his breath steaming your tender spot. It took everything in your strength to refrain from shivering at the sensation. 

“Now, you… You are no stranger to it…” Teddy’s hands ran its way up your body, feeling up your curves before pulling you even closer against him, his fingers grasping around your breasts. “If people saw me parading the Duchess of Haggerston around the casino... her letting out those pitiful moans ‘cause of me, cum dripping out her cunt and down her legs ‘cause of me… the stares I’d get… I could wank to that prestige for a whole bloody year.”

You pulled Teddy’s arms off you, turning around to face him and shooting him a brutal glare. Your eyes flickered down, spotting your panties blatantly hanging out the breast pocket of his blazer. He followed your eyes, grinning smugly at the panties, as if it was a medal of honour he wanted to flash proudly. “You’re psychotic, Teddy.”

“Do you object, Duchess?” He flashed a smile. You hated how confident he was, how sure he was that he had you wrapped around his finger. 

You felt a heat rising within you. Whether it was in a rage at Teddy’s intentions to humiliate you to arouse his ego, or in a reluctance to acknowledge the desire for him that still remained, it grew unbearable. You could feel everyone’s eyes on both of you. Your eyes glanced down at Teddy’s lips, and he lifted his head daring you to proceed with what you’ve been pining for since the moment you set eyes on him. 

With everyone looking, it would earn him the kind of attention that could supposedly make his cock hard, but for you, it was a mere case of quenching the mad desire to taste as much of him as you could. You knew by kissing him, he’d of won, and you would’ve surrendered your dignity all for a mobster’s boy toy.

“Fuck it.” You hissed sharply before tugging Teddy’s tie, forcing his lips against yours. You kissed him feverishly, desperate to savour the taste of him and the taste of yourself that still remained on his lips, paying no mind to the stares that burned your way. 

After all those times you would bear witness to ‘Mad’ Teddy Smith being nothing more than Ronald Kray’s toy, it seemed it was time Teddy was granted a toy of his own. 

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Sink Or Swim

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Tuesday, 18:04

Song: Wingtip - Strangers

“Okay, fuck,” Jayden laughs, shoving Kes aside. “Enough bullshitting about me. Time to listen to Lucas.”

Lucas sighs wistfully. “I miss your bullshit though.”

“Do you really though?” Kes questions.

Jayden shoves him again in protest and Lucas laughs, even though his chest is aching because he really does miss them. He misses everything about them, and about his other friends, and his home, and his mother. He misses Utrecht in general. It only gets stronger ever time he sees them, or every time they simply text him, or make a post that he isn’t involved in at all.

He also feels like he has been neglecting them, slightly. It has been harder than he expected to keep up with everything at once. He can only deal with so much interaction on certain days. Others, it still manages to exhaust him. He has found himself needing to plan these more lengthy interactions, needing time to gather himself before being presented to his best friends.

He’s just finding it a little hard, to keep lying to them.

“Nah, look at him, he’s right at home. Bet he likes his new buddies Jens and whoever better,” Jayden mock sniffles.

It’s especially hard when they say things like that.

It would be so easy to tell them, right now. To smirk at Jayden and tell him that he’s right, and that he should be glad, because he probably wouldn’t appreciate Lucas liking him quite as much as he likes Jens. He could make a light-hearted joke out of it, then assure them he is in fact serious when they laugh, and it would finally be out. He would finally be out, and he wouldn’t even have to say the words. His best friends would finally know him completely.

Then…what then?

He doesn’t know. He has imagined endless scenarios of how they would react, and none of them are in his favour.

It doesn’t matter how much he tells himself that they are the chillest people he knows. That he has never seen them be anything less than entirely open and accepting. It has never mattered because he has never had to test their acceptance of him.

He also doesn’t want to tell them over video-call, even though the chicken side of him points out the upside.

Video-calling also makes it easier for him to accidentally give himself away.

“I would’ve been okay with like a second’s hesitation but that’s just hella rude, Luc,” Kes pokes his head back in, leaning half-over Jayden as he smiles. It looks mildly concerned.

“No, sorry,” Lucas shakes his head, huffing a laugh. “I told you, they’re not you guys.”

“But they’re treating you good now, right? Didn’t you sort things out with Jens?” Kes prods, and Lucas tries very hard not to blush.

His situation with Jens now is drastically different to that of two weeks ago, when he’d spoken to them last. Lucas still hasn’t come to terms with it himself. If he really were to tell them, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. He’d probably throw up before he could even get the words out, with how quickly anxiety churns his stomach at the mere thought.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“You don’t sound very convinced,” Jayden says dubiously.

Lucas has to admit that he isn’t.

Kes nods in agreement. “I’m starting to get worried when it’s like this every time we call you, Luc. Are you really okay there?”

“No, I am,” Lucas assures. “At least I always think I am, and then I actually see you guys and I...it just reminds me that I could be there but I’m not. Then I start thinking about why, and what I’m missing, and the fact that I already don’t talk to you guys as much as expected and I haven’t actually seen you at all and it sucks.”

“Hey, Luc,” Kes soothes, “we’re right here. Whenever you can come, we’ll still be here. We’ll always be here. This is our last year of school. When we’re going to uni, you can come home. He can’t say no to getting a flat with us then, right?”

Lucas blows out a sigh. “I guess not. But that’s still a really long time.”

“So get your ass back here,” Jayden insists. “Go talk to your dad. Right now.”

“He’s in the shower…”

“Perfect. He won’t spend a bunch of time arguing when he’s naked.”

Lucas scrunches his nose as Kes makes a sound of protest and shoves Jayden out of the way, drawing the laptop onto his knee. “Okay. Don’t listen to Jayden. Go talk to him as soon as he comes out. You need to be calm, and apologetic, but firm okay? He needs to know you’re taking it seriously. You understand your mistakes, yada yada, you’ll get depressed if you don’t see my face in person soon, blah blah, and you’re on the next train.”

Lucas huffs. “That simple.”

“It’s that simple,” Kes says, suddenly serious. “Just ask. Your new pals can’t begrudge you one weekend and neither can your dad.”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t sure about it the last time.”

“But you were,” Jayden points out, leaning on Kes’s shoulder to bring himself back into the frame. “You were serious about it. Don’t you miss us as much anymore?”

It’s teasing, but instead of joking back, Lucas softens. “More,” he admits.

“Then that should be enough motivation shouldn’t it? What’s holding you back?” Kes asks.

Lucas’s initial thought is Jens, but it isn’t the boy himself that is making Lucas hold back from his friends. It’s Lucas, and how he is with Jens, and the fact that he doesn’t want to lie about it anymore.

But nothing scares him more than telling the truth.

He just wants his friends to always look at him the way they are now. Soft and sure and knowing, familiar in the way that only comes with years of interaction. Patient and understanding and easy.

He doesn’t want that to change, but he can’t be sure that it won’t.

But maybe it needs to.

Just, not quite yet.

“I haven’t spoken to her since I left,” he admits softly, looking down at his lap and picking at the bedsheets, reminding himself to steal that ring again.

Kes and Jayden are quiet for a moment. It’s eventually Kes who tests the waters further. “But that’s natural when she’s been committed, right?”

“They can still use their phones. She sent me a few texts.”

“And you haven’t replied to any?”

“I don’t know what to say to Bible verses.”

They’re quiet again.

“You know you can stay with us,” Jayden says. “You don’t even have to think about it. It’s not even a question.”

Lucas smiles slightly, offering a grateful nod. He hasn’t been planning on using it as an excuse to actually say no, anyway. “Okay. I’m going to ask him. I’ll call you back after.”

“Fuck, now?” Kes leans forward, excited.

“Yep. Wish me luck.”

They call out their good lucks, and Lucas hangs up, shutting his laptop as he runs a hand through his hair. He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands as he makes his way to the kitchen, sitting himself at the small round table as he waits.

His sleeve has frayed by the time his father joins him, looking surprised to see Lucas waiting. Lucas smiles nervously and his father raises his brows.

“What’s this?”

Lucas shakes his head, licks his lips, realises he should have prepared instead of panicking. “I was just wondering if my curfew is ending anytime soon.”

Hugo purses his lips as he moves to one of the overhead cupboards, taking a mug out as he flicks on the kettle. “Another party or something coming up?”

“No, just...I was actually wondering about going home. For the weekend.”

Hugo turns around to look at him, placing his hands on the counter behind him. He switches his gaze to the ground, scuffing his foot over it. “I haven’t been trying to keep you from your friends.”

“I know.”

“That’s not what your punishment is about.”

“I know.”

“I don’t even know what it’s about, at this stage,” the man admits, rubbing a hand over his face. He looks to Lucas again. “Your mother got out at the weekend.”

Lucas’s shoulders tense naturally. “She did?”

“Yes. I spoke to her on Sunday. She sounds better.”

For now. She’s better for now.

“Okay?”

“So you could stay with her, if you wanted. But I understand if you’d rather stay with your friends.”

Lucas can barely realise the acceptance in the statement, focusing purely on the information regarding his mother and the new offer in place. He could still go and stay with Jayden in the flatshare. Or he could go home. Really home, to the building and the room and the bed he’d stayed in all his life. To his posters and his old paintings and the scratches in the door frame, marking his life out in notches of growth.

To his mother, who he has barely let himself think about, but misses more than he thought possible.

“Really? I can actually do that, this weekend?”

“If that’s what you want,” his father shrugs. The kettle boils, and he turns away again to fill the mug, stirring the tea bag in the warmth before lifting it out. “I’m not trying to keep you from your mother either, Luc. I know she’d be happy to see you. She was always happy to see you.”

She hadn’t been. Not always.

But Lucas is surprised by the sudden realisation that he really, really wants to see her.

“This isn’t a test?” He eyes his dad carefully, prodding just once more as hope fills his chest.

“Come on, buddy, I’m not that bad am I?”

Lucas is out of his chair and wrapping his arms around the older man before he realises it himself. Hugo stands stiff, but eventually turns around to hug him back, squeezing tight where Lucas expects a few awkward pats. It’s surprisingly comfortable, surprisingly easy. His arms fit snugly, overlapping, around his father’s waist and he’s tall enough to tuck his chin over his shoulder and close his eyes for a brief second.

“Thank you,” Lucas murmurs.

Hugo gives him another squeeze. “I’m still not giving you your weed back.”

[lollercakesff]

Home Bound

Survive. Escape. Go home? To what home?

Jyn and Cassian escape from Scarif and settle on a small planet in the outer rim where the traditions are vibrant and the Rebellion barely scratches at their front door. Years pass, they live. But then the scratching at their door gets heavier, and heavier, and soon there’s a knock that calls them back into the service. They go because to say no would go against their very fiber, but when everything they’ve come to know disappears, how do they remember what they’re fighting for?

Survive. Escape. Go home. Right?

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Part One:

Step 1: Survive.

Step 2: Get off Scarif

Step 3: Get back to Yavin V

Step 4: …. Step 4?

They make it through steps one through three and he doesn’t understand how exactly it happens. One second he’s on a beach and the sky's alight and the heat is almost unbearable but for her body wrapped around his… Next, he’s tucked in a medbay bed on a ship with his hand wrapped up in Jyn’s, her grip tight despite the soft breaths filling his room. He doesn’t know what’s supposed to come next and for once, maybe he’s okay with that.

And so he pulls her hand closer and ignores the twinge in his spine as he wraps himself around her, unwilling to let the heat from before eat him alive like his mind is convinced it will.

---

They settle on Calabriana, a small planet in the Outer Rim where nobody knows their names. The anonymity was a requirement after Scarif, after the desolation of Yavin V, after Hoth.

Cassian and Jyn had stuck around the Rebellion after Scarif to fight and it had been years of it, endless days of missions that had picked at their open wounds until one day - a day like any other - Cassian had come back to his bunk to find Jyn curled up in his cot, shivering and vacant.

“Jyn?” Cassian breathes, hesitating at his door. It wasn’t that she was here, in his room, which made him pause. Nor was it finding her in his bed, even though they never explicitly talked about that . No, the panic in his chest wasn’t any of those things. It was the look on her face, the way it didn’t flicker to life like it normally would. Something was wrong. “Are you alright?”

She doesn’t respond, not verbally at least. All she does do is close her eyes until her brow furrows and her breathing seems to stop under his inspection. It's enough to bring him to her side, his hand coming to her cheek as he drops to his knees beside her.

“Come back to me,” he whispers softly, the words unfamiliar on his lips.

They had always been her words, murmured into his temple after a bad dream, after a mission went sideways and she had to come find him. Her fingers on his chin, her cheek pressed to his brow so he didn’t have to hide his pained expression.

“Jyn, come back,” he repeats and her eyes blink open, flickering up to meet his. He exhales a shaky breath and slides his thumb along her jaw. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shakes her head and he follows as she pulls him into the bed, her small frame tucking into his chest as though she was set to disappear into him.

An hour passes. Then two. It’s late when she whispers what she needs, the feeling resonating within him like a ricocheted gunshot.

“I can’t be here anymore. I need to leave. Come with me?”

He doesn’t think before he utters his reply: “Yes.”

It’s two days later that they’re boarding their ship, the half-repaired K2SO droid packed away and their small bag of worldly possessions fastened in the hold.

Leia had come to say goodbye, as had Draven and Bodhi and Kes. Their small farewell had gone mostly unannounced. The heroes of Scarif disappeared into the sky, almost as though their lives in the Rebellion after Scarif were but ghosts haunting hallways. Maybe they had been.

---

Life on Calabriana was hard. Not in the sense of working themselves to death or being required to go on high risk missions every day like an endless rotation of pain and misery. No. It was hard in the way that living a quiet life after so much suffering was hard. It was the silence, and the calm way that life moved like a snake in the grass, weaving and slithering through time until it rounded in and tried to consume itself.

At first, Cassian was sure they’d made a mistake. His hours helping build a home were well spent, yes, but the nights were almost unbearable. There was no intel to keep his mind occupied when the nightmares wouldn’t cease, no halls to endlessly walk until he fell asleep on a crate or in a corner hidden from view. On Calabriana, there was only silence and the creak of the floors under his feet, Jyn’s bedroom door always closed as he debated raising his fist and disturbing her sleep. He doesn’t, at least not until one day she pulls it open and reaches for his hand, drawing him into her room and into her bed.

Neither of them say it out loud but every sleepless night from that night on - and even some in between - ends with finding solace in one another’s arms. And then one night, as Cassian hovers in her doorway as she readies for sleep, he straightens and finally pulls himself together.

“I don’t want to sleep in my own bed anymore,” he admits, cautious and low.

“I thought we already gave up on that idea,” Jyn answers evenly, pulling her work top over her head and tugging one of his old shirts from her drawer to use as a nightshirt. The hem hovers mid-thigh and he forces himself not to stare even though his whole body lights with the familiar draw of her.  

“Really?” He counters and she lifts a brow in reply. In another second she’s standing before him, hands on her hips in challenge.

“Really. I asked you to leave the Rebellion with me and you did. I never really understood why you thought you needed to sleep in another room but I wasn’t going to push you. Figured you’d come around eventually.”

“You mean you were already at this point and I’ve been the one holding back?” The thought surprises him, all of the signals for the reality of their arrangement finally falling into place. Oh .

“Maybe,” she smirks and he sighs, reaching for her hips and drawing her close to his chest. The kiss is anything but chaste and in the morning when they wake - wrapped around one another like vines on a lush jungle planet - they don’t talk about how things have changed and what it means, instead choosing to simply share a room like it was a practical merging of resources.

---

Sharing a room becomes sharing a life. They work the fields together, go to town together, and when the nights are particularly cold with the seasonal change they cling and make their own heat together.

Their first few months on Calabriana pass uninterrupted by guests until one night there’s a knock on their door, a stricken look passing over Jyn’s face as Cassian gets up from where he’s settled with a story and his tea. He hesitates at the door, sucking in a breath, before he pulls it open to see a small crowd of humanoid beings huddled outside in elaborate colourful costumes. The sight makes him uneasy until one takes a breath.

And then they start to sing.

It’s maybe only five minutes. Maybe ten. Before the group nods and bids their farewells, walking off into the night as Cassian shuts the door and turns back to face Jyn who looks just as confused.

“Local greeting committee?” Jyn offers with a shrug. Cassian nods and returns to his seat, picking up his reading and trying not to think about the odd encounter.

A few days later and Jyn and Cassian venture to town, their eyes wide as they come upon the village now lit with endless flickering lights and colours all strewn about the streets. All around them people are rushing from shop to shop, arms loaded with bags and bright smiles on their faces.

“What's going on?” He asks the supply clerk nonchalantly, his attention turned towards his chip card as he swipes it across the reader.

“It’s the season of Jule. A time of gathering and well-wishing. Have you never experienced a Calabrianan Jule before?” Cassian shakes his head and glances over to where Jyn is running her fingers along a scarf on display, her lips quirked up in a small smile. “Well, it is a wonderful time to be here. You must attend the feast. Three days from now in the market - bring your partner and gift her that lovely piece she’s admiring - it’s tradition.”

“How much for it?” Cassian asks by way of thanks. The man adds the cost to his bill and promises to wrap the gift up ahead of the festival.

Cassian doesn’t know what he’s promised to attend - was the feast a sacrificial ceremony or truly a happy occasion, he wasn't sure - but he isn’t concerned. None of the research he’d managed to dig up on this planet had talked about ritual sacrifice, so they’d probably be fine.

He hoped, at least.

---

The day of the feast, Cassian has to challenge Jyn to a competition to get her out of the house. She's too busy lounging like a Lothkat, curled up under a blanket as she enjoys her tea and hides away from the chill that has settled outside.

"I'll do the dishes for a week if you win. If I win, you have to come with me to town later," he offers, tweaking her toes with his fingers until she grins and pulls them out of his grip.

"Fine. Get the dice."

He wins by sheer luck, or at least that's what he tells himself as she rolls another snake-eyes. Two hours later and they're back in town, coming upon the small community at dusk. The lights flicker across the growing darkness and Cassian swears he can see stars in Jyn's eyes, her look of awe beautiful and serene and so far from the haunted look she'd worn the day she asked him to leave with her.

"They say there's a feast," Cassian says easily, starting to lead them forward and through the small alleys towards the market. Jyn sticks to his side and keeps her hand curled in the fabric of his pocket, holding on as they weave between groups of people, little families sprawling across swaths of space.

"A feast of what, exactly?" Jyn counters evenly, though there's no harshness to her words.

"Not sure. But the guy at the shop said we should come and I figured… if we're going to settle here we might as well try to follow some of their customs to blend in. Unless - "

"No, you're right. We can keep to ourselves but I think eventually we need to engage a bit. Good call," she adds. Cassian laughs tightly and reaches for her hand, pulling it into his own.

"Don't congratulate me yet, we've still got to survive tonight."

They arrive into the bustle of the market and are stopped short by the sight they come upon. It's like Home Base after a victory, the crowd thriving and music filling the space around the shouts of excitement. A giant tree fills the center of the square, its bows filled with lights and ornaments that sparkle and glint in the changing light. Around them, children chase each other and adults fill tables with food and drink and laughter. It feels foreign to stand on the edge, looking in at a community that wasn't theirs.

"You made it!" The clerk greets, lifting himself from his table and beckoning them over. Cassian clutches tightly to Jyn's hand and seeks her approval with a glance, her returning squeeze urging them forward. "And you've brought your lovely partner. Sit! Join us!"

They're settled into seats at the crowded table and handed cups and a bottle of something tangy. Jyn seems to evaluate the substance before pouring herself some and dipping a finger in for a taste. Cassian watches as she frowns and then softens to an easy smile, eventually lifting to take a sip. With her approval, Cassian pours himself a cup and let's the man - Hinar, as he introduces himself - bring them up to speed on the celebration.

Twelve nights of celebration. Food, family, friends as a theme with occasional gifts given to each other on the last night. An ancient tradition brought from across the universe and combined into one massive festival celebrated around the small planet.

The whole thing awed Cassian, the joy and the brightness and the welcoming nature of everyone around them. He'd never seen Jyn laugh so freely and the lightness of it was contagious, filling him too and loosening his tension for the first time in months. This was a planet still untouched by war, its few resources and minimal population making it unattractive to those looking to bleed a planet dry. They would be safe here, he was sure of it, or at least that's what he told Jyn as they wandered home a bit tipsy and a bit light on their feet.

"I think we could build something here," he murmurs as she leans into his side, the navy scarf he'd gifted her wrapped loosely around her neck.

"What do you mean?" It's not accusatory and he thinks that's good, right?

"If… if you wanted to make something out of the rest of this life. Together. I think we could do it here."

She slows her pace as they linger in the yard, her gaze finding his in the low light.

"Are you asking me to - "

"Yes. Whatever we want it to be. But I want to build it. With you."

Her eyes stay locked onto his, the colours swirling in the low light as she chews the inside of her cheek. The silence is almost deafening and he nearly takes it back, the proposal burning the back of his throat.

But then she lifts up on her toes and reaches her arms around his neck, drawing him down towards her waiting lips.

"Yes," she whispers later into his chest, her body perched over his as he slowly comes down from his release. Her sweaty sticky skin slides across his and she wraps herself around him, their breathing coming into sync. “I want to build something. With you.”

He thinks maybe this was what Step Four was about, all those months ago.

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Catching Feelings 6/? (Keanu x OFC)

Summary: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to  Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for   escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget   her ex. Neither of them are expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5)

Author’s Notes: Another week, another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it and as always, feedback is appreciated.

Wordcount: 3375

Warnings: smutish (dirty talk; powerplay; choking; lots and lots of teasing)

Keanu blinked blearily and confused as he looked around his room, trying to figure out what had woken him up this early. His brain was still dazed, his movements sluggish as he followed the noise, hand finally landing on his cellphone which had found its way under the bed somehow.

The sight of Steph’s name flashing across the screen finally kickstarted his brain and he rushed to answer the call, getting caught in a yawn as the facetime call connected.

“Shit! I woke you up. I’m sorry.” She winced, her tone apologetic and he smiled, waving off her apologies.

“It’s fine,” Keanu replied, voice still thick with sleep as he settled back on the pillows. “I needed to get up anyway.”

When Keanu had left Steph’s house the night he went to pick up his bike, he once again thought that would be the end of this thing they had. He hated himself for walking away, even after she cleared up the entire thing with Kevin, but he really thought it would be for the best.

He was falling in love with her way too hard and that was a problem. She was his client and nothing more. Or at least that was what Keanu tried to tell himself until the night he got home after a meeting a client and found a voicemail from Steph. He had no idea how she got her number, but her ramblings on how much she missed him warmed his heart, right until the part the call disconnected suddenly, and Keanu was left wondering if Steph was alright.

Panic only grew when she didn’t reply to his calls or texts and he was already looking up ways to find out where she was staying when Steph finally called back, letting him know she was fine. There were a handful of times Keanu felt that kind of sheer relief in his life and all of them associated with people he loved with all his heart. As if he needed any more proof of his own feelings. The ones he was running from for the past two months.

However, Keanu decided he was done running and that was what made him call her again later. To make sure she was feeling better and make it clear that what he had with her, it wasn’t something he did with just anyone. Keanu might be an escort, but not all money in the world could make him care for someone as he cared for her and he needed Steph to know that.

Admitting to it was liberating and the facetime calls became a routine for them. At least once a day they would talk, share about their day; chat about stupid things, everything and nothing and all in between.

Steph would send random texts throughout the day, pictures of stuff she thought he would find funny. While Keanu would send the things about home he knew she loved and missed.

It was a very welcome change in their… relationship? Friendship?  Keanu had no idea how to call it, but for the first time, he knew it was completely real. There was no money involved. No strings attached, no confusion due to sex. Though he really missed the mind-blowing sex they had, strangely enough, a month of this, talking every day and joking and trying to watch Netflix together even though there were an ocean and several timezones separating them and Steph seemed to have zero self-control and would always watch an episode or two without him was proving to be even more fulfilling. Even if it meant waking up at crack of dawn to talk to Steph when she was coming back from a whole day of shooting like she was now.

Keanu took a moment to really look at her, drinking the sight of her, no makeup, her hair pulled up and away from her face with the exception of a lock of hair that must have gotten loose and was falling over her big brown eyes. To him, she would never look more beautiful and Keanu felt the proverbial butterflies on his stomach as he watched her.

“You look tired,” Steph commented, disappearing off-screen a second before two soft thuds reached his ears. Probably her boots hitting the carpeted floor. “Long night?”

“Yeah. Got home around 2 a.m.,” Keanu said, scratching his five o’clock shadow. He had been toying with the idea of growing a beard, but Mike, their producer, shot the idea down. It wasn’t the look they were going for.

Steph only hummed noncommittally, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as she looked away and Keanu smirked, his heart picking up speed because he knew that look very well. He spotted that look several times through the last few weeks whenever any magazine or gossip site splashed pictures of Steph and her handsome co-star along with rumors of them dating.

“Dogstar had a gig,” he explained, making her look up startled. “Our first paying one. I mean, it barely covered gas, but still…”

“That’s amazing, Ke!” Her grin was blinding, and his heart did a little flip in his chest. He was head over heels of this woman and there was no point in denying anymore. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, ducking his head a little as he felt his cheeks warm. “Maybe you can come to one of them when you get back.”

“I’d love to,” Steph grinned, picking up the phone and moving through the room. The image shook for a bit before it stabilized again and Keanu could no longer see her, only the white tiles of the bathroom. “We still have another month to go. Next week we’re flying back to Paris for some additional scenes. I’ve always wanted to spend my birthday there, but I didn’t think I’d be alone.”

“Where are you?” Keanu asked, scanning the frame, hearing her giggle before her face showed up again, but sideways.

“I’m changing,” she replied.

“So? Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Keanu pointed out with a smirk and Steph rolled her eyes but came fully into view.

She had taken her sweater off and stood there in jeans and her bra and Keanu could already feel his body responding to the sight of all her gorgeous skin. Her hands fell to her buttons, undoing them so damn slowly he wished he could push them away and do it himself.

Steph turned her back on him before pushing the jeans down, actually giving her ass a little wiggle to shimmy out of them and Keanu groaned, his boxers tight over his growing erection.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he complained, rubbing himself and she had the gall to look over her shoulder with her best ‘who? Me?’ look, complete with that big doe eyes and pout and Keanu chuckled. “You were saying something about your birthday.”

“Yeah,” she said, her expression softening a little as she sat on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on. “It’s the big three-oh and I’ll be here all by myself.” Steph shrugged. “I mean, sure Vincent is taking me to dinner and I appreciate it, but none of my friends will be here. The real ones at least…”

Keanu bit his cheek to keep himself from reacting to the mention of Vincent. It wasn’t that he was jealous, he just… Who was he kidding? It was exactly because he was jealous, but it wasn’t enough to divert his attention from what really mattered. How sad she looked at the prospect of spending her birthday without her true friends.

“When is it again?” he asked, an idea popping in his head. A terrible, unbelievably crazy idea.

---

Keanu paced the room with quick steps, desperately needing to work out some of the nervous energy thrumming through his body and movement had always been the way he did it. Be it by waving his hands around when he was speaking or bouncing his knee or walking around.

Moving his body always had a soothing effect in his mind for some reason and tonight he needed all his strategies to calm himself because if this crazy plan of his backfired, Keanu really didn’t know what he would do.

He had always been an impulsive guy, making decisions without thinking them through. It was what took him to Los Angeles; it was what almost killed him in that mountainside years ago. And now it was what could completely ruin the best relationship Keanu had in a long time.

What if Steph didn’t like the surprise? What if she thought he was crazy for flying all the way to Paris on her birthday without telling her? Yes, she said she wished her real friends could be here to celebrate with her, but it was Keanu who assumed he was included in that category. What if he was wrong? What if he was in love with her, but she wasn’t? What if…

The sound of the phone made him jump and Keanu nearly stumbled on his own feet trying to get it, answering with a quick hello.

“I delivered the envelope, Mr. Reeves,” the concierge spoke, his accent thick and making his words almost indecipherable. “She’s on her way up.”

“Thank you.”

His hands shook as he hung up and hurried through the process of lighting up the candles and dimming the lights, before coming to sit on the edge of the bed, fighting off the urge of bouncing his feet as the minutes ticked by with no sign of her. He adjusted his collar, feeling a little breathless.

What if she went to her own room instead? What if she thought it was some kind of mean joke or a trap from the press? What if she didn’t come at all?

Keanu’s heart lunged in his chest at the low chime of the electronic lock and he got to his feet, coming face to face with a stunned Steph. She stood there for a moment, eyes wide, mouth hanging open and he forced a small, awkward smile.

“Happy birthday?” he said with hesitation, wondering if she hated the surprise until her face shifted into a smile and she all but threw herself on his arms.

Keanu breathed out a sigh of relief, cradling her close to his body, nose buried into her head, breathing in the familiar scent of strawberries. He missed her more than he first realized.

“I thought maybe…” she started, pulling back a little and looking at Keanu with eyes full of wonder and affection. “When you asked me about my birthday, but you didn’t say anything else, I thought it was just wishful thinking, but you’re here.”

“Yeah,” Keanu smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “Is that ok?”

“It’s the best birthday present I could hope for,” Steph said, her lips pulling into a grin. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Keanu cupped her cheek, tracing her face with his thumb, almost as if trying to recommit her features to memory. It wasn’t the same, seeing her through facetime. It didn’t do her justice.

Her hands crossed behind his neck, fingers playing with his hair, massaging his scalp and Keanu tried not to tense as they came way too close to his secret, but since she didn’t seem to notice, he just sighed happily, leaning into the touch for a second, before bending his head and meeting her lips for a kiss, something he was longing for weeks.

Their lips molded perfectly together, finding their rhythm with barely any effort; their tongues moving against one another, tasting and exploring, relearning each other as their hands found their way under their clothes, searching warm skin and familiar curves.

Keanu struggled to get her out of her coat and scarf while her hand moved over his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans and groaned against her lips, getting lost in the feel of it before pulling back and catching her hand.

“I’ve got you a cake,” he announced, and Steph chuckled and nodded, letting Keanu move away from her and lead the way to the table.

Her small gasp at the sight of the black forest mini cake made Keanu grin proudly as Steph glanced from the sugary treat and back at him.

“How did you know it was my favorite?” she asked, and he just shrugged, trying for nonchalant, but feeling so stupidly happy for having put that happy smile on her face. He had googled it like a stalker, but her expression was definitely worth it.

He pulled a chair out for her with one hand, while the other dug through his pocket for the candle and lighter. To Keanu’s surprise, Steph pushed him on the seat and got on his lap, making sure to squirm and wiggle over his cock, dragging out a grunt from him.

“Fucking tease,” he complained, making her chuckle.

“Careful there, Ke. If you keep using that kinda language, I’ll have to gag you,” Steph warned, giving him a sideways smirk. “Or maybe just put that mouth to better use.”

“Cake first” Keanu reminded, arms coming around her to set the candle between the two decorative cherries before lighting it up. “Then you can tie me and gag me and whatever else you want.”

“Is that a promise?” Steph asked her voice low, sounding almost dangerous as she turned sideways on his lap so she could look at him and Keanu gulped, a shiver running down his spine at the look in her eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, meeting her gaze.

Had any woman ever made him feel like this before? Get him this hot and horny with just one look and a couple of suggestive words? Keanu was pretty sure the answer to that was a no. Steph had just a way of turning him on or making him learn things about himself that he never thought it would be possible. It was liberating and that was why he got her that present in the first place. If it wasn’t for Steph, Keanu would never know how much he wanted to try that with her.

At last, Steph turned her attention to the cake in front of her, arching her eyebrow at him Keanu and with a small blush, he sang her happy birthday, his voice low and unsteady. He had no idea why he felt shy about that, but he did.

“You’ve got a nice voice, babe,” she said kissing his cheek.

“I really don’t.” Keanu ducked his head and chuckle. “Anyway, make a wish.”

There was a moment of silence and Steph leaned over, blowing the candle, before turning on Keanu’s lap until she was straddling him and catching his lips in a hungry kiss, rolling her hips tantalizingly and he moaned against her mouth, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his jeans.

“Aren’t you…?”

“Later,” she cut him off, lips traveling over his jaw until she caught his earlobe between them, sucking lightly and pleasure shot through Keanu, his hands tightening over her thighs almost at their own accord. “Right now, I just you to fuck me.”

Keanu tensed for a second, hesitant and unsure of what he was about to propose. Steph felt it and pulled back, giving him a worried look.

“Something’s wrong?”

“No…” he breathed out, brushing away the hair from her face and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I just… got you something.”

“You didn’t have to, Ke,” she hurried to say, and he thought he saw her flush. “Just the fact that you flew all the way here…”

“I wanted to…” he assured, patting her leg gently so she would stand up and he could move to his suitcase and get it.

Keanu hesitated, back turned to her, box in his hands. He took another breath, before facing Steph again and handing it to her. It was a simple black rectangular box, wrapped with a blue bow. Steph pulled it loose and opened the lid, frowning at its contents.

“A chain?” she asked with a confused frown, looking up at him.

“A-uh leash, actually,” Keanu explained, swallowing hard as he unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his shirt, exposing the leather collar around his neck and Steph gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. “Is this ok?”

“Ke… I…” she stuttered, meeting his gaze again. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his smile a little hesitant, but very hopeful. “I thought a lot about it and… I never came as hard jerking off as when I was picturing this. I want it.”

She watched him for a moment as if trying to spot a lie in his statement or stance and he fought the urge to squirm under her scrutiny. Keanu knew Steph just wanted to make sure he wasn’t just trying to please her, which he was, to an extent, but this was about him as much as it was about her.

Finally, she moved closer to him, eyes never leaving his as she undid the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders before caressing his chest, slowly making her way to the black band circling his neck.

Her small fingers ran over the edge gently, before she slipped one finger under the collar, making it tighter and Keanu swallowed hard, shuddering at the feel of it restraining his breathing just a little, making him gasp.

“Oh, babe…” Steph whispered, voice low and sultry as she petted his cheek. “You really like this, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.” It still amazed Keanu how quickly he slipped into this whenever she used that tone with him. It was almost a pavlovian reaction by now.

“Then who am I to deny you?” she smirked at him, crooking her finger and tugging lightly on the collar and Keanu followed the motion, bending his head closer to her. Being rewarded with a dirty, searing kiss. “Especially when you’ve been such a good boy.”

She let go of him and took a step back, once again just watching him, lip between her teeth, her eyes dark and full of want.

“You look so beautiful like this, Ke,” Steph said, and he felt his cheeks heating up in embarrassment, so he ducked his head, dodging her eyes and shifting in place, hands clasped together in front of his body. “And you’re blushing? That’s so sweet.”

“Please…” his voice was low, pleading.

Not only he didn’t like being complimented like that, but his body felt like was about to combust and he was so hard it was getting painful. He couldn’t wait anymore. Keanu just wanted her. Almost desperately.

She smiled at him and nodded, moving closer once again and turning her back to him, exposing the zipper of her dress.

“Go ahead.”

He pulled it down slowly, the fabric parting to reveal her back and the purple lace of her bra. Keanu pulled the zipper all the way it would go, before pushing the straps of the dress off her shoulders, letting his lips graze over her nape and smiling lightly when goosebumps rose on her skin.

“I don’t remember allowing you to touch,” Steph chided softly, turning around to look at him and Keanu groaned at the sight before him. She was so damn beautiful.

“Sorry ma’am,” he mumbled, head down.

“No, you’re not.” She smirked.

She grabbed the chain from the box, before clasping it on the metal link on the collar and tugging on it tentatively. Keanu gasped and moaned at the feel of it, the way it tightened and led his movements. His cock twisted inside his pants, making his stumble forward even more uncomfortable.

With her free hand, Steph undid his jeans, shoving it down his hips and clicking her tongue at his lack of underwear. Keanu couldn’t care for anything except the relief of finally having his erection free.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased, pulling on the leash again with one hand, while the other stroked his cock and Keanu’s brain short-circuited at the combination of sensations.

Steph swallowed his moans in another kiss before she nipped on his bottom lip and pulled back to look at his dazed, unfocused eyes.

“This is gonna be fun.”

xx(tbc) xxx

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Decked up in a beautiful red lehnga, Naina took a quick tour around the room. As she glanced through, a photo frame with a photograph of her enjoying in the rain, kept on the side table of the bed, caught her attention. The photograph was taken without her knowledge, yet the memories associated with it, made her lips curve into a smile. She had topped the final year University examinations and the unanticipated rain had doubled her joy. She was basking in the glory of her success oblivious of her surroundings when Preeti took that picture. She laughed at her childishness and stopped in her tracks when she saw her reflection in the mirror and realisation dawned upon her. She was no longer the same carefree, chirpy, happy go lucky girl who had big dreams. The girl who stared at her across the mirror was someone's wife. The vermillion in the parting of her hair symbolised her marital status. The seven pheras taken around the sacred fire few hours before, had bounded her to her husband for seven births. She was Naina Sameer Maheshwari now. Her mind drifted to the memories of the day when she had first met Sameer's nanaji at the Shiv temple. She had saved his pooja thali from falling down when his hands trembled due to the sudden increase in his blood pressure. She took care of him and didn't leave his side until he was fine. He was deeply moved by her gesture and blessed her whole heartedly before leaving for his home. Naina had long forgotten about the incident until one fine day when she saw the same man she had helped in the mandir standing at her doorstep along with his family. He had come to her house to ask  her hand for his grandson. On learning that the man was none other than Jayprakash Maheshwari, the renowned industrialist, Naina was shocked to  the core and so was her Taiji who had never thought in her weirdest dreams that Naina would get an alliance from such a rich family. That was the first day she had seen Sameer. Girls in her family were not allowed to look at boys directly in front of elders, so all she could manage was to catch a few glimpses here and there. Before leaving, Nanaji asked Naina to come forward and patted on her head affectionately 'Janti ho Naina, jis din mai tumhe mandir me mila tha, tum mere man ko bhaa gayi thi. Maine usi din soch liya tha ki mere Sameer ki Dulhan tum hi banogi. Lekin beta, tum par koi zabardasti nahi hai, ye shaadi sirf tumhari razamandi se hogi. Islie aaram se sochna aur fir faisla krna. Haan par mai ye zarur kehna chahunga ki agar tum hamare ghar aaogi to tumhe hum apni beti bana kr rakhenge. Naina's eyes began to tear up as emotions took the better of her. This was the first time when someone apart from her Chacha Chachi had talked to her with such love and warmth. Her father and taiji had always chided her for bringing bad luck to their family.  'Hume aapke jawab ka intezar rahega', saying this, Maheshwaris took their leave. The next few hours were spent in the Agarwal household quarrelling and hurling accusations at each other. While Tauji, Taiji and Rakesh  were angry at Anand for not agreeing immediately to the proposal, Anand and Bela were adamant on making Naina study further. This was not something new for Naina. Through out her growing years, she had seen her chachaji fighting for her rights while her own father never cared for her happiness. She was a burden to her father and he wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. 'Dekho Anand, mat bhulo ki Naina meri beti hai. Uski zindagi ke faisle lene ka haq sirf mujhe hai. Aur kya karoge use aage padha kar? Graduation karwa di na. Aur ab kya collector banaoge is? Ladkio ki pdhai kisi kaam ki nahi hoti.  Aur vaise bhi itnaa rishta bar bar nahi milta' shouted Rakesh wanting to make his point clear to his younger brother. Taiji supported his argument and added fuel to the fire ' Han bhai bin maa ki bacchi hai, shakal Surat bhi theek hi hai, aur tum itna acha rishta thukrana chahte ho. Nahi Anand Babu aisa nahi ho skta.' Anand tried to knock some sense into their minds but ultimately he had to give up when Rakesh threatened to leave the house and never come back. Naina who was witnessing everything standing at the corner, sighed as noone bothered coming up to her and asking what she wanted. It was normal for girls of her age to get married but Naina was different from others. All her life, she had not dreamt of any guy.  While her friends would drool over filmy heroes, she would  utilise her time in studies. After graduation, she wanted to study more and make her name in the world. She knew that she would have to get married some day but she was not ready yet. Naina badly wanted to go and tell her father that she wouldn't get married without achieving her dreams but she didn't have the courage to stand against him. Infact, if chachaji had not intervened, her father would have got her married after school only. Dejectedly, she accepted her fate. Things proceeded at a very fast pace after Agarwals agreed for the marriage. Sameer and Naina's marriage was fixed after three months. They met only twice during their courtship period that too in the presence of their families. They did not get any chance to interact as talking on phone was not allowed in her house. Neither Sameer asked to meet her alone, nor did Naina make any efforts to talk to him. Her chain of thoughts was broken as she heard footsteps approaching towards the door. Realising Sameer might be coming soon, nervousness started building up in her mind. She immediately sat down on the bed and her head started spinning with a flood of thoughts. What was she supposed to do? She had no idea what a couple was supposed to do on their wedding night. She remembered herself and Preeti asking Pooja di about her marriage night and not having the courage to listen to any of the details. Was Sameer going to do the same with her? Or would he talk to her and befriend her?  Should she tell him about her intention of studying further? Would he listen to her? She felt so stupid. She had been sulking around for the last three months without realising that she would have to face him some day. She wished she had listened to Pooja di and chachiji's advices. Sameer opened the door and froze at his place seeing his bride. She wasn't doing anything except sitting there waiting for him and yet she appeared ethereal. Owing to his busy schedule and the restrictions of not talking over the phone, Sameer hadn't really gotten to know her better. They were still strangers, strangers who were now tied into the holy bonds of matrimony. He locked the door and came to sit beside Naina. Akwardness engulfed the atmosphere as both sat in silence for the next half an hour. Naina, not accustomed to a prolonged period of silence, began looking here and there searching for something. 'Kya dhundh rahi ho?, Asked Sameer curiously. 'Vo doodh ka glass, hai hi nahi yaha pr' Naina replied confusedly. 'Mai doodh nahi pita, islie nahi rakha  hai. Tumhe peena hai to mai laa deta hun', said Sameer. 'Mujhe nahi, aapke liye chahie, Pooja didi ne kaha tha aapko dene ke liye aur maine movies me bhi dekha hai ki apne pati ko dena rehta hai. Hearing her reply, Sameer burst into peals of laughter. His response didn't go well with Naina and she asked angrily 'Aap has kyu rahe ho?' 'Has islie raha hun kyunki mjhe pata nahi tha ki meri biwi itni filmy hai. Vaise tumhe pata bhi hai, doodh ka glass kyu piya jata hai? , Sameer enquired. 'Nahi pata, pr itna zarur pata hai ki koi bhi pati apni patni par aise nahi hasta, huh,' saying this Naina turned her face sideways. Her cuteness took his heart away and he looked at her lovingly wondering how could someone be so innocent? He inched closer to her 'accha sorry, aage se nahi hasunga, maaf kar do'. Naina turned to look at him and saw him holding his ears in an apology. His antics melted away her anger and she smiled forgiving him. Confirming that her anger has subsided down, he got up and walked toward his cupboard. He took out an envelope from there and handed it to Naina. 'Ye kya hai?' asked Naina. 'Umm mjhe laga meri biwi itni filmen dekhti hai to use ye bhi pata hoga ki first night ko husband apni wife Ko kuch gift krta Hai', to ye hai tmhara gift. Chalo kholo ise. Sameer replied calmly. Naina carefully tore the seal of the envelope and took out a bundle of sheets stapled neatly. As she began to read the words written on the first page, her eyes welled up in tears. She looked up at Sameer and said 'Ye , ye to' 'Ye to tumhari first story hai' Sameer completed her sentence and continued 'ye draft hai, do teen din me dekh lena agar kuch editing me problem ho to, hum theek kara lenge aur fir use publish hone ke liye de denge. Naina couldn't control her  tears  and managed to say in between he hiccups 'Par aapko kaise pata?' 'Yaad hai, ek din meri car kharab ho gayi thi tumhare ghar ke paas to chachaji mjhe apne sath ghar le aaye the? Tum ghar nahi thi us din. Hall me painting chal rhi thi to Preeti ne mujhe tmhare room me bitha diya. Ab hone vali biwi ke room me tha, to chedhchad to banti hai na? Asked Sameer teasingly which made Naina smile.  'Bas tabhi tmhari study table par tumhari kahaniyo vali notebook mil gayi. Preeti se pucha to usne bataya ki tumhe likhne ka bohat shauk hai lekin ghar par kisiko pasand nahi islie tum chip kar likhti ho. Maine to usi time decide kr liya tha ki sari stories pdhungaa aur utha li maine tmhari notebook lekin Preeti se bakayda permission le ke. Shayad vo shadi ke kaamon me tmhe batana bhool gayi ho. Jaise hi ghar aya sari rat jaga aur sab stories padh daali. Naina tum maanogi nahi jab main ye stories padh raha tha mjhe laga hi nhi ki ye kisi amateur writer  ki hai. Tumhare shabd aur tumhara kahaniya likhne ka andaaz dil ko chu jata hai. Tum bohat pratibhashali ho. Bas fir agle din hi publisher ke paas ye notebook Munna ke hatho bhijwa di. Khud islie nahi Gaya kyunki mai nahi chahta tha ki mera naam juda hone ki vajah se koi tmhare talent ki kadar na kare. Aur madam, publisher to pehli story pdhte hi aapka fan ho gaya. Aur baki to aap smjh hi gayi hongi' Naina looked at him not knowing how to react. Nobody except her chachaji and Preeti had ever approved of her writing. Her father had scolded her very badly when he accidentally read one of her stories. But this man, with whom she had not even shared a proper conversation till now, believed in her and was ready to share her dreams. Suddenly her chachaji's words echoed in her ears ' Beta, mujhe pata hai tu udna chahti hai aur is baar tere chacha ji tere sapno ko bacha nahi paaye. Lekin mjhe is bat ka pura yakeen hai ki Sameer tujhe vo pankh dega jo tujhe aaj tak is ghar me nhi mile. Meri Naina ke har sapne me vo rang bharega, ye tere chachaji ka bharosa Hai'. 'Kahan kho gayi? Aur itne aansoon. Mujhe to laga tha khush ho jaogi ye dekh kar, chalo aansoo poncho, Sameer handed over his handkerchief to Naina. Naina wiped her tears and thanked him. 'Thanks? Dekho ye thanks vanks nahi chalega. Hum saathi hain Naina. Ek dusre ka har kadam par haath thamenge. Jab ek dagmagyega to dusra smbhal lega aur jab ek safalta ki seedhi chadega to dusra uska saath nibhaega. Aur aise hi ek dusre ke sath chalte chalte hamara shadishuda zindagi ka ye safar haseen ho jayega. Han pr tumhe mjhe ek promise krna hoga ki aage se tum koi bhi story likhogi to vo sabse pehle mujhe sunaogi. Promise? Sameer put forward his hand. Naina hesitantly put her hand in his and replied 'Promise'. 'Vaise ye photo bhi aapne Preeti se li?' Naina raised her brows in suspicion. 'Nahi, vo maine chori kari thi tumhare room se. Ab milti to tum thi nahi, na kabhi baat kri to maine socha photo se hi kaam chala lun', Sameer winked and laughed and Naina joined him too. 'Umm ab Aisa kro kapde Badal lo fir aaram se baithna, bohat problem ho rahi hogi na ye jewellery aur kapdo me? Sameer asked. Naina nodded and went to the washroom to change her clothes. When she came back, Sameer had already changed into his lower and t- shirt and was waiting for her. 'Itna time Mrs Maheshwari. Aap to bohat slow hain, chalo ab so jaate hain, kaafi raat ho gayi hai, Sameer said. 'So jaate hain? Aur kuch nahi? Par Pooja didi ne to kaha tha ki shadi Vali rat ko ki..', Naina bit her tongue as she realised she had spoken way too much. Sameer was startled by her response. Does she even realise what she speaks, Sameer thought to himself and took slow steps towards her. 'Ruk kyu gayi, pura bolo na. Shadi Vali rat Ko ki..?? Sameer came forward and stood dangerously close to her. Naina was taken aback by the sudden proximity. Her heartbeat raced as he entwined her fingers with his and firmly held her hand. This was the very first for Naina. No man had ever come this close to her. She felt a tingling sensation in her stomach and all her senses were gone for a toss. His burning gaze was evoking  new feelings within her which she wasn't able to comprehend. Sameer leaned closer and  placed a lingering kiss on her both cheeks one by one. Naina closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her skin. His touch was electrifying and she felt she was losing herself under his spell. She clutched his hand tightly, unable to control herself. Sameer enjoyed the effect he was having on Naina. He didn't want to stop but he knew this was not the right time. He needed to give space and time to Naina to let her understand things at her own pace. He whispered in her ears 'Pooja didi ne jo btaya vo hum baad ke liye rakhte hain, aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai' and pulled apart.  Sameer lied down on the bed and signalled Naina to join him. Naina, who was still in trance, switched off the lights and out of impulse, lied down beside him with her head resting on his arm. Sameer smiled, turned to her side and hugged her tightly. They fit into each other perfectly. While Sameer drifted off to sleep as soon as he landed in her arms, Naina spent the entire night admiring her husband and enjoying the warmth of his presence in her life. She was finally home. Writer: AaishaM

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