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seattlesellie · 2 years ago

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not about love. (part 4 & final)

read: part one || part two || part three

pairing: college loser!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: after ellie kisses someone else, you run. then, you run again. at the end? she finally fucking chases you.

warnings: some miscommunication, slight angst, alcohol & weed, mentions of homophobia (d slur), smut (mdni), oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), scissoring, top!ellie, bottom!reader, panties kink (?), mentions of strap, first time w ellie, love love love <3

authors note: i had so much fun writing this. i hope you guys like it. i’m still thinking about a short part five, but well see how it goes ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"(The Party & The After Party -The Weeknd)"

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it's funny, how guilt begins with a subtle tickle. it's delicate at first, ignited like a gentle caress down her throat. it is not like jealousy, that dawns on you with a thud right inside. for her, for ellie, it's almost like a whisper. it glides down her body, maneuvers its way around, and then it lands inside the pit of her stomach, making it churn, toss and twist from the insides out, like an ever erupting ticking bomb.

she shouldn't have kissed that girl, that, she knew. the answer to why, she truly doesn't know— don't ask her no stupid questions. she knew it was wrong when she slid her tongue down her throat, knew it was wrong when she took the back of her neck into her palm, and felt how wrong it was when she looked deep into her eyes, panting, with a ruby blush creeping up on her cheeks. it wasn't because you left, god knows she would have felt how wrong it was even if you didn't, but alas, you did. you did leave. and that's why right at this second— her brain was fuzzy, knuckles colored white, legs moving faster and faster with no control.

truly, what ellie did wasn't wrong, neither was it selfish. you weren't a couple, she didn't belong to you, and neither you to her. she was a free woman, and so were you. and yet, your imaginations told a completely different tale. the truest colors of your thoughts— ready to erupt and spill out of you as if tomorrow never came.

she must have bumped into at least twenty sweaty, inebriated bodies. the outside world seemed to move and twist in a blur, but her mind moved oh so slowly. it was as if walking to the bathroom, took her over two hours. in reality, it took exactly three minutes, until she bumped into one extraordinarily tall man.

he rocked a bleach blonde buzz cut, a red bandana on his forehead, and ridiculously tiny sunglasses.

"yo— williams!" he declared, stopping her right in her tracks. she looked up to face him, and he was much, much taller.

"dude, look" he said, pointing right at her face, grabbing the attention of his ridiculous looking, slightly shorter pal.

"that's the girl alison likes!" he shouted, and she could feel the beer stench creeping up in her nostrils, making them twist.

"bro, you must be something special, she almost bribed the shit out of kyle just to make you kiss her"

ellie looked around the corridor, her eyes darting from his face to the floor. people... want to kiss her? it made her feel proud, inflating her ego and making it swell hard in her chest. a second later, it completely wore off. she didn't give a fuck about people— not about most of them.

"yeah, hey dude" she huffed, her lips curling up to a shy smile.

"so tell me, williams— did you scissor on the floor?" he interrogated.

"really gotta go to the bathroom" she voiced.

"no dude, wait... let me ask, i’m fucking interested" he uttered, blocking her path and leaning against the cream-colored wall with his arm.

"do lesbians actually fucking scissor?" his shorter friend questioned.

ellie always had a short temper. it would creep up on her when she least expected it, jolting inside of her brain and making the vein on her forehead pop. lately, she's been listening to some guided meditation on youtube. angela, was the name of the lady who's gentle voice she would listen to every once in a while. "deep breath in, and let it out... think of the rain, pouring and pouring, tickling down your window... and let yourself breatheee..." ellie took a deep breath in, and exhaled.

"y'all should send me a video when you're done fucking"

yeah, fuck angela.

"move out of the fucking way man, i gotta piss" she raised her tone slightly. maybe angela's voice still rung in her ears, because she didn't even consider punching him in the face.

"not fucking moving, williams— c'mon, we wanna fucking know all about it"

ellie might have been shorter by several inches, but god knows she was much stronger. with a firm grip on his bicep, she exerted her power and effortlessly tossed him to the side.

"fucking dyke" he snickered.

"die asshole" she uttered, and flipped him off.

the bathroom seemed to be closer, and her pacing was steadier. she was going to talk to you, that's it.

she opened the door, and exhaled. she didn't even know she had been holding her breath. the coppery scent of cigarettes, and overwhelmingly sweet, citrusy bathroom incense tickled at her nose. four women stood in front of the broken mirror. a blonde one, a brunette, one with braids, and one with a big cap on her head. they either giggled at each other, or to themselves, ellie truly didn't care.

"is there anyone in the stalls?" she questioned in a low voice. they clearly couldn't hear, her words barely audible over the overwhelming music that blared from outside.

she cleared her throat, and tried again.

"are the stalls empty?"

the brunette turned around to face her, a radiant smile spreading across her face, revealing a row of gleaming teeth.

"i dunno" she huffed, and turned around to face the friend by her side.

"but you can—" she stifled a giggle, and then it erupted.

"piss on the floor" she quipped, earning herself the symphony of her friend's breathless, intoxicated laughter.

"great" ellie muttered under her breath. just great.

she turned around to face the stalls, and began.

one knock, two knocks— she felt that guilt twisting in her stomach again.

fuck it, she fully banged on the door. those girls left, after they side eyed her shameless, and walked off. if you were anywhere to be found in that bathroom, it was just the two of you now.

she propelled her foot forward at the door, it swung open, propelled by the force, creating a resounding bang against the wall, echoing twice. the air caressed her face, and she shivered. It was not the chill of the room that caused her tremor. what if you weren't there? what if you left?

the third stall's door she kicked as well, and she couldn't hide her disappointment anymore.

"fuck" she hissed.

the fourth one must be empty as well. she didn't exactly believe in luck. she kicked it, the door budged slightly, but it didn't fly open. it was locked.

you lifted your legs up to meet your chin, holding yourself together in a hug. you felt absolutely embarrassed. you knew you didn't have any right to get like this. the tears swelling up in your eyes and the mascara running all over your cheeks, clinging itself to the delicate skin, making it itch and burn had no right to even exist. she didn't belong to you.

she knocked on the door again.

"you in there?" she croaked. did you hear the guilt lacing her words? it was buried inside of her stomach, after all.

"no... i mean— fuck" you sniffled, bumping your palm on your forehead. "no?" really?

"open the door" she uttered.

silence.

"please?"

you wiped the tears from your eyes, and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe the mascara running profusely, leaving dark, messy spots on your cheeks.

"i’m peeing, ellie— go away"

"no you're not, open the door"

she must have heard you sniff away your snot gathering on the tip of your nostrils.

"i just wanna talk" she quietly said, her voice just above a whisper. ellie stood there, her arm steady on the door, waiting for you to let her in.

"dont wanna" *sniff* "talk"

she took a deep breath. "im not moving. i could stay here all night" you knew she could.

"well..." *sniff* "so can i" you hiccuped.

"cool"

"cool" you repeated.

ellie turned her back away from the door, and leaned against it. three whole minutes of absolute silence had passed, neither of you talking, but so much left unsaid. when the image of ellie kissing that girl flashed inside of your brain, hitting you like a lighting bolt, you giggled to yourself.

"what's so funny?" she questioned, crossing her arms.

"shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend?"

that was it for you. no more hiding. if hurt was the main feeling your heart held just five minutes ago, it mixed around with the tangy, salty taste of jealousy now, laced with the spiciness of anger. you twisted the doorknob, and let it fly open, bumping against ellie's back, making her jump to the other side.

you truly couldn't care if she knew you were crying. what's the point of hiding anymore? who gives a fuck. perhaps— it was sudden wind of courage washing over you. most likely— it was the plastic cup filled with cheap vodka cranberry emptying out inside of your stomach. you placed the cup on the sink, and washed your hands. you didn't even glance at ellie, who stared at you in disbelief.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" she probed, her arms slapping down on her thighs.

"alison, duh"

ellie swallowed deeply.

"or arielle or... whatever the hell her name is" you glanced at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a mess. ellie thought you looked beautiful, she wanted to tell you the moment you came out of the building.

she didn't even know what to say, her eyes staring at the floor, attempting to keep it together.

"was the kiss nice?" you wiped your hand on your skirt.

"it looked nice. so hot!" you nudged her shoulder. every single word that came out of your mouth sounded like you had just run a marathon. they flowed out quick, and even the dumbest person alive would know you were talking out of pure jealousy. maybe ellie was even dumber than him.

"what's gotten into you?" she muttered.

"nothing! happy my best friend's gonna get finally ged laid.. god knows you needed it, el" you patted her head. oh, you were done for.

ellie's eyebrows rose. deep, deep breaths. she stood mute, letting you finish your little speech.

it was as if someone pinned up the apple's of your cheeks together and forced you to smile.

"how long has it been since you fucked?" you tilted your head. you didn't make eye contact, you just stared right between her eyebrows. if you looked at her, you'd have probably burst crying.

"let alone... kissed somebody"

ellies tongue brushed the side of her mouth, and her jaw clenched.

"why are you asking me this?"

you averted your gaze to the side, your breath caged in your throat.

"because were best friends, and best friends talk about these thing! and... you really needed to fucking get some pu—"

she moved closer. you couldn't not face her now. you looked into her eyes and god it fucking hurt. there it was again. dont cry, dont fucking cry.

"how long..." it was as if her eyes were chasing yours. look at me, look at me. "has it been for you?"

your entire face felt like it was fucking itching. your nails dug little crescent moons into your palms. her breath tickled your nose and you swore, you've never been this close to her. you tried focusing on her freckles, counting them inside of your mind, pretending to connect the dots in a thin line. it hurt knowing that she must have seen them this close up too.

"this isn't about me, so" you whispered. you wanted to sound assertive, and aggressive, but you failed miserably. you just sounded ridiculous and sad.

"i think it is" she whispered, too. matching you completely. her lips were so plump and they felt so close and—

"why did you cry?"

"i did not cry" is it really a lie, if she knows the truth already?

"tell me" god, she smelled like the most intoxicating thing in the world. your ellie. or not your ellie, just ellie.

"leave me alone" you mumbled.

"no"

"m'not leaving you alone"

you could kiss her now. you could feel her lips brush against yours and you could kiss her, and tell her everything she wants to know, because god knows she needs it.

you were a coward.

you left, and she didn't chase you. she was a coward too.

she needed a fucking blunt.

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the air felt crisp and biting against her skin. the moon, obscured by thick clouds, offered only glimpses of its pale light. shadows danced and flickered, and the distant howl of the wind rung in her ears. the blunt was delicately held between her fingers, and wisps of smoke curled and swirled in the air around her. she took a leisurely drag, and sighed.

she wasn't new to being alone. she liked bathing in solace, surrounded by her thoughts. usually, it felt nice, and it calmed her down. you, you were anything but calming. being alone was like a sunny beach day. being with you was a storm. you made her palms sweat and her heart beat faster. sometimes, she swore she might have a heart attack. you were her best friend, but it never truly felt like it. best friends tell each other everything, best friends hug and they hold each others hands. best friends dont disappear when the sun sets because they are afraid of what might happen in the dark, and they certainly don't feel like there's no more air left to breathe when they're around each other. they dont touch themselves thinking of each other, and their world doesn't crush upon them when they show interest in other people.

she wasn't your best friend, and neither were you her's.

ellie takes another hit. then, she remembers that one day in tenth grade. you both walked home from school, and you stopped right in your tracks. you asked her if she feels weird around you, if this peculiar feeling creeps up on her from time to time as well. when she asked you what you meant, you told her that sometimes it feels like she isn't your friend. that it feels like the universe has glued you two together, but not for the reason she thinks. when she asked you what you thought it was for, you shrugged, and told her that only time will tell. she felt her insides turn and her ears burned bright red. then, you sighed, and said; "maybe were soulmates" she had to stop herself from grinning, or fucking exploding, and her heart missed a beat. "platonic ones, obviously... maybe were not supposed to be best friends, just two souls who float around each other. you got any snacks? m'starving"

she flicks the blunt and the ashes fall down on the grass. she brings it to her lips again, and shuts her eyes close.

"ellie?"

she opens them fast and turns her head around. it takes her a moment to recognize, as the high washes over her body, but she finally sees.

alison.

"can i sit with you?" she asks while moving closer, and gives her a timid smile.

ellie clears her throat, and drags her body over to the side.

"sure"

the ginger sits next to her, and she relaxes her face.

they sit in silence for a moment.

"t'was a nice kiss" she whispers, and ellie looks at her from the corner of her eye. she should feel shy, and nervous being around the girl she had just kissed. for some reason, she doesn't.

"yeah..." ellie affirms.

"t'was"

the girl looks at the ground, and then looks at ellie again. she smiles, and breathes deeply.

"i wasn't the one you wanted to kiss though" she remarks, and lays her back comfortably against the bench.

"mmph— what do you mean?" ellie feels it now. the nervousness. it wasn’t there before.

"your friend" she bites her lip. she's not looking at ellie anymore, she's staring at the ground.

"what... friend?"

"the one who ran off"

ellie doesn't speak, just brings her lips to form a tight line. was it that... obvious?

"i mean... did you at least go after her? she asks, and she says it kindly, like she cares. weird.

ellie takes a second to respond. she considers denying it, running off just like you did. fuck it, she's high enough.

"yes" is all she mutters, and its quiet. she thinks this is the first time she ever talked about it out loud. only her journal knows, her brave soldier holding on to all of her little secrets, and now, alison knows too.

"and... did something happen?"

she wishes something did.

"no she— she ran off. again, so" she takes another drag, and it burns in her throat. she needs a glass of water, a cool one. maybe she needs a bucket to fall on her head too.

"and you didn't chase her?" the girl questions again. ellie feels like she's being interrogated. for some reason she doesn't even begin to understand, she feels relieved in a way, too. who knew talking could be so... nice. maybe its the high, she wonders.

"she clearly... doesn't want me around so— why would i chase her" that sentence carried a sadness to it. her voice broke when she spoke, and she feels like slapping herself across the cheek. she offers alison the blunt, and the girl takes it in between her fingers, and nods.

"so you just... let her go?"

ellie doesn't respond. she wants her blunt back. talking isn't nice, she decides.

"can i ask you a personal question?" alison takes a drag before ellie responds.

"you already sort of did so, be my guest"

"are you in love with her?"

ellie's breath hitches inside her throat, and she feels like digging a hole in the ground and burying herself inside. she knew she was, but it didn't fucking matter. you weren't in love, and that was that.

"people in this college are fucking weird, man" she comments, and in one second she has the blunt right between her fingers again. finally.

"yeah... heard this crazy girl banged up on all of the bathroom doors and started kicking the stalls"

"ah" she huffs.

"touché"

its silent for a second before she asks her again.

"what do you feel when you're around her?"

"are you a psych major by any chance?" she questions, narrowing her eyes.

"yep. so, let me psychoanalyze you. pretend its for my... project or something. i ask you questions, you respond... and then i get a super good grade thanks to you"

she bites her lips, and looks to the side. she considers hiding herself inside of the bush till the girl goes away.

"i'm your therapist, go 'head"

ellie rolls her eyes, and considers. fucking fuck it. maybe writing this shit on paper isn't enough.

"i feel like i can't breathe around her, sometimes. like... there's this fucking thing"

"what thing?"

"fucking... god... thing it’s a fucking thing. i have to stop myself from doing shit... s'fucking stupid."

alison smiles. and she nudges ellie on and on till she speaks again.

"its like— every time i'm fucking around her, it physically hurts me... that I ca— that I can't fucking have her. or that... it like, tingles in my fucking hands. and my fucking heart starts beating and my brain goes all foggy and I feel like I'm going to fucking faint. I want to be around her, I fucking want to— but every time she's next to me I feel like im gonna vomit. and she makes me fucking sick and I just wanna hold her and..."

she's never breathed so deeply in her life.

"that's... a lot" alison mutters.

"yeah..." ellie takes another drag, and barely exhales.

"doesn't fucking matter anyways. she doesn't see me that way."

alison's eyebrows rise up, and she looks at ellie like she's fucking stupid.

"ellie... she saw you kiss me and she fucking ran away. like, she physically ran away. are you blind? or are you stupid?"

"did you just call me stupid?" ellie huffs. was she? was she stupid?

"listen to me" she begins, and forces ellie to look her in the eyes.

"it's like..." the girl takes a peak at her iphone screen.

"1:30am."

"okay?" ellie huffs. her stomach's turning again.

"you're in love with this girl, and if you don't go after her right now it's gonna be too late"

"i can go tomorrow" ellie whispers. she won't. shed go back to her old habits of hiding and pining till her brain burns.

"you won't"

"fuck" she mutters under her breath.

"go!" the girl yells, and nudges ellie's arm.

"okay like— right fucking now?" ellie says loudly, and she feels her feet fucking lifting her up off of the bench, like she again, has no control over her body.

"right now, go!"

she curses herself out under her breath. fuck. it.

ellie starts running, and running, and running, and her shoes are meeting the ground with loud bangs, flopping up and down against her ass. she didn't to track in high school, but if coach charlie saw her now, he'd sign her up and shed get a full fucking athlete's scholarship. she feels her heart thudding in her ears, and she has no time to even think. what the fuck is she doing? where is she going? what if you'll tell her to go the fuck away? what if she's delusional, completely braindead, she wonders to herself for a tiny second, as she catches her breath.

and then— the image of you, mascara running down your cheeks flashes in her brain.

you cried, because she kissed another fucking girl.

"m'not— fucking" she pants,

"delusional"

she's standing right in front of rockefeller housing. brown cobblestone, as if each brick and mortar had witnessed countless stories unfold within its hallowed halls. she gets a hold of herself, before her heart punctuates in her chest, and stands still, chest heaving up and down. she looks up at your room's window, and its standing lit. you're still awake. she feels like she just won the fucking lottery.

she almost whoo hoo's! but she's way too "cool" for that. so she walks slowly, pats herself on the shoulder, and yells a loud;

"fuck yes!"

"shut the fuck up!"

oh shit. she just woke someone up.

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how corny was it to lounge inside of your room, alone, the mellow tunes of lana's "ultraviolence" playing from your antique turntable?

very corny.

but you didn't mind. your tears had dried up already, and you were comfy in pretty white silk pajama's, a bowl of cheddar popcorn and that same goddamn boxed wine.

someone just screamed a terrifyingly loud "shut the fuck up!" from outside of your window. you'd have laughed, usually, but your mind was occupied. you felt tortured, and sickly, and why the fuck did you leave like that? it was embarrassing, truly, she watched you cry, and you interrogated her with bizarre, passive aggressive questions that would make the calmest man alive want to bash his head against the wall.

"breakfast at tiffanys" played on the television, and cat just ran away. you pouted, and sighed deeply. you were too tired now, and your eyelids felt heavy. you lifted yourself off of the bed, and made your way to turn off the lights, and drift away.

knock knock knock.

who the fuck is knocking at your door at 2am? it must be your roommate, jen, returning from the party.

you twist the doorknob, and yawn.

oh god.

"ellie?"

she gulps. she looks down on the floor, and up at you again. she looks absolutely panicked, and her bangs are sticking to her forehead. three of her hair strands formed a sweet little heart shape filled with sweat. her hand is shaking and she would have pounced right on you and fucking kissed you already if she had the fucking courage—

you step back.

"what are you doing here?" you quip, and your voice is so small and sweet that it truly kills her inside.

"i would've—" she takes a small step and enters inside of your room. she looks around, and the candles and the fucking lana playing in the background and she's sure she's gonna be sick because you're so fucking cute and your eyes are puffy and lips all swollen like they had been stung by a bee, and she wants to be your medicine and kiss them so hard you fall on the floor, but all she can mutter is;

"fucking brought you something... but it was all closed— all the fucking stores were closed because its the middle of the fucking night"

"what stores... wha— what are you talking about?" you whisper as you take a step back, you want to offer her a glass of water because she's sweating but you just can't.

"fuck— fucking flower shop or something, or those fucking chocolate covered fruits you like or—“

"what?" you mutter, breathless as if you were the one who just ran a marathon.

"you cried" she points a finger at you. you back away, taking a small step to further yourself away from her.

"you cried because i kissed another girl" she huffs, and her eyebrows scrunch together.

"I didn't—" you try and interrupt, unsuccessfully.

"you cried and that means that you fucking— you dont want me to kiss other girls"

you bite your lip so hard it feels like it might start drawing blood and run all over your chin. oh no.

"you want me to kiss— fuck it"

a supernova. as a dying star unleashes its final act, igniting in like a cosmic firework, it paints the galaxy like a canvas. shades of ruby red, sapphire blue, and shimmering gold intermingle together and create the most beautiful piece of art the universe has ever witnesses.

that's what it felt like when her lips were on yours.

they brushed up against you as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and perhaps it was.

when you imagined your first kiss with ellie, convinced you were indulging yourself in pure delusion, you thought it would be soft, and gentle. it felt as if her lips were running away from yours, and you had to chase them to meet against you again.

this kiss, was anything but. so perhaps you were delusional, but not in the heartbreaking way.

when her tongue first met yours, intertwining itself so perfectly, swirling around fervently inside of your mouth, bumping into your teeth and pulling you in, her lips sucking on it like she'd die if you ever pulled back, gentle was the last word you could use to describe it.

hungry, and ravenous, it was.

her knees felt like the were going to give up beneath her, and leave her a crumpled mess on the floor. if she thought that being around you felt like her heart was thudding out of her chest, kissing you was much, much worse. kissing you made her feel like her heart left her already, and leaped right into your being.

she broke the kiss first, refusing to open her eyes. so did you, you couldn't believe it was actually happening.

"you..." she whispered, and her breath tickled your nose.

"i..." you whispered in response. there were no words you could mutter, they would never come out coherent enough.

"ive..." she huffed.

"wanted to do this for so fucking—"

you brought your lips together to meet again. this time, it was softer, and gentle, but you didn't have to chase her away, because she stayed.

"me too" you whispered, or fully whined, you truly didn't know.

"no you dont..."

"you dont understand" she cupped your cheeks between her palms, she wouldn't even open her eyes, afraid of what she might do if she opened them and realized it was only just a dream.

"i do" you plead. her hands were warm and your cheeks were scorching hot against them.

"i need you"

"you need me?"

"it hurts"

"what hurts?" she whispered as she brushed her finger on your cheek. it was delicate, and soft.

"my heart" you hiccuped, a broken sob escaping your lips. you couldn't hold it in anymore, and a fat tear streamlined down your face, like a little river, rolling down inside of ellie's palm.

she wanted to kiss you again, but she had to hear you say it.

"when i'm... not with you— when i can't... and when you kissed her" you sobbed. "it hurt so bad"

"it hurt me too"

"please kiss me aga—“

so she did. again, and again, and again, till your throat felt dry and you kept seeing stars erupting inside of your brain.

chest against chest, heaving up and down on each other, she caressed your waist, and pulled you closer. when the kissed deepened again, you moaned, and it got swallowed inside of her mouth.

"you can't do that or i won't... fuck— won't be able to fucking stop"

"do what?" you asked, your bottom lip still brushing against her top one.

"can't make those sounds"

"w— why?" your chest caressed her's, and it was ellie's turn to let out a deep grunt.

"because ive thought... ive wa— i think about you all the fucking time like this"

"me too..." you admitted, breathing in her scent.

she wanted to ask you exactly what you thought about. she wanted to hear you say it, in exact, firm sentences. do you touch yourself thinking about her too? that would make her fucking lose her mind. instead, she took you in her arms, and banged you up against the wall.

thud "oh god" you hiccuped.

"yeah?" she teased, breathless. she wanted to do it better, wanted to sound more firm and stern and make you beg and tell her and whine on the floor but she was too fucking desperate for that right now.

"m'gonna— fuck" she hissed, when your tits grazed her's again.

"is this happening?" she whispered, and held your waist so tight in her arms. her body heat against yours made you completely shiver. she traced small circles on your hips but when you bucked forward her hands started shaking. she traced squares, or squiggly lines, or full on octagons.

"it's happening" you whispered back, and every time her lips brushed against yours it reminded you of how real everything was.

"can i touch you?"

"please" you whined, and you felt the saliva gathering and pooling on your bottom lip, mixing with hers.

ellie brushed her forehead against yours. she caressed it up and down, she needed to feel how your skin felt against her's because god knows she's truly spent so much time thinking about it and it didn't feel real, she needed it to feel real, so she begged;

"open your eyes"

you did. they fluttered open as your lashes flickered up and down and she chased you with her eyes again, until they directly met her's.

"tell me how bad you need this"

you gulped harshly, and it made a soft little sound. you felt absolutely limp against her, like you could crush down on the floor at any given moment.

she never thought she'd hear those words, outside of her dreamworld, sound asleep at 4am.

"i need— ellie i need it so bad" you whimpered, and she felt it twitch inside her fucking boxers, but felt it tug at her heart even more. how could have she been so fucking blind?

she opened her mouth, and she almost kept her eyes open whilst she kissed you because she needed to fucking see everything. she needed to see your eyebrows squint and your eyes close shut, your breath hitch and your hand drop from her shoulder, and then go up to grab her shoulder again and squeeze.

ellie, ellie couldn't help it anymore.

she caressed her hand up from the navel of your stomach, slowly grazing her finger up and up and up, till they met your breast and fuck she wanted to ask you if it was okay but the way you moaned inside of her mouth when she gave the cup a little squeeze, signaled her that she could do whatever the hell she wanted because you've always. been. her's.

as her tongue swirled with yours, warm saliva practically running out and streamlining from the corner of her mouth, she grazed her finger on top of your clothed nipple.

she separated her lips from yours, and moved her head back to look at you.

"you know how fucking crazy you drive me?" she pecked your lips forcefully and they made a smacking sound. you smirked, your eyes still glossy from the previous tear that escaped, and she nearly lost her damn mind.

"dont fucking smirk at me like that..." she kissed your jaw, making your entire body clench. "always fucking teasing me" kiss "always making me think..." kiss "i'll never fucking get it" kiss "driving me fucking crazy with those little fucking tops" kiss "those short fucking skirts" kiss

fuck.

"just wanted you to s— see, ellie..."

she tilted her head, and smiled so big and blushed so hard you nearly cried again.

"can i... can i take your shirt off?

you nodded up and down and fervently, like if you didn't show her exactly how bad you needed her she'll never fucking get it. old habits die hard.

she pulled the strap of your tank top off, and it slid down your shoulder. she let out a shaky breath. she's thought of seeing you bare in front of her way too many times than she'd like to admit. she saw the tip of your hard nipples poking out of the material and her breath hitched, borderline on wheezing. she delicately grazed her finger on it, stopping herself from pinching it and twisting and pulling like she always fucking wanted to. she had to go slow, she had to savor this moment.

you couldn't go slow.

you lifted your top off and ditched it on the floor. she was faced with your tits and she nearly damn went cross eyed. holy fucking shit.

"holy fuck" she hissed, her chest heaving up and down. her boxers were entierly drenched by now and she hasn't even touched them, until now.

she grabbed them with her calloused hands and squeezed them together, making them meet and form a natural cleavage. when she exhaled, a soft sound escaped her throat. it sounded like a quiet howl, or a harsh whimper.

"need to fucking taste" she growled, and your panties felt warm inside, and it tingled, that familiar yet completely different feeling washed over your cunt, as soon as her drooling, wet mouth was on your nipples, twisting and swirling her tongue against the sensitive buds, sucking and taking them out of her mouth with plop sounds, and every time she felt you squirm she moaned against them, her mouth fully vibrating on your nipples.

she detached her lips, just to look up at you with a lovedrunk smile adorning her face. she looked absolutely high on your body and you didn't even notice... that you started grinding up against her, bucking your hips inwards and backwards every time her head bobbed up and down on your tits.

"what am i..." she pulled your nipple in her finger, twisting it from side to side, making you nearly scream. you slapped your hand on your mouth, because if you didn’t— you’d fully get a stern note from the other residents tomorrow morning. "going to fucking do with you?"

"i think you know... ellie" you hiccuped.

"say my name again" she groaned, forcefully grabbing your tits now. she shook them up and down, and parted your thighs with her leg.

"ellie..." you whimpered, completely gasping for air.

"again"

"ellie!"

"fuck yes..."

her ongoing imaginations of you whimpering her name had absolutely nothing on the real deal. she picked you up, her hands grasping your thighs, and laid you on the bed. laid, would be a gentle way to say it. she practically tossed you on it, making the mattress jump up and down and creak slightly. she laid her body on top of yours, and her chest felt strong and steady, except for two perky mounds that connected directly with yours.

"please take your shirt off" you pled.

"take it off of me" she hissed, planting another sweet, sweet kiss on your breasts. she was fucking obsessed with them, and she wasn't afraid to show it now. it’s funny, how a only a week ago, she had to contemplate having her eyeballs surgically removed because she couldn’t stop her eyes from darting up and down. she could actually adore them now, and she felt it deep in her lower abdomen.

you tugged at the bottom of her top, hastily attempting to take it off fast because you yearned to see her so bad it almost hurt, but she palmed your hands and stopped you fully.

"nuh uh" she warned.

"slowly..."

you look up at her, doe eyed and begging. your breath caged in your throat, because this is real. it fucking hit you again.

when she saw you look up, it tugged at the strings of her heart.

she kisses you, and it feels like something you've never felt before. it feels warm, and it feels like fucking love. it was as if you became liquid, what was once solid, and hard, melted into a sweet puddle of warm honey.

she wants to take your shorts off already, but she stops herself. she looks you deep in the eyes, and her cheeks bloom red. she's in love.

and she knows you are too.

would it be awfully corny if she told you she wanted to make love to you? it probably would. for some reason, she didn’t need to vocalize it.

now, it was her eyes who turned glassy, making the emerald green glisten and twinkle.

"i need to..." you dont respond, you just do what she needs you to do.

you take your shorts off, and ellie simply stares down, panting, as her heart thuds inside of her chest. the way she looks, like she's absolutely famished, makes your clit pump inside of your panties that it terrifies you if she actually sees.

you shyly cover up, and she smiles gently as she grabs your wrists to peel them off of the soft, now sticky fabric.

"dont be shy..." she whispers, and when she see's the wet patch that formed, that pooled down just where your tight hole is, her face twists and she bites her lips. when she looked up at you, you turned your head to the side.

"look at that..." she chuckles, and it's fucking hypoctirical, the way she's mocking— because she has a spot even bigger on the bottom of her boxers, except she's fucking dressed and youre not.

"need to kiss it..." she desperately says, her voice low and raspy.

"need you to tell me..." she kisses your tummy, softly, as it heaves up and down. "to kiss it..." with every breath that leaves her, she kisses it again, her tongue now poking out of her mouth.

"mm— cant" you whimper. when did you become so shy?

"please" she begs, as her kisses become more wet, leaving little trails and puddles of saliva on your stomach.

"ellie..." you hiccup, feeling as if you could cum just by grinding your crotch back and forth against the air. her words are more than enough.

"say it..." she pleads, and it gets absolutely ridicilous— who's begging who now?

"please kiss— god" she simply palms your cunt, right on your panties, her warmth mixing with yours, and an incredibly loud, high pitched moan, closer to a screech leaves your mouth. the sound makes her groan into your stomach, moving her kisses further and further down. with each kiss, your body grows warmer, a certain tremor adding to your sudden jolts.

when she's face to face with your cunt, directly gazing at the wet spot, she closes her eyes shut, and plants a soft kiss upon the wet material. she's thought about doing this so many times, she has to stop herself from sneaking her hand down her boxers and start grinding up and down on it, and cum simply from just smelling you, as her nose bumps directly on your clit.

she wants to see it bad, those slick beautiful folds she had imagine so many times, the little bud poking on top, but she can't help but notice how greedy and eager you get when she teases you. she can't help but notice those cute little sounds that escape your throat, the way your eyebrows squint together and a small v shaped line forms on your forehead.

she gives a soft, kitten lick over the material, and you completely jump upwards. "ellie! fuck!" you moan, and she swears its the most heavenly sound she's ever heard. "that's it... grind yourself up against me... just like that"

you grind against her eager mouth, her tongue making the fabric transform into almost full sheerness, clinging and sticking to your cunt, every time ellie drools on it a little more.

"fuck m'gonna!— cum... ellie!" you hiccup and wheeze, and she can't help but pull your hips, move you closer to her mouth, as your thighs completely close and clench around her neck. but she doesn't fucking care.

she's going to make you cum all over your fucking panties.

she needs it. she yearns for it.

she bumps her tongue harder and flattens it against your clit, grinding you down, completely controlled by the very movements of her hands, guiding your through it and forcing you to keep moving against her.

it's closer, and closer, the white pleasure taking over your entire body, and you start shaking against her—

"cum for me... that's it" she whimpers, "cum hard all over my— fuck, my fucking face"

you barely even have time to recover, still completely sensitive, your entire body shaking when she takes off your panties, sniffs them shamelessly, and shoves them in her pocket.

"what are you d— doing?" you hiccup.

"dont worry about it" she mutters, and her entire face flushes red.

you dont, so instead, you beg for her to let you come again. she doesn’t, for now, and it was pure evil.

ellie's jaw clenches when she's face to face with your weeping pussy. her breath caged in her throat, and she lets out a high pitched, animalistic moan, followed by an adorable twist to her face. she's imagined it too many fucking times.

she'd tell you, but she's afraid to come off as pathetic.

slowly, agonizingly slow, with the intention to savor this moment, she places a soft, sweet little kiss on your cunt. you jump, and call out her name. she places another one, and another one, right on your achy clit. before she indulges herself in the first taste, she looks up at you.

"you're so beautiful" she whispers. and you know how bad she means it, because it comes out shaky, and you can taste how sweet those words are and really they’re just words.

you nearly die.

"and so fucking wet"

you nearly cum.

"mmph— ellie, please" you breathe. "pleasepleaseplease"

she doesn't need to hear any more of it, before her tongue laps up the sweet nectar of your pussy, starting with your hole, collecting the juice with the bottom of her tongue, curling it, and swallowing. "taste so fucking good"... she mutters. "knew you would"

she truly, truly did.

ellie slowly begins circling your clit with her tongue, in soft, little motions that focus right on your aching bud. one of her hands is squeezing your thigh, as the other creeps up slowly to grab your breast and toy with the nipple. its so fucking soft inside of her mouth that she can't help but grind herself down on the bed, the cream that formed inside of her boxers making it easy to slide backwards and inwards, and she releases sweet, desperate moans inside of your pussy every time it hits her clit.

when ellie feels you clench your hole in and out, she spreads your pussy lips apart, spits a big glob of saliva on top of your clit, making it slide all the way down to your hole.

"need to fill you up, fuck" she growls, and before you know it, her tongue is on you again, and her finger is teasing and begging your hole to let her in.

"baby" she coos, "let go for me"

"c— cant!" you cry out. its all too much, and you feel so embarrassed that you won't stop clenching, till she looks up at you again.

"breathe... it's okay" she whispers, "i'll be gentle, i fucking promise"

when you breathe in for her, she grits her teeth. fucking finally. she slides her finger inside, so slow you regret ever making her think you'd want it gentle, so you grind up on it, bringing your body forward so it swallows her finger whole.

"god damn" she hisses, and her voice is higher pitched because she can't fucking believe it.

she wants to whore you the fuck out, but she needs to be gentle for now. she considers… for just a mere second, to sprint to her room, grab her strap and split you whole, but she stops herself. she genuinely needs to grab her fucking knee so she doesn’t move away and lose control entirely.

she pumps it inside, lost in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing her in, over and over again, lapping up on your clit, and when she feels you clench again, coming closer and closer to the edge, she adds a second finger.

"so fucking tight... you're so fucking tight" she says, and pushes your thighs up to your chest, your entire body shaking against her. you whimper and squeak and cry, babbling incoherently while she's scissoring them inside of you, grunting deep inside of your pussy every time your moans grow louder and louder.

the mattress seems to bump on her clit harder now, and ellie completely stops.

she hastily pulls her pants down, alongside with her boxers, and before you even have time to react to the sight of her cunt or her thighs or the abs that you're now exposed to (you honest to god, have no idea when she even managed to take her shirt off), she pulls your thigh high up, and places your leg on her shoulder.

"you're gonna cum on me— you hear that?" she hisses, when her weeping pussy meets yours. "yes ellie!" you hiccup, "louder"

"mmm—ellie— can'— need to cum on you"

"you wanna fucking cum on me?" she babbles back, and it comes out so messy and pussydrunk that she doesn't even reply back when you cry out with your forehead against her shoulder, biting on it hard, too intoxicated by your little moans and the feeling of your weeping, sticky pussy against hers, bumping her clit and it almost fucking burns inside of her.

she separates your legs further apart, and her gaze burns through you. her eyes are still green, and its still fucking ellie— but they turn a shade darker. she grinds against you forcefully, making your clit bump on her’s, your love-fluids mixing together and creating the most absolutely obscene noises that little dorm room has ever heard. when you close your eyes, because it’s all too much and she’s grunting and whimpering against you, she takes your cheeks in her hands and squeezes.

“look at me. look at me” she begs, and you keep blurting out tiny little squeals of pleasure that she cant help but let out a breathy laugh, and she wants to slap you and hear you squirm even harder but fuck— she’s gonna cum and she can’t even make her hands fucking work, so she just grabs your tits together as she grinds harder and harder, her ass jiggling up and down as she takes you.

“you’re so fucking— goddamn— so fucking cute you’re so fucking pretty”

"m'gonna cum!" you blabber, you brain entirely empty, only filled with the image of ellie's mouth hung completely open, letting out a beautiful symphony of moans, screaming and grunting your name and begging you to fucking take her, and when the tears stream down your face she can't help but wonder... how needy you'd look with her strap buried deep and when the thought hits her— when she imagined the way your hole would take her right inside, the way it would gape after she'd take it out, makes her cum so hard against your pussy that she almost, almost passes out.

when you cum, a second after she does, you tell her that you love her.

when she hears it, a small whimper escapes her lips, and it sounds almost like a sob.

"ive always fucking loved you"

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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷/ part 4

Pairing: vampire!𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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“The thruth”

"The truth?" she asked arching an eyebrow, whilst her eyes seemed to search your soul probing for any hint of deception.

Seeing the worry etched on her face, you quickly realized that your choice of words had conveyed something entirely different to her.

"I didn’t mention anything about the... supernatural stuff. I just told them I was looking for my supervisor regarding some case we had been working on— his assistant told me he was in a late meeting with Bowman so I knocked on the door of his office, but when no one answered, I uh…made sure no one was in there and then I left.” You quickly reassured her.

Natasha's posture relaxed slightly, but her eyes remained sharp. "Good. You did well. You almost had me worried"— She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper "I thought I might actually have to follow through on my promise."

A shiver ran down your spine at her words, the memory of her earlier threats lingering in the air. "I swear, I didn’t say anything about…you know…the thing."

Natasha's lips curved into a smirk. "You seem quite certain of yourself. But understand, I take no chances."

You nodded, a wave of relief washing over you. "I still feel bad for not telling the whole truth though" You said as a small pout appeared on your face.

"Do not burden yourself with unnecessary guilt" Natasha said, her voice soothing yet firm. "You protected yourself and perhaps many others. This world requires discretion."

“You’re right—soo why are you really here?��

She paused, her eyes studying you intently before she spoke. “I have some leads concerning the men Bowman was talking to. It appears there is a clandestine gathering—a sort of secret society. They host an exclusive party every week, and it seems integral to whatever plan Bowman was involved in.”

You leaned in, your curiosity piqued. “A secret society? What kind of party?”

Natasha’s expression grew serious. “These gatherings are not your typical soirées. It’s a place where the lines between business and pleasure blur, and the stakes are extraordinarily high.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“The plan” she said with a touch of finality, “is for me to uncover more about your boss’s scheme and the men he was entangled with. You, however, must stay put.”

You bristled at her command. “I want to help”

“Absolutely not.” she retorted, her tone brooking no argument.

You met her gaze defiantly. “I need to know what my boss was hiding and why he killed Davis. I can’t just sit around doing nothing.”

“This is not your fight. Your involvement could jeopardize everything—and it could get you killed.” You felt a mix of frustration and determination welling up inside you. “Can I trust you not to interfere again or put yourself into trouble?” she asked, her voice both commanding and concerned.

You smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. “I guess I could be persuaded.”

Natasha stepped closer, her presence both intoxicating and intimidating—“How could I persuade you?” —her voice a sultry whisper, a knowing grin teasing her lips.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears—She was close, too close. Her proximity made you nervous, your throat suddenly dry, your palms clammy. From this angle, you could see every detail of her face: the subtle curve of her lips, the slight arch of her brows, the way her eyes sparkled. She was beautiful, stunningly so, and it left you both captivated and unnerved. She needed to stop making you feel like this.

“Well, for starters, you could keep me in the loop. Every time you have news… and you could answer some of my questions.” you said steadying your voice.

“Darling, this is not a negotiation; either you do what I told you willingly or I make you. Your choice.”

What harm could it do anyone to tell you what you so ardently desired to know? Had she no trust in your good sense or honour? Why would she not believe you when you assured her, so solemnly, that you would not divulge one syllable of what she told you to any mortal breathing.

You sighed “Ugh, why do you have to be such a buzzkill!?” you said as you walked around the room before collapsing onto the couch.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, lifting a brow. "Getting quite bold, aren’t we? I would’ve thought you still feared me. But no, I sense no fear in you anymore."

You couldn't help but smile. "Maybe I’ve just gotten used to it”

“Perhaps” Her eyes searched yours, as if trying to discern the truth of your words— “Fascinating,” she murmured, more to herself than to you. “You are either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish.”

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. “Maybe a bit of both.” You looked up at her, your heart pounding. “I don’t want to be left in the dark” you admitted quietly. “I need to understand what’s going on…please”

She regarded you for a long moment, as if weighing her options. “Very well” she said finally. “I shall keep you informed, but you must promise to stay out of it.“

You nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. “Deal. But don’t think I’m just going to sit idly by.”

Natasha’s laughter was soft, almost musical. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

You sat up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. “There are so many things I want to ask you” you began, your voice steadier now, despite the lingering effects of alcohol.

“Oh? Pray tell, sweetheart” Her tone was both amused and challenging, as if daring you to delve deeper.

You took a deep breath, trying to organize the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. “Well, for starters, how old are you in like vampire…age? Are there rules or a society you have to follow? How fast can you run? Do you have a uhm…a family?” The questions tumbled out in a rapid rush, leaving you out of breath.

Natasha’s eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and caution. “My, my, such inquisitiveness”

“Well, I think its only fair for you to answer my questions if we’re going to work together”

“Is that so? I do not recall the moment when I agreed that we would work together” Natasha said—her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

You leaned forward, undeterred. “Well, if you want me to stay out of trouble, it’s only fair I know what I’m dealing with. Besides, you already said you needed me to keep this between us. We’re practically partners in crime now.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Very well, I shall indulge your curiosity for a moment” Her eyes flicked over you, as if assessing the depth of your resolve. “I shall warn you, the answers you seek may not bring you the comfort you hope for”

You nodded eagerly, the anticipation bubbling up within you. “I’ll take my chances”

She paused, her gaze growing distant as if she were reaching back through the annals of time. “I am much older than you might imagine”— There was a coldness, it seemed to you, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford you the least ray of light.

Your eyes widened with awe. “How old are we talking?” you asked with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Natasha avoided your gaze, her eyes roaming the room as if seeking something lost. Then, with a fluid grace, she moved closer and sat beside you on the couch. Her presence was both comforting and intimidating, a paradox that left you breathless. You did not scoot away.

“I’m 1053 years old” she said quietly, her words hanging in the air like a ghostly whisper.

The statement echoed in your mind— a reverberation of disbelief. 1,053 years old? —You stared at her, your brain struggling to wrap around the concept—A thousand years. Over a millennium of experiences, of living through history you only read about in books.

But what did that mean for you, standing in front of her, barely a blip in the vast expanse of her existence? —Your life, with all its challenges and milestones, must seem like a fleeting moment to her. The thought was humbling, almost belittling. Yet, it also brought a strange sense of wonder. Here you were, an ordinary person, sharing a moment with someone who had seen and survived a thousand years. It was surreal.

Your breath hitched. “Wow”

She nodded, her expression unreadable. “Wow Indeed. I have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of countless souls. Time is both a gift and a curse.”

You swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the weight of her words. “What’s it like? Living for so long?”

“It is a relentless march of time, where the world changes around you while you remain the same. You learn to cherish fleeting moments, yet you also bear the burden of endless memories.”

You felt a pang of sympathy for her. “That sounds... incredibly hard.”

Natasha shrugged slightly, her expression softening. “It is what it is. One learns to adapt, to find purpose in the midst of eternity”

Your breath hitched, the weight of her revelation sinking in. “That’s... unbelievable. I can’t even imagine living for so long.”

“It is not something one can easily fathom. You witness the world change in ways unimaginable, yet remain untouched by time yourself.”

“Must be incredibly lonely”

She shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I got lucky. I’m not entirely alone. I have a family, friends, and a sister. They make the endless years more bearable.”

You felt a spark of curiosity. “A sister? Like, a biological sister? Is she... like you?

“Not by blood” she clarified. “But as close to it as one can get. We were turned together, and we’ve looked after each other ever since”

“That’s... actually quite beautiful” you said, feeling a strange sense of admiration. “Having someone who understands you, who’s been through the same things.”

“It is a rare gift” she admitted, her voice softening. “Many of our kind are not so fortunate. We are often solitary creatures by necessity.”

You hesitated, then asked, “What about your friends? Are they... humans?”

Natasha paused, her gaze becoming distant as she considered your question. “No,” she finally replied, shaking her head slightly. “I do not engage with humans, at least not for... pleasure.”

“So, your friends are... other vampires?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice tinged with an old sorrow. “Over the centuries, I’ve found it safer to form bonds with those who understand our nature, our struggles. Humans are... fragile. Temporary. It’s difficult to form lasting connections when you know they will wither and die in what feels like the blink of an eye.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and you could sense the weight of centuries in her gaze. “So, you only interact with humans when you need something?”

She sighed, her expression conflicted. “In essence, yes. Whether it’s information, sustenance, or to blend in, my interactions are often driven by necessity. Anything more is... dangerous.”

“So, you’re using me to get information?”

She looked at you, her expression unreadable. “In a manner of speaking, yes. But it’s not as simple as that.”

You felt a pang of disappointment and a touch of hurt. “So, I’m just a tool to you? Just someone you can manipulate to get what you need?”

Natasha sighed, her eyes softening slightly. “It’s not that I see you as a mere tool. It’s just that involving humans in our world is fraught with complications. The less you’re entangled, the better, for the both of us.”

The sting of her implication lingered in the air, sharper than you expected. Why did it hurt so much? There was a connection, a growing bond that made you feel significant in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. Her presence had stirred something within you—the idea that she might view you merely as a tool, a pawn in whatever game she was playing, cut deep. You wanted to be more than that.

The vulnerability of that desire caught you off guard, and it scared you. Why did her opinion matter so much? Why did her validation feel like something you desperately craved?

You had hoped that in her eyes, you were more than just a means to an end. You wanted her to see you. You needed her to.

Your mind raced, trying to process her words. “I would have hoped you didn’t see me that way” you said quietly, more to yourself than to her.

“How would you like me to see you?”

“I don’t know…but I don’t like to be considered a tool. I’m much more.”

“And i’m sure you are” Her gaze was penetrating, almost otherworldly, and you found yourself lost in the depths of her green eyes. It felt as though she was seeing right through you, peeling back layers you didn't even know you had. The room seemed to shrink around you, the air growing thick with an electric tension that crackled between you.

You stared into each other's eyes, locked in a silent battle of wills. Her eyes held a hint of amusement, as if she was enjoying watching you squirm under her scrutiny. It was both unsettling and mesmerizing. The intensity of her gaze made time stretch, elongating each second into an eternity. Your breath caught in your throat, and you struggled to maintain your composure, to not let her see how deeply she affected you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears like a drum. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a blush forming that you were powerless to stop. You would’ve blamed it on the alcohol, but deep down, you knew it was her—her presence, her eyes, the way she seemed to envelop you completely.

You tried to muster the strength to break the gaze, to regain some semblance of control. But her eyes held you captive, and you felt as though you were drowning in them, unable to look away.

Every nerve in your body was on high alert and the intensity was almost too much to bear. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

Finally, with a monumental effort, you managed to tear your gaze away from hers. The break in eye contact felt like a physical release, and you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart was still racing, and you could feel the warmth in your cheeks, a telltale sign of your flustered state. You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the effect she had on you, but the feeling lingered, making you nervous and unsteady.

“Do you have a phone?” you asked, desperate to change the topic and alleviate the tension.

Your voice was more desperate than you intended, fear lacing your words. You hoped Natasha wouldn't notice, but it emerged with a quiver that betrayed your nerves.

“Why?”

“Well, you can let me know if you have news without having to break into my house and give me a scare.”

“Are you that desperate to see me again?” she asked grinning at your request.

Your cheeks flushed, and you shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe I am, or maybe I just want to make sure I’m not left in the dark."

She studied you for a second, then pulled a phone from her leather jacket and handed it to you. You smiled when you saw it, realizing she was probably not used to modern technology. You quickly added your number to her contacts and sent yourself a text.

“There” you said, handing it back to her.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, noticing your attempt to contain your smile.

“Nothing.”

“You should know better than to lie to me” she said, arching an eyebrow.

“Sorry, uhm, it’s just I haven’t seen one of those phones since 2012” you said, smiling softly.

“Well, I have no use for it. Why would I get another one?”

“No, it’s cute,” you said, grinning.

“Cute?” she echoed, her tone slightly incredulous.

“Yes, cute” you repeated, laughing softly. “It’s endearing, seeing someone like you with something so outdated. It makes you seem... more approachable”

Natasha’s eyes softened for a moment, a rare glimpse of vulnerability flashing across her features. “Approachable and cute, you say? That is not a word often used to describe me”

You leaned back on the couch, feeling a bit more relaxed now that the tension had eased. “Well, I think it suits you” you said with a warm smile plastered on your face.

“It is late, and you have had a taxing evening” she said, her tone shifting to one of gentle authority as she stoop up from the couch “I believe it is time for you to go to bed.”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change of her behavior. “Yes ma’am” you replied attempting to stand. As you got up, you almost stumbled over the carpet, an embarrassed smile spreading across your face.

“Can I trust you to make it to bed without falling along the way?” she asked, one eyebrow arched in amusement.

“Yeah, I’m good” you said, steadying yourself.

“Alright, then I guess this is goodbye for now”

You took a step towards the door, trying to maintain your balance. “Good night” you said, reaching out to open the door for her. Natasha’s lips curved into a smile at the gesture.

“Good night” she replied, her voice a soft whisper that lingered in the air as she stepped through the doorway.

Entering your room, you barely managed to close the door before collapsing onto your bed. Her presence had been overwhelming, but in a way that left you wanting more.

You buried your face in your pillow, letting out frustrated murmurs as you began to grasp the full weight of your situation.

"Fuck” the word softly leaped from your mouth through an appeased air, to which in vain it fell onto the silk pillow under your cheek.

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A strong rush of shivers coursed through your body, the wet grass beneath your heels composing a delicate struggle with each step.

An arm twisted with yours, bringing the warmth your heart so desperately needed.

“Im craving coffee so bad” Ava said slowing her peace. Her voice trembled slightly, blending with the rustling leaves around you.

“yeah me too” you replied, your thoughts drifting as you tried to keep up the small talk. The chill in the air seemed to seep into your bones, amplifying the emotional numbness you felt.

Ava squeezed your arm gently, drawing you out of your reverie. “You okay?” she asked, her eyes searching yours with concern.

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Just... thinking about everything. It was intense.”

“Tell me about it” Ava sighed. “It’s hard to believe Davis is really gone. And his poor mother and wife were so devastated…it was heartbreaking”

“Yeah” you echoed, your mind flashing back to the ceremony. The speeches, the memories shared, the way everyone had come together to honor Davis’s legacy. It was overwhelming, but also a stark reminder of the void he left behind.

As you approached the office building, the familiar hum of activity began to seep into your senses. The transition from the tranquil outdoors to the bustling environment felt jarring. The routine, the noise, the normalcy—everything seemed out of place in the wake of your loss.

“Hey” Ava’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Want to grab that coffee before we dive into work?”

“Yeah, that sounds good” you replied, grateful for the distraction.

As you walked to the break room, you couldn’t help but replay your last conversation with Natasha. You haven’t seen her since Friday, it’s like you ached for her presence, but she hadn’t contacted you and the worries that she might not contact you again left you numb.

“So” Ava said as she poured two cups of coffee, “Do you think we’ll ever find out what really happened to Davis?”

You took a sip of the steaming coffee, the warmth spreading through you. “I hope so”

Ava nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah well, im pretty sure Bowman has something to do with it.”

“Yeah probably”

——

As you returned to your desk, coffee in hand, you found yourself immersed once more in Davis's meticulously organized case files, each page a breadcrumb leading deeper into the convoluted narratives of high-profile divorces and contentious custody battles. Amid the dry legal documents, something about the case of a wealthy couple caught your attention—an affluent businessman accusing his wife of alcoholism, claiming custody of their child. It tugged at your heart, remembering of your parents hard divorce.

Lost in thought, you absentmindedly flipped through the paperwork, trying to piece together the puzzle of a mother yearning to reclaim what she perceived as stolen from her.

Suddenly, a folder nestled among the case files caught your eye. It seemed out of place, not connected to any ongoing litigation. As you opened it, you were surprised to find what appeared to be economic data of the company—a jumble of numbers, graphs, and financial projections. Your brow furrowed as you tried to make sense of the figures. There was an unsettling pattern indicating financial instability, a revelation that sent a chill down your spine.

Sitting back in your chair, you rubbed your temples, the implications sinking in. Davis had been onto something—evidence of corporate malfeasance, perhaps. Was it possible he had stumbled upon information that Bowman would kill to protect?

Your fingers traced over the pages, each one revealing more about what might be causing the company's impending downfall. There were records of donations far exceeding what the company could sustainably afford, and a name jumped out at you: "The Old Oak Sip." — It sparked a memory, a name you had encountered before, but where?

The clock on the wall ticked away, a steady reminder of time slipping by as you delved deeper into each piece of evidence which hinted at a larger conspiracy, and you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The numbers were not just figures on a page; they were the remnants of a hidden truth, a web of deceit and corruption that Davis had inadvertently stumbled upon.

Your mind raced, trying to connect the dots. The Old Oak Sip—why did it sound so familiar? You closed your eyes, willing the memory to resurface.

Could this club be the key to unraveling the mystery of Davis's murder? The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through you. If Davis had uncovered something significant about this place and maybe the reason why Bowman was making donation to this place, it might explain why he was killed.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered the files and carefully tucked them in your bag mindful of the prying eyes that might be watching you.

Standing up from your chair, you cast a glance around the office, ensuring no one was watching too closely. As you made your way to the elevator, you felt the knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped inside, only to be met by Emily.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

You mustered a weak smile. "Not really, I’m not feeling too well. I think I need to head home. Can you let Ava know?"

Emily nodded sympathetically. "Of course. Take care of yourself, alright?"

"Thanks" you replied as the elevator doors closed with a soft ding.

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Your apartment was a mess: each file spread across the coffee table, your eyes scanning the documents with a mix of urgency and trepidation. You flipped open your laptop, fingers flying over the keys as you searched for any information on "The Old Oak Sip." The results were scant, revealing only that it was a high-end night club cocktail bar open exclusively on Wednesday nights. You tried to dig deeper, but everything seemed locked behind layers of exclusivity, and the club accessible only with tickets.

A frustrated huff escaped your lips. You needed to get inside that club, to uncover the secrets it held. But how?

Then it struck you—Bowman's money clip. The strange tickets you had found in the secret compartment. You hadn't understood their significance at the time, but now, a spark of realization ignited. You dashed to your bedroom, rifling through the nightstand until your fingers closed around the wallet.

"Ah, found it!" you exclaimed, excitement bubbling up as you pulled out the tickets. "Old Oak Ink Premium Pass." This was it. Your ticket inside.

You held the pass in your hand, the weight of it somehow more profound now. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you let out a shaky breath. This pass was your key to uncovering the truth. Your mind drifted back to Davis, to the look of determination on his face when he had been on the verge of a breakthrough. He had died for this, and now it was up to you to finish what he started.

Taking a deep breath, you resolved to see this through. You couldn't let fear hold you back, not when so much was at stake.

You placed the pass carefully in your wallet, feeling a renewed sense of purpose heading’s back to the living room, your mind was already racing with plans for the night. The Old Oak Sip awaited, and with it, the answers you so desperately sought.

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Wednesday had arrived faster than you anticipated, your mind racing with thoughts of the impending night at The Old Oak Sip. Natasha's continued silence gnawed at you, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate task: choosing how to dress.

Standing before your closet, you searched for an outfit that would help you blend in. Finally, after twenty minutes of searching through your wardrobe you opted for skinny black jeans, high boots, and a black shirt—a look that was both sleek and understated. Not your usual, but it fitted the purpose.

The taxi sped through the ink-black night, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and crimson. The hum of the engine thrummed beneath you, a dull counterpoint to the chaotic swirl of thoughts in your mind. You leaned back against the worn leather seat, the coolness of the material doing little to calm the fevered heat of your thoughts. Natasha’s stern, knowing eyes flashed in your memory, and you could almost hear her voice, a melody of concern and admonition, warning you against your reckless choice.

Outside, the city seemed to pulse with life—treetlights cast elongated shadows that danced like phantoms across the pavement, and the distant murmur of the nightlife was a haunting symphony that filled the silence. You knew you should tell Natasha about your discovery, about the cryptic “Old Oak Sip” but the thought of her disapproving gaze, the inevitable scolding for your recklessness, made you hesitate. You needed to deal with this one on your own.

The cabbie’s eyes flicked to you in the rearview mirror, curiosity evident but unspoken—The taxi slowed to a stop, and you paid the fare with hands that trembled slightly, the anticipation gnawing at your resolve. As you stepped out into the night, the cool air hit you like a slap, invigorating and terrifying all at once.

The Old Oak Sip loomed ahead, its neon sign casting an eerie glow. Two imposing bodyguards stood at the entrance, their muscular frames and stern expressions exuding an air of intimidation. One had a shaved head and a thick neck, his arms crossed over a broad chest, while the other sported a buzz cut and an angular jaw, his eyes scanning the crowd with hawk-like vigilance. A small group of people lingered outside, chatting and smoking, their laughter incongruent with the tension knotting your stomach.

You took a deep breath and approached the door. "Hello" you greeted, your voice wavering slightly.

"Ticket?" one of the bodyguards demanded, his gaze piercing through you.

"Oh, yes. Right" You fumbled with your wallet, pulling out the ticket and handing it over with a forced smile. "Sorry, it’s my first time here"

The guard nodded, his expression inscrutable. "Have fun" he said, handing the ticket back and stepping aside to let you pass.

Inside, a strange mix of scents assaulted your senses—sweat, alcohol, and something floral, perhaps incense. The interior was a blend of opulence and decay. Dim, colored lights cast long shadows on the worn wooden floor, and rich red velvet drapes framed the walls, giving the place an almost theatrical feel. The bar was a polished mahogany affair, lined with bottles of every conceivable liquor, and the air buzzed with the low hum of conversations and distant music.

As you scanned the room, trying to find someone who might be a staff member, a woman appeared before you. She had striking features—sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes lined with kohl, and full, dark lips. Her hair was an intricate mass of braids, adorned with tiny, shimmering beads that caught the light as she moved.

"Hello" she said, her voice smooth and commanding.

"Hi" you replied, taken aback by her presence.

"You’re late. Volunteers need to come around nine so that we can dress them up" she said, her tone leaving little room for argument.

You stared at her, confused. "I- uh..”

“It’s alright, I’ll make an exception…you smell- divine by the way”

“Uhm thanks but I’m n-“ You tried to explain, but she cut you off swiftly “Come on, we have to be quick” she said— before you could protest further, she grabbed your hand, her grip firm and insistent, and began leading you through the place.

Your mind raced, a mix of anxiety and confusion swirling within you. The realization that you were being mistaken for someone else-or something else— brought a surge of panic. What had you gotten yourself into? You felt the press of bodies around you, the pulse of the music thrumming through the air, heightening your senses and adding to your disorientation.

"Wait, I-" you tried to protest, but the words were lost in the cacophony of the club. The woman's pace was relentless, weaving through clusters of people with practiced ease. Her grip on your hand was unyielding, and you stumbled slightly, struggling to keep up.

"What?” she asked not hinting to stop walking.

"I’m not a volunteer. I really need to talk to your boss or whoever’s in charge here" you insisted, your voice tinged with desperation.

She halted abruptly, turning to face you. "Why do you need to talk to Viktor?" she asked, her eyes boring into yours.

You hesitated, heart pounding. "I... I need to discuss something important. It’s about... business" you stammered, hoping it sounded convincing.

"Listen, sweetie, I have a job to do and we’re already late. I don’t want to be fired." She studied you for a moment, then sighed. "You know what? Keep your clothes. They’ll do. You still look gorgeous" — “Follow me”

"Look, I’m not a dancer or a stripper-I can’t dance if that’s what you were hoping. I just want to get some uh…drinks" you lied, trying to sound casual.

She laughed, a melodic sound that seemed out of place in the dim, chaotic club. "You can have all the drinks you want, after someone picks you"

"Pick me?" you echoed, confusion evident in your voice.

"Yeah, some of them are ugh, ugly…but don’t worry. You’ll forget everything by tomorrow morning" she said nonchalantly, leading you through a set of heavy red velvet curtains.

Your heart pounded as you stepped through the velvet curtains, the rhythm so fierce you feared it might burst from your chest— You stood paralyzed, your limbs weighted by a sudden, profound fear. How could you be this stupid, this naive, you thought, your mind spiraling in frantic loops. The sight before you seemed to stretch time, the air thick with an oppressive, unnameable dread.

Your breath hitched, panic bubbling up as you tried to make sense of the scene.

Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your feet were rooted to the spot, trapped by an invisible force.

In that moment, you knew you were in over your head. The full weight of your mistake crashed down on you, leaving you breathless and trembling. The realization was as cold and merciless as the air around you, and you could do nothing but stand there, paralyzed by the enormity of what you had stumbled into.

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raven-dor · 5 months ago

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stand by me

in which steve harrington drives his best friend and cousin to the snowball, and realizes something very important

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, dustin henderson x PLATONIC!reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, fluff, young love, realization, farrah fawcett spray<3

WORD COUNT: 1,388

AN: this is an epilogue from one of my wattpad stories, love story!! feel free to check it out!! (username is raven-dor)

"Oh Dusty, you look great."

He huffed and flailed his arms. "This isn't how Steve's hair looks, Mom."

Y/N walked into the bathroom, ready to chaperone after she was voluntold, yet again.

"Here, let me."

Dustin turned around, grinning teasingly at his cousin. "You look pretty Y/N/N."

She smiled. Her hair was blown out. She really didn't do her hair that often, opting to wear it natural, and dances were one of the only times she felt like "getting fancy," as Dustin put it.

"Thanks, Dusty. It's my mom's old dress."

She stepped up to him, and her Aunt Claudia stepped out. "Hold still." She smiled down as she worked on his hair. "I was the one who taught Steve how to do his hair. Trust me."

She stepped back. "There. Perfect." Dustin turned around, smiling from ear to ear. She hugged him tightly. "You look great, Dustin."

Her aunt peeked her head in the door. "Your ride is here."

Dustin walked out of the bathroom, leaving Y/N to spray some perfume on, before walking out into her dining room to Steve Harrington. She grinned.

Steve was inspecting Dustin's hair, while simultaneously making small talk with her aunt. She couldn't help but feel giddy looking at him. She stepped out into the light, her heels clicking against the linoleum. He looked up, his face somehow glowing under her kitchen's fluorescent lighting.

"Y/N." He took a short breath. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks, Steve." She clapped her hands, trying to distract herself from the fact that he’d just complimented her. "Let's go. We have to be fashionably late." She grinned at her cousin. "You need a grand entrance."

Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys off the counter. "Let's hit the road." He smiled back at the older woman. "I'll bring them back safe, Mrs. Henderson."

She smiled, waving with one hand while Mews's replacement was being held by the other. "Have a good time, kids."

Steve pulled in front of the school, Dustin clearing his throat.

"Okay, here we are. Remember, once you get in there..."

"Pretend like I don't care."

"You don't care."

"I don't care."

"There you go. You're learning, my friend, you're learning."

Dustin stared at his hair again.

"Hey! Come on. You look great, okay? You look... you look great. I mean, you got you're hair done by the master."

Y/N nodded, putting her hands together and bowing. "Thank you."

"Now you're gonna go in there..."

"Yeah."

"Look like a million bucks."

"Yeah!"

And you're gonna slay 'em dead."

"Like a lion." He purred, and Steve shook his head. "Don't do that, okay?"

"Okay."

Steve held his hand out. "Good luck!"

Dustin nodded, putting his hand in Steve's. Y/N got out of the back and hugged him. "Y/N/N! Off!"

"Love you, Dustin." She walked back towards Steve's car, leaning in the window. "Thank you. For everything." She smiled back at the school. "Dustin loves you."

"He's a good kid."

"Yeah." She stood up straight. "I'll see you in two hours."

He smiled. "See you then."

She walked inside the school, Mr. Clarke sitting at the table in the front room, and waved at Y/N.

"Ms. Wilkins, great to see you. Thank you for the help on decorating duty. Let's hope chaperoning is just as fun."

"I'm sure it will be Mr. Clarke. Is there anywhere you'd like me to start?"

"If you could watch the kids, make sure nothing gets too..."

Y/N giggled. "Yeah. Got it. I'll be out on the dance floor." She walked slowly, twisting between the tons of nervous middle schoolers. She spotted her cousin and the party standing at a table and waved when she made eye contact with Max. After about twenty minutes, she became extraordinarily bored and walked over to the punch table for a break.

"Hey, Nance."

The older Wheeler smiled back. "Y/N/N. Punch?"

"Yes, please."

Nancy handed her a glass, and she winked, yelling back at Nancy. "You're a doll."

Standing near the edge of the dance floor, she tried not to think about how lonely this made her feel or how she wished Steve was here, like in their seventh-grade year.

"Wilkins!"

She twirled around and laughed to herself, watching Steve as he waved at her through a crowd of angsty tweens. She tried not to look too excited and took a calming breath. "Harrington, what are you doing here?"

He weaved through the last ten middle schoolers in his way and stood a breath away from her, smiling down at her with his signature mischievous grin. "Skip this dance with me."

She smiled up at him, that smug bastard. He knew she would cave. "I can't."

"You and I both know you don't want to be here." He looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please?"

She could never say no to him and pretended to act annoyed by huffing. "Fine." He held out his hand, and she interlaced her fingers with his. So much for being annoyed. Steve smiled down at her. "Remind you of anything?"

"Don't remind me. That was the start of dark times."

He rolled his eyes and put his coat over her shoulders. "My lady."

She tried not to make it too obvious that she had just melted into his warm jacket and smell. "Why thank you, kind sir."

One of the "valets" opened the door for them, and the cold hit instantly. She pulled Steve closer to her, his warmth radiating off of his arm. He walked her to his car and opened the car door, bowing slightly.

"So kind."

He ran around the car and jumped in. "Where to?"

"Take me away, Harrington!"

He laughed, putting the keys in the ignition. "Alright then." He grinned and sped off. She turned on the radio and switched to her favorite channel. The familiar bass into one of her favorites came on, and she turned it up, in a comforting state of happiness and shock.

"It's the song, Steve! The song-"

He smiled. "The song that played at our Sadie Hawkins..." He murmured to himself. "I remember."

She sat up and let her voice ring through the car. "When the night has come, and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we'll see..."

"No, I won't be afraid, oh I won't be afraid..."

"Just as long as you stand, stand by me..."

Steve started to yell the lyrics. "SO DARLING DARLING STAND BY ME! OH STAND BY ME!" She threw her head back, giggling at his horrible singing. God, he couldn't hold a tune to save his life.

"Stand by me!"

Y/N kept singing, Steve coming in as backup when she needed it. He looked over at her every few seconds, admiring her. God, she was gorgeous.

Wait, gorgeous?

And that's when it finally hit him. After nearly ten years of being friends, he finally realized what half of Hawkins had known all along. He was in love with Y/N Wilkins.

He sat frozen in his seat. If he was really being honest with himself, he had always been in love with her. His best friend. And, of course, he was. Who wouldn’t be? He was flustered from watching her sing her heart out. He couldn't help himself when she looked like that, or when she looked like anything. She could be sicker than a dog and he woul still look at her like she hung the stars in the sky. It didn’t help him at all that the moon's light made her look angelic. She was breathtaking, always had been he supposed.

This was not good.

Y/N looked over at him, and Steve snapped out of his panic-fueled thoughts when he saw her pretending to use his comb as a microphone. She pointed it toward him, flipping her head around dramatically.

"So darling, darling, stand by me!"

Steve grinned and decided to save the overthinking for another day. He just wanted to enjoy this moment with his best friend. He leaned his head sideways, touching hers. "Oh, stand by me!"

The music blared in the background, and the two completely enamored but clueless teenagers raced down the road, the happiest either of them had ever been in a long time.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 5 #eleven #dustin henderson #literature #🪩! fics

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lazzarella · 11 months ago

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So, I'm super new to Thai BLs (as in, just started watching them a week ago, because I'm dumb and didn't realise how easy to access they were lmao) but I've watched a lot of romance (movies/shows) over the years, both queer and het. And I've seen a lot of onscreen couples with great chemistry!

Couples who look at each other in a way that makes you feel like you're intruding, or whose kisses (or more) are fire, or who do those longing looks that make you ache, or who are just so damn sweet together you get a toothache, etc. and so on. But I feel like it's rare to find two people who can do ALL of that really well?

But MileApo do (does?? IDK how to grammar with ship names lol) all of that extraordinarily well on top of being so. Fucking. Funny! Seriously. Finding comedic partners like that is a pretty rare thing too, I think

And then to balance all of that and have none of it feel forced??? To have two actors who have that comedic and dramatic range, who can be that vulnerable with each other, can play off each other like that, (and I think they're both really early in their careers? Like I said, I'm new here!), IDK... It's definitely special! All the praise I read beforehand was not undue

I know I'm so late to the party here but I'm just so blown away that I'm embarrassing myself by rambling on Tumblr but I needed to get my feelings out somewhere and where better than this hellsite haha (and sorry to my three followers who were here for Saltburn 🤣)

#kinnporsche #i could just not tag this but I want to find it again haha #And I’m not above publicly embarrassing myself 😜#Anyway I always feel awkward when I’m new to something lol #But whatever!#lazzarella watches tv #kpts*

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wyattjohnston · 1 year ago

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we all have our secrets - jack hughes

summary: sometimes secrets go on just a little too long

word count: 1703

note: don’t mind me, just being extraordinarily late to @callsign-denmark’s birthday bingo.

bingo squares: secret romance + “please stay” + captain’s sister + pining + engagement

Emilie stood awkwardly behind Nico as they walked into the party—she was a reluctant plus one to an engagement party of people she barely knew. Nico, upon her unexpected arrival in New Jersey, had taken it upon himself to make sure she didn’t spend all her time sitting in her room by herself. Emilie appreciated the thought; she just didn’t have much of anything in common with Nico’s teammates and their families aside from the assortment of Swiss teammates he had.

And Jack.

There was also Jack.

Until Emilie saw somebody she knew, she stood by Nico’s side as he did his captainly duties and greeted everybody he knew—if anybody in the room didn’t know who he was, they’d be forgiven for thinking he was the groom-to-be.

She shook hands with the people who introduced themselves, gave polite hugs to the people she’d already met, and blended into the background when Nico stopped to have an actual conversation with someone she only vaguely recognised. Nico would remind her when they got home that he’d like her to make an effort, that he didn’t want to be the only person she knew in the city.

Halfway through her first drink, Emilie’s eyes drifted around the room, drawn to the main doors of the function room, and locked onto Jack as he entered. He was already looking at her. Her smile was instant if not subdued. Despite the tugging she felt in her body, she kept her feet firmly planted so that Nico wouldn’t have any reason to ask questions.

Jack had no issues making his way directly to her, though, under the guise of greeting Nico.

“Come with me to get a drink?” Jack asked Emilie, already guiding her to the open bar with his hand hovering over her lower back.

Neither of them said another word until they were at the bar and well out of earshot of Nico.

Jack leant in close, his voice hot against her ear as he whispered, “Holy shit you’re so hot.”

Emilie kept her attention on the bartender, trying to flag him down, even though she knew her cheeks were flaming red and anybody who saw the colour with Jack pressed so close to her back would be able to guess the sordid things Jack was continuing to whisper.

They tucked themselves away at a low table in a corner once they had a couple of drinks in hand, sitting a respectable distance from each other but still with their heads tilted towards each other to hear each other over the music and loud conversations happening nearby. Under the table, Emilie hooked her foot around Jack’s ankle because her desire to hold his hand couldn’t be satiated.

“I think they’re about to do speeches,” Nico said, catching Emilie’s attention. She tried not to look caught out at how close she was to Jack, but Nico didn’t seem to notice.

He passed a champagne flute to her, Jonas handing one to Jack, and they all stood to listen to the speeches. With everyone else standing in front of them, Jack’s fingers brushed against Emilie’s and let their pinkies link.

Keeping their relationship a secret hadn’t been the intention. Neither of them had specifically voiced out loud that they weren’t going to tell Nico—it had just been a given because when they’d slept together for the first time it was just supposed to be sex and Emilie didn’t exactly like the idea of her brother knowing who she was sleeping with.

As it became more and more like a relationship, it never came up and, three months later, it very much felt like it was getting too long.

Luckily, Nico didn’t ask questions about where Emilie disappeared to when she wasn’t sitting around at home, so she never had to lie to him. She wondered, sometimes, what excuses Jack made when she was over, and Nico asked to hang out. It just felt like tempting fate to ask.

Cuddling up to Jack was so easy, sitting between his legs and watching him play a video game. It wasn’t her favourite pastime by any means—the story of Hitman was fascinating even if the gameplay wasn’t her cup of tea—but it was easy to lean back against his chest and be near him.

“I should think about going,” she said reluctantly as she pulled out her phone and realised it was after eight.

Jack dropped the controller onto the coffee table, his arms wrapping easily around Emilie’s waist, and holding her close. Emilie melted into him, tilting her head when he nudged it, letting him press a kiss to her neck.

“Please stay.”

How could she say no?

The worst part of it all was that Nico and Jack were best friends. It was great having Jack around; it was just hard when he was at the apartment to spend time with Nico and not her. At least not exclusively.

Nico didn’t have any issues with Emilie crashing his hang out time with Jack, whether it was watching television or just listening to music and vibing. She drew the line at watching them play FIFA, though, because there wasn’t even a plot to follow.

If Jack came over for dinner Luke was never far behind, and the four of them ate whatever had been decided on. Emilie was exhausted, truthfully, at the effort it took to not stare at Jack the entire time—he had far fewer qualms about that, though neither Nico nor Luke ever mentioned it—and she longed to be able to hold his hand or just be pressed up against his side.

“Em and I will get the dishes tonight,” Jack said when the table was cleared of food.

Emilie put on a show of being affronted that he’d volunteered her to clean up, but when they were tucked away in the kitchen, away from prying eyes, she let Jack sweep her into a hug and breathed him in.

“I missed you,” she sighed, making sure to keep her voice low. Jack hummed in agreement.

They did actually wash the dishes—loaded the dishwasher, at least—always standing close and always with unsubtle touches that would give them away if either Nico or Luke walked in.

The unspoken secrecy kept going, even as Emilie spent more and more nights at Jack’s. While he hadn’t asked directly, Nico’s line of questioning was getting less subtle. He asked if he should expect her home whenever she left, instead of waiting for her to text him after she’d left, and he started talking about things he’d done with former girlfriends as if he was trying to give her ideas for dates.

His lines of questioning still never had her lie outright, for which she was thankful.

The fact that he and Jack had almost the exact same schedule made it incredibly easy for her to navigate the apartment building without being seen. By Nico, anyway. One of their neighbours absolutely knew what was going on, watching Emilie slink between the apartments at all hours of the day.

“Did you forget to do any washing?” Nico asked, laughing when he saw her on the couch after coming home from a road trip.

“No?” Emilie responded with a furrowed brow.

“That’s a Devils’ hoodie.”

Emilie held out her arms, looking down at the Devils’ logo splashed across her chest—she frowned at it harder and then, out of pure instinct, rushed to cross her arms. When she looked back at Nico, it was clear he’d seen exactly what she had.

“That wasn’t a thirteen, was it?”

Her eyes fell shut, knowing it was a direct question she couldn’t lie to him. Lying by omission had been hard enough.

“No.”

“Jack’s who you’ve been spending all your time with?”

“Yes.”

Nico nodded once, his face impossible to read, and disappeared down the hall to his bedroom. Emilie sighed to herself as she looked back down at the 86 printed onto the hoodie. She didn’t even know when she’d picked it up from Jack’s, much less why she hadn’t realised what it was when she’d pulled it over her head that morning.

She sent a quick text to Jack—‘Nico knows. I’ll call you after I’ve talked to him’—and took a steadying breath before following Nico down the hall and knocking gently on his door frame.

“Yeah?”

Peaking around the corner, Emilie felt her heart in her throat. Nico didn’t make her nervous, typically, but the unchartered territory she was approaching had her uncertain.

He didn’t seem mad, so that was a relief. His face was contorted, though, confusion and hurt displayed for the entire world to see.

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you,” Emilie said, entering the room and standing at the end of Nico’s bed. His hands stilled on the clothes in his open suitcase. “It wasn’t even supposed to be anything and then it became something and… I’m in way over my head here.”

“You’re telling me. Did you think I’d be mad? That I tell you I couldn’t? Because he’s my best friend and I can’t think of anybody I’d rather you date—and I think you’d be good for him, too. I just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me.”

“Can I tell you now?” she asked hopefully. “I’d like to tell you. I really like him.”

Nico’s face shifted into a small smile, the underlying hurt not entirely disappearing, and he told Emilie to sit down while he unpacked.

“Tell me.”

The knock at the apartment door had Emilie running to it because she no longer had to be subdued about Jack’s arrival. She threw her arms around his neck as soon as she saw him, absolutely catching Luke in the head with a stray elbow as she did so, judging by the pained noise he made.

“Love that this is something I have to look forward to, now,” Luke grumbled, pushing past them and their doorway make out session.

Jack smiled against Emilie’s mouth.

They held hands as they walked into the apartment, Emilie’s heart swelling when Jack’s fingers entwined with hers instead of pulling away.

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magicalgardenofhypnosis · 7 months ago

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Bromancing The Frat God

Max Theo Teal is head of the Frat leader of the place across from my home is partying for the length of it all, and it is a ridiculous level of music elevating louder annoying and extraordinarily distracting volume of It is flowing through the room. One day I see him standing outside late at night with the American flag on this car as he walks around the area in excitement is at a high, he throws the cigarette in his mouth to the ground stepping on to it he smashes under his threat.Apparently he does not see me so I am able go grab his attention after I run inside to my bedroom and use my telescope at my bed room window to stare across the street as I can him out and I can see his ass is popping through his pants.

Using my telescope to scan his body as his information is entered in forming biologically a Hypno target dart aiming at him as the red beam aims after his forehead and he caught his eyes landing in the middle of the bridge of his nose.Reaching his middle eye as I press on it and the billet shoots forward hitting him head on as he falls backwards on to the dirty streets below I excitedly jump up and racing down to the main floor and one of the friend door as I run across.Max stares mindlessly in to the sky as his eyes go dull becoming white, they roll back in to his head as he shook sending vibration throughout his body, he is left astounded by my power the technology rewriting his entire existence to my will.

Let me go”

“Why am I half naked?”

“Because I want it too”

“Set me free”

“Shut up and don’t move”

“How did you …”

“I am your Master”

“Yes Master!”

“Kneel for me bitch”

“I am not a…”

“Yes you are bitch”

“Sshhhh”

“Don’t try”

“There is no shame in submission “

“So you say”

“I Told You So”

“Bastard”

“No! You are”

“Why?”

“I am tired and frustrated with you “

“I never did a thing”

“Oh really? Every night partying”

“We are frat”

“So what?”

“What did you expect?”

“So common decency “

“Pfffft! You oldies”

“Who are you calling old?”

“You! You are thirty “

“Asshole! That’s it”

“Motherfucker”

“I will teach you a lesson”

“I dare you too try”

“Did you just smack me?”

“Better get use to it”

“You are crazy”

“Actually I am quite sane and right”

The end

#max thieriot #bro #magic #love spells #mind control #hypnosis #total power exchange

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siremasterlawrence · 3 months ago

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Late Night At Glenn’s

This is my official ending and closure to a ex sub of mine named Erick Aka Don or whatever his real name is. He recently came back in to my life only because he saw me looking at his profile and acts like barely knows me.

It is a late night at his…I mean Eric’s ex sub of mine who I found again by accidentally being online who always disappears on me and soon enough we agree to meet up finally after so many years.I am grabbing a cab heading there because I cannot stop thinking about why I am about to do as the car pulls up and I get out of the cab paying for the taxi. I see Eric pull his window shade aside as he waves at me hyper with a big smile on his face and I wave back turning my head to the side. I roll my eyes opening the door of the gate for his home entering in, I stepping up the stair case as I walk upward to the door and knock it as he lets me inside and he happily welcomes me. We head in to the bedroom as the door shut slamming behind him with a gigantic smile he pulls a chair to the side and sitting his own ass down as he faces me and puts his hand in his hair. He pushes his hand in to his hair as if he is combing through it, it falls to the side as I stood up peering him down and seeing his nipples push through his shirt and decide to take him.

“So what’s up man?” He asks me in his usual bull shit.

“Nothing much! You?”

“Same! I missed you “

“Did you really?”

“Yeah!”

“Ok! Enough! Sleep”

“What! Uuuuggghhh!”

“Imagine my voice is like a electrical chord “

“You hear me! I am loud and bold “

“You are sitting in sprinkles of darkness “

“All you hear is my voice “

“I make you feel safe and calm”

“Surrender to my voice as you fall”

“Your body collapses “

“Watching you body float to the side”

“I am in control, and I am in the driver seat “

“The door opens up before you and enter “

“Take a step as you count down to ten”

He commences starts speaking as he count taking a step in each as his main dives deep in to his subconscious because I about to be able to screw him for good and making him pay for it. I happily stand up walking behind his chair as I place my hand on his shoulder firmly grasping him tightly as I rub his mass of shoulder and cup his chin as force him to look him up. I lean his face upwards as I kiss him finally getting my wish, grabbing the top of his head as shake his head, arms, legs and drop him down in to total submission summoning his inner mind.He is lost to the world shove his back to the chair sitting on his lap as I can feel his cock grow hard, so disgusting really I lean in with a simple yank start to mess his head asking queuing making him see how powerless he is.This massive, masculine, Herculean body is under my control now so tall it towers me but I control him, I rise up instructing him to obey me as he slowly undoes his clothes as they lift off of his body and he completely strips his clothes off. He stood up half naked in just his underwear staring ahead then to drop his under pants as he bends over for me and I swat his butt intensely so hard and his butt turns red and taking a deep breath I get annoyed as I tell him to stand up.

“You can hear me, extraordinarily loud and you will submit.”

“I command you to go blank and split in to a blank canvas.”

“When you wake up you will be named Glenn and ready for yourself to be claimed.”

“You are dumb, funny and out going”

“You are a party animal”

“Crazy “

“Stay out late “

“Sit on you lap”

“Love to be manhandled “

“You are in love with me”

“My tall handsome glass of water”

“You love me”

“I can’t wait to fuck you”

“You owe me”

“You will pay “

“Yes Master”

“Let’s begin”

“Wake up “

“Hey Master”

“Oh! Hey Eric”

“It’s Glenn”

“Right Glenn, can I fuck you ?”

“You can do what you like obviously “

“Bend over and for me in”

“Slipping my cock in to “

“Oh fuck Master”

“Feels so good”

“Ugh Fuck”

“Fuck Fuck!”

“You will cum”

“On my command “

“‘Mmmmmm”

“Yes Master!”

“Oh ffffuuuccckkk”

“Yes yes “

“Sssshhhhiiiitttt!”

The end

#glenn powell #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #hypno submission #mind control slaves #male transformation #total power exchange #power exchange #transformation #true stories

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sazabi-rot · 2 months ago

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I know I'm extraordinarily late to the party on this one but I just finished up MGS2 and well what the fuck that game is a masterpiece

Also

tosses Raiden into the meow meow bin

#mgs #mgs2 #raiden #mgs raiden #metal gear solid

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 year ago

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Confused Heart

Older (Nineteen years old) and Dark Camilo Madrigal x Female Reader x Younger (30 years old) Bruno Madrigal

Prologue: My Dear Sweet Uncle.

Before you entered life, the extraordinarily gifted Camilo Madrigal was only twelve years of age.

He had NEVER been in love.

Nor did Camilo have a small and simple crush on a girl.

He thought all girls had cooties and were too ugly to be loved by anyone. Camilo did not understand why people married.

Thus, Camilo Madrigal only played and was friends with boys.

No doubt, Camilo loved all his female family members.

He respected them and loved them back. Camilo was just not interested in Romance.

Not to mention, Camilo was now very close to his estranged uncle, The Bruno Madrigal.

Thanks to cousin Maribel, he was accepted back into the family. Both nephew and uncle spent moments together.

They loved each other and would do anything for one another.

But, that all changed Camilo's life with one family dinner. He never assumed or was prepared for the fact that a woman would come between them.

Camilo remembered clearly that the family was acting rather strange.

Everything was… fancy.

The dishes were not ordinary. Quality food served during holidays and parties. Not that Camilo was complaining.

Was this a special occasion?

The table cloth, china and even napkins were beautified.

"Is there a guest coming?" Camilo whispered to his older sister, Dolores as he sat down on his chair seat in the dining hall.

Dolores Madrigal nodded. Camilo noticed his sister dolled up too. And the rest of his family.

Must be one important guest to make such preparations to impress.

Maybe his father's boss or the mayor was coming over for dinner.

There was a knock on the door and everyone stilled for a second. Pepa quickly checked her hair in the mirror. "She's here!" Pepa harshly whispered.

Camilo blinked in surprise. "She?"

Maribel grinned and nodded as she opened the door.

"Holy Crap." Camilo muttered in disbelief and awe.

The tween stared at the lovely specimen that entered his magical home.

She had fat red lips. Plump they were. An elegant swan neck. Demure shoulders and a lithe ballerina body with long legs and small feet.

She was literally a human sized doll.

Camilo felt something he never experienced.

His male organ felt wet and began to non stop drip like a waterfall.

It then twitched and ached in a pain with longing he did not understand.

What was happening to him?

Camilo couldn't explain this.

That young lady must not be an ordinary human. She must have had powers too like the family. It must have explained why she put Camilo under this spell.

All of his family walked over and politely greeted the guest.

Grandma looked over her shoulder and ushered Camilo to come.

Before the said boy was to obey, Uncle Bruno rushed down the stairs.

He stood in front of the young lady then kissed her square on the forehead!

Camilo was surprised.

"Mi Amor." Uncle Bruno pulled the woman into his arms then hugged her tight.

Camilo felt something new again. But it was towards his uncle Bruno this time. And it was something dark and unholy.

Envy… and hate.

Dear Readers, tomorrow is Labor Day! No school. So, I can stay late and study a bit then wake up late.

I made this prologue. I am excited for this story. I love the fan arts of an older Camilo and Bruno. They are so handsome. Multiple lovers are better than one. Right? Anyway, please comment and give notes so other females can read it. I love fame.

#disney encanto #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #disney

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calumsrockstar · 11 months ago

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Lady and the tramp - Calum Hood

a/n: I'm sorry for any historial inacuracies! I wrote this from the top of my head

Contents: description of abuse, royal courting, tooth rotting fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f recieving), creampie, mentions of pregnancy.

You were to be wed to your horrible fiancé, but when you spot a beautiful tall man, you think your luck has changed.

Royal!Calum x Royal!Reader (fem)

You looked in the mirror while you applied your favorite rouge to your cheeks. Tonight was the annual Hood ball, since sir Arthur Hood became king, this became a tradition. Every year lavish parties were thrown to celebrate his reign.

Your fiancé, William, which you were bethrothed to since you were 16, grabbed your arm and dug his nails into your skin. "We cannot be late, y/n. You know Arthur is expecting us." He looked into your eyes sternly. Your lady in waiting, Arabella, watched this happen, knowing if she intervened she would get punished.

"I know, i'm almost ready, i'm terribly sorry" You apologized, wincing from the pain. "Good. We'll be leaving in ten minutes." He replied. Finally releasing your arm, he left the room, allowing you to finish your preparations.

Tears started to form in your eyes, while you rushed to Arabella. "I don´t think i can take this much, Bella." You hugged her. She had been your only friend since you were wed to William.

"Be strong, y/n." She told you, wiping your tears. "You'll get through this, I promise." Making you smile.

"Let me help you get ready, maybe you'll find a new husband." She laughed, making you giggle and sniffle. "Suck in." She said, tightening your corset while you placed your hands on your mirror, scrunching your face.

You were wearing a beautiful lavender gown, with your hair put up and slighly curled. You also wore an expensive pearl necklace and white gloves. The epitome of class, you looked absolutely gorgeous.

You turned to Arabella. "How do I look?" You asked. "Splendid." She replied, smiling. She gave you a final hug. "We'll see each other soon." You grinned. "When I get back, I'll tell you all about it."

The ride to the castle was long and arduous. You felt your stomach turn into knots, especially because your fiancé was right by your side, keeping an eye on you.

When you finally got out of your carriage, you observed an extraordinarily large castle, with a huge water fountain, and yards of bright green shrubbery. The night was cold, but William refused to give you his coat.

You walked in with your arm intertwined with your fiancé, getting lost in the big castle. When you finally found the ballroom, it was enormous, checkered floors with gold marble statues, big chandeliers and what seemed to be hundreds of tables.

Loud classical music was playing and you saw hundreds of unfamiliar faces laughing and chatting. You wished you could be as relaxed as them, talking with your partner.

You heard your fiancé hum pleasantly, meaning he was satisfied with what he saw, you on the other hand were terrified. "I don´t know how to dance William, i´ve never been to a ball." You told him. "You´ll learn now, don´t give me attitude." He replied, making you put your head down.

Your eyes locked on one particular man. He was the only one who was sitting down, and he was munching on a quiche, with crumbs all over his suit.

He was astonishingly handsome, fluffy dark hair and soulful deep brown eyes, his bushy eyebrows framed his face perfectly. You giggled, observing the strange sight of the handsome brute.

Women started gathering at one side of the room, while men on another, signifying that the dance was about to start. The mysterious man didn´t get up, instead watched, smiling.

Your fiancé whispered in your ear. "Don't ruin this for me, y/n." Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded.

You walked up to William, and tried to fit in as much as possible, placing your hand on his and twirling around, looking like a scared little bunny.

The stranger noticed this, he leaned over from his chair, furrowing his eyebrows. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, you looked stunning in your dress that moved with evey step you took.

He also noticed your fiancé, which had an angry expression, watching over you like a hawk, mentally critiziing every step you took.

When the dance was finally over, William whispered in your ear "We´ll have a talk when we get home." A man came up behind him and greeted him, prompting a sappy conversation. This was your chance to run and dissapear into the crowd.

You picked up your pace, looking over your shoulder to make sure William wasn´t following you, when you bumped into a tall stranger.

"I´m so sorry." You scrambled to find words, when you looked up to see the same person you locked eyes 20 minutes ago. "It´s no problem at all." He smiled.

"What´s wrong?" He asked. You stuttered "Nothing, i´ll be on my way." You replied. "What is a beautiful princess like you running away from?" He asked you.

You gulped. "My fiancé." You covered your mouth, having blurted out very personal information. He raised an eyebrow. "What did he do?" He asked.

The cat´s out of the bag now, you thought. "He´s horrible, he made me come to this ball when I don´t even know how to dance!" You exclaimed, making him chuckle.

"I don´t really like these types of things too." He said, making you laugh in surprise. "What´s your name, if I may ask?" He inquired.

"y/n y/l/n" You replied. "What about yours?"

"Calum." He said. "And your last name?" You questioned.

He started blushing. "Hood." You opened your eyes. "Calum Hood? Like Arthur Hood?" You asked, making him nod.

"Oh my God, I´m so sorry sir-" You exclaimed, and he stopped your sentence, smiling. "It´s fine, you can call me Calum, it´s not your fault i´ve been born into this family."

"Why aren´t you dancing? I can see all those ladies in waiting swooning over you." You smiled. "They´re boring, i´d much rather be with you." He smiled.

Your breath hitched in your throat. "Um, aren´t you married to anyone?" You stuttered. "Yes, she´s pretty and all, but I got married for political reasons, and i´m pretty sure she´s not faithful." He winked.

"Oh." You laughed awkwardly. "Would you like to see the gardens with me?" He asked. You looked back at William, who was clearly preoccupied with a ginger woman, swiping her hand on his arm. "Yes, I would like that." You replied.

He stuck out his hand and yours met his. You felt the ruggedness of his hand through your gloves.

The garden was massive, with hundreds of different flowers and bushes. The air was crisp and chilly and the night sky was clear. Calum saw you shivering and took off his expensive coat to give it to you. "There´s really no need, sir-I mean, Calum." You told him. "It´s my pleasure, y/n." He answered.

He sat down on a marble bench, and patted at his side, prompting you to sit down. You smelled his scent on his coat, he smelled of musk and roses.

There was a calm and comfortable silence. "I can´t believe you´ve never been to a ball, princess." Calum said, breaking the ice. "Yeah, i´m mostly cooped up in my room. I like to write, and paint." You said softly.

"Why are you here with me?" You asked. "Do I need a reason?" he said back, making you smile. You shook your head to signal a "no".

"Do you like being royalty?" You blurted out. "No, not really." He answered. "I feel like a chess piece, being married for political alliances, I can never be who I want, love who I want. It´s given to me like a prophecy, I can never get rid of it." You nodded. "I understand."

You noticed a statue that looked just like him. "You don´t like the statues?" You laughed, making him grin. "I hate those statues, they look hideous." He laughed. "I think i´m much more handsome in real life."

He noticed the bruises on your arms, when your gloves were pulled down, tracing his hands on them. His touch stirred nerves which you never knew you had inside of you. "Did he do this to you?" He said, and you knew exactly who he was talking about.

For the first time since you were a child, you felt safe. You nodded, with tears starting to form in your eyes, he lifted your head with his hands. "You deserve so much better." You looked up at him, starry eyed. You observed that he had a few beauty marks on his face.

At this point, the front parts of your hair had fallen out of your ponytail, framing your face. In the moonlight, you looked like a godess among men.

One part of your brain was telling you that this was wrong, and that you had to go back to your fiancé, but the other part knew that this felt right.

You slowly closed your eyes and placed a kiss on his lips. You felt him smile into it. He kissed you again, more passionately, his lips hungry for yours, while he held your face with both hands. "You´re so beautiful." He said, making you smile. "Nobody should ever make you feel this way, princess."

Your head was fuzzy, you couldn´t think straight, feelings that were buried deep inside you were being stirred, making you blush. Calum heard his name being called out, meaning he had to go back inside. "I wish I could stay here forever." You said. "Me too." Calum agreed.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n" Calum said. "Likewise." You replied, heading back inside the ballroom.

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Two weeks went by, slowly, all that was in your head was CalumCalumCalumCalum. You told Arabella all about your adventures. and she agreed that you should meet him again.

You were all he thought about. When he went to bed, when he had dinner with the royal family. when he went to shower. How he longed to touch your soft hands, and hold your delicate face.

While you were painting, you heard a knock on your door. "There´s been a letter delivered to you, Princess y/n." The guard said. You thanked him, and closed the door to your room.

To my beloved y/n:

I cannot hold it any longer, my heart aches for you. On Saturday, I will send you a carriage, at eleven in the morning, driven by my best men. If you don´t accept, please ask them to leave. But I hope you do see me.

From yours truly, Calum Hood.

You stood reading the letter, with your mouth wide open. You decided to accept, since your fiancé would not be home, this was a perfect opportunity to go see Calum.

You could not go to sleep, your body was on fire, every nerve longed for Calum´s touch. You´ve never felt this before, for anyone.

You stayed awake for the remaining of the night, painting, since you couldn´t go to sleep.

At the early hours of the morning, Arabella came into your room. "I´m going to go see Calum." You giggled. Arabella smiled. "When?" She asked. "At eleven, today." You replied, prompting her to hug you. "But you cannot tell William, or a single soul." You whispered. Arabella did an imaginative motion with her hand, zipping up her mouth and throwing away the key.

Counting the minutes to 11, you were outside waiting. Sure enough, there was a caarriage there. You looked to your guards for approval and nodded, then entered it.

Falling asleep, you woke up to a sudden stop. You had gotten to the castle, even more beautiful in the daytime.

The big gates were opened, and you wandered in, looking through the rooms was when you found him, sitting at a dining table. Both of your eyes lit up as you saw each other.

You ran up to him, and then realized you should be curteous, and bowed to him, making him laugh. "It´s okay y/n, nobody´s looking." You looked around, and gave him a kiss on the lips, making him smile. "I missed you." He said. "It´s only been two weeks." You giggled. "That´s already too much." He replied.

"Shall I give you a tour of the castle, m´lady?" He said, bowing sarcastically. "You may." You giggled and grabbed his hand.

You both ran througout the castle, going through the main hall, the kitchens, bathrooms, laundry rooms, all the guest chambers and the cellars.

"I have one more thing I want to show you." He said, grinning, and taking you up a big flight of stairs.

You both entered a gigantic room, with a huge red bed and a few giant paintings of Calum. "Welcome to my chambers, m´lady." He grinned while you had your mouth wide open. You let go of his hand and went to explore, touching all of the furniture and the bed. "I think this is the best room." You smiled, making Calum chuckle.

You couldn´t help but laugh at the paintings, depicting Calum in various positions, posing. "I know, those paintings are ridiculous." He blushed. "I think they´re marvelous." You giggled. "Very fancy."

You turned around to see Calum standing in front of you. "I think you´re much more handsome in person, sir." You told him, making him smile and roll his eyes. "You really think so?" He asked. "Of course." You replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, whispering "Well, I think you´re beautiful too, y/n." Kissing your neck. You couldn´t help but moan into his kisses, making your body feel on fire.

"Calum - William is expecting me soon." You stuttered. "Does William make you feel like this?" He asked, grazing his hands on your ass. You shook your head signaling a no. "Then fuck him, you don´t deserve him."

William had sex with you, but it was never something for your pleasure. He got himself off and that was it. Calum felt different, he felt like he cared.

You pulled him into a kiss, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him onto the bed. Making him smile. When the kiss was broken, you observed his messy hair and his big grin.

Today, you opted to not wear a corset, and wear a simple blue dress. Just your luck, you thought.

He pointed to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He asked. You nodded. "Please." Making him grin. "Good girl."

"You look so beautiful, let me make you feel good, princess." He said, dragging his eyes up at you, observing every curve in your body.

He unclasped your bra and took off your underwear, gently making you lay down on the huge bed.

You clenched your legs together, in embarassment while Calum placed sloppy kisses from your mouth to your stomach. "No need to be shy, princess. You look gorgeous." He said, making you blush, and gently parting your legs with his hands.

You hid your face in your hands, covering your blushing. You felt his hot breath on your core. You had never felt like this in your life. A carnal desire for someone.

His tongue finally made contact with your soaking pussy. Making you throw your head back, as he lapped long stripes inside of you. "Oh-oh my God." You moaned, while gently grabbing a handful of his hair, making him audibly groan.

With your back arching off the matress, he used his toungue in meticulous pattern, rubbing circles against your clit that had you squirming.

"You taste amazing, y/n." He said, in between licks, making you blush at the praise, rolling your eyes back into your head.

You felt like there was a rubber band about to snap inside of you. "I´m close, Calum." You groaned, as you felt your pussy twitch in electryfing pleasure. "Come for me." He said with a deep gravel in his voice.

You felt that cord snap, cumming all over his face, coating his stubble. "Holy fuck." You laughed.

"Take off your clothes please, I want to see you." You begged Calum. "Your wish is my command, princess." He took off his long sleeve shirt. "You have tattoos, they´re beautiful." You said, trailing your hands through his biceps.

"Thanks, princess." He smiled, taking off his pants and his boxers. You watched his erection spring up, hitting his stomach, making your jaw drop. Precum was bubbling on his tip.

"I need you inside me, Calum." You mewled. "So needy..." He chuckled. "Please."

Grabbing your back with his large hands, he slowly filled you up. making sure you were getting used to his size. "Are you okay?" He asked. You just nodded, biting your lip. "You can move now." You told him. His opened mouth turned into a long drawn out moan,

The stretch turned into pleasure, while he pushed into you, you made obscene noises, looking him in the eyes making him go absolutely feral. "You're gonna be the death of me, y/n." He groaned.

He started picking up the pace, while your nails scratched his back, he was wincing at the pain, but he enjoyed this very much.

You were moaning wantonly, and he pressed his hand against your stomach, only doubling your already unbearable pleasure even more.

"I´m gonna come, please fill me up, Calum." You moaned, not even thinking about the words that you said.

There was always the risk of pregnancy, if you were to get pregnant, you could be forced to marry him, but you didn´t think it was a bad idea after all.

"Yeah, want me to fill you up with my babies?" He moaned, while you bit your lip. "Yes, please, that´s all I want."

Calum´s weight on you, and the way his cock drives into you makes your eyes roll back, your brain going fuzzy. Every nerve inside you being stimulated at the same time.

"Oh god - Oh, Calum!" You exclaim, clenching your walls. "Cum for me, y/n, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my cock." Like a button was pressed, you gushed all over him, panting.

He buries his face into your neck, and you feel hot ropes of cum inside you, you ride him through his orgasm, watching his muscles relax.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Let´s get you cleaned up, shall we, princess?" You smiled and nodded. "That would be great, thank you."

Grabbing a wet washcloth, he helped you clean up, and put your dress back on.

You both laid down, facing each other.

"Your fiancé never touched you like this?" He had a soft expresison on his face. "Not really, just got off for himself if i´m being honest." You replied.

"What a cunt." He rolled his eyes. You burst out laughing. "Yeah, you could say that." You smiled.

Your expression turned serious. "You know there´s a chance we could have a baby, right?" You asked him. "Yes, I know." He softened his gaze. "You´d have to marry me." You added. "Yes, I know." He repeasted and smiled.

You smiled back. "Would you like that?" He asked. "I would love it." You grinned back.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5sos smut #calum hood x reader #calum hood #5 seconds of summer smut #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin #luke hemmings fic

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bejewelledgirl · 1 year ago

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I want to know you more

Summary: You were all alone at a Christmas party getting bored to death, and silently praying for someone to come and save you from it. Well someone did - Vernon, who you're secretly but hopelessly pining over. Let’s see what the night holds for both of them...

Word count: 923

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and making out

You could vividly remember spending Christmas with your family as a kid and how fun it was. It was easily your favourite time of the year. But as you started to grow, you found Christmas to be overrated. That was the case until now….

You were currently seated in Seungcheol’s house, in a corner which was as secluded as it could be, in a Christmas party thrown by your college seniors. The house was jam- packed with people and though the party was only meant for those who went to your college, there were quite a few faces you could not recognise. The party had everything you see at a regular frat party - loud music, wide variety of both punch and alcohol, couples making out in the kitchen, bathroom - you name it. With all of your friends back at their parents’ house for the break, you felt pathetically lonely.

You did not pay attention to your surroundings though, as you were completely spaced out, pondering upon the reason for your existence.

It had nearly been two hours since you arrived, and you initially made several attempts at talking to several people but after a while your social battery was drained and you were bored to death. You were still spaced out when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around to gaze into the familiar chocolate brown eyes, which you had started to grow fond of. It was Vernon…

He looked extraordinarily attractive in his red t-shirt under his leather jacket paired with skinny jeans and his favourite blue nike shoes. While you were busy checking him out, unbeknownst to you, he too was tracing his eyes over your figure from top to bottom. Well to be fair, you wore a black dress that perfectly accentuated your figure and he rarely saw you in such an attire.

Realising the need to say something after having embarrassingly checked him out, you cleared your throat and greeted him with a shaky voice and also wished him a happy Christmas. Vernon wished you back and added “How are you here at this time ? I thought you went back to your parents’ house like every year.”

“Well I was planning to, but then I found out that mom and dad wanted to visit my brother this time since they hadn’t celebrated Christmas together in so long. And I would feel way too guilty if they couldn’t go because of me. So here I am…” , you explained. Vernon nodded in understanding.

It was a little quiet between you two after this. You two were definitely close but not best friends. You always felt an air of uncertainty and tension when you were around him.

Vernon then rubbed the back of his head and suggested, “Should we move to the yard ? It’s a little too crowded for my taste.” You agreed immediately wanting to escape from the party as soon as possible.

There was no one other than you two, in the yard. You guys took advantage of it and sat down at the chairs. A comfortable silence had developed between the two of you while you both were gazing at the stars above. It was safe to say that both of you were glad to have found each other at the party.

You guys chatted on some more, occasionally sharing movie recommendations and opinions about music, when you felt like it was time for you to leave. You had never been a night owl and it was already almost 12. You bid Vernon goodbye and you were getting up from your seat, when Vernon got up too and took a hold of your wrist.

“Can you stay with me for a little more ?”

“I want to but don’t you think it’s too late now ? I need to work tomorrow as well.”

“It’s just that I really enjoy your company.” Vernon spoke with slight desperation in his voice and a look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher yet.

Astonished at both his confession and the look he gave you, you couldn’t hold yourself back and said “Please don’t look at me like that. It gives me false hope.”

Vernon replied back with a cheeky smile, “Why do you think of it as false hope ? What if I actually like you? What if I want to know you more? What if I want to get closer to you ?” He was gasping for breath now as he had said all of that in one breath.

“Wait are you…” you couldn’t finish before Vernon spoke again, “Yes I want to take you out on a date. I want to do all those things that couples do but only with you. That is, if you let me…” He finished the last sentence with a slight hesitation.

After a moment, you answered with a grin, “All right, but on one condition - we must watch all the movies you recommended today …. together.”

Vernon couldn’t help but let out a giggle, “Of course, anything for you princess.”

Vernon walked you home that night despite you insisting that you’d be fine alone and that it was not far. You guys held hands on the way with blush looming on both of your cheeks. When time came for you to say goodbye to him, you weren’t sad or bitter like you usually were when you had to leave Vernon as you knew that the story of you two had just begun. And you couldn’t wait for what the next day held in store for you two.

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ultralightpoe · 2 months ago

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Masked Games - Gwayne Hightower

Authors Note: Part four of the Halloween event! I'm so excited and I hope you all enjoy. This one was requested!

Warnings: -none-

Word Count: 1121

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist

[Thank you for the gif @minavampyra ]

ENJOY!

It was pathetic. That was something you knew.

You thought about all the things you could yell at your uncle as you glared at the green and gold invitation that sat on the large stone table of your quarters at dragonstone. He’s lucky that you had seen the messenger first, if your step father had seen the green jacket that poor boy would have been gutted before he left the shores. Another innocent life would have been taken all so he could invite you to a fucking ball.

He took your mothers throne just to throw lavish balls.

And you felt sick to your stomach that you were even debating to go. All the pain and suffering they had provided, and this could most likely be a trap set to take your life. But a part of you would risk it all to see… him.

You didn’t know his name, all you knew was that he was on the greens side of things and he was extraordinarily handsome and brave. He had saved you. After being shot off your dragon your body had flown into the sea and you were set to die. Considering his alliance he should have left you within the waves, but within minutes he was pulling you out.

Water being coughed up and you had clutched onto the green of his armor as he helped sew up the arrow mark. Dazed by his eyes.

It was the reminder of those eyes that led you to ordering a dress and mask, it was the memory of his soft touches that gave you enough bravery to get dressed up and cloaked. The memory of his whispers of prayers as he watched you sleep that helped you sneak out to your dragon and meet the wind as you took off.

You laugh to yourself when you get there as you think about the fact that the stranger might not even be there this evening, but it was too late, for you had already made it. Cloak heavy on your shoulders as you followed the music up the steps, listening to the dramatic ups and downs of it as the scents of smoke and spices filled the air.

It was enticing, you must admit, but your chest clenched as you remembered the smallfolk struggling to eat. You debated everything at the door, closing your eyes to breathe in and fix your mask before walking in.

And it was like you were thrown into a whole new world.

Gold and black were everywhere, from the gold lanterns and the gold silverware and jewelry, it was practically mesmerizing. You had expected the party to be in nothing but green and gold, expecting Alicents touch everywhere. But this…. It felt like an older Targaryen party. There were small doses of green, a ribbon being twirled or an odd mask here and there.

Your extensively decorated green outfit that you had chosen to blend in now made you stick out like a sore thumb, and panic was beginning to set in and the whirlwind was beginning to take its hold. Everywhere you turned there was no escape. People in an insane twist of waltzing, and people tucked against the walls in depraved positions, their moans being filtered out by the music.

Your skin was hot, heart thrumming, and limbs shaking as you tried to find your escape. But it all vanished at the touch of a stranger on your side, a touch you recognized somehow. Followed by the small kiss on the bare shoulder, lips trailing up to your neck with a hot breath.

“I had prayed you would be here.” The voice whispers in your ear, biting at the lobe of it.

“You pray often.” You whisper back. “I should fear for your mental sense.”

“What is a man without god?” The voice lures, his hand moving you to face him. Even with a mask it was easy to know exactly who you were talking to. The eyes. “Though even with my gods leading my way I find that I was still a lost suffering fool without-”

“UNCLE!” Aegon yells, and before you realize it you are being twisted and shoved away into the arms of a passing dancer as you stranger turns to speak to your uncle. Realization takes hold. Your stranger was Aegons uncle. Gwayne Hightower.

Alicents brother had been the one to save your life.

Suddenly you felt foolish and sick as the dancer dragged you across the floor in the twists and turns of the sharp music. Your mind could not keep up, nor could your body as you were shoved and pulled. Your attention focused on seeing if you could find him in the crowd before you were dipped low enough that a small wave of pain filled your back and the dancer leaned down to bite your neck.

Then he is pulled from you in a flash, the warmth of his body being thrown away as you inhaled quickly.

By the time the spinning stops you find your stranger, Gwayne, holding the collar of the stranger's jacket tightly. “Hands off.”

The dancer is pushed away before Gwayne turns to you, running his fingers along the bite mark as he leads you from the ball.

“I take it my invitation was not sent from Aegon.”

“No, I fear my nephew has no idea of you attending this evening.”

“Do you realize how dangerous that is?” You snipe, trying to pull yourself away as he leads you to a darker part of the room. “He could have me-”

“I wouldn’t allow it.” Gwayne huffs. “And it is not as if I could march myself onto dragonstone to admit that I cannot eat or sleep without seeing if you were alright.”

“You are crazed.”

“For you? Without question.” He laughs, pressing you against the wall with the gentlest touch as he inspects the bite once more. “If I wasn’t afraid to draw an audience I would have had his head.”

“You speak foolishly.”

“I speak freely.” He argues. “To the vex of my mind. For I see no other way I can have her without the truth being spoken.”

“Then why have you invited me here?” You ask, allowing his fingers to trace your body slowly. “To have your way with me?”

“To have anything you would give me. Even if it was just under a mask.”

“My mother would kill me.”

“She is not here.”

“No….” You smile. “She is not. So tell me you crazed religious man. Where will you lead me.”

He smiles widely then, hand gripping your own before he begins to lead the way out of the ballroom.

“To the other room of worship my dear.”

[Thank you for the gif @maxanor ]

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wish-incorrect-quotes · 5 months ago

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The Royal Ballroom

Some more fluff with Amaya bonding with the teens

Amaya’s dreams had become entirely too filled with green.

It was hard to decide which images were worst. The green hands clawing towards their people, green magic sprawling across the ground to trap them like a thorny vine, or the green light of a staff pointed at her throat.

It seemed that tonight, she wasn’t likely to get any more sleep, at least not without doing something to clear her head. Throwing on one of her gowns, a simple one, but more respectable than the queen being seen in pajamas in case she happened to come across anyone, she decided that perhaps a little trip to the courtyard for a bit of fresh air would do the trick.

The halls felt very empty, but it was still better than the not-quite-empty they had been before. She had never really liked having those suits of armor, charmed with her husband’s magic, acting as their guards. There was enough of a feeling of them watching her that she didn’t feel she had privacy in their hallways, but they also weren’t human enough that they could exchange a smile or a bit of conversation as she passed through.

She reached the first floor, but she hadn’t stepped far past the bottom of the staircase before something pulled her away from her plans to head outdoors. She could faintly hear music playing somewhere off in the distance.

She paused and strained to listen, then began to search her mind, looking to remember if she knew of any reason why there should be music playing this late at night. Usually, everyone else would have gone home by now. She had been keeping herself plenty busy recently, but she was certain that planning an entire ball couldn’t have slipped her mind. She wouldn’t have forgotten, not when it had been so long since the last time they’d hosted one.

It was unnecessary, she would be reminded. They had a sorcerer king protecting them, they didn’t need to curry favor with anyone else. And who knew what kinds of trouble guests might cause if they were invited into the palace?

Unable to think of an explanation for the music, she began to walk again, trying to figure out which hall she should head down to locate the source.

Briefly, she wondered if it was extraordinarily foolish of her to be heading towards an unexplained noise in the middle of the night. But surely a dangerous criminal, or even one who barely knew what they were doing, would know better than to start up a merry tune in the middle of the job. And if it was some sort of magic meant to act as a trap, she imagined it would have more of an ethereal allure, and not sound quite so much like one person playing overly-enthusiastic percussion and another still getting the hang of making sure their reed didn’t squawk.

As she grew closer, she became even more certain that there wasn’t some event she had lost track of. This wasn’t the kind of music that would have played even if they did host a royal ball. This was nothing sophisticated or regal. It was a simple tune, a little bit off here and there in a way that suggested it wasn’t quite being played by experts, but quite cheerful nonetheless. She was fairly sure she recognized it as a folk tune from deep out in the woods.

Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but think that it was always nice to have the castle a bit less silent. There were plenty of times when it had felt far too quiet for her tastes. She understood that being a magician and a king kept one busy, and she couldn’t ask her husband to keep her company at all times. She just wished he had understood that in the times when he got caught up in his focus, and shut himself in his study for hours or even days, then she was left with no one.

Even if they weren’t hosting real events, it seemed to her that they could have at least made a few friends in the kingdom to host for tea, or maybe even a dinner party here and there. Someone so she could have a few more options for conversation.

For a long time, she couldn’t even spend much time talking with the castle staff. Getting attached just got too sad, when it always followed the same pattern. They brought in fresh young faces, full of talent and eager to serve their kingdom. Then they grew older, the light in their eyes started to dim, their work started to slip. And before long, the king would say that it appeared work in the palace was just getting to be too much for them, and they’d be better off with a less-important task somewhere else in the kingdom. For their own good, of course.

She should have noticed sooner that it always happened around their eighteenth birthday.

One of the best things about taking up the role of reigning monarch, she decided, was how that decision was now up to her. These were good kids, good enough that it sometimes made her feel heavy with guilt. It shouldn’t have fallen to teenagers to see the cracks in their kingdom and find the courage to fight for a change. She was the queen, that responsibility should have laid squarely on her shoulders. But she’d needed their help, and their bravery. Even their support.

They would all be here in the castle as long as they wanted to be.

Speaking of them, she wasn’t all that surprised to find that the music was growing clearer the closer she got to the kitchen. By the time she was headed down the stairs that would take her there, she could make out their voices and occasional laughter, along with the music that had first gotten her attention.

Taking a few moments to silently watch through the ajar door, she saw Dario drumming out a tune on just about every object within reach, while Simon leaned against the wall doing his best to re-sharpen his rusty abilities to play a tune and remember where to place his fingers to blow the right note. Working around the two of them and their practice, Hal whistled along as she hung up decorations, occasionally adding a few of the words.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor as he struggled with a box of streamers that still needed to be un-knotted, Gabo, on the other hand looked much too busy with frustrated muttering to consider singing along. And while Bazeema was still feeling too shy, her foot tapped along as she finished up her work stitching yellow stars into a purple tablecloth.

Dahlia, meanwhile, had her hands full with trying to multitask what appeared to be a large baking project while simultaneously keeping everyone else on track.

“Does anyone know where Safi went?” She called out, finally noting that she hadn’t seen him in a little while.

The song paused as Dario’s hand shot into the air.

“Oh! I know! He’s working on the cake!”

Dahlia looked back in confusion for a moment, and then gestured down at the table cluttered with her work to put a together a fancy, multi-tiered desert. “But I’m already making cake.”

“No, not a real cake for eating. The performance cake!” Dario clarified.

Though perhaps ‘clarified’ was the wrong word, as Dahlia looked even more bewildered.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a crate he decorated to look like a cake.” Gabo interjected, figuring it would be faster not to let Dario explain. “He said a couple of his chickens wanted to perform. He’s using it as a stage so they can do a little dance routine on top.”

Dahlia knew she’d gotten very used to working with this bunch when that wasn’t a surprisingly strange thing to hear.

“Alright, I guess that’ll be fun.” She said, then returned to mixing up a bowl of blackberry frosting.

Amaya finally cleared her throat and stepped into the room. She couldn’t deny how nice it was when they looked delighted to see her, and she quickly motioned for them to feel free to keep working before they could start rushing to stand up and bow.

“Looks like quite the occasion down here.” She noted

“It’s Asha’s birthday tomorrow! We’re gonna surprise her!” Dario eagerly filled her in.

Well, that would certainly explain why everything was being done up with purple, or stars, or both.

“It’s very nice. I’m sure she’ll appreciate all of this.”

“I know! We thought she should have something really special, because-”

“Dario, come give me a hand with this, okay?” Dahlia hastily interrupted, her shoulders suddenly tense. “I’ll let you have the spoon when we’ve finished mixing.”

“Okay!”

With Dario happily distracted by his new task, Dahlia sent a quick, nervous glance at the queen.

It wasn’t difficult for Amaya to guess how the sentence would have ended: “Because she won’t have to give up her wish.”

She understood why people felt the need to tread delicately around those topics in her presence. Honestly, everything that happened could still a difficult thing to think about at times. But she took a deep breath, filling herself with determination.

This was the first eighteenth birthday in the kingdom that wouldn’t leave someone feeling empty or incomplete. The first person who would be able to grow up in Rosas knowing with their fate never taken from them, and their dreams held in their heart where they belonged. That was something to celebrate, and she wouldn’t let anything dampen that excitement.

Noticing the queen deep in thought, Dahlia spoke up again.

“I hope it’s alright that we’re doing this. I promise, we’ve finished all our chores, and we’ll try not to cause any kind of disruption.”

“Of course it’s alright. You’ve all more than earned some fun.” Amaya assured her. “Though, I do wonder…”

She took a glance around the room. It wasn’t a small kitchen by any means, but still a place where people could find themselves tripping over each other if a lot of them were moving around at once, especially now that the room was cluttered with decorations.

They had once been encouraged to stay down here as much as possible, where they would be “keeping out of the way”. But that was another thing she could change, and it seemed high time to breathe a bit of life back into the rest of the castle.

“The kitchen here may be a little cramped for dancing. What do you say we move this to the ballroom?”

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It didn’t take long for all of the decorations to be gathered up and everyone given an armful to carry, and then Amaya was leading the very excited group up towards the room she had in mind. It was impossible for her not to find their enthusiasm infectious. Attending any sort of party in the castle had become just about as rare an occurrence for her as it would be for any of them.

While most of them quickly got to work figuring out the best spots to start setting their things up, Amaya quickly noticed Bazeema self-consciously clutching her tablecloth tightly to her chest, appearing as if she very much hoped no one would look at it now that she had spotted the regal tables covered in fine silks embroidered with an intricate pattern of the royal crest. Amaya stepped in just as Bazeema began to lift a bit of the fabric draped down to the floor, and she seemed to be planning to slip the bright purple one out of sight underneath one of the tables.

“Yes, that looks like the perfect place for this to go.” The queen reached to grab a different side of the heavy cloth, deciding to pretend she assumed Bazeema had been in the process of trying to remove it to replace it with her own. “Let me give you a hand with that.”

“I’ll help too!” Hal cheerfully offered. With an enthusiastic tug, the tablecloth came flying most of the way off the table, also sending up a large cloud of dust that Safi scurried away from, though too late to avoid a few sneezes.

“Oh dear… I suppose this room is overdue for a cleaning.”

Now that she looked around, the room had certainly seen better days. Everything was still perfectly nice, but settled under a layer of dirt and cobwebs that could only be expected after going unused for so long.

“That’s alright, we can handle it.” Dahlia promised. The rest of them eagerly nodded in agreement. They were much too excited about the idea of a celebration in a real ballroom to complain about a few extra tasks.

Though, of course, they hadn’t quite expected the queen to roll up her sleeves and pitch in as well. But Amaya figured that this had been her idea, and it wouldn’t be at all right to sit back and leave others to do all the work to make it happen.

She could hardly wait to see this space filled with a party. She had found it rather glum to think of a room meant for light and music and guests, spending all this time doing nothing but sitting empty. And now… well, knowing this group of friends, it still wasn’t going to end up as the sort of elegant affair it had been intended for. But she had a feeling something more fun would be exactly what they all needed.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #wish amaya #wish dario #wish simon #wish hal #wish gabo #wish bazeema #wish dahlia #wish asha #wish safi #wish fanfiction

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freshlyrage · 2 years ago

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Running Like Water

Chapter 10

whats playing: Best to You by Blood Orange

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.3k

A/N at the end

1983

The height of your bed frame made for good leverage when Xavier was over. You tilted your head back as he removed your pants slowly. Your mama was out for a few hours and when Xavier heard, he came straight for your home. He started kissing you the second you got up on the bed, his hand grabbing the back of your head. Once the pants were off he tugged at your ankles, dragging you from the headboard. Crawling back up to kiss you, your nails grip at his hair. Kissing him always felt good, that you could count on.

His lips drag from yours and down your neck and to your chest. Still your low cut tank on as he pushes it up a bit to start kissing your stomach. His tongue coming flat right above your panty line.

Oh, is he…? Finally?

He kisses you more along the line and you feel a rare sense of excitement. Most of the time it gets down to hooking up, he’s inside of you almost immediately. Foreplay seemed like a mythical creature you only read about in cosmo or heard from your girlfriends. Your stomach grows tight with his kisses on your stomach, your hand flies to his hair. Shifting your hips up with eagerness to finally kiss you where you’ve wanted.

Xavier chuckles against your skin, kisses your stomach again before sitting up. You look to him breathless and confused. He shakes his head before toying with his belt, “I don’t… you know, eat anyone out.” He laughs, swiping the belt off. Your face grows red and your eyes almost well in embarrassment. Right.

Feeling insecure you joke, “Yet I give you head whenever you ask.” You laugh nervously and Xavier laughs too, pulling his pants off.

He shrugs. “Maybe if you did it more often I’d consider,” He taps your ankle, his hand reaching into his boxer. “Now turn on your stomach baby.” You feel humiliated but you turn on your stomach, with your face pressed into the bed, a few self-conscious tears fall.

He pulls your underwear down.

You were already in a dress when you ringed Javi. You took note of his brows raising when you quietly ran to his truck, looking behind you to make sure your mom hadn’t noticed. You were an adult but you were under her roof which meant. No boys, no partying and no coming home late, so you removed your sandals as you crept down the stairs and crunched along the concrete to his car. He got the Melissa Diaz memo as his lights were off as he waited for you to sneak out.

Your hair and dress blew with your hurry, Javier leans over the console and opens the door for you when you hop in. Out of breath, you run a hand on the soles of your feet cleaning them, Javier watches intently as you put your shoes back on. Your eyes flick to him as you settle with an exhale. He looked extraordinarily handsome in this light, in a button down collared top with a faded green denim jacket. A smell of cigarettes and a cherry scented soapy aroma lifted from him. New, you think. you were so used to the nutty scent from him. This was new.

He’s tense, you can feel it. He’s tense and you're relaxed. Also new. Before, it was you nervous, stomach flipped while he leaned and teased without a care. You look back to the house and back to him. He narrows his eyes at you once more before driving off.

He clears his throat as he drives slowly down the hill, “So remind me again why you needed me to pick you up?” He quirks a brow and side eyes you. Maybe it was the breeze or the feeling of being next to him but all the anger you stored for the last six years fizzled out and died.

You screw your face up and bring your bare knee up to lean your head on it. The wind blowing up your dress for a moment. “I think I heard my mom having sex.” You wince and so does Javier as he draws out a jesus. Your mother was god fearing but she was married and not shy from having more children despite her climbing age. “Just take me anywhere.” You sigh, digging your cheek to your knee a bit deeper. It catches the attention of Javi, he does a double take with a furrowed brow.

His large hand, paired with veins protruding, hooks under your knee and forces you to sit normally. “Out of your damn mind - we get into an accident and boom” He pats your knee and shakes his head. “Straight into your skull, querida.”

Your lips quirk in smile and look out the window as he makes a sharp right that makes you lean, your hands gripping the door. The right leading to “Vincent's Nose” the mini mountain with the town lookout where everyone would hook up back in high school. A flat parking lot about 4 minutes up the mountain, you heard the craziest stories back in high school. You wondered if maybe this is where he brought Josefina. He’s quiet and his hands are gripping the wheel tightly, like he’s fighting something deep inside. That bothers you.

He stops the car at the lot, parking in reverse so that the pickup is facing the view. You keep your eyes trained on him as he shuts the car off. Skepticism taking over, if he thinks he can take you to some makeout point like you're some teenagers, he’s greatly mistaken. “You’ve been here?” He asks, awkwardly and you laugh.

“Jesus Christ Javier, lighten up.” You swing his car door open and hop down, you hear him follow with a laugh. You circle the car and open the back to climb onto the pickup. Staring down the view.

There weren't many tall buildings in town, just the church that pointed high close to heaven, or so it felt when you were little. Looked small and silly from here. Javi climbs into the back, sitting as far as possible from you. His silence and sudden brooding presence makes you nervous.

Suddenly you're aware that you aren't sixteen and he isn't seventeen with a girlfriend. He was a grown man, with sideburns and a pack of cigarettes, and he was more handsome then he was when he left. He’s single, he's an adult – you're an adult. And your dress is blowing as your knees are at your chest. Fiddling with your ring on your middle finger you answer his question, “I actually have never been here– well I’ve never parked here. Back in high school we used to call this – um, doggy lookout.”

You shut your eyes and your cheeks turn flush, you could practically hear his smirk when he mutters a what. You laugh, your cheeks are already hurting from smiling. You look at him and scrunch your nose up. “Well-” you giggle again, “During junior year, Liandra came up here really late with her boyfriend and you know… she was in the back of his car — and like, for some reason she decided to be fully naked on her hands and knees… and a fucking cop knocked on their window, she was petrified, so we started calling this doggy look out to taunt her and it just became a thing.”

“Jesus christ.” He laughs, shaking his head, leaning against the truck's rear windshield. “Should we watch out for cops?” He looks around jokingly and you let out a small laugh.

“I'm in the presence of one right now, Officer Peña.” You wrap your arms around your knees to control the wind blowing through your dress. You could see the spring fair in the church parking lot from the truck, the lights were off. May 22nd was the first day, embarrassingly you were quite excited for it. You knew Liandra was home so that meant getting drunk and getting on rides until they closed.

“Agent.” He corrects. Your head snaps towards him as he leans his head back with a teasing gaze. It makes your heart sink a bit, you want to push him out the truck.

“Hmm.” You cross your arms, an image of Josefina flashing in front of your eyes.

You begin to gaslight yourself into picturing Javier taking her up here and then fucking her, making her shake. The thought has you sneaking another glance at his face, his strong nose casting a shadow on his face. You felt so creepy about how much you loved his nose. You remembered the feel of it tapping your own when he kissed you all those years ago. How then you had been so willing to have him out there in front of everyone, not caring who saw. You were willing, eager, desperate. You were so young untouched so you never verbalized that want. That ache. It terrified you for years, shamed you. How fucked was that? Your own fantasies, your own needs, it was something you could never verbalize, cuz’ you were too fucking scared. And maybe going all the way with your brother's best friend in a parking lot was a bit much but that feeling balled and leaked into your real sexual relationships. Pretending to be turned on by a little man with a big ego and his cock in your mouth. Letting him make a joke about your weight to his friends then pulling your pants down later that night for about 45 seconds until he was done with you.

So when you heard that girl, a girl who Javier barely knew, not like he knew you, to hear her being able to openly share an experience of something good, fulfilling, body trembling, your body rejected that. So did your brain.

“What's on your mind Andrea?” It's soft, like he could read your mind and wanted to know more, like he hoped you didn't hear his question so you could keep on your jealous tirade.

Your thumb strokes the underside of your arm nervously, cheeks feeling sun-burnt from the strange thought that maybe he really could read your mind. You press your lips in a thin line, licking the bottom, blurring away the lipstick from earlier in the day. A burn down your spine shoots, a jealous burn. It's been a while. “Just wondering if Josefina Alto is your type or not, I was just running down a list of girls you've been with in my head and I’m not sure where she falls-I mean she looks a bit like me and I’m not on that li-”

Javier exhales a nervous breath and shakes his head with a pained face, “ Jesus” Javier felt just as caught as you, not grasping the possibility that having a one night stand with someone from town could be front cover news. He pinches his nose and then screws up his face in realization , I’m not on that list. “What makes you think you’re not on that list?”

His question makes your cheeks redden even more, the lights of the town below give him a new look. You could see the lines next to his even better than before, smile lines. A feeling of satisfaction settles in your stomach at the thought. “I’m thinking of girls you dated, you have a thing for blondes I’ve noticed.” You shrug, unhooking your arms and pushing your body upright to fully face him. Where the sudden confidence came from, you were unsure.

“Lorraine. That's all. ” He answers.

“Donna Ortiz.” You reply quickly, earning an eyebrow raise from him. You could feel your confidence fizzle and settle in realization. You tried so hard to seem unbothered and soooo moved on and here you go, responding with the name of an ex from junior high.

He has a shit eating grin and your eyes fall to your lap. But he decides to ignore the comment, a new move from him. If it were 1980 he’d taunt and tease you over your attention to detail, maybe throw in a stalker comment and make you go home teary eyed from the embarrassment a crush drunk girl could only feel.

His hand comes up to stroke his jaw, and you watch. The watch on his hand glimmering from the street light a few feet away from the 3rd parking spot. You bit the inside of your lip at the sight of his hands, deft, you knew that. You know he knows how to work his fingers skillfully, he hadn't even touched you in the places in need of most skill, but when his hands roamed your body. You knew, he had to be good. “Josefina was pretty and I was loaded, just happened. I’m sure you can relate.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Your brows tighten and you shake your head a no. You couldn't relate. “I-no. I-i've done anything like that before.” Your arms are crossed again, hiding your insecure body from his concerned gaze. Concerned with your stuttering and frown.

He doesn't look like he follows, he’s worried. “You never what, Andrea?”

Your nostrils flare in embarrassment. Feeling like you were in sixth grade again having to cover your ears when the big kids talk about their love lives. Feeling like you did when you would be pressed about your embarrassing juvenile experimental phase, in front of Javi.

Had a one night stand, you murmur. And Javi tries his best to hide his shock. It was true, sure in high school you did all the blow job, hand job stuff at parties but when it came down to having sex, actual sex , you had only done it with Xavier. You couldnt picture being that vulnerable with him, but you were, so you sure as hell couldn’t fathom fucking a stranger. Javi utters an Oh.

“Why?”

Dangerous. Dangerous game , you think. Asking why, the why was detailed and sexual in nature. You’d have to be open about your sex life to him, it was foreign and a risk. A risk when you already feel a pit in your stomach with just him looking at you. You were afraid that he’d say something that would make you crawl into his lap and get another taste.

Another taste.

“I-I didn't have, you know, I-” Strong start Andrea, you're thinking of getting on him but cant even get a sentence out. He’s watching you now with a new look, half lidded eyes. You let out a shaky breath, “Uh, I didn't really have any positive sexual experiences so I just never felt like trying again.” Fuck, you sounded like you never want to try again. That wasn't true, and with the way Javier's chest expanded, you sure as hell wanted to try again. “Not-like-not that I never want to try again but just-jesus christ you still make me fucking nervous.” You huff and Javier doesn't even smile, his brows just knead closer in concern at your bashful face.

He tenses up a bit and digs a hand into his pocket retrieving his pack and lighter. “Need one?” He teases, thinning out the uncomfortable air you built. You laugh away the nerves.

“Fuck off…” You swat his extended hand and he flinches and shrugs in defeat before lighting up. His ability to make you feel safe, comfortable and honest never failed to make your heart swell. He was the only person who could do it for you. He could build you up with just a look, that was even scarier.

He drags, and blows out the right side of his mouth to keep the smoke from blowing in your face. You felt so silly. Your stomach flipped at the small action. You had been infuriated with him for so many years, he broke your heart and didn't care to apologize. Even in college when you had convinced yourself you were over him, when you would cry about your father, the tears turned to ones falling for Javi. You were so fucking hurt by him, but now he’s here and you just want him close.

You don't know where it came from but the moment it left your lips, you could feel a skip in your chest and a burn in your eyes.

“What would've happened if I told you to stay all those years in your kitchen?” Your voice is weak, similar to the way it sounded when you said bye to him all those years ago, back when the feeling of your heart being crushed was fresh and hurt all the same.

“Andrea…” He warns but you couldn't seem to care. Your eyes are threatening to break into tears and sobs.

“Javi, please-you-you broke my heart then, i need an answer please.” Your voice cracks and the fact that your tears don't fall shocks you, it probably shocked him. Javier closes his eyes for a moment, hiding from your confrontation. “What would've happened?”

It's silent. All that is heard is the trees on his right moving with the late night May wind. The sound of some cars on the roads below. You're alone with Javier Peña on the tailgate of his truck, asking him the question that circled your head for years.

It spun, and got trapped in a web of questions and fears at the corner of your mind. Stuck next to the conversation you had with his father years ago where he said that Javier was in love with you. Just the thought makes your chest cave, you can't ask that question. Did you love me Javi? You couldn't ask that.

The silence dies with the smoothness and softness that is Javi’s voice. “I think I would have wanted to be with you.”

You bring up your hand under your eyes as you pinch the bridge of your nose to stop whatever tear threatens to fall. Not now, not in front of him. Not again. You needed time to process, you gave him silence right back. You deprived him of a glance, keeping your eyes closed.

“Wanted to be with me? Or just be with me? Did-you want me before? To be your girl?” You look now and he’s giving you that same earth shattering look he did in his kitchen. His face was so full of worry and pure nervousness. It was the first time since he came back where you had seen that boyish look on him, it took you back.

His hand reaches over to rub the back of his neck, “I’m not sure Andrea. I was with Lorraine and your brother-”

Your chin quivers with a scoff, “God don’t bullshit me. You kissed me the second you broke up with her and if you cared about how Frankie felt you wouldn't have put your fucking hands up the dress of his little sister.” Your voice raises and Javier is sitting up straight now with a bit of anger in his eyes.

“Don’t put it that way Andrea.” He hisses and your cheeks heat with anger this time.

“Put it in what way? Does the truth bother you Javi? You fucking got back with her two days later and didn't have the decency to tell me you were leaving!” You're glad you're not one of those people who cry when they're angry, that tightness in your throat quickly flipped into a flush against your chest. Javier can't even look at you, of course he can't. “If we hadn't been interrupted what would have happened? Huh?” You tilt your head and you watch as his jaw clenches.

“Would you have fucked me in your truck, take my virginity and then what? Get back with your cheating girlfriend and hide your dirty secret from Frankie? Jesus Christ Javi, just take me home.” You snap, and make your way off the truck. Your chest rising in anger, you hear the metal creaking as he follows behind you. You close your eyes tightly feeling the slightest bit of remorse for bringing up Lorraine. You hear him shut the tailgate door with a slam.

You circle the truck and reach the passenger door, pulling its locked handle. Wanting to shriek at the thought of having to ask him to unlock the door after storming away from him. You huff, “Javi can you please unlock-”

You’re cut off by a quick spin and your back hitting the truck door. Javier’s hand holding your face and his lips. His lips shutting you up. Despite your heart beating quick from your anger, your hands find his hips immediately pulling him flush against you. Wanting his body weight on you as much as possible, your lips slipping with his. It isn't sweet or soft or calm. You could feel his primal want in it, and you love the taste and you're so fucking pissed. He groans against your plump wet lips when your fingers tighten on his hips. It's carnal, the way he presses his body harder into you, completely crowding and covering you. It’s familiar. Like the first time.

His palm swallows your entire cheek but it moves down to your throat with a grip. Your mouth falls open at the sudden lack of air, Javi takes no time in licking you. You take no time wetting him right back. It was like the first time, but far less innocent. You whine when he parts, his open saturated mouth dragging to your cheek leaving a bit of a mess. “Didn’t expect you to be such a fucking brat when I came home” He grunts into your ear, the slick sticking to your panties spreading with his voice. You dig your nails into his hip bone and he teeths at your ear lobe. “You used to be good.”

He kisses the space below your ear and jaw. Your hands move to thread in his hair, you're a panting mess. You're so achy and wet you can't think straight, “I’m still good.” you murmur and Javier chuckles against your neck as he sucks. His grip on your hip was strong enough to practically manhandle you, he moves the two of you a few inches away from the door. You're so entranced by his lips on your neck that you don't notice him opening the door and sitting you on the seat, your knees still facing him as he continues to kiss you from outside the car.

His body is in between your thighs as Javi drags his lips to the column of your throat. “I won't leave a mark querida,” He reassures you but you were so turned on you hadn't even fathomed the consequences that came with him touching you like this. You just nod desperately, shifting yourself closer to the edge of the seat to press your throbbing core against his stomach. Your ankles wrapped around his waist.

He parts from you, his eyes raking over you, you finally get to take him in. His lips stained with what was left of your lipstick, god you were so fucking wet.

“Lift your dress.” He demands. Your heart leaps, lips catching in between your teeth and you know the sight wrecks him. Nerves settling in realizing he was going to fuck you, right here. Your cunt clenches at the thought, you hadn't had anyone-anything in you in years. Even when you touched yourself it hurt like the first time, you don't know how it was going to feel after 3 years. But Javier settles your heels on the edge of the car where the door should be, his hand on your knee spreading you open a bit. His mouth was parted, wet and perfect. Your hands found the bottom of your dress and you lift, exposing your light pink panties to Javi.

His nostrils flare and his lips quirk for a moment. His hands fall on both of your knees and spread you further, your nervous bite on your bottom lip is lethal, watching him look at you like this. How had you two been arguing just 3 minutes ago? You know his small smile is at the dark wet mark on your panties. He sinks to his knees.

The car gave him perfect leverage for your pulsing core to be at the perfect level. Oh. Was he?

“Javi, please,” You whine, your hips grinding into the seat but his death grip on your knees prevents you from feeling any release. He shushes you with a kiss on your inner thigh. He kisses, and then sucks, knowing he can leave you marks down there. No one will see. He sucks, licks and drags his teeth against your thigh.

His lips parting as his hand from your knees move to sooth the pink and red and spotted mark so close to your pussy. He notices quickly that without his hands holding you open, your achy and shaking body forces your knees to close him between your thighs. He chuckles, looking up at your face, you can't imagine how lewd you look but his smile fades. His eyes drop back down to what's in front of him, “Pull your panties to the side baby.”

Your left hand is gripping your dress and your right stutters as it drags down and grazes the large wet spot.

Oh my gosh.

You hold your breath as your fingers hook under the fabric, pulling it away from your doused core, a string of your own arousal getting dragged with the pull of the underwear. Javi groans and stares like he’s starved. A gluttonous look that is nothing short of tragic. You have never been this exposed in front of someone, not with their face so close to you. Not being able to feel his breath so close, never. “Jesus christ, fuck-” He’s stumbling over his words and a warmth spreads across your covered chest. He still has that look, primal. His eyes flick up to you, your mouth had been so open for so long your hand moved up to catch moisture from your bottom lip. “I’m going to eat your cunt okay?”

I’m going to eat your cunt

You never-you- “Okay.” You agree and he wastes no time torturing you. The second his tongue is against you, you jolt forward in shock. You had never had someone lick you there, your stomach was tight immediately. His tongue hasn't even touched your clit yet, its just dragging and collecting all the arousal already there. His mustache prickling against that bundle of nerves, causing your hands to reach his shoulder to brace yourself.

Your mouth is O shaped , as you moan, Javi, Javi, oh my god. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch him but you try because the sight of Javier fucking Peña between your legs is something you just cant miss. Javi finally moves his tongue upward, his moving jaw nearly prodding your entrance. The sensation is so new and intense your moans are no longer legible, just noises, no more names. And your fucking loud, you almost forget that he is on his knees and your halfway out the car with your dress rolled up. His tongue is working so deftly, you're practically leaking onto his jaw, making him a dripping mess.

An image of Xavier flashes in your head, maybe if you did it more often I would. Insecurity rushes you suddenly, you try to speak but Javier’s licking is making it almost impossible.

“Ja-Javi, you-fuck” You fold over again when his tongue drags down to your entrance. “Javi-you don't have to, I can-ngh-If you want me give you a blow job I will but-but don't feel like you-” His hands grip your thighs and his mouth parts from you for a moment, looking up at you with a furrowed brow. God you really are making a mess on his face, his mustache is shimmering and his chin drips.

“Andrea, what are you talking about?” Your brows raise, oh.

“I-I’m sorry I just thought-sorry just with Xavier he-”

Javier clenches his jaw at the mention yet also at the realization. Javier shakes his head and moves his head back into your core, continuing. Lick, “Next time I see him…good god.” He grumbles against you and the feeling is so good again that you can't seem to care about your awkward intermission.

“You taste so sweet, querida.” He moans into you and moves his feasting back up to your swollen bud. You were so close, your back arches with your head thrown back, ears close to ringing.

But suddenly his mouth is detached and your dress is tugged back over your knees. Javier is stood quickly, wiping his chin and pulling you up right. You're in so much pain from the close orgasm, you're panting with tears in your eyes to notice that Javier is talking to you. To fucked to realize the cop car pulling up next to you two. “Andrea, cmon.” He pats your knee softly as the cop car settles.

The click of the car snaps you from your trance, your dress covering you but your panties are still damp and misplaced. Javier stands in front of you with his hand reached behind him on your knee. Still needing to brace yourself, your hands grip his wrist.

You could see Javier’s lips quirk a bit at your hold, the cop exits the vehicle. A familiar face, an officer you’ve seen around. You just pray he doesn't know either of you. He’s tall and maybe in his early thirties with his hands on his waist. Guess the mustache was just trendy for men in service. He mirrored Javier in looks, just tanner and thinner. Sunglasses folding in his hand. “Good evening officer.” Javier says with a nod.

The officer tilts his head to look at you. Your face had it written all over you, your eye glanced at the side view. Your hair was slightly messed and your cheeks were stained red. “Javier Peña verdad? DEA, he oído.” The cop flashes a smile and your stomach turns at the thought of the Officer possibly knowing you. Javier waves his hand away from you. You frown at the action.

He crosses his arms, stepping away from you as you sat behind him. “Sí. Hay algun problema, señor?”

The cop shakes his head before looking over his shoulder and then back to you. “Just making sure we don't have anyone causing a disturbance up here, what's your lady friend's name?” He steps to the left to get a better view of you, you had discreetly fixed your hair behind Javier’s broad shoulders a few seconds before. Your eyes stupidly snap to Javier's waist then pants, seeing his obvious bulge pressing against the denim. Eyes wide when Javi shoots you a warning glance. You feel dizzy and want him back in between your legs.

Your tongue wets your dry lips and you look back to the officer that had a fiendish stare on your body. “Drea sir, my name is Drea.” You reach a hand out and he shakes it in return. Javier has a possessive eye trained on you. The officer grips your hand a second too long and Javier clears his throat.

“Well officer…” Javier’s eyes narrow at the tag on his chest, “Officer Flores. Me and Drea were just leaving.”

The officer still has a stare on you, his eyes narrowing, scanning your face, then your body with a gawk at your breasts, before looking back to Javi who kept his stoic face. Officer Flores nods to Javier in what you can only take as approval, it makes you sick for a moment. What the fuck was that?

Luckily, Javier does not entertain the cave-man-ish gesture. You want to reach out to hold him again, feeling uneasy about the entire exchange. “Well, I’ll let you two get going, have a good night.” The officer calls before adjusting his belt and turn on his heels.

Javier wastes no time shaking his head and tilting his head at you to sit correctly in the car before closing the door on you. Your hands fall to the hem of your dress immediately, lifting it to readjust your panties. By the time your hand is reaching between your legs Javier is opening the drivers side. Stopping in his tracks at your position, your cheeks heat and your panties snap against your skin.

He lets out a struggled breath before deciding to ignore how insatiable agonizing the sight was for him. Your eyes settle to his lap as he turns the key, his arm flexing with the stutter. His arm settles next to the console as he pulls from the parking lot. For a moment you think of grabbing his wrist and placing it between your legs.

But your mind disagrees. You just close your eyes with your chest filling with an intense emotion you can't describe. You look to him and he has a similar silent smile as he drive quietly down the mountain.

Feeling brand new. You were going to kick your feet and scream into your pillow when you got home.

A/N: Guyssssss the slow burn has officially been put out OMG. I haven't written smut in years but I've been compiling smut prompts about Javi and Andrea since chapter one, trust they will be used.

They still have so much story left, I hope you love my babies like me. See you next chapter!

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