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mycomfortblanket · 7 months ago

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Publicist Set Up

Chapter One

Sokka is lying in bed scrolling through Instagram when a message request notification bar appears at the top of his screen. Not thinking too much of it, he hits the bar and it immediately takes him to the message.

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:46 pm Hi, my name is Kate, I am Zuko Sozin's Social Media Publicist and Manager. I noticed that you've commented a few times on his posts and was wondering if you would be interested in a Zoom Meet and Greet with him..

Sokka rolls his eyes. Another spam message, although this one seems more realistic, is probably an actual person messaging him and then will somehow manage to get his social secruity number from some special encryption bullshit. But still, it's always fun to mess with these people and see how far they are willing to sell their lies.

From: Sokkas_B00merang 9:48 pm Oh, Zuko's publicist, huh?

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:48 pm Yeah, I know, there are a lot of scammers out there, but this is a legitimate offer. It's completely free, you would just have to log onto a Zoom meeting after I set up the times between you two.

Sokka furrows his brow. He's never had a scammer openly admit to there being other scammers on the internet, nor them saying 'completely free'. Usually, they'll throw in a 'small payment' or something along those lines.

From: Sokkas_B00merang 9:50 pm Is there any way for me to know you're real?

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:51 pm Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I usually lead with that. Yes, here is my card, I blacked out my phone number for obvious reasons. If you would like, you can request to follow me on Instagram and you can see some personal photos I have with him.

The picture that comes in is crystal clear and it's what she says it is: a business card. Sokka clicks on the photo so that it comes up bigger and he inspects the card. There's her name, and underneath it says Social Media Specialist and Publicist, the scribble of what looks like a Snapchat coloring over the phone number and email.

Okay, this shit is weird and actually kind of real looking. Before he actually starts to get his hopes up, Sokka goes to Kate's profile and hits the Request to Follow button, and within thirty seconds, his request is approved and he is able to go to her page.

The majority of the pictures are of her and several of her at the pool drinking some frozen alcoholic drink. But, every so often, there's a picture with someone famous. There's that girl from that K-Pop group he hears so much about, or that actor from the newest James Bond movie, and a little further down, is Zuko. The caption reads Great night with great company. He clicks the photo and the top comment is from Zuko's official account. It's just a heart, but still, this shit is weirdly realistic.

He goes back to the messages,

From: Sokkas_B00merang 10:02 pm Okay, I'll give you this, your stuff looks legit. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to ask me to input my credit card number.

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 10:03 pm Lol no, nothing of that sort. I just need to know when you are free within the next two weeks so I can get a meeting set up between you two.

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Even though Sokka still has a sliver of a doubt about this whole thing, he is also having that rush of excitement at possibly meeting a celebrity. But not just any celebrity, the hottest model that Sokka has ever had the privilege of masterbating to. He started appearing in magazines a little bit before the pandemic, and once everyone was confinded indoors, his image seemed to be everywhere.

Sokka has a few magazines that Zuko is featured in scattered about in his apartment, and even though the majority of the time, he is fully clothed, there is that random picture of him in underwear or swimsuit. His lean body has the perfect amount of wiry muscles and his abs are defined but not overly in your face. His scar, although Sokka is sure was incredibly painful, gives the man a sense of mystery and ruggedness.

When it's finally time for the meeting, Sokka pulls out his old laptop from the back of his closet and powers it on. He'd rather be safe than sorry just in case it is actually spam and they give his computer some sort of virus. He has it set up on his coffee table and with him on the floor, his back pressed against the couch.

He's still waiting in the Zoom calls 'lobby' waiting for the host- or Zuko- to start the meeting. Sokka checks his reflection in the little square that shows his picture and he quickly reaches up and adjusts his hair and checks for eye boogies one more time.

The computer makes a sound, letting him know that someone has started the chat and his heart freezes for about .5 seconds as the screen changes. The person he's supposed to be chatting with still doesn't have their camera on so he can't see if it's actually going to be The Zuko or some ramdom guy from a different country trying to steal his identity.

"Bloody hell, you would think I would know how to do this by now," a woman with a British accent says. "Sokka- am I pronouncing your name right?"

"Uh..." he hesitates, but nods his head. "Yeah. You pronounced it right."

"Great, this is Kate," the British woman says. "Zuko is in the other room, said something about his shirt. I can't seem to understand why- Ah!" the camera finally comes on, "There we go!" and a beautiful woman comes into view. She's sitting in what appears to be a kitchen; there's a stove and the edge of a stainless steel fridge behind her. The breath is actually sucked out of him. That's the lady that was in the Instagram posts... which means...

"Is that him?" a raspy voice sounds from off-camera and Sokka's eyes widen. He would recognize that voice anywhere. From all the interviews that Sokka has watched, he would be able to pick this man's voice out of a lineup any day. Kate glances to the right of the screen and gives a small nod and a smile.

"Okay, Sokka. So the way this works, you and Zuko get to chat for about thirty minutes before it automatically kicks both of you out. For legal reasons, Zuko won't disclose any personal information like where he is, phone number, or things of that sort and you also don't have to disclose any information that you don't want to. Sound good?"

Sokka can't even really bring himself to say anything, but just nods, his eyes still as big as dinner plates.

"Great, well here he is." Kate turns to Zuko who is still offscreen, "I'm going to be down the hall in the office, I'll come back a few minutes before the time is u p to give you a warning, okay?" She turns back to Sokka, "Bye, Sokka. It was great chatting with you!" She walks off the screen and a tall figure takes her place.

If it's even possible, the breath is sucked out of Sokka again at the fact that Zuko fucking Sozin, the most beautiful model his eyes have ever laid upon, drops down into the chair in front of the camera.

"Oh my god," Sokka whispers.

"What?" Zuko asks, his brow furrowing.

"I didn't actually think- I mean... you're real!" Sokka says, his voice cracking slightly.

Zuko huffs out an awkward laugh, "Yeah, and you're real, I mean, of course, you'd be real. I just didn't believe Kate when she told me about the Zoom meeting because, I mean, who does this sort of thing? I- I don't mean that I don't want to talk with you, I just- I'm totally new to all of this-" he cuts himself off, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Sokka cant' help the smile that comes onto his face. God, this guy is cute. In the magazines, he just radiates confidence and sex appeal, but in real life, he is so painfully awkward that it's cute. "You don't talk to fans often?" Sokka asks, deciding to help him out a little.

"I wouldn't necessarily say I have fans..." Zuko mumbles, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "I mean, sure, there are people who like me, but fans- I think that's being a little generous."

"Nah, man. I'm definitely a fan," Sokka gives him a charming smile and Zuko gives him a small one back. "You say you're new to this, but I've been seeing you in magazines and stuff for years now, since before the pandemic."

"Oh, yeah, no. I didn't mean new to the modeling thing, I meant new to the talking to people who... like me?" he finishes awkwardly with a shrug.

Sokka can't help but snort a laugh out through his nose, "I'm finding that a little hard to believe that you- mister beautiful famous model man- is nervous talking to me, a guy who ids barely surviving working at his dad's mechanic shop."

"I don't know about the beautiful part," Zuko grumbles and looks down, his blush deepening just a little and starting to spread down his neck. Sokka can just barely see his fingers picking at something on the table he is at. This is the second time he has been self-deprecating and Sokka can tell he's not doing it in a way of fishing for compliments, but rather, he genuinely believes what he is saying. He also notices how Zuko didn't deny the fact that he is nervous talking to him, but rather, denied that he is pretty.

"Well, what made your publicist choose me for you to talk to?" he asks curiously. Sokka does not expect the full-on bright red blush that overtakes Zuko's cheeks even more and goes down his neck, disappearing into his shirt. His eyes go wide and he quickly looks off-screen and then back at Sokka, trying to stammer out a response. There's something about making Zuko blush with every other question that is really getting to Sokka. "What?" he asks, his mouth quirking up into a smile as he tries fighting off his own blush.

"It was random, Kate just pulled someone from the comments and- set it up," he doesn't look at Sokka when he says this so he knows that Zuko is partially lying, but he won't call him out on it... yet.

"Ah, well, what comment did I leave that made her click on me?" Sokka thought this was an innocent enough question, but the way Zuko's blush deepens, he can only guess. Actually... he doesn't even need to guess, he knows what comment it was. "Oh... yeah, I know which one, don't say that out loud, uh..." Sokka starts. In his defense, he was incredibly stoned when he posted that comment to Zuko's Instagram account.

The picture in question was of Zuko lying on the edge of a pool, his drenched white shirt pulled up to expose his stomach. There were artfully placed droplets of water scattered about on his face and the way the sunlight- or artificial light, whatever- brought out his light brown eyes, making them look like dripping honey.

The comment that Sokka had left isn't exactly something he is proud of and to be honest, he completely forgot about until now. What I would do to have this man underneath me isn't exactly something that screams 'strike up a conversation with me'.

His ex, Suki, had beat manners into him and how awful it is to degrade women by talking like that, and of course, the sentiment extended to men. But, Sokka was never very good at keeping his mouth in check while under the influence, so he knows what he said wasn't exactly 'chivalrous'.

Zuko finally looks back up at the camera and gives a small laugh at Sokka's sudden awkwardness, "Now who is the one that's nervous?"

Sokka snorts, not expecting the joke to come from him, "Oh, he's got jokes?" he asks through his laughter. It's weird how easy it is talking to Zuko, they're talking like they're both normal people instead of half the party being incredibly famous and the other half being incredibly not famous.

Zuko's smile brightens just a little and he visibly seems to loosen up the longer they talk. They start poking fun at one another as if they've been friends for years. It's only when he hears the familiar British accent off-camera that he knows their thirty minutes are coming to a close.

"it was really great talking with you, Sokka," Zuko says, his voice lowering slightly and making a warmth settle in Sokka's belly. God, the way his name sounds on this man's lips.

He gulps at the same time he tries to say, "Yeah-" he coughs a little, clearing his throat, "Yeah, I can't believe I actually got to meet you, it's unreal. You're unreal."

Zuko laughs a little, "I'm really glad we met, hopefully we'll talk again soon."

Sokka's eyes widen, "Wait, what do you mean-" but the Zoom call ends before he can even ask what Zuko means by Hopefully we'll talk again soon. How would they talk soon? There's no chance of them meeting in public, mostly because he doesn't even know where Zuko lives, but also because, what is the fucking chance that he would meet a celebrity when the only places he go4es to are the coffee house down the street, work, and the community college a town over?

He stares at the Zoom home page for a few minutes longer, trying to process the whole encounter. At one point, he thinks they were flirting, but he couldn't be sure, because, like, why the fuck would a fine-ass model flirt with him?

Shaking his head slightly, sure that he will wake up in a few minutes from some coma that he's been in, he stands up from the coffee table, scooping his phone into his hand, and starts down the hallway towards his bedroom.

He flicks on the light when he gets two notifications, one after the other, from Instagram. Opening his phone and navigating to the app, a smile breaks across his face.

Zuko.Sozin followed you

A new message from Zuko.Sozin 7:48 pm And yeah, I'd like to be underneath you, too.

Read the rest of the series on ArchiveofOurOwn.com

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moonofthedevil · 1 year ago

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Beginnings of a little Steddie idea…

It’s been three months since Steve started working at this fancy bar in New Orleans as a waiter. It’s going well since he’s never been able to keep a job longer than a month or two. Something about his bitchiness or customers not liking his attitude. It’s ridiculous, they’re allowed to berate him as much as they want but as soon as he gives it back it's out of line and they go running to his manager.

This job seems different, the customers are rich but they enjoy his quips, they smile and tip him extra with a wink, occasionally asking for his number or in some cases offering to pay for any gifts he may want.

His manager, Robin, is nothing like them, she’s a bartender and around the same age as him. She always struggles to hold in a laugh at every bitchy remark or eye roll he sends a customer's way. But nearly every time he does, she’ll tell him the same thing…

“Make sure you don’t-“

“Don’t do that to the boss,” he finishes her sentence, having heard it thousands of times. He’s exaggerating but you get the point. “Yeah I got it, Robin. I actually think I got it the first time you said it.” He smiles sardonically and Robin huffs a laugh in response.

The boss in question, Mr Theodore Munson. Steve’s seen him plenty of times but never long enough for an actual conversation to take place. He spends most of his time in the building, often Steve will see him enter but be off his shift before he leaves. Mr Munson and his friends spend all their time in the private room in the basement, an endless stream of young people entering and stumbling out anywhere from twenty minutes to four hours later with their clothes askew and a glazed look in their eyes.

He’s asked Robin what happens in there, she’s as clueless as he is but tells him not to go digging around. So naturally, when he’s told not to do something, he wants to do it even more. He waits until he has an evening off and dedicates it to finding out more about Theodore Munson and what goes on in that basement. He orders takeout, pours himself a glass of wine and his eyes don’t leave his computer screen for three hours straight.

That’s when he comes across it…

‘Bloodlust’ The words are bold and red on a black backdrop, a small droplet falling from the letter ‘t’. The website design is gothic but sexy. A small tagline reads, ‘You’ve got the blood, we’ve got the lust.’

‘If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to spend the night with a vampire, to dance with the devil, then look no further. We have vampires of all ages and plenty of different services for you to take a bite at.’

As he continues to scroll he comes across a list of services with vague descriptions but just enough for Steve to figure out what it is. His mouth falls open slightly he doesn’t know what he expected to see but it definitely wasn’t a vampire-themed escort and prostitution business.

He scrolls to the bottom of the page. ‘Ask to enter and we will be at your service.’ Underneath is the address of the bar, the top line ‘basement’.

He’s lived in New Orleans long enough to know all about the supernatural based tourism, he knows this is just another side of that but something about it feels different, a tingling at the base of his neck makes it feel more real than anything he’s come across before.

He closes his laptop and tries to forget about it. He goes to work as normal and doesn’t mention any of his findings to Robin. But with every sighting of Mr Munson his curiosity grows. It’s like he’s developed a sixth sense as to when he’ll enter the bar, Steve’s eyes always drawn to him, a deer in headlights. His eyes trailing from his long curly hair, down his chest and arms, ending on his thighs, the fabric of a perfectly fitted suit hugging them tightly. Mr Munson’s eyes /never/ move from wherever he is headed to, like he knows everyone in the room is staring, but none of them are good enough for his attention.

It’s infuriating, it makes Steve crave his dark eyes and ring covered hands on him more than anything else. He finds himself opening up the Bloodlust website and reading over their services before jerking off to the images of Mr Munson doing it all to him. He’s all that fills Steve’s mind night and day.

However, instead of satisfying him it just makes him even hornier, he hasn’t been fucked in months and the idea of some vampire roleplay sounds hot, especially if it’s with Mr Munson.

Two weeks after Steve found Bloodlust, he’s going into the bar on his day off. He passes the counter where he and Robin spend a lot of their chatting and she’s not there, she must have the same day off as him.

He goes down the dingy steps to the basement, brushing down his clothes before knocking three times.

The door swings open, a short, curly-haired woman that Steve recognises from passing through the bar, stands there. Her face doesn’t move, doesn’t show any signs of whether she recognises him or not.

He remembers the instructions on the website. “Can I come in?”

A small smirk forms on her face as she steps to the side to let him inside. The room itself is almost identical to the bar upstairs, just darker and silkier. Where there are mirrors on the walls upstairs, this room has various paintings. Booths are scattered about the floor with a small stage in one corner. To the right of that sits a throne, plush and decadent, though it’s currently unoccupied Steve can very clearly imagine Mr Munson taking that seat. He has that kind of silently powerful energy.

He hears the door close behind him, the woman coming back into view.

“How can I help you, Steve?”

It’s a little creepy she knows his name and he doesn’t know hers but he brushes it off. He works upstairs and she seems like the kind of woman who makes it her business to know things.

“What, do I just…pick someone from a lineup or something?”

The woman chuckles softly, she looks shy as she does which is almost /more/ unsettling.

“Unfortunately, as you can see many of our vampires are preoccupied right now but I can give you a print out of everyone with individual photos and descriptions?”

Steve takes the opportunity to look closer around the room, he sees one man with a petite woman on his lap, her back to his chest. A trail of red rolling down from where his lips are attached to her neck, Steve’s eyes follow it into her top where one of the man’s hands rests, the other in her pants, fingers moving in circles to the beat of the music.

He has to admit whatever special effects they’re using to fake the bites is convincing, he wants to be in that position with Mr Munson underneath him, hands and lips bringing him pleasure.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, it's then that Steve spots him, leaning against the bar talking to a guy whose face he can’t see. He smiles and Steve can see his fake fangs, it stirs something deep within him.

“Well…” He looks to the woman waiting for her to give her name.

“Nancy.”

“Well, Nancy. I’ve already chosen.” He nods his head in the direction of Mr Munson. “I want him.”

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #platonic stobin #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve x eddie series #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie x steve #steddie series #more parts to come

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 years ago

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CFWC Writer of the Month: the-pale-goddess

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @the-pale-goddess! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog: the-pale-goddess Blog Masterlist

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I downloaded Choices in an extremely terrifying moment of my life in late 2019. I was seeing the ads everywhere and thought that this game might serve as a fairly decent distraction. Well, I wasn’t wrong skfjksjfk

I’m not sure which one was actually the first, but it was either the default TRR or Save The Date promoted at that time.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

My obsession with Open Heart and Ethan Ramsey tied nicely with the release of the second book in 2020. The lockdown allowed me to explore this fictional world further, so I started looking for more content. I found the legendary Denise, aka @justanotherrookie, while lurking on IG. That’s when my long-forgotten Tumblr account came to my mind, and I logged in with the intention of scrolling through the tags to satisfy my EJR thirst.

3- How did you pick your blog name?

Oh, dear…It’s very silly! My skin is extremely pale and I have always been obsessed with music; hence the combo.

Fun fact: this account is quite old (though still not as old as my tumbroke card; I had like three other accounts before this one), and I was slightly embarrassed to enter a new fandom with my dusty aesthetic blog signed by some ominous name, but decided to go with the flow. Then the-pale-goddess has become my brand, and it was too late for any changes–anyone who has changed their URL knows how problematic blogging is afterward.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

My first fandom post was inspired by the frustrating ending of the softball chapter AND the first hiatus announcement…It didn’t age well. As we all know, Ethan & MC didn’t ‘talk about it.’ What’s more, we had to survive a long OH drought before PB decided to resume the second book.

Three years later, the very same shitpost is still the most popular Choices post on my silly little blog lol

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

3 years, fanfiction is my pandemic baby! Though I’ve been writing since I was a kid, it was mostly poetry and never in English. But as time passed, I got more occupied with my teenage life and eventually lost motivation to write. That old passion resurfaced several years later, at the beginning of the pandemic. Apart from the obvious need for distraction from the COVID situation, I was frustrated that my English skills were getting rusty, so I decided to dive in.

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

No surprise here: Open Heart (the first book) and Open Heart 😂 I never tried writing about any other Choices book.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

Miami Heat aka my smutty Miami AU. The concept is brilliant, but the execution…Yikes! I often think of rewriting the entire thing because the writing is amateur at best and my inner perfectionist cringes whenever I think of this mini-series.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

It all depends on my mood, so here’s a list of my favorites!

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

Cabin Fever - apparently this 69 plotless smut is iconic for some reason? I don’t really get the hype. It has an insane amount of kudos on ao3, my other fics can’t compare lol

Burnt - Book 1 mutual pining E&T classic and one of my absolute favorites (we’re talking top 3); it could definitely use a little more love!

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I’ll shock you all and say that I wish I could write fluff for the rest of my life kjgkdgjkdf But since I suck at it, I’d love to be stuck with angst and a dash of smut.

It’s probably a sad thing to admit, but I feel the most comfortable while writing angst. The realism of pain and the emotions that follow are simply very familiar, and it’s easy for me to conjure up a creative image to match the idea. Besides, there’s so much to explore in the angsty realm: all the flavor, nuance, layers, and symbolism. The possibilities are endless!

Smut doesn’t need an explanation, does it? I live on the thirst street 🤡

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

I do. That’s probably why Open Heart got me sucked right in–OH MC felt very real and relatable, I couldn’t help but see bits of myself in her. Though we share many traits and experiences, Tiffany definitely isn’t an extension of me. I poured my heart and soul into this woman, but she has become her own person and I try to avoid self-projecting into her character unless there’s a clear purpose.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Recently, I have been struggling with writing in general lol The internet is ruthless!

My biggest issue is that self-loathing perfectionist who doesn’t let me enjoy the process, nothing seems to be good enough for her, and that attitude dims my motivation and hinders creativity.

On a more technical note, I absolutely suck at describing basic movement. I could churn out a long essay on a character’s internal struggle explaining the most complex emotions or a 4K elaborate smut, but when it comes to finding the right words to portray the simplest action, like walking down the stairs or setting the scene for an early morning conversation at the hospital, I feel lost kdhdkhdkdb

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Pretty much all of my WIPs are neglected 🤡 But here are the most important projects I’m hoping to finish at some point in the not-too-distant future:

Home With You AU

Past, Present, Future

My Way Home Is Through You

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Since fanfic is based on an existing work of fiction, and the core plotlines and characters should be well-known to the readers, I guess it could be a tedious and confusing read for someone who isn’t involved in the fandom. But then I have received comments from people unfamiliar with OH who have stumbled upon my fics and gave them a chance, so maybe I’m wrong lol

I like to think that I would be okay with sharing my works with someone I know and trust in real life, but let’s be honest: my crippling anxiety would stop me ksjfkjssd However, if I were to pick a fic rec, I’d choose Heaven Upside Down AU because it doesn’t need an extensive OH knowledge. Plus, I’m very proud of this series.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

While I try to keep my writing style unique and simply mine, there are three lovely ladies who had a huge impact on my writing journey:

@writinghereandthere (aka an actual genius and my writing role model) was the direct source of inspiration behind my fanfic revelation. I fell in love with Ethan and Mariana, Ana’s beautiful prose, her wit, unparalleled talent, and fantastic characterization. Her writing changed the trajectory of my life. Though she left the fandom long ago, her masterlist is a must-read for everyone, trust me! (Ana, if you’re reading this: I miss you more than words can convey. Sorry for the spam I leave in your inbox every now and then skgjksgjk Hope to hear about your original work soon ❤️)

@starrystarrytrouble & @terrm9 - these two literary geniuses have inspired me to follow my own writing path and develop a distinctive style. Their masterpieces offer poetic, raw emotions, encouraging me to allow myself more creative freedom. I’m in constant awe of their unmatched talent and come back to their works whenever I want to feel things ❤️

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Can I have all of them, please?

I would pay all my money to watch a TV series based on my canon OH plotline…I’m not kidding, I even made a bunch of Netflix edits because I need it in my life. On the other hand, my precious AUs would look amazing on the big screen! The most scrumptious one still hasn’t left my head though, so you have to trust me–the cinematic potential is truly there kdgjkdgjk 17- Do you write original fiction?

I have a few ideas, but they’re so complex I’m stuck on the outlining phase. Mayhaps one day?

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I’m a certified music freak and a cinephile. I practice destroying male egos on a daily basis. I love photography, niche sports, playing with my dog, lifting people’s moods, random unhinged facts, and ignoring reality, and I have just entered my skincare expert era.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

🥰 + ✨ + 💀

These three emojis perfectly encapsulate who I am as a person, I think: full of love and magic, but also dead inside ksjgksjgks

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to)

I’d like to thank our lovely admins for giving me this exciting opportunity to ramble about my tiny corner on this hellsite and showcase my word vomit. My heart is full of gratitude! I may not be as active as I used to be, and real life doesn’t allow me to change that, but our fandom will always have a special place in my heart, and I feel very lucky to be a part of this community. Thank you for still putting up with me and supporting my fictional world ❤️❤️❤️

#cfwc writer of the month #open heart #the-pale-goddess #choices fic writers creations #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #writer of the month #tiffany addams

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fonulyn · 1 year ago

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Can I ask about your opinion on spamming an account though? If I want to do a -tober thing, that's potentially 31 fics. That would push all my other bigger/ongoing things behind 1-2 pages on my account. I've done a kinktober once, putting them all in one fic, and yea I didn't like not being able to tag every single thing, but i also don't want to spam my account with so many mini fics :( I have nothing against posting little things, even many little things! But every day a little thing for 31 days? Since I mainly write in just one fandom, scrolling through my account for that fandom would be a nightmare T^T

well you're talking to someone with 245 published works on ao3 (and 224 of those in my main fandom) so I might not be the best person to answer this :'D I've written... kind of a lot.

but yeah, personally, I don't consider it spamming my account? I've got smaller fics, I've got bigger fics, and idk, they're all there for people to find if and when the time comes. if someone cares about the wordcount and doesn't want to see mini-fics, there's an option to filter fics based on wordcount, too! sometimes if I'm not in the mood for tiny fics (or very long ones), I do that on an author's works and start with the fics that are best suited for what I want right then.

but I've never felt it's a problem, not with my own or not with other people's ao3 pages if there's a lot of fics. more variety? more to choose from? or potentially more to keep reading! and it's easy to choose what you feel like when they're all their own works.

if you truly want your bigger fics to stay at the top of the page, you can always go in later and backdate the smaller fics? it's possible to change the date on which they were posted, and changing it to a date further back isn't going to hurt anyone. might wanna do it later, though, so they get a chance to be seen first.

honestly, I think it's just very easy to overthink things and this might be one of those moments? I don't think anyone would hate seeing many little fics from you, I genuinely don't :) and the bigger projects are still there to be found! and if they're ongoing, they'll end up back on the top of the page eventually when you update!

#anonymous #ask and i shall answer

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kd-holloman · 2 years ago

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Tips and Tricks Tuesday: Drafting

Sometimes I struggle to come up with what to talk about on Tuesdays because as a new self-published author, I feel like I’m not “qualified” to talk about the trials and tribulations that come with being an author. I am still figuring this whole thing out, after all.

However, I don't need to talk about being an author. I can talk about being a writer, because being a writer is something I know very well.

So, without further ado, welcome to …

Tips and Tricks Tuesday!

Today I want to talk about my drafting process. Please note that I say my drafting process, because all writers are unique and although their process may be very similar, I doubt no two are exactly the same. What works for me may not be what works for you.

In order to make a draft, I have to have something to write about. So, by this point in my process I’ve already nailed down the who, what, when, where, and why of my story. I’ve determined the character(s), which I want to be my narrator(s), if I’m writing in first or third person, and past or present tense. I’ve determined how I want my readers to feel about my story as a whole (and at major plot points) and I’m ready to start drafting.

1. I use my outline as a guide to nail down the major events of the story, but it is not set in stone.

I’m currently working on the first draft of book three in the MaM Trilogy and have a rough outline. In my head I have somewhat of an idea of where the story is going (major plot points have been set – albeit not in stone) and am ready to roll. Do I love all of the scenes in my outline?

No, but that’s okay. If I can come up with a better idea that fits and makes more sense, I’ll use that instead of what I have in my outline, but unless I can come up with something that I truly like more than what I have on the page, I’m just going to move forward with it. I can always make changes in my next draft.

2. I write my first draft and try not to dwell on the little things.

It’s a first draft. It’s never ever going to be the shiny polished product I want others to read. I don’t dwell on the typos or get choosy about word-choice because the sentence, paragraph, chapter may not even make it into the next draft.

My main focus is getting the story down and expanding on it from there.

3. Leave it alone.

Once my first draft is written I give myself a few days (I try to hold out for two weeks, but it’s pretty tough since I’m not good at letting my mind roam) before looking at it again.

4. Read through, be unbiased but fair, and make comments to myself as I go.

This is the part that might be hard for a lot of writers. Remember when I said I don’t do any sort of revisions when writing my first draft? That’s because it takes the focus away from just getting the story on the page, but all of those typos? They’re going to be staring right at you. Now, for the sake of time and my own ego, I indulge myself in running the spellchecker before I start my read through. However, if it doesn’t catch it, I don’t take the time to fix it because I’m going to rewrite the whole thing no matter what.

5. Rewrite it

Aka: The Second Draft

Seriously, I write it again. I’m sure you think I’m nuts when there is a feature to literally move one chunk of text to another document, but hear me out. If there are scenes I like and want to fit into my next draft, I pull each document up in a split screen on my laptop and type it. While I do, that is when I screen for typos, select better words, and rearrange paragraphs and sentences.

6. Leave it alone...again.

Trust me, I know how exciting it is to finish a draft. It’s so easy to want to scroll right to the top of your document and start reading over.

Trust me, give it 2-4 weeks. During this time, I start the plotting stages of another project I want to work on. It’s enough to fill my time doing writer-related tasks to keep me from feeling guilty for not writing, but also keeps my hands out of my draft.

7. Read it again.

This time I’m scanning for any mistakes, but also focusing on the major parts of my story. I want to start hammering in ways to convey emotions so the reader really feels things how I want them to feel. I make note of this for my next draft. I also address what parts need to be moved, re-worked, or tossed out completely.

8. Write it again!

Same deal as before: two tabs, I read in one scroll in the other.

9. Let it sit...but this time, find beta readers.

While I let your third draft marinate, I like to interact with other writers and search for beta readers. I find that offering to swap stories with someone is the most effective way to get beta readers. I’m just careful making sure I don’t overwhelm myself with too many swaps.

10. Revise

I run through my manuscript (run the spell checker, pick better words, make sure there are no glaring inconsistencies) and once it has my final seal of approval send it to your beta readers.

11. Repeat as necessary.

I repeat steps 8, 9, and 10 as many times as needed until I feel my story is as perfect as it’s going to get. Then, find myself an editor.

#tips and tricks tuesday #writerblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing

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plainviewwelcomesyou · 3 years ago

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PRESS

You press the button.

Nothing happens. Nothing happens for a while. Nothing happens, not for a while more.

But in the flurry of nothing happening, suddenly, something happens indeed.

Right where you're standing, a giant sausage-fingered white gloved hand attached to a spring flings you from the Earth into the sky.

You cry out as the world whizzes past you at such speed that you can't even feel the wind whipping by your face.

Just when you think you're about to fall into the great beyond, from below a platform emerges, a trampoline atop, bouncing you further into the air.

Then suddenly, you're soaring over the clouds, above them.

You hit another bouncy platform, boosting you higher. It happens again, higher still.

Then the platforms get lower - bouncing you closer and closer towards the center of gravity of which you were swept from.

The incline increases again, and while you'd otherwise be terrified for your life in this situation, somehow you can't help but feel exhilarated. You're flying through the heavens like an angel! You've always loved heights! Why wouldn't you love this too?!

But then you land in something different - a giant pink and purple and blue tube.

Wait, it's not a tube - it's a slide! And you're inside it - sliding down it in a smooth, rhythmic descent.

It goes on and on, faster and faster, as if to make up for all those moments where you weren't falling or being thrown or whatever. And through its blurs of circular windows you can see yourself getting closer to the end of the ride - back to the ground, back to the dirt, and soon enough the windows stop appearing at all, and just then -

SPLASH!

Peach-colored bubbles surround you, encompassing you in warmth as water begins to rise all around.

After everything had been cleared away, and after your lungs were empty enough, you emerge from the liquid. You look around you to see...

A pool. You've been dunked in a pool. And in front of that pool is a house - but not like any other house you've ever seen! A house that has angles that twist in impossible ways, coated in color, with the kind of architecture you would expect from the pages of a storybook.

Then, from out of a window comes another, smaller hand attached to a spring - and it lifts you out of the water with vim and vigor, and then, there you are, back on the ground, standing before this otherworldly house. You're dripping wet but feeling quite refreshed all the same.

The hand retracts back - the house spins around like a wound-up top, the backyard towards you turning into a front yard, a grand entryway reveals itself. A carpet rolls out, brightly-lit arrow signs point towards the door, and the door swings open, as if alive, and before you can go up to it, out of it comes the little man in the house. You expect him to start waltzing towards you, but he's curled his entire body into a hoop, and he goes flying straight across the rug instead. Just when you think he's about to wheel straight into you, his body unfurls like a scroll - and there he is, the greatest entertainer himself!

MR. MAXILLA: NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL A GREAT FIRST IMPRESSION!!!

You look to your side, and by some miracle - the whole time, the box never left your arms.

(What do you do next?)

#plainview

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jungwonenthusiast · 4 years ago

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hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)

A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming

Word count: 3k

You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.

“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”

“Jealous?” he teases.

“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.

You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.

You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”

He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”

You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”

He rolls away, chuckling.

You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.

“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.

“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.

“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.

“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.

“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.

You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.

“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.

“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.

“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.

If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now.

You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.

You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”

“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”

You choke. “You’re a bottom?”

“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”

“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.

“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.

“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.

“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”

You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”

You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”

“Are you complaining?” you tease.

“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.

He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.

“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.

“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”

“When’s our prom?” he asks.

“I think in a month.”

“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.

“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.

“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.

“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.

“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.

“You always wear black dresses.”

“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.

“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.

As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.

His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.

“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”

“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.

Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.

You elbow him in the side and he cries out.

“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.

He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.

You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.

“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.

“You asked for it.” he says.

“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.

“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.

You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.

Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.

You fall onto your back, holding your chest.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”

You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.

You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.

“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.

He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.

Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.

His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.

He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.

He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.

You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”

He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”

You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.

“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.

“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.

“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.

You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.

He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.

You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.

“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“What is it?”

You shake your head out of embarrassment.

“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.

You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”

“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”

Your eyes widen. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”

You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”

You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”

“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.

“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.

“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.

“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”

He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”

You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.

“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.

“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.

He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.

“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.

He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.

“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.

His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.

“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.

Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.

He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.

He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”

You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.

His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.

He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.

“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.

You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.

You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.

You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.

You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.

“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.

You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”

You nod at him and he smiles.

“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.

“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”

You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”

His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.

His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.

“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.

You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.

“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.

He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.

“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”

You blush and nod.

“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.

You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.

His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.

He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.

“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.

He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.

His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.

“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”

That alone sends you over the edge.

You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.

He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”

You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”

“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.

You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.

He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.

You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”

#Heeseung smut #enhypen smut #Kpop smut

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stickynotestoletters · 3 years ago

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Izuku x Male Reader Smut

I'm a dirty slut, so .... yeah

Women DNI please :3

Warnings: you push friend boundaries in the fic but Izuku likes it so it's fine, bottom reader, top izuku, buff tan izuku, big tiddy izuku, God kink apparently, degradation, he calls you puppy, a bit of simp Izuku, breeding kink

Izuku wasn't a simp, okay? He was kind, he was courteous and pleasant to be around! But he always had boundaries with his friends and loved ones. Well....until he met you.

You see, Izuku had a not-so-obvious crush on you (shut it Bakugou). Ever since he met you at UA he kind of let you push any and all boundaries that he had put in place with his friends.

Now don't get the wrong idea! At first, when you both met in your first year at UA it was just little stuff! Like, using his clothes or borrowing a pillow. I mean that's what friends are for right? At least that’s what you told him.

He thought maybe he just needed to chill out and let loose his rules a bit. So you were a little friendlier about how you acted around him as opposed to your other friends, so what?

He could make an exception this once and that would be it!

But then you started getting even more comfortable.

And it was good! He was happy you were comfortable around him! It made his heart fly!

You were being a little touchier with him and it was just friendly stuff. Laying your head on his shoulder and in his lap or even just stroking his hair while you cuddle, but that's fine!

He likes it, he always has and always will!

You ask permission the first time you do these things and how could he resist sitting in the arms of a gorgeous man like you?

Then it stays that way for a while a little after UA.

You get a little bold every once in a while after that but it's nothing he can't handle.

He's working out and doing hero work so he has more things to focus on than his not so little crush anymore.

Even if he stays up at night thinking about all those touches. Thinking about your chapped lips and smooth skin beneath his hands. Thinking about your hands and how much he likes them. Likes them in his hair, massaging his shoulders. How much more he would like them if you tangled them in his hair and pull on it as he's fucking you into his mattress. How much he'd then like it for you to yell and scream his name as he absolutely pounds you into his sheets. How much he wants you to cry and scream his name until the neighbors bring noise complaints and you have a sore throat the next day from it.

So yeah. He doesn't have the time.

Until one night you show up to his door. It's late, almost 4 in the morning, about 2 hours after he comes home from his agency, and he just hears these little knocks on the door. He thinks it's the rain at first until he gets a text from you asking him if he's up and if you could come in.

He's almost dressed and ready for bed but for you, he'd sacrifice any amount of sleep to make sure you're okay at any time of the night.

He opens his door to find you drenched from the rain. And he means soaked. You're shivering in these nice little skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. You're sobbing and your hair is spilling water onto his doormat. "Hey Izuku, is it-is it okay if I come in?"

He can hear just how congested you are, it seems like you've been crying for a while. "Yeah, just let me-let me get you a towel, are you okay?" You start sobbing in front of him and he gives you the towel as he comes back."Never mind, that was obviously a stupid question, come on in and go get a shower."

You're nice and warm by the time you come back to the kitchen, he's made you shower and given you some food. So now you two sit down on his couch and he holds you close to him. he's not saying anything and neither are you, but you know he wants you to talk about it."So, I kinda had a breakdown about some relationship stuff right now." You guys laughed at the obviousness of it.

"Did you want to talk about it?" He looks at you laying down on his chest, tangling your legs with his, in his shirt, in his pants. God he wished you would-

"Kinda, I don't have to if you don't want me to." He shook his head to the sides and you sighed deeply," I knew you would say that, okay, it's kinda embarrassing if I'm being honest."

He laughed at you, "Nothing could be more awkward and embarrassing for me to listen to than when you told me, in detail, about your crush on Bakugou." You contorted your face in distaste at him and he just kept laughing.

"Bakugou is hot and I stand by all that I said asshole." You shook your head. "But I was very embarrassing."

It got quiet again and you put your face in the crook of his neck. "So, I figured out that I ....fuck okay so...." You move back to face him and stare at him in the eyes. "Don't laugh but I realized I only want a sexual relationship with someone at the moment. I started crying because I felt like I'd been lying to myself and I've just been under a lot of stress lately." Your blush is not less bright than his at all and he can't do anything but avoid your pretty little face looking at him than to push you into his chest and look up at his wonderfully beautiful ceiling he's never had the time to admire before this.

"You could have said that to me without the weird eye contact but whatever, go on."

You laugh hysterically, a little high on your emotions, "Okay hear me out. I'm a hero right? And using a loved one as leverage is a very classic villain plan. So I thought that was why I didn't want a relationship. Now I figured out it's just the stress! I want something like that eventually but right now? I just want something with someone to destress."

You move your head up to look at him and he moves his hand away from the back of your head, his emotions are going haywire right now. What is he supposed to say to that??? Do you want him to find someone for you to hook up with or???? And then he realizes-"I am not setting you up with Bakugou-"

"-OH MY GOD SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY IT WAS A ONE-TIME THING." You shake your head and laugh incredulously at him. "I'm allowed to be attracted to people who aren't good for me okay? Is it really that bad?" Izuku rolls his eyes at you, "Yes. Yes, it is."

You roll your eyes back at him," Whatever that's not what I wanted to ask anyway." you scooch up onto his chest a bit more and put your hands under your chin as you look into his eye with your best pleading face." Would you do me the honor of being my destresser?"

He could explode right now.

Like seriously what?

".....You want me to what now???"

"Would you rather I phrase it differently?"

"To make sure we're on the same page yes-"

"Fuck the stress out of me buff man."

"Jesus Christ." He practically lifts you off of him like a doll,"If you were going to prank me like this," he sets you onto his couch and walks to his bathroom to go wash the heat off his face, "do it over text next time."

You follow him into the bathroom," It's not a prank! I'm for real okay? Look-" he looks puts his head further near the sink, he doesn't want you to see his red face,"-the way I see it is we're both busy as fuck. We both are mature adults looking for something intimate, which you have not found yet may I add, that could both put someone in danger otherwise." He scrubs his face and takes a deep breath, turning his water off and looking at you calmly.

"Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, why me then?" He knows he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but he's not going to do this if it's just for the fun. He wants to actually mean something to you other than someone to fuck. "You could have chosen any one of our other friends. So why me?"

You grab his hands and lift them to your lips,"Izuku, I care about you so much. You're one of my closest and best friends in the entire world and I am so lucky to have you. You have supported me in any way you possibly could, and I hope that I've done the same for you. So I want us to support each other as much as we need in this." You look him in the eyes," Plus you could snap me in half and are one of the only people I could fight that has the stamina to keep going at me."

".....you're so fucking lucky I like you. Fine! Okay fine."

"YES!"

So for the rest of the night(morning?), you two plan out how this is going to work. Rules, boundaries, kinks (by god he's going to need a break), and what times you guy can and can't.

It works well actually. Better than Izuku expected. He's just ecstatic he gets to finally hold you.......until he doesn't.

Now Izuku knows you two discussed boundaries and the fact you can call each other practically any time but for the next week, he seriously couldn't get the mind power to just swallow his fears and call you up. Not to say he wasn't thinking of you, by god he did that every single day even more since then, he just didn't want to bother you.

But then you called him. It was 11 pm and you were very horny. He picked up the phone and immediately just, "Hello?"

"I need you to plow me into my mattress it's been a week, come over as soon as you can, I'll be waiting sir-"

And that was the end of the call. Your house is like 20 minutes away from his but he somehow made it there in 10. He didn't even text you he was coming, so you thought he was busy.

So you were just on your couch, scrolling on your phone until a rushed knock at the door, you opened it, and were immediately kissed on the mouth.

Just a whole ass surprise makeout, he holds you up in his arms and pushes you against the door. You pull away to breathe and just look down to see this large monster of a man pressing his massive chest to yours, heaving so out of breath like he'd just ran a marathon (he practically did). Just staring up at you so desperately, you're not going to lie it was a nice view. You laugh a bit hysterically as he kisses you repeatedly. Then he works his way to your neck, still holding you up with his arms but fondling your chest and ribcage. He nips your neck and sucks so hard you're sure to have some nice little hickies in the morning. You moan as he pulls on your nipples and rubs your pecs in his hands.

Your mind goes fuzzy as you hear him whisper, "Dirty little slut left me with nothing after your little call. Think it was funny?" He kisses your neck again, licking down to your collar bone, "Think it's funny to leave me with nothing? Just the thought of this dirty little pup begging me to come over?"

You moan into a laugh at the fact he seems more desperate for this than you are. "Laughing now are we?" You immediately quiet down, his hands travel to your waist, and grinds his leg into your crotch.

"Oh gods-" He pushes into you again as you moan,"-f-fuck!"

"Damn puppy. Didn't know you had such a dirty little mouth. Why don't you show me how you use that little mouth when I actually get started with you."

He takes you into your bedroom, pressing your hard dick against his own and sucking on your neck even more.

You pant heavily onto his shoulder shaking from anticipation as he brings you into your room.

He pushes you down on the bed into a folded missionary position. You're hazy and in hysterics, as he talks more, "God, look at you! What a fucking slut for me. Come on puppy look me in the eyes and tell me what you want."

You look up and his smile is devious. It's alluring. He's practically ravishing you with his eyes. He’s taking your clothes off and feeling you up, “Your tastey skin, so smooth and soft. Do you know what I’m gonna do to it puppy?” Your head is swimming with full unbridled warmth and lust, you can’t even respond so he takes your face in his hands and makes you look at him,” I’m gonna mark you up so well, give you all the hickies and bites I want to put on you until you’re barely unbruised. How does that sound?”

You yell out, “Yes! YES! Puppy will be good for you please? Want it so bad.” He laughs at your responses, leaving your naked body vibrating on the bed and he moves away to take his own clothes off. His toned muscles flexing without meaning to as he takes his shirt and pants off of himself. Sliding his boxers down his toned calfs.

You stay laying there, letting out hysteric laughs and panting as he stretches you out with his fingers. And he keeps his promise, biting and niping all over your thights and stomach. You fall from your hysterical high as he pulls his mouth away until he takes your dick in his mouth and you’re pushed all the way back up the hill, arching your back and crying out for him as you grab the head board.

God you haven’t been so sensitive since you don’t even remember when. He’s sucking you off and his fingers are reaching just the right spots in you. Sliding onto his fingers down to the knuckle of his pointer and middle finger, flexing and massaging just the right spot, just until he takes a deep breathe. Then he takes all of you into his mouth and presses down on your most sensitive spot,” OH GOD, FUCK! Yes~ IZUKU PLEASE, I’M CUMMING!”

You cream into his mouth so hard. He pulls himself up off the mattress and off your dick once he finished sucking it all out of you. He licks the rest off his lips and hums in delight,” You taste better then I’ve ever imagined.” Ah, you blush so red as he said this. You think to yourself, he was just saying it for dramatic effect. For the moment! It couldn’t possibly be true....

God if only you knew how true that is from him.

He pulls some of the excess cum off your dick and you shiver a bit at his fingers grazing your tip. His magic hands. And he brings them to lube his dick back up,” Gonna fill my puppy with their own cum, how about it, slut?”

His eyes are crazy, this is a whole new side of Izuku you’ve never seen from him. And by the gods above are you excited to see it.

He presses your legs down so they’re almost flat by your arms and climbs up halfway atop your thighs. He slides himself into you and,” f-f-UCK!” He’s fucking huge.

Your partners have been quite average in the past. Nothing to scoff at but not as big as Izuku. You feel lightheaded as he pushes himself all the way in. “Look at you, my pathetic little puppy, breaking on my dick. Not even halfway there pup, but I’ll be nice this time.” He stops and you thank god and curse at him as well. You feel like you’re gonna be ripped apart yet you still crave so much more.

He gives you a second to catch your breathe, then he leans over, presses your legs farther, and starts pounding into your pretty little hole. Absolutely destroying your insides. You’re crying and whimpering and all it does is drive him to go faster and harder. To milk all those pretty little sounds out of your pretty little mouth. You’re crying on his dick and it fuels his ego,” You’re crying already? God look at you, so pretty and stupid on my dick. Such a good useless pup. Never had dick this good. Are you seeing god or something pup?”

His smirk is returned with teary eyes looking up at him, drooling at him,” Ye-ugh fUck-yes God, love your dick so much.” Oh fuck. That’s new.

It was so hot, imagining you praying and worshipping “your God’s” dick. Izuku being rode by you as you cry out for your God.

He laughs hard and leans down to get a better grip on the sheets, stopping for a moment, and then pounding you into the mattress. It felt like he was trying to hammer you down into the mattress to press you hard enough you’d become one with it. “That’s right baby! Ahaha! You feel so good I’m your god? My little puppy’s so dumb on their god’s dick right?”

You cry out to him, repeating over and over,” God! My God! Please god!” And you cum hard, over and over on his dick for the rest of the night. Orgasming and being fucked through your over sensitivity again and again and again until dawn. He finally gives in after getting his fill of filling you up.

God, he was definitely the right one to go to.

And all Izuku could think about you as he cleaned up and got ready to go to sleep with you was how fucking thankful he was you broke all his boundries for him. And accepting the fact that yes, he is the biggest simp for you.

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-Laika

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lord-explosion-baku · 4 years ago

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Trident Tale

Merman!Shinsou x reader, Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: adult themes (Minors DNI)

A/N: read the prologue on AO3

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

(Original image by @maewoahoah)

Synopsis: Moving to an island where everyone is big on the surf scene and other oceanic happenings might not have been the brightest idea for someone so afraid of anything that has to do with water, but you make do by spending your days looking after the Bed & Breakfast, trying not to burn the house down when you fry a few eggs, and obsessively scrolling through Eijirou Kirishima’s social media page. He’ll never notice you, and you think you’re fine with that, until a mysterious force washes into Ms. Shuzenji’s pool after a particularly nasty storm.

Hitoshi Shinsou is a pain in the ass from the get-go, but you put up with him, fins and all, when he promises he can help unite you with your soulmate. The catch? The fish is hellbent on taking back what was stolen from him, and he won’t lift a gracious finger until he gets what he came for.

You’re helpless to lend him a hand, so long as you stay dry. Unless, of course, he has other plans.

You know how the saying goes: you rub his fins, he’ll rub yours.

Storms have never really been your cup of tea. Though you keep yourself locked inside a good percent of the time, there’s nothing quite as suffocating as the compress of clouds overhead. It’s not like you always have to see them to be uncomfortable, but you definitely feel them pressing down, closing in, and caging you, even when you’ve got yourself tucked under a blanket on Ms. Shuzenji’s couch.

It’s been a little over a year since you first moved to the island. All you needed was a new beginning, and you got that, but you got that, and the tropical weather that you’re still getting used to. It’s currently typhoon season, and holy seaweed-on-your-doorstep, is it storming.

There’s little you can do to distract yourself while staying and working at Shuzenji’s bed and breakfast. There are currently no guests, aside from you, so all the rooms are made, and the old lady is on another one of her long vacations, so you’re basically being paid to lounge. You’re grateful for that, at least. But the only thing that’s keeping you physically separated from the terrifying weather is a thick glass pane that water sloshes on every time a wave laps over the backyard walls.

The things that separate you mentally are the old-timey recordings of Shuzenji singing alongside an ensemble cast, and the little device in your hand. If you didn’t have your boss’s haunting melodies echoing throughout the house, and some big, beefy, tatted eye-candy to gawk at during the storm, you’d surely go insane.

Eijirou Kirishima, one of the island’s best surfers, is out on his board, live-streaming his current fight against the waves. His whoops and hollers can be heard over the crashing tides, getting even you excited for what’s about to come. That’s the thing about Kirishima; he’s wild, you’re not, and it’s hot as hell. Oftentimes, you catch yourself daydreaming about joining him out in the surf—he guides you through the waves, maybe yoou impress him a bit with your sudden affinity for wave-riding, and the two of you wash up on shore where you’ll both share your first kiss. It would be feasible if you could swim. It would be feasible if you bothered to learn how to swim, but for now, you’re content with your imagination. At least he can make you hate the terrible weather a little less.

The conspiratorial smirk he shows the camera is borderline swoon-worthy when the swell begins to pull him further out. It’s impossible not to bite your lip every time you catch a glimpse of his arms forcing themselves through the sea. He makes this look easy—like the storm is child’s play, and as the winds blow Shuzenji’s trash bin into the sliding glass door, you welcome the delicious distraction.

As Kirishima stands up on his signature trident board and rides one of the biggest waves he’s seen all day, you’re once again struck with how much of a coward you are. He can fight the elements, while you can hardly bring yourself the courage to talk to him. Mind you, he’s constantly surrounded by a close group of friends—a close group of friends you find intimidating—and when he’s not with them, he’s out in the water. Where there’s water involved, you’re spoken for. Unless, of course, you’d like for the first time you guys actually speak, to be when he’s giving you CPR.

Not the most ideal “meet cute”, but if it works, it works.

A loud crash snaps you out of your admittedly salty daydream. Mango, Shuzenji’s orange tabby, yowls at the blanket of water cascading down the windows, and your stomach sinks. There’s only so many minutes you can pretend that the storm Kirishima is facing isn’t the one that’s destroying Shuzenji’s yard.

With a sigh, you roll off the velvet couch, and grimace when crumbs that were nesting in your shirt fall to the carpet: a mess to clean up later. Without any guests to mind, you don’t have to worry too much over keeping the place spick-and-span, so long as things are nice and tighty by the time the old lady gets back, which will be awhile.

You have an easy enough job—at least, when there aren’t bunches of thick seaweeds crashing over the yard’s wall, flooding the pool.

“Shit.”

Water sprays in every direction. The already trash-infested pool overflows as more kelp rolls in with the maniacal waves, and angry, white foam bangs on the back door. It's a disaster outside, and you’re not sure what to do about it.

Fingers wrapped around the back door handle, you struggle to think of a way to prevent a bigger mess, but even if you could manage to clean anything, nothing is stopping the tempest from wreaking anymore havoc. Best case scenario, you stop a plastic soda-chain from washing out to see and becoming a deadly necklace for an unlucky seagull. Worst case scenario, you slip, crack your head open on the pavement, and drown before you can ever utter the words “mahalo” to Kirishima.

Needless to say, you’ll take your life over a gull’s any day.

Another sigh.

A greater wave collides against the wall, bringing more of the Great Unknown into the pool. This is going to be a fun job to clean. Good thing you’ve got Shuzenji’s service boy, Denki Kaminari, on speed dial. You think if you sound particularly distressed in the morning, he’ll show up to help you out with just about anything in the matter of minutes. God bless desperate fuckboys.

So, for now, you cuddle back up on the couch, watch Kirishima shake saltwater out of his thick, red hair, and pretend that his storm is not the same thing as your storm.

It’s early morning when you finally rise out of bed. You hadn’t gotten a whole lot of rest—something to do with the wailing winds shaking your bedroom window nonstop, but after you finally drifted into dreams about snakes and dragons, you woke to clear skies, and light seagull calls.

From the second story, you can see early birds have already gotten the jump on cleaning up the beach. The sun is shining, the ocean blue and vast. The only trace there was ever a storm is already being taken care of. There are lifeguards riding around on ATVs and younger civilians with trash bags and grapplers picking up seaweed and absconded debris. The respect everyone has for the island is something to be admired, and you half-consider going out there yourself, after you’ve dealt with your yard, which is sure to be a wreck.

There’s no interest in picking out a cute outfit for the morning you’re going to have, even if Denki might see you, so you throw on a already-worn-this-week crop top, some pink shirts, and you’re good to go.

The first thing you do after Mango’s fed is check your socials. Kirishima posted a picture of his breakfast: a hefty plate with three eggs, sausage links, bacon, cut avocado, and what seems to be low-carb toast. The post reads, gotta eat ur gainz 2 gain ur gainz, and it’s so ridiculous that you’re infatuated with this reckless himbo. You wonder if you’d ever be able to hold an intellectual conversation with him, if you could ever manage to speak to him in the first place, but conversation wouldn’t matter if his mouth was between your thighs.

Following his example, you crack two eggs over a frying pan, sigh at the mostly empty fridge, then agonize over the state of Shuzenji’s yard. It’s worse than you thought it’d be. The pool is a sickly green color, and from where you’re standing inside, its murky depths seem to be almost opaque from the seaweed and garbage stewing together. Kelp litters the beige pavement, and there’s trash hiding in the shrubs. There’s a chocolate donut floaty bobbing around in there, too, and Shuzenji doesn’t own any floaties.

What a drag.

Before you get too far in your head about everything you’ll need to do to clean up, you quickly dial Denki’s number. He picks up after a ring and a half.

“I know what you’re about to ask,” says the boy on the line, and from his cocky tone, you can assume it’s not going to be about the cleanup. “I am absolutely free tonight. If you wanted to grab drinks at the Salty Barrel, maybe go on a romantic rendezvous out on the beach, watch the sunset on or in a couple blankets, I wouldn’t complain.”

“I’m not calling to ask you on a date, Kaminari,” you say as you step outside. The pavement is cold underneath your bare feet, and you have to tip-toe around to be sure not to let any kelp touch your skin. Yuck.

“But you’re not, not calling about a date, either,” he counters. By the volume of his voice, you can tell that he’s in his van, talking to you over the speaker. Good. So he’s already out and about.

“I need you to tell me how to drain Shuzenji’s pool.” Call you cold, but you’re used to Denki’s flirty nature by now, and you’ve learned that the best way to deal with it, is to not acknowledge it. Of course, you can’t be too callous when it comes to him, especially when you actually need his help. You eye the dangerously complex-looking valves off to the side of the house, and grimace. “There’s too many twisty thingies! I’m not sure what to do!”

“Now, hold your horses, little lady! Don’t go twisting any thingies just yet. Draining a pool is a process.” There’s a long pause, the loud growl of an engine, then silence. He’d pulled over to talk to you. “How’s your TDL? And what kinda PVC pipes you got?”

“The huh and what?” You don’t need to pretend to be in distress—you have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Listen, don’t touch anything. You’re calling because the pool’s a mess right now, right? You don’t need to drain it; at least, not yet. I can swing by in an hour or so to clean it, but I’ve gotta make some stops first. You’re not the only single woman who wants to watch me do my thang, especially not after yesterday.”

“It’s so bad, Kaminari.” The water in the pool sloshes around, like there’s actually something in it causing the water to ungulate and burble. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Don’t worry your pretty, little head over it. You've got me, okay? It’s my job to protect and serve.”

“You’re not a cop.”

“Nope, I’m better than a cop. I’m a pool guy.”

He goes on to ask you to check out what kind of drain the pool has, if you can find the drain, then loses you when he starts talking numbers and gallons. While still on the phone, you send a few texts to Shuzenji, explaining the predicament, then Denki mentions rates. You’re getting the cutie pie discount, doubled because he counts Shuzenji as a “cutie pie” too—something you mention to her because she’ll get a kick out of it—then he drops all business to ask about food.

“I’m cooking my breakfast,” you say with a wary glance back at the house.

“But is your breakfast fries and a shake from Tiki Burger?”

You bite your lip as your stomach growls its empty sorrow. “No.”

“Would you like it to be?” His knowing grin is heard through the line.

“…I’m not gonna go out with you.”

He chuckles and you’re grateful that he can’t see your answering smile. “We’ll see how you feel after you see me work my magic. And hey, if you’d like me to wear a Speedo while I work—“

“You’ll be here in an hour?” You cut him off, because Denki in a Speedo is the last thing you need on your mind. The thought of Kirishima in a Speedo, however, gets you a little hot, which is saying a lot, since you’re a part of the Speedos and Dolphin-shorts Are Abominations To Swimwear belief system.

“Maybe sooner. I think my next client just needs me to check out their chemical levels. Inside pool and all. Everyone else knew to put a tarp out.”

The tarp you had blew away, but you don’t bother explaining that to Denki. Let him believe you’re the dim-witted “little lady” he wants you to be. If it means Shuzenji gets a discount, not that she can’t afford any bill Denki’s company throws at her, then let him believe you can’t open a pickle jar without a man’s help for all you care.

“See you then,” you say, and end the call. There will be time to work on your charm once Denki gets here. Until then, you figure you could do some investigating so you’re not completely helpless.

Leaving your phone on the pavement so you don’t accidentally drop it in the water, you make your way around the pool to where you think you remember the drain being. You can’t say you’ll know what kind of drain it is, but if you remember correctly, it’s circular, and like, kinda meshy? That description simply won’t do.

Dropping down to your knees, you peer down into the pool, squinting, as if that can help you see through all the muck. There’s definitely a lot of kelp and algae, sand drifting through the water, someone’s wayward brazier, and oh. A school of fish—little babies circling about. It’s wild, but you suppose it could be possible if all the chlorine washed out and there was enough salt water to sustain marine life.

The fish move together, bopping into each other, mouths gaping open to eat whatever they find in their temporary home. You don’t know enough about marine life to know what kind of fish they are. Silvery little things. Maybe Denki has something that can help transport them from the pool to the ocean. It’s not far—Shuzenji’s house is on the beach. It would be a shame if all the little fish had to die. You don’t particularly care about touching or feeding fish, but a life is a life, and if they can be saved, you’d at least like to try.

But all your thoughts of saving fish life stop when you catch something moving in the water. It’s not the fish—they’re not that big, but it’s definitely fishlike. Fish plus. It moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid. You catch a glimpse of scales, so it’s definitely not a dolphin—even then, it’s bigger than a dolphin, and more graceful than a shark. You begin thinking of leviathan, and other mythical creatures, as ridiculous as that is, when you see a long flowing fluke.

Okay. This thing is not just big. It’s gargantuan, and to see this much of the creature without seeing its head makes your skin crawl. You imagine falling in and being swallowed whole, suffocating in the dark, drowning in a monster’s belly.

The thought spooks you static, just in time to meet a pair of eyes in the water. This is your overactive imagination—you’re scaring yourself insane, but you don’t look away, and those eyes, almost human and curious, don’t disappear.

You’ve consumed enough media to know how these impossible interactions go. The creature is inquisitive, but keeps its distance. It often has to be coaxed out of hiding, and even then, the thing is skittish and untrusting. You’re certainly not one to go “pspsps, hey little guy, I’m not gonna hurt you,” but even if you were, you don’t get the chance, because this thing you’re looking at isn’t the least bit skittish, and in one second, you’re making eyes at at it, and in the next, the thing is exploding out of the water.

A large, broad chest towers over you. The thing pushes itself up with arms, human arms, but it’s anything but human. Sure, it has hair, although an odd purple color, framing its angular face and jaw, which are both human enough. Also framing its face are a pair of long, pointed fins sticking out from where human ears should be. Water dribbles down its chest, down to its navel—its navel. Your brain screams mammal, but underneath its navel are scales, rippling down to where its legs should be. Not human. Not fish.

Fish plus.

Man.

Fish plus man.

Fish-man.

Its eyes are almost the same color as its hair, only a shade lighter, and much sharper, narrowed in on you. It’s glaring. You realize this at the same time you realize that you're staring at it with your mouth agape. This would be so rude in any other setting. It’s also rude to pop out of a pool that isn’t yours without any other warning, but you’re not about to chastise the thing. You’re far too scared.

Then the thing reaches out to you, sprinkling water on your thighs and your shirt. Its hands look like a man’s hand, but its long fingers are connected by thin, indigo webbing that matches its tail. Its tail. You lose focus trying to find the word for this creature that’s barely on the tip of your tongue, when you realize the palm of its hand, its fishy, webby hand, is hovering over your cheek, the other carefully placed next to your knee to keep it upright.

You open your mouth to speak, but only a hiss comes out. The creature, wary, brings its hand back, but only slightly. Not enough to put you at ease, but enough to allow you to gain your composure, and scream.

“H-help!!!” You screech. “Help! Somebody! Help me!”

It claps its hand over your mouth, knocking you back. Water drips down on your shirt as it leans in, mouth curling up with distaste. Then, it does something impossible.

It speaks.

“So loud,” it growls in a low, masculine timbre.

It speaks, you think, it speaks and it has no manners!

You try to yell back, probably something with little thought, but you have a mouth full of fish-man hand, and the more you warble in its palm, the more apathetic it appears.

“Be quiet and still,” it commands, as if obeying it is supposed to be the most natural thing—something it expects from you. It catches you so off-guard that you actually listen, only trembling a little bit as those indigo eyes scan over your form. It’s uncomfortable having an unknown but cognizant creature observe you so closely. You shiver when its gaze roams over your belly, down your legs. You want to curl your legs up, move away, but you’re afraid if you even twitch more than it’s comfortable with, it’ll grab you and drag you into the pool. Your nightmare.

Instead, it does something slightly less worse. It moves its hand from your mouth to your cheek. The palm of its hand warms your skin in an unnatural way, like you’ve been laying in the sun for half an hour and it’s only your cheek that heats up. The creature's eyes widen as light begins to emanate, either from you, or from it, you’re not sure, but definitely from where it touches you. Tingles run from your neck down to your spine, and you wish you’d put a bra on before going outside, because this thing’s touch is making your body react in a way that it shouldn’t.

“So easy,” it purrs appraisingly, somewhat less insolent, but you’re still taken aback, ears hot with embarrassment.

Un-fucking-likely.

“Easy?!” You squawk out. “What do you mean by easy?”

It doesn’t answer you, and instead, moves its fingers from your cheek, down your jaw, to your chin. It begins leaning closer, heavy lids closing. You notice its lips for the first time: a defined line and a pretty bow. If you were in a less dire situation, you’d be able to admit that they’re very nice lips, but they’re getting closer to you, closer still, and you realize with a jolt what it’s trying to do.

Your foot meets its chest in a heartbeat.

“Nope!” You belt out, extending your leg so there’s more distance between you and the impolite beast. “Not today, fish-breath!”

Unperturbed, it lifts a lazy brow. Then, to your absolute horror, it presses both of its hands into your bare leg, and again you’re lit up, warm, and tingly, only far worse than before. Stomach tightening, you make a choked noise, trying to hold in the sigh that claws at your throat.

“Fish-breath.” It repeats your insult like it’s a balled-up piece of paper to be thrown in the trash. “I’ve been told that my aroma is quite appealing.”

“By whom? Other fish-breaths?!” You wriggle your leg out of his embrace, or whatever you could call that invasion, only to have it slip down so your foot rests in the fish-man’s hands, bright as the stars in the sky. “Eww ew! Don’t touch me! Get away!”

The creature scoffs, but let’s you go, and you both watch as the light disappears from the arch of your foot where he’d been touching. Fish-man slinks back into the murky water, hiding under a blanket of algae.

You have enough time to gather your composure, wipe the water droplets off your face, and rub your eyes. For a moment, you try to convince yourself that this has all been a sleep-deprived hallucination, but you’ve never really been one to delude yourself, unless your Kirishima fantasies were involved, and you know that you’ll have to try another tactic to accept the reality of your situation. Perhaps you can try to be civil with this creature, ask it if it’s…hurt, or if it needs a late night escort to get it back to the sea. But then, the thing resurfaces on the opposite end of the pool. It faces you, and leans back against the wall, arms spread out against the pavement, basking.

“You know,” he says, “your decorum is severely lacking. Don’t humans have classes that teach them proper etiquette—how to be more polite towards their guests and such?”

What’s lacking is your patience for marine life.

Standing up, you take in the thing, which you’re now pretty sure is in fact a man of sorts, in its entirety. His tail is long, longer than human legs, extending past the halfway mark of the pool, if your measurement counts his fluke. There’s a golden cuff on his right arm that spirals around, accentuating his large biceps. You stubbornly admit that it’s attractive—he’s attractive, at least, he would be for people who were into fish and not surfers. You brush whatever you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach off by telling yourself that you’re simply awestruck, and move on.

“Where I’m from-“ you begin, straightening your sodden crop top- “we offer our guests various beverages and snacks, depending on the time of day.”

Annoyingly, he looks interested.

“Since it’s the morning, I’d offer a guest tea, or coffee, and if I’m looking to impress, I’d maybe cook them a hot meal.”

The creature offers you a sardonic smile. “I happen to be famished.”

“However, with home-invaders, we’re more likely to pull a gun on them before heating up the earl grey.”

He loses the smile, and you’re glad that he might have an inkling of what a gun is. You’ve never owned one, and they don’t allow firearms on the island, but the threat stands. But if he was intimidated, even for a moment, he doesn’t show it anymore, and proves just that by turning his back on you, and resting his head in his arms. He has a dorsal fin with what looks to be a deep, x-shaped scar near his tailbone. You try not to wonder what that could’ve been from.

“Then how do you propose I go from a home-invader, to a house guest?” Asks the creature with little interest.

Cautiously walking around the pool with your arms crossed, you begin to list things off for the far-too-comfortable fish-man.

“You can start by telling me who you are, what you are, why you’re here, what you want, and why you think you can lay your webbed hands on me.”

“Oh, is that all?” He hums noncommittally. Content. Aggravating. “Why don’t you start then? Who are you, and why are you here?”

The back of your neck grows hot and uncomfortable. “How entitled do you have to be to—!” You start, but you’re swiftly cut off by the shrieking of the fire alarm. Smoke plumes from outside the house’s windows, and you curse under your breath before darting towards the door. You’d completely forgotten about your eggs.

In your haste to move the pan off the stove, you burn your fingers and drop the pan to the kitchen floor, two blackened egg crisps flaking off and diving in different directions. Mango yowls at the commotion and investigates one of the fallen egg crisps. Before you can tell him to buzz off, he loses interest in your mess, not bothering to give it a taste. You don’t blame him, but the eggs didn’t appear to be cat-bad. Ah, you can’t kid yourself. They are cat-bad. They’re completely inedible. Now you’re going to have to head to the market, while worrying about a man trapped in Shuzenji’s pool.

Your stomach roars at you.

After cleaning the mess as best as you could while desperately and ruefully wanting to return to your guest—no, not guest—invader, you get the alarm, half-heartedly fan the smoke out of the house, and return. Angry. This guy better start talking soon, or things are going to get ugly.

To your utter displeasure, he looks all the more amused at your newer, messier state.

“Was that supposed to be the hot meal,” he asks, cocky. “Because if so, I’ll pass.”

Instead of biting his head off like you’d like to, you present him with the still-dirty frying pan, pointing it at his head like you intend to use it.

“Start talking, fish-for-brains.”

The beast snickers, raising his hands in the air in mock-surrender. “Easy there, tiger shark. You know how to use that thing?”

You refuse to humor him. Instead, you keep your scowl tight, your arms steady. If he’s not threatened, he’ll lose interest in this game, then he’ll have to talk.

Lo and behold, you’re right. The fish-man rolls his eyes, and looks at you, again, with apathy.

“My name is Hitoshi Shinsou,” he says, lackadaisical, like he’s already bored of himself. “I’m one of Ryūjin. What humans have learned to call merpeople are actually descendants of the sea gods who lived centuries ago. I’m here, simply because the storm washed me here. What I want is to retrieve what’s mine. I thought I could lay my webbed hands on you—well-“ the corner of his mouth tilts up-“darlin’, it was because your body reacted to me.”

Mouth forming the beginning of a question that never comes, you stare in disbelief at this myth. Then the last thing he said dawns at you.

“I did not react to you!” You rebuke, steady hands now shaking.

“Oh no?” He says, but it’s not a question. It’s a challenge.

Hitoshi grabs the flat end of the frying pan and yanks it, and you, closer to him, closer to the water. You cringe and whine when a wet, webby hand closes around your wrist. Inadvertently, you drop the pan, but he pays it no mind as it sinks past his tail. Your skin begins to glow underneath his palms, and the tingles come back, shooting up your arm, causing tiny goosebumps to appear.

“Would you look at that,” Hitoshi croons, slow and almost sensuously. His indigo eyes narrow on your index finger where you’d burned yourself. To add to this nightmare, he closes his lips around it, and begins to suck. Your stomach flips, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re disgusted, or scared, or…enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth, his tongue, touching your skin.

“Stop.” It’s a whisper. It means nothing. You think you want it to mean something, but your thoughts are buzzing into a blur. Knees growing weak, you descend, leaning closer to him, not caring about the water or the seaweed or the fish, and instead, entirely focused on his mouth. It’s glowing, his mouth. Faintly. Like a single candle lit in an otherwise empty room.

When he eases off of you, he runs his thumb over your now-healed finger, and let’s your arm fall limply at your side.

“All better,” he whispers back at you.

There are prickles all over your skin once you regain an ounce of dignity.

“What the hell was that?” You ask, breathless for no other reason than shock.

“The glowing?” He asks. “The healing?”

“Both.”

“Your reaction to me.” He’s cocky again. This is something sick. Mythical creature or not, this has got to be a game he plays, washing into people’s pools, causing problems, sucking on lonely girls’ fingers. He probably gets his kicks this way, and uses whatever other kind of magic he has to erase whoever he’s tormenting’s memories, if he doesn’t end up eating them when he’s done. Bogus.

You won’t let him get to you.

“Alright, Hitoshi Shinsou, how would you like me to get you back into the ocean? You healed my finger-“ although it’s essentially his fault you were burned to begin with, if you take into account the sequence of events-“so helping you out is the least that I can do.”

“I could use your help,” he muses lightly, turning his body back around to his chest and abdomen are turned towards the sun. You tell yourself not to stare like you know he probably wants you to. Though his eyes are closed, he peeps at you, sneaking a glance. “I don’t want to go back into the ocean, though. Not until I get what’s mine.”

With the might of a girl who just wants to go back inside and scroll through her phone, you swallow your bite, and ask, “what would that be?”

“Oh, this and that-“ he waves his hand around dismissively-“other things.”

With the might of a girl who just wants to go back inside and find another frying pan, you say, “alright, listen. Someone is on their way to the house to clean the pool. I don’t know what one of Ryūjin means, but I’m guessing people like you don’t always want to be discovered by people like us. So you either tell me what it is you need, or see how my pool guy reacts to a mermaid lounging around in my backyard! I wouldn’t put it against him to call the local news station. Get this place flooding with cameras. Does that sound like a pretty picture to you?”

Absolutely none of your threats penetrate Hitoshi’s cool nature. In fact, he laughs.

“When he gets here,” the merman drawls, knowing he’s got you hanging on every word, “invite him to swim.”

#bnha mermay #mermaid au #siren!shinsou #mermaid!hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bnha reader insert #reader insert #trident tale

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harfanfare · 4 years ago

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How to win a heart of Jamil Viper?

1. Don’t be a typical hero(ine).

Contrary to the popular romance trope, tripping over the air to land on a certain cool-looking boy, and dropping all carried things, wouldn’t make Jamil fall for you. Instead, just falling because of you and sharply crashing with a floor would make him rather cautious around you and keeping a distance whether he has anything in his hands.

Believe him or not, he doesn’t need another ditsy and erratic person around him—like a certain leader from a certain dorm, who happens to create a mess anytime, anywhere.

So, let someone else be the protagonist of the story.

In that situation, you may be a side character that gets its way through obstacles and classic borders of story scheme and is much more interesting than the main persona.

That’s how you get his attention.

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2. Be a help.

Oh, a person that would help him with his chores means to him much more than gold. Sometimes.

“Can I help you anyhow?” you asked when Jamil was going to the kitchen after a daily training with the rest of the dorm. He lifted his eyebrow, waiting for further explanation. “I mean with cleaning or something.”

Jamil glanced at you, not sure about your intentions.

Who would like to do something to help without having something in return? With only your will? No, it doesn’t work well in the same sentence.

But some help would be great. So, he just needs to keep sure that he won’t fall into any trap for letting you help, yes?

“Sure,” he said casually, not letting his face nor voice reveal any of his thoughts he run into. “[Name], right? Could you bring and clean the dishes from longue?”

And you helped. You really helped him a lot, staying over two hours till everything was shimmering with cleanliness and your abrupt desire to clean something and be more useful, burned out.

“Thank you for your help,” Jamil said, after correcting the last cushion in the Scarabia’s longue. You flashed him a smile. “But why, if I can ask, did you offer it in the first place?”

He got a quick response in form of a shrug.

“I... don’t really know,” you admitted, glancing at him. “...But you don’t complain, no?”

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3. Be his dish taster.

“The way to a one's heart is through his stomach.”

“Try it,” Jamil handed you a spoon filled with some kind of stew. You consentaneously your opened mouth and drank all content of the spoon. Your mouth filled with many flavours and you couldn’t be sure if you ever ate that good combination in your life. “How was that?”

“Excellent as always.”

You said it all sincerely and maybe would have asked for seconds, if not the fact that Jamil already turned his back to you and got back to pots. He took another spoon and tried the dish himself, clicked his tongue and added more salt.

Once again, he turned to you and handed you a spoon.

“And how was that now?”

“Excellent as always,” you chuckled as he frowned at you.

“Don’t you think that you should add more words to your dictionary? You say the same thing on every dish,” once he said that you finished drying the last plate and preparing silverware for today’s fiesta.

“Don’t you think that I won’t be able to eat anything at the party when I will eat enough of your cooking now to write a poem about each of your culinary masterpieces?” Jamil chuckled slightly at your words.

“So, you don’t want any more?” he teased, but inside he was really flushed. Praises or cajolery, it all makes his heart skip a beat.

Finally, there was someone who appreciated all work he’s done.

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4. Distract Kalim from him.

“You really shouldn’t go there,” you said, your voice as serious as you could keep it. “I mean, what if there is a monster who wants to kidnap you?”

Kalim cocked his head a little, considering your words. After a while, he nodded, fully convinced by your argument.

“You’re right,” he said. “I will warn others about this..!”

Kalim turned on his heel and spotted some people returning from morning classes. He ran to them, greeting them and walking with them as he tried to introduce the situation.

Still not believing Kalim fall for your words, you were standing alone in the centre of the corridor, a bit dumbstruck to discover the excuse Jamil came up with work.

“...Are you sure, you don’t want to tell him that some student’s from other dorm are here?” you asked as if saying to yourself your thoughts aloud.

But there was someone, someone who was hiding behind a big potted palm. He only gave you thumbs up as a preventative measure if there was still a chance that Kalim didn’t just dash through the halls to talk with some dorm students.

Jamil only looked at you and mouthed “No. Party. Today.” and quietly shifted to the corner, where the wall hid him and he could finally get up.

Mission accomplished.

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5. Get rid of bugs for him.

“[Name],” Jamil called out to you, bursting through the door to your room. He looked very pale and panic was staying still in his eyes. “Would you be so kind to... deal with an intruder?”

You frowned a little before biting back a sigh. At first, you were concerned. Even Kalim getting in a serious mess didn’t make him react that seriously. But then you remembered that there was one thing that could make Jamil call you out of nowhere, acting like in an emergency. Emergency only in eyes of few.

Bugs.

Jamil never admitted to you that he is scared of them, but every time you brought up the topis, he snapped his fingers at it, saying that insects just aren’t his favourite kind of animal.

“Hmm~ Maybe after I finish this chapter,” you said, conspicuously turning a page of the book you were reading and with all your will trying not to smile nor to look at the wincing expression Jamil was wearing.

“[Name],” he said, his voice shaking with anger or frustration. “Go there right now or I will make sure you won’t get today’s dinner.”

...No dinner?

“Yes, mum,” you said putting the textbook aside and getting up from the comfortable couch.

Of all people, Jamil is probably the only one—well, maybe also Trey—that could make those words sound dangerous. Like, no dinner made by the best chef in Scarabia? It would be pure agony.

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6. Have competitions.

“Aren’t you a little too good in this game?” you asked, regretfully placing pieces of the game back to the initial places.

He gave you a smile that slowly turned into a smirk, as you groaned at the next round you have lost. You flopped on the big pillow, all your will to play destroyed, as you sank between really cosy material.

“I told you I won’t give you a head start,” Jamil said, his steady voice mixed with amusement. “You even told me that you don’t want me to go easy on you before the game started.”

“Too bad,” you clicked your tongue at his response. “I was sure that after watching you play with Kalim, I remembered your tactics.”

You’ve watched at least eight rounds of Jamil and Kalim playing this game, and when it was coming to end, you were almost sure you understood and remembered the technique he was using in certain situations.

But, to your disappointment, it looked like he – even without using any of his tricky cards in his sleeve – was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, because, after three moves, you knew that probably all three were wrong when the opponent was Jamil.

“You gained nothing by it. Of course, I lost to him or... there would be a trouble,” he exclaimed. “You are different.”

“Oh, thank you. I can lose but he can’t, huh?” you frowned at him as he almost choked on the surprise he felt by hearing your response.

“...Yeah, that’s it. Just it.”

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7. Have study sessions together.

“One class had a test before us,” you said scrolling through your class chat group. “They said that there wasn’t any question about these dates.”

Jamil scribbled down years of the most important magic wars, from time to time looking at you who were listing some test exercises and feeling somehow unmotivated to even properly open a history book.

Your notebook was lying in front of you, today’s lesson topic on the top of the page and many detailed doodles on its margin.

Once again... what was the unit you are having an exam about?

“It doesn’t mean, we won’t get a question about that,” Jamil tried to convince you, sliding textbook your way. “Now, read that aloud, while I prepare notes.”

You blinked twice as if woken up from daydreaming. Were you daydreaming?

“Are you sure..? I mean, all I will do is reading. Wouldn’t you rather want us to read it silently and then share our notes after this?”

“Don’t think about it much. I really like your voice,” he said it so thoughtlessly you weren’t sure if said it as an unarguable fact or just his smooth talker abilities were showing off, “and gave me your notes for the last exam so we’re even. And you won’t do any good notes when you’re sulking over this exam like that.”

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8. Remind him to take breaks.

“You won’t get out of here,” you exclaimed spreading your arms as shielding a door from him. “Not a chance.”

Jamil stood a feet next to you, grimace stretching on his lips as he knew what’s coming up.

“I have to go, [Name].”

He tried to get through you, lightly removing you of his way. He wasn’t a fan of using force on anyone, and he was a hater of using force on you.

Much more than a speakable argument, you were pushing each other closer or further from the door, having a staring contest and reciting all the things he had done in the past two days; except for his daily duties and with the upcoming birthday party of few students of Scarabia who happen to have a celebration in the same day, the number of tasks he was given was overwhelming.

“Stop it!” you protested, trying to push him back. “I am seriously worried about you! Please... take a break.”

Every time he was coming closer to the exit, you stepped back, blocking his way, bumping into him and having to try again.

“You know I have a lot of work to do,” he said, finally stepping back and giving you a break from trying to separate him from the door. “I can’t just give up all my duties, even if I would love a break.”

“I can do it for you,” you quickly offered. “But please, now, go to sleep and don’t you dare touch anything related to school or cleaning.”

...What a weird request.

When was the last time anyone told him to take a break?

He doesn’t remember.

But now, he can say it was recently, all thanks to you.

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9. Promise.

It was really hard for him once all his hard work to keep a high position within the dorm students suddenly dropped after his overblot accident.

“[Name]...”

However, the thing he regretted the most was hurting you. Taking the whole dorm under his unique magic spell, the hypnosis also affected you, making you another servant of his. Even you weren’t the one he ordered a lot, you felt betrayed that even the friendship you two developed didn’t stop him from overblotting.

And if he knew that you would avoid him like fire after the accident, he would probably hesitate a lot.

His throat tightened as he saw you one day in the corridor, looking somehow lonely and tired. He dashed to you, beseeching you to talk to him.

“Sorry for asking, but, Jamil, you don’t hate me, right?” you asked with a pain in your voice. You couldn’t even look at his face, feeling the incomprehensible weight in your gaze. “I mean... Do you only act in front of me friendly? ...Like... with Kalim..?”

“No, no, no,” he protested quickly, making it almost sound like a plea. He gently grabbed your hands, praying that you won’t harshly jerk them back because of him. “I don’t hate you. I really like you. I mean every word I said to you.”

The feeling of release struck you like thunder, you took a big breath, your eyes watering. You slowly reached for his touch, finally ending in a hug.

Jamil ran his fingers through your hair, smelling a familiar, reassuring scent of yours. After a while, he whispered a question.

“So... could you please not avoid me anymore? I know it will be hard to bring up the same relationship we had, but... could you give me a second chance?”

“Okay. But under one condition,” you said, slightly backing off from him. Before he could wonder about the term you would require from him, you finished your thought. “You must be honest with me. I... don’t know what will I do if it all turned to be a play...”

“I will,” he replied, putting his whole heart in these two words. “I will always be honest with you. And won’t ever use my unique magic on you.”

You looked up at him, a small smile starting to rise and heart-throbbing more wilder with his words. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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10. Make him confess.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

Jamil appeared in front of you, almost like popping out of nowhere, as you were done with today’s lessons and slowly heading to your dorm. He caught up with you, changing his pace to match yours.

“I have no plans. I will be probably sleeping or something,” you answered honestly, shrugging and reminding yourself that you should finally hang out with some people from your class to make sure your social life isn’t all over dead.

You were walking in quietly before Jamil broke silence and spoke up again.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” he asked his voice only giving a hint of nervousness—it was nothing compared to the stress he felt inside. It was just a “yes or no” question, he knew that he will meet in future many amazing people like you and shouldn’t be stressed, but having someone so dear to him being asked for a meeting where he will try to finally out find his feeling... it is stressful.

“Hehe~ what, are you asking me on the date?” you teased, but much more than mocking, you were hoping for an answer. For the honest answer, he promised you.

“...And what if I am?” he asked, his voice a bit hushed, but steady.

You felt how heat was coming all the way up to your cheeks, although you tried your best not to let anything more, as if a blush wasn’t obvious enough, know how excited and spellbound you are.

“Then, your wish is my command.”

#.......i don't know how to feel about this #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #twst jamil #twst jamil x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland jamil x reader #twisted wonderland

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sebstanaddict · 3 years ago

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Always You

Chapter 16 - Hard Place

Note: I'd like to apologize in advance for what I'm about to do. Please bear with me and be patient and trust me. I have reasons for doing this 😉

Summary : A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan and Female!Reader. Inspired by Sebastian Stan's recent love life.

In this chapter we'll find out what happens after pictures of Sebastian and reader were spread on the internet

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 16 / 22

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, anxiety, heartbreak

Word count : 6.8k

But I, I'd rather fight

Than lose sleep at night

At least you're all mine

And if I have to choose

My heart or you

I'm gonna lose, yeah

What if nothing ever will change?

Oh, I'm caught between your love and a hard place

Oh, I wish there was a right way

I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh

Hard Place - H.E.R

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The Time Hotel, New York - December 2021

Sebastian opened his eyes and found himself staring at the sleeping face of the love of his life. He was laying sideways on the bed, facing y/n. She was also lying sideways, facing him. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened a little, her hair was strewn on the pillow every which way. She looked beautiful despite her hair being messy. Sebastian turned to the night stand and picked his cellphone up. He turned the camera on and took a picture of y/n. It was something he liked to do ever since he started seeing her, collecting pictures of her sleeping face. He could never get enough of them. Whenever he felt anxious he often take a look at her pictures on his cellphone and immediately felt calmer. Now that they were together, he couldn't imagine having another way to ease his anxiety. She was his medicine, his therapy, his everything. He couldn't imagine being without her.

They had decided to spend the entire weekend at The Time Hotel's penthouse. Not daring yet to go back to their apartments in case Seth was waiting for them there. They took turns going outside to shop for clothes as they didn't bring any with them. They didn't dare go out together, afraid that someone would catch them being together. The longer they stayed together at the penthouse, the more Sebastian felt like he couldn't leave her. He didn't know if he could handle not being with her again for so long. So he started to formulate a plan, something that can make him stay with her without the public and Ana knowing. At least until the end of the year, before he had to leave for LA.

He finished taking pictures of y/n and just as he was putting the cellphone back on the night stand, it buzzed. He picked it up again and saw the name of his manager, Emma on the screen, calling him. He wondered why she was calling. He got up from the bed and went out of the bedroom, not wanting to wake y/n up. He went down to the living room on the first floor, sat on the sofa and answered Emma's call.

"Hello." He greeted.

"Hello Seb, where are you?" Emma asked him.

"At home.." he said, lying. Somehow he didn't want Emma to know where he actually was.

"Have you seen what I sent you?" She asked.

"No, I just woke up. What did you send me?" He asked.

Emma sighed then said "Just open it Seb. I'll wait."

"Okay." He said.

He pressed his cellphone to look at a message Emma had sent her. It contained a link to a website. He clicked the link and his phone loaded a website on his browser. The website was Just Jared, one of the main gossip and celebrity websites in the world. There on top of the page of the website was the headline:

"Sebastian Stan Seen Getting Cozy With A Mysterious Girl In New York As His Girlfriend Ana Ortega Attended Red Sea Film Festival."

His eyes went wide as he read the headline. He scrolled down on the page and there, right after the headline, was a picture of him and y/n, standing on the side walk, talking. The picture was clearly taken when they just escaped from Seth and were on their way to The Time Hotel. He scrolled further and saw several more pictures. He was glad he didn't do anything with her, like holding her hand or kissing her, so he was sure the pictures could be explained easily as an innocent meeting with his long time friend. But he then remembered that Ana might have seen it as well.

"Emma, has Ana seen this? Have you heard from her?" He asked, putting his phone back to his ear.

"I should be asking you. I'm sure she'll contact you once she has." She replied.

"Yeah well, she hasn't contacted me yet. So hopefully she hasn't seen it." He said.

"What were you doing with y/n, Seb? You know you're not supposed to see her." Emma asked.

"I'm sorry, Emma. We accidentally met at Barnes and Noble and I..I just had to see her again." He said, sighing.

"Yeah well, you have to be more careful next time. You know this doesn't just involve you but Lily as well. Her team has already contacted us. They're fuming." She said.

"I'm sorry.. I really am. Is it possible to ask them to take down the article?" He asked.

"Yes, Josh is in talks with the guys from Just Jared. He'll try to have them take it down but there is no guarantee. Besides, the pictures first came out on Instagram and they have already spread. Josh had some of his interns contact the accounts' owners to take them down. But we're not sure we can get all of them down without triggering suspicion from your fans and the public." She responded.

"Well at least they could change the headline. Have it say that she's my long time friend. Everyone knows who she is anyway." He said.

"Yeah, your fans aren't the ones we're worried about. The chatter from them have been positive so far. It's Ana we're worried about. And we want to talk to you about it." She said.

"Right. By we you meant you, Josh and Mick?" He asked, referring to his publicist Josh and agent Mick.

"Yeah. We should meet as soon as possible before things get worse. When can we meet?" She asked.

"I'm free today. But, umm.. I have to tell you something. I'm sorry I lied about being at home. I'm actually at The Time Hotel." He said sheepishly.

"What?! What are you doing there, Seb?" Emma asked, surprised.

"I've been staying here with y/n since Saturday." He said.

"What?!" Emma asked, gobsmacked.

"It's a long story, Emma. I'll tell you when we meet." He said, sighing.

"Alright, fine. You better have a valid reason for staying there with her. Otherwise Josh is going to kill you." She said.

"I know..believe me, I have a valid reason." He said.

"Okay. When can we see you?" Emma asked.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"It's 7, Seb." She replied.

"Alright, how about you guys come here at 9?" He asked.

"Okay. What room are you staying at?" She asked.

"I'm staying at the penthouse." He replied.

"The penthouse? Are you kidding me, Seb?!" She reprimanded him.

"I..uh..yeah..I wanted to spoil y/n. I feel guilty that I left her." He said, rubbing his face with his hand as he tried to ease the anxiety he had started to feel.

"But you're going to leave her again anyway." Emma said.

"No, that's the thing. I don't want to leave her again. At least while Ana is away and before I leave for LA." He said.

"Hmm.. okay.. you have a lot of explaining to do." She said, sounding annoyed.

"Yeah I do. I'll explain it all when I see you." He said.

"Okay. I'll see you later then Seb." She said.

"Yeah, see you later Emma." He said then he hung up.

He put his phone down, leaned back on the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose. The reality of the situation started to weigh on him and gave him a headache. He should have been more careful. Perhaps they shouldn't have left when he saw Seth going to the restroom. They should've stayed, went along with the original plan. It was a much safer option to do. But he missed y/n so much and he was.. well.. thinking more with his manhood than his brain. Something he wished he hadn't done. But he was just human, and not being with her for so long blinded him. He just wanted her and he took that opportunity when it presented itself. He felt so happy and blissful spending all weekend with her. Since when does being happy become a sin. He wondered.

"Seb? Iubirea mea.. where are you?!" He suddenly heard y/n calling him.

"I'm in the living room, sweetheart." He answered.

Moments later y/n came down the stairs and joined him in the living room. She sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck.

"Good morning Iubirea mea." She said, leaning down to give him a kiss.

"Good morning sweetie pie." He said as he put his arms around her waist and looked up at her in adoration.

"What are you doing here? It felt weird waking up and not seeing you next to me." She pouted.

"I'm sorry, honey. Emma called. I didn't want to wake you up." He said as he put a stray of hair behind her ear.

"Oh..is there a problem?" She asked.

Sebastian sighed. "Yes, there is actually."

He picked his phone up and showed her the pictures on the Just Jared website.

"Oh no!" She gasped after looking at the pictures.

"Has Ana seen them? Has she contacted you?" she asked.

"She hasn't contacted me yet so I don't know. Josh are in talks with the guys at Just Jared to have the article taken down. He also had his interns contact the Instagram accounts that have posted the pictures and asked them to take the pictures down. So hopefully she won't see them." he replied.

"Wait, the pictures are on Instagram?" She asked.

"Yeah, they were posted there first. Then Just Jared took them and made a whole article about them." he snickered.

"Seb, if they were posted first on Instagram then I think she'll see them eventually." she responded.

"I know." he sighed.

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.

"Well, I'm gonna have a meeting with Emma, Josh and Mick today. I'm sure we can come up with something in case Ana actually releases the video." he said.

"Okay. I hope everything works well in the end." she said as she stroked his cheek gently with her thumb.

"I hope so too, honey. I mean, if the video is out that means my contract with Ana is cancelled, and we're free to be together." he said, smiling at her and he picked her hand that was stroking his cheek and started kissing it, making her blush.

"But Seb, wouldn't that also mean the agency will fire you? And they won't pay you? And you even have to pay a fine?" she asked as she looked at him in confusion.

"Yeah, but I'm sure my team can negotiate something with the agency." he said. He started to feel excited about the possibility of his contract with Ana ending, even if it ended badly and his reputation went down the drain. He was just so tired of the whole thing that he didn't care how it ended as long as he was free from Ana.

"I hope so. Well whatever happens, I love you Iubirea mea.. and I'm here for you." she said as she gave him a hug.

"Thank you, honey. That means a lot. I love you so much." he said as he hugged her back. He was anxious but her hug and her loving words eased it for him. He really was thankful for her. No one else in the world could make him feel calm and peaceful but her.

"What time is your meeting?" she asked as she released herself from his hug.

"The meeting will be at 9. Are you going to work?" he asked.

"Yeah, I have to leave soon. But I don't want to." she sighed.

"You know, I was thinking that we could just stay here until New Years." he said.

"What?" she asked.

"Yeah, I mean.. it's a perfect hide out. Seth doesn't know we're here therefore Ana won't know. And as long as we stay here and not go out together, I think we're pretty safe." he suggested.

"We can buy some more clothes, so we don't have to go back to our apartment at all, risking meeting Seth there." he continued. "So, what do you think?" he asked, looking up at her expectantly.

"Hmm.. I like it." she said, smiling at him.

"Yeah? Great!" he said, smiling back at her and scrunching his nose.

"Well, I have to get ready for work now. Do you want to join me in the shower Iubirea mea?" she teased.

His eyes widened as he heard her offer and he blushed. "Of course, if you want me to, sweetheart."

"I do want to. But you're gonna have to catch me first." she giggled. She got off from his lap, stood up and started running to the bathroom.

"You naughty girl.. I'm gonna catch you and you will regret ever teasing me.." he said, laughing as he ran after her toward the bathroom.

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Sebastian watched as y/n put on her working clothes, something he bought for her from a nearby clothing store Forever 21. He didn't plan on buying clothes for her, they had planned on taking turns doing the shopping. But when he saw the outfit displayed on a mannequin he immediately thought of y/n and bought the whole outfit for her. He had bought her an ivory turtle neck sweater with matching ivory pants and camel knee length coat. He even bought her a matching camel hand bag and boots. Y/n was ecstatic when she saw what he had bought her. She loved everything it seemed, much to his delight.

Sebastian stood up from his perch on the stool and walked toward her. She was just finished putting on the turtle neck sweater and the pants, and was looking at herself on the full body mirror in the dressing room when he approached and hugged her from behind.

"You look amazing, sweetheart." he whispered to her ear, making her blush.

"I knew you'd look good in this." he continued.

"Well, I have a great stylist." she said, winking at him as they gazed at each other in the mirror, making him laugh.

"I wish I could walk you to your office." he said, sighing.

"Someday you'll be able to, Iubirea mea.." she said, turning around to face him and gave him a hug.

"I hope so." he sighed, hugging her back.

"What is it, Iubirea mea?" she asked, looking up at him while her arms still wrapped around his waist.

"I wish you don't have to go work. Two days with you isn't enough." he pouted, looking at her with the saddest puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, Iubirea mea.. I'll be back this afternoon, don't be sad." she said, putting her hand on the side of his face and stroking it gently.

"Yeah, I don't know why but I'm scared I won't be able to see you again." he said as he held her hand.

"Don't worry Iubirea mea, you'll see me again, you won't be able to get rid of me so easily." she smiled at him and stood on her tip toe then kissed him gently. He pulled her deeper into the kiss and as always, they kissed each other as if there was no tomorrow.

It took awhile for them to finally be able to peel themselves away from each other. By the time y/n finished getting ready, she was already late. She was supposed to come in to work at 9 am but it was almost 9 when she put on her boots.

She was just about to go out when someone knocked on the door.

"I think that's your team." she said to Sebastian.

"Yeah, let me open it." he said and he walked to the front door.

He opened the door and sure enough, Emma was there, flanked with Josh and Mick. Edward was also there, helping to drive Emma there it seemed.

"Hey guys, come on in." Sebastian greeted them and opened the door wide.

They took turns shaking Sebastian's hand and gave him a hug. Y/n smiled shyly and nodded her head at them.

"Y/n.. how are you darling?" Emma approached her and gave her a hug.

"I'm great Emma.. how are you?" She asked.

"I'm good..I'm good. Just having a little headache having to deal with this whole thing." She said, waving her hand between y/n and Sebastian, referring to the situation between them.

"I'm sorry.." y/n said.

"Yeah well.. when you're in love you just forget everything huh?" She winked, making y/n blushed in embarassment.

"So, this is the girl that makes Sebastian go head over heels." Josh said, approaching y/n and studied her from top to toe, making y/n felt really uncomfortable. She and Josh had never met. She had only heard of him from Sebastian. He had been a publicist for many A list Hollywood stars, and he had been successful most of the time representing his clients. His experience and success made him a little arrogant. Sebastian often complained about him to y/n. He could be ruthless at times. Willing to do anything to accomplish his goals even if it hurt others.

"I'm Josh." He said, extending his hand to her.

"Nice to meet you Josh. I'm y/n." She responded. She took his hand and shook it.

"And I'm Mick." Mick said, suddenly appearing next to Josh and shook y/n's hand.

She chuckled. "I know you Mick. We've met before."

He just winked at her. Y/n met Mick a couple of years ago at the premiere for Avengers Infinity War. Mick had been Sebastian's agent for 10 years. He was a warm and funny guy. But he could be serious when needed. He helped Sebastian get his roles over the years and negotiated the payments and the terms and conditions for a project. When Sebastian changed agency, he was still hired because he was like a friend to Sebastian. He was one of the few people he trusted to take care of his professional life. So he worked with Sebastian but also had to report to the new agency, where he also started to take up other A list clients.

"Y/n, how are you?" Edward approached y/n and gave her a hug.

"I'm great Edward. How are you? How's Nina?" she asked, referring to his wife.

"We're great too, thanks." he responded, smiling at her.

"Why don't you guys wait in the patio. I'll be right there." Sebastian said to his team as he stood next to y/n.

"Sure thing, buddy." Mick said, walking toward the patio and giving Sebastian a clap in the back as he passed him.

Once everyone were outside on the patio, Sebastian took y/n's hand and said.

"Are you gonna be okay going to your office alone? Edward can accompany you if you want."

"Seb, there's no need for Edward to accompany me. I've been going to the office by myself for years. Why are you so worried?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

Sebastian sighed. "I don't know.. I guess I feel a little traumatic saying good bye to you. And.. I have a bad feeling about something.."

"Hmm.. Just take it slow, Iubirea mea.. focus on what's in front of you. Everything is gonna be okay." she said, smiling at him and putting her right hand on the side of his face.

"Yeah, I'll try. I love you so much, sweetheart." He said. He held the side of her face with his hand and kissed her deeply. For a moment the world seemed to stop and they felt there were only them. After several moments, they broke the kiss and gazed at each other lovingly.

"I love you so much, Iubirea mea.." y/n said, looking up at him with so much love in her eyes.

"I love you more, sweetheart.." he responded as he rested his forehead on hers and making her smile.

"I'm sorry but I have to go. I'm already late. My boss is gonna kill me." she continued, looking up at him with sadness in her eyes.

"Yeah, okay." He sighed in defeat. As much as he hated it, he had to let her go.

"I'll see you later, okay? And I hope your meeting goes well." she said, smiling at him.

"Thank you, honey. I hope you'll have a great day at work." he smiled back.

"I doubt it but thank you, Iubirea mea." she said, making him laugh.

Y/n gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She then grabbed her handbag and opened the front door. She turned around to face him before going out the door and blew him a kiss which made him smile.

"I'll see you later Iubirea mea.. " she winked at him.

"Later, my love." Sebastian said, blowing her a kiss in return.

She then turned around and left, closing the door behind her, leaving Sebastian to stare at the front door with a pang in his chest. He took a deep breath then shook his head, trying to shift his mind to focus on the meeting he was about to have with his team.

Sebastian walked outside to the patio. He found Edward on his left, sitting on a chair separate from the others, his hand holding his cellphone. Emma, Josh and Mick were sitting together on his right surrounding a glass rectangular table. They were discussing something but they stopped when they noticed him approaching them. Sebastian took the remaining empty chair and sat on it. He looked around at the eyes of his team and asked.

"So, what do you guys want to talk to me about?"

"Well, first of all, Sebastian, what are you doing here staying with y/n?" Josh asked, his eyes looked at him in dislike.

Sebastian sighed. He took a deep breath and proceeded to tell his team the whole story. He told them how Ana installed a spying app on his phone, and how she had hired Seth to watch his every move. When he was finished, he was met with shocked faces in front of him.

"Oh my God. I can't believe Ana would go to such lengths to prevent you from seeing y/n. She's sick." Emma commented.

"She's clearly violating my privacy. I mean.. can't that be used against her in some way? Can't it be used to help enforce her to cancel the contract? She also set me up you know. Gave me illegal substance and recorded me kissing Lily. Those are criminal acts aren't they? Can't we sue her or something?" Sebastian asked.

Josh sighed. "Sebastian, there's no way we can use legal action against her. Her father is one of the investors in the agency. Suing her would definitely spell trouble between him and the agency. That's not an option we can take. Unless you want the agency to release you as their client."

Sebastian sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. He forgot one key information that made Ana so powerful against him. His father's position as an investor in the agency.

"So then, what options do we have?" he asked.

"Well, so far we haven't seen any move from her. It's entirely possible she hasn't seen the pictures yet." Mick said.

"Or.. she's concocting an even worse scenario." Josh said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't put it past her to try something else to make sure she gets what she wants." Emma said.

"Somehow the second one sounds more like her. I really dread what she's gonna do next." Sebastian said.

"In any case, we have succeeded in getting Just Jared to change the title of the article. We decided not to take the article down because your fans and the public already know about it." Josh said.

"Yeah, and your fans have been positive about it. Most think it was just an innocent meeting between you and y/n and made no big deal about it. Some, the ones who hate Ana, even started shipping you and y/n. They think you make a better couple than you and Ana." Emma said.

The last part of what Emma said surprised Sebastian. He didn't think his fans would react like that. Well, when the time comes for him to announce to the world that he was dating y/n, he knew his fans would support him. That knowledge calmed him down somewhat.

"Well, have you guys thought of what we should do in the event that Ana released the video of me and Lily?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah. Rehearsal. We're just gonna say you and Lily were rehearsing. Simple as that." Josh said.

"Hmm.. do you guys think people would buy it? What did Lily's team say?" Sebastian asked.

"They begged us to do something to prevent Ana from releasing it. Her team had had enough trouble fixing her image after the whole affair between her and that married guy. They'd rather not deal with that again." Mick said.

"And Sebastian, I would rather not deal with that either. My reputation is also on the line. I don't want to tarnish the reputation that I have built for the past 20 years. You also have to remember that this whole thing doesn't just affect you. It affects Lily and her team, me, Mick, Emma, the agency, everyone basically. We're really close to starting the campaign for The 355, Pam and Tommy and Fresh. We've worked so hard to start putting you out there. More than you used to. So, I would really appreciate it if you think about that before doing anything rash again." Josh continued saying as he folded his arms in front of him and stared at Sebastian like a father who was disappointed at his son.

Sebastian hated listening to what Josh had to say. Yes, he admitted that he had been rash in deciding to bring y/n to The Time Hotel and escaped Seth. But, he didn't have to do that if Ana didn't keep monitoring him 24/7. He couldn't help but feel that Josh had mistakenly directed his anger at him instead of Ana.

"Seb, on that note. We.. " Emma said slowly, looking at Josh and Mick for encouragement. They nodded at her and she continued. "We have a proposition for you."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What proposition?"

"Well, please don't hate us on this. We are thinking of you first and foremost before we decided to ask you this. We think that.. we think that it would be better that you and y/n stop seeing each other, at least until the contract with Ana is over." Emma said heavily.

"What?! Are you guys kidding me?" he asked, his voice raised.

"Seb, we need you to focus for the next couple of months on press for your projects. On top of that, we have secured invites for you to attend Spirit Awards, BAFTA, the Vanity Fair Oscar Party and even The Met Gala! We've secured work for you for Valentino. And there are other jobs for you we are currently negotiating. We've planned 2022 to be your year. And we just think that perhaps.. having a relationship with y/n is not the correct thing to do right now. Especially with Ana in the mix. We don't want you to lose your focus." Emma said.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise. He was speechless. He didn't know what to say to that. He leaned back on the chair and stared at the eyes of his team one by one, studying them. He was sure the idea came from Josh. Emma and Mick wouldn't have dared to ask him to do something like that. Josh really was ruthless, he thought.

"Sebastian, you signed up to the agency with a clear goal in mind, didn't you? You wanted success. With success, there's always a sacrifice you have to make. Remember, it's not everyday the agency hires talents. You're in the rare group of talented people the agency trusts to hire and manage. Don't give that up over a girl. Girls come and go, Sebastian." Josh said, looking at him intently.

There was no way he was going to stop seeing y/n. Even if it was just for a couple of months. He thought. She was the most important part of his life. He couldn't leave her again. Not after all that they had been through.

"She's not just a girl, Josh. I have been waiting 20 f*****g years to be with her. I'm not giving her up. She's my top priority. She takes precedence over everything else." he said finally.

"Even over your own career?" Josh asked coldly.

Sebastian was silent for a moment then finally he said "Yes."

He stared at Josh defiantly, willing Josh to challenge him again.

"Seb, you've also been waiting for almost 20 years for your career to take off." Emma said slowly.

"Please, just think about it. It's just for a couple of months. Once the contract with Ana is over you can be with her again." Emma continued to persuade him.

"No Emma, you don't understand. Ana is planning to tie me up to her somehow even beyond the contract. Have I told you guys that she mentioned wanting to marry me? Using that video of me and Lily to blackmail me to marry her?" Sebastian said in frustration.

"What?!" Emma gasped in surprise.

"That girl is definitely problematic." Mick said, shaking his head.

"Yeah. So there's no way I'm giving y/n up. And.. I would really appreciate it if you guys can come up with something so that we can cancel the contract or shorten it somehow. I don't think I can deal with having to be with her again once she gets back from Spain." Sebastian said, folding his hands on his chest.

His team looked at each other, not sure how to answer to his request.

"Sebastian, we've looked through the contract and tried to find ways for you to get out of it. But, considering her father is an investor in the agency, if we propose to cancel the contract or change it in anyway, it will not bode well with him. And it will definitely not bode well with the agency's board of directors.. hence it will not be good for all of us. Your future in the agency could become compromised. I mean.. we've dealt with PR relationships for years and most of them went well with both parties adhering to the contracts. If this one fails, they would definitely make you to be the black sheep. Especially since you're new in the agency." Josh explained.

Sebastian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Never in almost 20 years of him in show business that he felt so frustrated and angry at how things were going on in the industry. He had heard and even witnessed the ruthlessness of Hollywood, but never to this extent. He was beginning to understand why some very famous people in the industry ended up killing themselves or at the very least became addicts of some of sort. It was a tough industry to be in. He thought he could escape it all, still find success and yet come out unscathed. But apparently, Hollywood's ruthless claws leaves no one behind.

"Seb, we'll try to negotiate with Ana's team. Have her be away from you for the remaining duration of the contract. We'll say you need to focus on your job. But.. you know how Ana is, so they might not agree with it. But for you.. we'll try." Emma said, reaching out to hold Sebastian's hand, trying to comfort him.

"Thank you Emma, I really appreciate it." he squeezed Emma's hand in gratitude. Glad he still had her to have his back.

"By the way, Sebastian, are you planning on taking y/n to LA?" Josh asked.

"Well, no.. she has a job here." Sebastian said.

"So you're just going to have a long distance relationship with her? How are you going to do that? You mentioned Ana had installed a spying app on your phone." Josh asked.

"I'm just gonna buy a new phone. Specifically to contact her." he said.

Josh sighed. "Well, as long as you promise to be careful and make sure Ana doesn't find out."

"I will. It's Seth that I'm still kind of worried about." he said.

"Seth?" Mick asked.

"Yeah, the guy Ana hired to follow me around. I don't know whether he still monitors my apartment or not. So I can't go back there for awhile." he said.

"Well, we can help check for you." Emma said.

"Yeah Seb, I can drive by your apartment and see whether he's still there or not." Edward offered. Apparently he had been listening to their conversation.

"Thanks Edward." Sebastian said, nodding at Edward.

"In the event that Ana comes up with something else, what do we do?" Sebastian asked.

Mick, Josh and Emma just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Finally Emma said. "We'll just see what happens. Take things one by one. Okay? We've succeeded in getting Just Jared to change the title of the article. The video of you and Lily has not been released so far. So now all we can do is wait. Wait for her to make her first move, then we'll make our move."

Sebastian nodded. "Okay, that sounds reasonable."

"Alright, now that it's settled. I have to go. I have another meeting in an hour." Josh said, standing up.

"Okay, thanks for coming Josh." Sebastian said, standing up as well.

"Remember Sebastian, be careful with your next move. Don't ever go out in public with y/n again. Play it safe." Josh said.

"Yeah, I will. Thanks Josh." Sebastian responded.

"Let me know if Ana contacts you." Emma said as she gave Sebastian a hug.

"I will, Emma. You'll be the first to know." Sebastian said, hugging her back.

"See you later, Seb. Try not to worry too much, okay? Everything's gonna be okay." Mick said, patting Sebastian's shoulder.

"Thank you Mick." he smiled and clapped Mick on his back.

Once everyone left, Sebastian flopped on the sofa in the living room. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. Not wanting to think about Ana and what her next move is yet. He pulled out his phone and decided to look at y/n's pictures. He was still feeling a little anxious. He hoped seeing her pictures would help in reducing his anxiety. He was scrolling on his phone's gallery, looking at pictures of y/n sleeping, eating, laughing, dancing, singing.. basically doing everything with him. They made him smile and warmed his heart. He was looking at a picture of her sleeping from that morning when his phone buzzed. Ana was on the line, calling him. His heart pounded hard, he finally picked up the call.

"Hello." he greeted her.

"Hello, Seb." Ana greeted him back.

"Ana.. what can I do for you?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"I just want to say.. I have seen the pictures of you and y/n." she said. Sebastian's heart seemed to stop as he listened to what Ana had said.

"And..?" he asked slowly.

"And.. I have decided not to release the video.. yet.." she continued.

"Okay.. why?" he asked in confusion.

"I'm willing to bargain with you." she said.

Sebastian sighed and said "Alright, what do you want?"

"I'm sending you some videos and pictures. Look at them then I'll tell you what I want." she said.

"Okay." he responded.

Ana then hung up leaving him feeling confused and anxious. Moments later he received several messages from Ana. They were pictures and videos of the person he loved most in the world. Ana had sent him several pictures and three videos of his mother. He played the first video and it showed his mother getting out of her house and into her car and drove away. The second video showed his mother going into the school where she worked at. The third video showed his mother, getting out of the car and went inside her house. There were also some pictures of his mother at the grocery store, on the porch of her neighbour and at a department store. Apparently Ana had hired someone to spy on his mother. His heart pounded very fast as he quickly pressed Ana's contact number and called her. A million things ran through his mind, each one worse than before, making him panic and started to have trouble breathing. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself as he waited for Ana to pick up his call.

"So.. have you seen them, Seb?" Ana asked, finally picking up her phone.

"Yes.. what do you want with her?" he asked slowly, anxiously awaiting what Ana had to say.

"She's merely a pawn, Seb. You know it's you that I want. But since you are so determined in not obeying me, I've had to make a very very hard decision." she said.

"It would be very easy for me to send her.. oh I don't know.. a cake perhaps filled with poison. Or.. I can just have her get an accident, maybe get her car hit by a drunk driver perhaps.. you get the drift.." she threatened.

"Don't you dare hurt her, Ana. I swear to God.." he hissed.

"Oh, I won't. As long as you obey me." she said coldly.

"What.. do you.. want?" he gritted his teeth as he tried to contain his anger at her.

"Break up with y/n. Stop seeing her. Say you don't love her again. And when I come back from Spain, be with me. Really be with me. Let me stay in your room. Be a real couple, Seb." she said.

The world seemed to collapse in on him as he listened to Ana's request. She made him choose between two of the people he loved most in the world? It was a no brainer who he would choose. But it still hurt him so much to realize that he was going to hurt y/n again. And this time it seemed it was going to be irreparable. He tried to think of ways to get out of Ana's request. But he couldn't think of anything to do at that moment. He just wanted to protect his mother. He couldn't let anything bad happen to her.

"Okay.. " he finally responded.

"Good.. I knew you'll come around eventually." Ana said, sounding delighted at his response.

"How do you know I'm really going to break up with y/n?" he asked.

"Well for starters, I know where you are Seb. Wait.. let me send you something." she said.

Moments later he received another video from Ana. He opened it and saw a video of himself, sitting on the sofa, his phone on his ear, taken just moments before. Apparently Ana had someone spying on him. He quickly stood up and closed the curtains and cursed under his breath.

"Language.. " Ana said. He had forgotten Ana was still on the line.

"So, do we have a deal?" Ana asked.

"Fine.." he gritted his teeth.

"Good. Now I'm giving you one hour to write a heartfelt good bye letter to y/n, pack up your things and go back to your apartment." she commanded.

"Oh, take a picture of the letter before you leave and send it to me.. I don't want you to leave her messages I don't intend for you to give to her." she continued.

"And Seb.. don't even think of contacting the police or the authorities on this. If you do, you can kiss your mommy good bye." she threatened.

He was silent for a moment, trying to compose himself, then he asked. "Is that all?"

"Yes. Now write that letter and send it to me." Ana said then she hung up, leaving Sebastian alone, frozen on the spot, reeling from what just happened.

His phone buzzed suddenly and he saw Ana had sent him a text message.

"You have one hour Seb." was the message she had sent him.

Sebastian let out a string of curses as he read the message. He almost hurled his phone to the ground but he caught himself on time. He took several deep breaths and went to the sitting room on the third floor. He found a set of papers and stationary on a work desk located at the sitting room. He sat down on the work desk, took a piece of paper and started writing one of the hardest letters he had ever had to write in his life.

Chapter 17 >

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lena-luthor · 3 years ago

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“Have you seen it yet?”

Lena had blindly reached for her phone when it had blared loudly, waking her from a hard earned sleep. The clock on the bedside table blinked out an offensive 3:02 AM, but when she’d cracked her eyes open and seen Andrea Rojas’ grinning face staring back at her, she’d tapped the Answer Video Call button.

“Seen what?” Lena presses her face against the pillow, squinting against the harsh brightness of the screens of Andrea’s CatCo office.

“The new media ratings! CatCo has made tremendous progress in the past week.” Andrea has a proud grin on her face, resting a rosy cheek on her open palm.

Lena swipes the video call to the corner of the screen, tapping the browser open to the media rankings page she’s had bookmarked since Andrea made it her newest mission to pilot CatCo to the top.

In the two short weeks Lena’s been gone, Andrea has been busy, dragging CatCo Worldwide Media to the number one spot.

“I’m about to order three edible arrangements to be delivered to Perry White, first thing in the morning.” Lena scrolls down just a bit further, spotting the Daily Planet at number three.

“That’s incredible, and I really am so proud of you, but Andy, it’s 3 AM.” She stifles a yawn in her fist.

Andrea looks bashful at that. “I’m sorry, baby. I just got so excited, and you were the first person I wanted to share it with.” A pause. “Well, the only person, really.”

Lena draws the phone just a little bit closer to her face, relishing the butterflies in her stomach feeling she gets every time Andrea shows a bit of her sweet side. “I’m very happy you called me, you sap.”

Andrea rolls her eyes then, familiar but fond. “How’s everything going with your search? Any progress?”

“Nothing yet. No one’s been willing to tell me anything. Either I’m the most repulsive person this side of the border, or there’s something going on here.” Lena sighs, frustration apparent in her voice. “This is all starting to feel like a dead end.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Lena watches the scar between Andrea’s eyebrows deepen as her brow furrows. “You’ll get through to someone soon, no one can stay away from Lena Luthor for long.”

Lena shakes off her dark mood, no point in worrying about it now, not when nothing can be done. “Speaking of…” She tugs at the sheets wrapped around her, revealing pale skin lit only by the dim light of her phone screen. Delights in watching as the blue in Andrea’s eyes are enveloped by the dark of her pupils. “Do you have it with you?”

Andrea stands, disappearing and reappearing on the screen in a flash, a glint of gold in her clenched fist.

“See you soon, baby.”

It never fails to thrill her. The way the shadows pull taut around her, enveloping her with warmth, before Andrea is hovering above her, smirk on her lips as the lace of her top scratches at Lena’s bare skin.

“Good aim.” Lena wraps an arm around Andrea’s neck, tugging her in to whisper the words against plump lips.

“I could find you anywhere. I feel you with me, even when you’re a world away.” The words are murmured in a trail down her throat, her chest.

“You feel me?” Lena’s heart pounds as she reaches to draw Andrea’s face back towards hers.

“Since the moment Leviathan woke my powers. Right here.” Andrea taps right over her sternum. “Always.”

Lena traces her eyes over delicate features, seeing nothing but sincerity on Andrea’s face. “Does it scare you?”

“Not at all.” Andrea’s voice is soft, trembling, betraying her. “It’s you.”

#rojascorp #my writing #im so obsessed with them its terrible

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quixotic-writer · 3 years ago

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Temptation

Summary: Sal had always been the good little catholic boy. But, someone had been making it difficult to keep on that straight and narrow path of purity.

Warning: Smut ahead!

And, if you are religious and would be offended by individuals participating in intercourse within the walls of a sanctuary: respectfully keep scrolling

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He sat at the pew in the very front of the church. He stared at the crucifix that held the son of God, the savior he looked to in order to cleanse his mind of the copious sinful thoughts that have followed him as of late. Hands clasped together, rosary wrapped between his fingers, and he closed his eyes.

Our Father who art in heaven…

He began in his head.

Where did this all begin?

It all began with her. She had sweet doughy eyes, hair that perfectly framed her round face and sat above her shoulders, and curves… those curves.

hollowed be thy name…

He tried to get his thoughts back on track as he went back to be cleansed of his sins, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

She had a shy and sweet exterior, but when he looked into those eyes of hers, he could see a daring passion that reeled him in. He was assigned to be the teacher in the word of the Lord. As she flipped through the thin pages of the bible, she had a smooth hum that would echo in the quiet of the chapel and send a shiver down his spine. As she wrote in her notebook, she would bite her lip and Sal would easily become a puddle of impure thoughts as he begged for forgiveness for allowing such naughty ideas to pass through his head.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done…

He clasped his hands together harder, forcing a montage out of his head before it could further fester as the beads of the rosary began to dig into the skin of his palm. But the more he tried to force her out of his head, the more viciously she would reappear with all the images becoming more vivid.

He could almost feel her lips on his. Plump lips against his own. The feel of the wool of her sweater against his palm as he felt what he couldn’t quite see. He could imagine the smallest whines coming out of her, his nose taking in her intoxicated floral perfume as his lips sucked at the supple skin of her neck. He would leave marks on her virgin skin as clothes were shed away.

on earth… as it is… in heaven…

He heard the doors to the chapel open softly. His eyes opened as his heartbeat could be heard within his ears. When he looked to see who entered, he saw that it was her. She quietly approached him and sat next to him in the pew. Sweat condensed in his palms as he dared not make any eye contact or look over the flesh he so desired.

“What brings you to the house?” He asks quietly. Sal gives in and looks at her from the corner of his eye. Her fingers are in her lap, digging out dirt underneath her nails as her lips rub together. She was nervous, anyone could tell that much.

“I needed to see you. I knew you’d be here.” Little did she know exactly how bad he had wanted to see her as well. It was unexpected for her to be here, and hearing that she needed to see him made his head flood.

“Is that so? What for?” Where there once was a sizable gap between them, distance was shortened and minimized as she slid closer to him. Sal was scared she could hear how fast his heart was racing, and the fact that he was having unholy desires moments prior to her arrival made him almost feel ashamed and foolish.

“I’ve come to you seeking help. You’re the only person that can help me with this… issue.” The pause made him swallow thickly. ‘Should I begin to pray again?’ He wondered as she moved in dangerously close.

“And what is it that I can help with? I’m more than happy to help with anything.” Their eyes met moments after he said ‘anything.’ A twinkle behind them with a pleading look glazing over.

“Sal… I’ve been having… unholy desires.”

“Is that so? Of what?”

“There’s this… boy. He’s the sweetest.” She places her hand on top of his. His eyes never tore away from her, not even for a second as a heat rose in his cheeks. She stares to the ground and off in the distance as she speaks. “He’s always been so helpful. But, he has awoken some sinful desires.

His eyes, like emeralds, charm me like a snake in the grass. His lips are a wine of temptation that I dare to taste.” She stares at his lips and goes back up to his eyes, leaning in even more where he could almost feel her breath on his skin.

“His hands are strong, firm, yet graceful. I’ve wondered what they would feel like on my skin. Grabbing me, pulling me in closer to his body.” A squeeze at his hand and a heavy sigh from his lungs, he knew he was in deep. “I’ve gone so far as to wonder what it would feel like to have his skin against mine, just as Adam and Eve had back in the Garden of Eden. His heart beating with mine as our bodies intertwine and bring a sense of pleasure that I've never experienced before.” He was shaking, but he wasn’t nervous. He was shaking as everything dared spill out, holding back from committing a sin within the walls of the sanctuary of God. The apple was in front of him, practically in his hand and raised to his mouth — and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in.

“M-my, that seems l-like a lot.” He wanted to further things, but he wasn’t sure how. This wasn’t anything ever taught to him by anyone in the church. Such subjects are taboo and seen as disgraceful as well as distasteful. Her hand was hot and heavy on his thigh, making him squirm in the oak pew to find a more suitable seating position. When he looked at her, she was doing it again: biting her lip. Her lip falls out from between her teeth, leaving them parted as she sighs and looks into his eyes with burning desire. He quickly gathers himself together and takes an unsteady breath.

“And, it seems that we have been faced with the same hurdle in our path.” All his life, he had always been told to be bold. Perhaps this wasn’t the context they meant, but he was putting those words to good use in fueling the inferno within his soul. He fiddles with the rosary in his left hand but then allows the string of holy beads to fall through his fingers and onto the pew so that he can place his hand atop hers. “I also have been flooded with lustful images. Playing scenarios in my head that would make anyone quiver.” He leans in closer to her. Their eye contact was intense, between them they could see the fingertips of their souls begging to make contact.

“I know you can help me purge these sins, can’t you Sal?” Her voice was domineering and something fell apart within him.

“Only if you help me with mine.” He was done feigning innocence and faking as though he wanted to remain pure. He knew what he wanted and he was done pretending like he didn’t. The small space between them was closed as lips intertwined. She tasted like the sin of lust: intoxicating, hypnotic, floral. The sensation was new to him, but it was everything he dreamed it’d be.

She took lead as her tongue graced his lips, the lips which he quickly parted to allow her entrance. He was so overwhelmed that he felt frozen. He had gotten what he so painfully desired that he no longer knew what to do. She could sense his tension as she traced her fingertips down his forearm, stopping at his wrist, and bringing them to grasp her hips. He brought her onto his lap as he was lost in the oral sensation of warm tongues melding together.

He wondered what God would be thinking. Performing such acts within the chapel? Would He be disappointed? Surprised? It made him almost falter and hesitate.

“Sal?” She pulled away, foreheads pressed together as they gasped for breath. He looks in her eyes and sees she’s worried. “You don’t have to do this,” was all she said as she had her palms on his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the stubble on his face. How could she tell? He almost wondered if she was God. She starts creeping back, believing this embrace to reach its end, but Sal quickly and gently pulls her back in.

“No, please. I want you. I want this… I need you.” A smirk quickly tugs the corners of her lips again as she moves her hair from her face.

“You sound so cute when you beg.” Her lips graze his jawline. Careful, soft, fiery, entrancing, “I want to hear you beg more.” He groaned at the thought as her body embraced him closer. He could feel the heat of her chest against his own as his pants began to grow even more restrictive. She nipped a sensitive part of his neck and he couldn’t help but let out a whine and buck his hips towards hers, desiring the delicacies of the flesh. “Look at how hard you are,” she said as she cupped her hand over his growing bulge. Their eyes both went down to his crotch and she watched him twitch through the fabric of his pants at just the slightest sensation.

“This is what you’ve been doing to me,” He spoke in a hushed tone. He wasn’t ashamed at all, but he felt like putty in her hands. He was willing to bend to her will as he had bent the rules in his head, throwing all sense of humanity out the door.

“All hard because of me?” She sinks in front of him down to her knees, eyes watching as his chest would rise and fall as she unbuckled the belt that locked away the thing she desired most. “Tell me, Sal, what were those lustful images you have been envisioning?” She pulled down the waistband of his boxers just enough so that his cock stood at attention before her. It was already red at the tip, precum beginning to rise and spill out of his slit. The cold air against his cock made him twitch in response, knowing that because the layer was gone, he would soon be met with overwhelming pleasure.

He sat there breathless, hands at his sides that held him up as he braced for what was yet to come. She lay soft kisses at the skin of his lower abdomen, hot air ghosting his cock and making him squirm.

“P-Please,” he begs.

“Start talking then.” She traces her finger along his slit, bringing her finger around the head of his cock, teasing him until he was a whining mess.

“I have imagined what you’d look like naked,” he strains out as she takes his cock into her hand, giving it a few shallow pumps.

“Keep talking Sal.” The way his name would so smoothly flow from her tongue made his head swim.

“I’d always stare at your chest when you would l-lean forward to read something…” His eyes snapped shut and he groaned the minute her tongue slicked along the underside of his cock. His legs spread open a little further and his hands were no longer suitable leverage as his back leaned against the stiff pew. Instead, his hands now gripped the edge of the pew, knuckles turning white slowly from the grasp he had, and blood vessels becoming more visually prominent on the backs of his hands and along his forearm. She saw this and thought it was delicious how much he had begun to fall apart in front of her, and she was only getting started. “I imagined what your skin would feel like against mine… What your boobs looked like and felt like… and… and what it would feel like to be with you… intimately.” He couldn’t say anything explicit, he felt as though it would have been disrespectful to say what he truly wanted: what it would have been like to fuck you.

“You’ve taken a liking to my tits, huh?” With grace, her hand would stroke around his cock at a slow pace. Up and down his shaft, she would be hypnotized almost as she watched as his body twitched when her grip changed or when she hit certain spots along his cock. She loved watching the head of his cock poke through her fist, or the way precum would seep out as she brought her hand back up. Her eyes met his and his face was noticeably red. His lips were parted as heavy breath left his lungs, practically salivating at the beauty that was pleasuring him.

The knitted sweater she wore was quickly thrown off to reveal the sports bra she wore beneath. They squeezed her breasts together, making her cleavage more pronounced and the size of her chest appear larger. Around her neck was a thin golden chain. The charm attached to it: a golden cross, now being squeezed between the mounds of flesh that were attached to her chest. Seeing the sparkle in those green eyes she loved told her all she needed.

“Look at how much your pretty cock is leaking,” she said as she gently stroked the slit of his cock with the tip of her pointer finger, a string of precum connecting her finger for just a moment as she pulled it away. His cock twitched and his thighs constricted as his lip caught between his teeth. “So sensitive.” She spoke soft and sultry, she had him on his knees metaphorically speaking and wrapped delicately around her finger. His head was swimming in lust and desire, it was a sensation unlike any other he had ever felt. Sin was so compelling, so ravishing, so intoxicating.

She raised her chest and lined his aching cock below her breasts. He had no idea what she was about to do, but the following sensation was one he would never forget. His cock was surrounded by the warm soft flesh of her tits and he watched as the tip of his cock poke above and grazed the cool metal of the necklace she wore. His hips jolted slightly and a loud moan echoed through the chapel and his hand grasped at the first part of her he could: her shoulders.

“That feel as good as you dreamed, baby?” The pet name made him melt more. The sensation made him wonder if this is what it felt like to fuck someone, he fell completely submissive to her every move.

“Please, keep going… I need more… Please.” He begged and pleaded as he felt a warm sensation start building up in his naval. She chuckled and used her hands to move her breasts up and down his cock, squeezing them together to add more pleasurable pressure with a sinister smile. He watched as the tip of his cock poked out over and over and over again, heat building more and more, panting and gasping. He released sounds he never thought he could: moans and whines that kept rising in pitch with each sensation that fired at his nerves and made his posture slouch further and further if it meant being closer to her and feeling more of what she had to offer.

Under his breath, she could have sworn she heard him saying a Hail Mary prayer, enunciating whatever word he was on whenever she went lower onto his cock. The fact that he was praying to God as she was giving him unholy pleasure was something that made her thighs squeeze closer together as she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her as her pussy throbbed.

“Oh god… oh god…” He panted, the sensation of his ever building climax foreign to him, he felt a need for release and he felt his core start to tighten.

“Are you getting close?” She kept going, but she slowed her pace, raising her boobs slowly, then releasing them and allowing them to engulf his cock and drop on his lap. He nods his head, aching to feel more, aching for release. “Beg for it baby, beg for me to let you cum.” He whines, how could he deny her what she wanted to hear?

“P-Please, I'm… I'm so close… Oh god i’m so painfully close I can feel it… Please I need it… I need… I need to cum!” He was whining, begging, voice getting louder with each word he rambled. Just having her tits around him could make him release, but he needed the sensation of her movement. He was trembling with desire and an ache to finally release all that he had trapped within him. “You’re so beautiful and you make me feel so good please let me cum oh my god please!” She began speeding up her movements, reveling in all that she was hearing. “Oh god… Oh god, oh god, oh god… fuck i’m cumming!” With one more stroke, spurts of cum came flowing out of his cock as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Each spurt felt like a release of pent up ecstasy, he could already feel himself grow addicted to the sinful sensation. She knew how good she was making him feel by the profanities that came spilling out of his mouth.

“Good boy, look at you.” She milked him for all that he was worth, slow strokes, each one allowing a little more cum to seep out of the tip of his cock onto the bare skin of her chest. “Fuck, you’re still cumming.” She was painted in his seed as he sat there catching his breath.

His mouth was dry, as were his lips. He could feel sweat collecting under the cotton of his shirt, beads of precipitation scattered across the sternum of his chest, a glow present across his brow, and upper lip covered with the same glow. His heart was still beating with desire as Sal watched her clean up her chest. When she was done, she leaned into his lips, sharing an embrace once again.

“What can I do for you?” He asks, eyes first on her lips, then up to her eyes. “I want to make you feel as good as I did.”

“You’re too cute Sal.” She lay back on the pew, allowing her legs to spread. When Sal caught a glimpse under her skirt, he could have nearly choked on the oxygen he was breathing. She was wearing no underwear, her pussy glimmering in whatever light reached it showing how wet she was. “I always loved your hands. The way your veins looked when you grasped your rosary during prayers or how your fingers looked expertly flipping through your bible.” She bit her lip and moaned at the memories, “why don’t you put those fingers to good use?” She sat up, taking his cheeks in hand and attaching their lips together as she began leaning back, guiding his body onto hers. He hovered above her, kissing like he wanted to take her last breath. With a free hand she raised the hem of her skirt, her pussy meeting the cold air of the chapel mixed with the humid heat of their love. She took Sal’s hand and placed it where she wanted. His cold fingers grazed her clit making her hips jerk slightly and whine into his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” He said breathlessly. He rubbed his fingers up and down her folds, spreading the moisture, teasing her.

“Put them in baby. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.” He circled a finger around her entrance, teasing her a little more before easily sliding a finger in. His movements were slow and steady, calculated as he watched her face and how it contorted to each of his movements.

He had never imagined doing anything like this before, he couldn’t believe that he was doing it now. As he sunk another finger into her, he realized something new about himself: nothing made his blood pump faster than seeing the woman he had lusted for visually and vocally display pleasure because of what he was doing.

“Does this feel good?” He wasn’t sure entirely what he was doing and wanted to make sure he was making her feel just as good – if not better than she had made him feel.

“Yes, yes. Keep going,” She sighed and quivered at the sensation of his fingers inside of her. She kept on guiding him through, telling him to angle his fingers and to go faster or slower. He was quick to listen and oblige as he watched her juices coat his fingers and slick down into his palm as he worked his fingers.

Eventually, he started getting braver until he curved his fingers and her back arched way beyond the pew.

“Fuck! Right there Sal!” Satisfied and proud of the noises she was emitting, he attached his lips to her neck, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses as he traveled down to her collar bone, and to the center of her chest where the chain of her cross rested. With a free hand and an insatiable sense of lust, he took her sports bra and pulled it down, allowing her tits to spill out. He practically salivated at the sight, seeing the things that brought him to ecstasy moments ago without any layers hiding them. He attached his mouth to her. He suckled at the soft skin and then attached himself to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. “Your mouth feels so good, you’re doing so good!” She was panting, working her hips against his fingers, the sensation of his mouth making her pulsate more and drive her closer to her own inevitable climax.

The praise only made him work harder, fingers within her building in speed, mouth reattached to her other breast. The scent of her sweat intoxicated him, salty sweet sweat lightly covering his taste buds as he divulged in the sins of the flesh.

That’s when he got an idea.

Once again his mouth was on a trail; Down her stomach, leaving a trace of his mark on the flesh that could be hidden beneath clothing, right at her pelvis where stubbled skin tickled his lips, and then for a moment, he allowed his breath to ghost where he knew she wanted him most. His eyes met hers: they were hooded with lust and her cheeks were now as red as his were, if not redder. Her lips were parted and taking in the humid air of her pleasure deep within her lungs. As his fingers slowed, he could have sworn he could have felt her pulse.

“Sal… Sal, I'm so close.” He smiled and laid his broad tongue against her as his fingers began pumping in and out of her, curling and hitting a spot that made her begin to see stars. There was no keeping her quiet, her moans were echoing off the quiet walls of the chapel, the pew was shaking, the slick sounds of Sal’s fingers and tongue slurping and working against her pussy were just as loud. It was a cacophony of erotic sounds that would make even the devil blush. “Your mouth feels so perfect, you’re doing so fucking good!” She was whining as her breathing became more and more shallow. Her hands were on the top of his head as her hips lifted off the pew and she forced herself along his mouth, aching to be closer and feel more. “Sal, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna–” Her words were trapped in her throat as her climax began to consume her entire being. Once the crescendo was reached, the throaty moan that was stuck within her throat was finally released. She bucked her hips as Sal rode her through her high, savoring each and every drop of her sexual nectar that she had to offer.

She laid back onto the pew, her body felt like jello as Sal removed his fingers and sat back up, licking the last of her off of his fingers with a prideful smile on his face. He crawled over her and locked their lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, it made her feel another stirring inside of her, but she knew she was simply too spent to even think of going for another round.

“You did so good Sal, thank you,” She said quietly in a hushed tone that made her voice sound raspy.

“I’m gonna need to bathe in holy water after that.” They both quietly chuckled.

He could get used to this, and he knew there was so much more that she had to offer. It felt good to be bad.

#This is as self indulgent as self indulgent gets #I have literally been putting off all other writing just to finish this #im sorry ill be getting back to requests now #sal vulcano x reader #sal x reader #suki writes #smut

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 4)

i hope yall enjoyed the last part, we took a sudden and quite dirty turn ther,e but we are heading down romantic street and its all sweet and cute with a little hotness. let me know what you thought about the part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

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Harry Styles managed to leave quite the impression in you following his late night visit after the Emmys. He surely surprised you with not only the unbelievable orgasm he gave you with his talented fingers, but also with how big of a gentleman he really was, so keen on taking you out on a date first before he would kiss you. The timeline got a little messed up and he did apologize before he left at two in the morning for getting too carried away, but you assured him he didn’t do anything you didn’t want him to. To be honest, you wouldn’t have had a word against him kissing you right away, but you liked the respect he had for you, not something you’ve had plenty of lately. The men you dealt with in the past year were eager to get into your pants without the respect part, only hungry to earn fame through you, trying to blind you with sex so you wouldn’t realize their ugly motives.

This was not a threat when it came to Harry, he was just as famous as you, maybe even more. He had his own career, his own money, his own life apart from yours and he clearly wasn’t trying to use you and it was quite a refreshing change for you.

He stayed and the two of you talked so much, just sharing crazy stories from your life before and after fame, enjoying that you had someone who shared more or less the same background as you. Apart from Florence, you pretty much kept your old friends when your career took off, afraid to make new ones, always feeling a little paranoid that new people would have unholy motives when they try to befriend you.

Though you truly love your friends, they don’t really see behind the life you are living, while Harry completely does. His company is the best you’ve had in a long time, he is able to make you completely forget about everything outside the room you two are in.

You tried your best to hide your disappointment when he left that night. After offering him to stay in one of your guest bedrooms, he politely turned it down, and even though you could tell he wanted to stay, the urge to be a gentleman was greater in him, something you admire him for.

He left with the promise to see you soon on a real date and he got you as excited as a little school girl on the day of a fieldtrip.

However, given the lifestyles you two were living, finding a suitable evening for the both of you turns out to be a bigger struggle than you expected. Harry reaches out right the next day after his little visit. A good morning text waits for you by the time you open your eyes in the noon and by the evening he asks you out, however you have to realize the date has to wait a little.

You have two trip outside the city upcoming in the next two weeks and he is also planning to fly back to London for a while, the trips totally crashing in the timeline, not even having just the smallest window that would fit the both of you.

Accepting the fact that it would have to wait a little longer, you keep in close touch, eager to find the date that would finally be suitable for you and him as well. Endless texts, sweet calls and sneaky FaceTimes scatter through the days you spend apart and you find it hard to think of a time when he wasn’t hitting you up all the time.

On a Thursday evening, after a long day of fittings for upcoming events, you find yourself sitting on your couch with a sweet glass of wine, scrolling through your social media feeds when something catches your eyes.

Harry has been away in Los Angeles in the past few days and he mentioned having an interview the other day, but you didn’t think it would be out so soon, but here it was, a short video clip cut out by some random page that had a rather interesting title.

“Harry Styles talks about next album and mystery girl in his life.”

Your curiosity is way too strong not to click on it and have a look at it, so taking a sip from your wine you tap on the link and let the video load.

“It’s been some time since your last album came out, have you been working on new music lately?” the interviewer asked from behind the camera as Harry sat on a lilac sofa, wearing black high-waisted pants with a pink and white floral printed shirt tugged into it, his suspenders topping the look perfectly. His green eyes are fixed on the person asking him as he nods.

“Yeah, I think I never really stop making new music. I do have sessions when I’m trying to put a new album together, but I also write in the meantime as well, whenever I have an idea or inspiration. I don’t hold back,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

“Have you found any inspiration lately?” the question is heard and Harry nods once again.

“I have, actually,” he answers shortly, but his smirk gives it away that there’s a lot more behind his words and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. Is he talking about you?

“Has it been a person?” the reporter inquires, making Harry’s smile grow wider.

“A lot of things and people inspire me.”

“Alright, and is your latest inspiration something or someone new in your life?” the guy tries again, even though it’s well known that Harry likes to give vague answers instead of straight yeses and nos.

“Kind of new,” he simply answers and the reporter realizes he won’t be sharing more about the topic so he moves on with the next question and the video cuts out right there.

Though it wasn’t mentioned that he was talking about someone in particular, his fans drew the assumption that he is definitely seeing someone who has been his inspiration behind his new music. Feeling bold and a little flirty, you open up your messages and send him a quick text.

“A kind of new inspiration, huh?”

His reply comes almost right away, as always.

“Have you been stalking fanpages about me?”

“Would it be weird?”

“From you? It’s flattering. Little scary, but in a good way.”

You can’t help but chuckle reading his words. He never fails to make you laugh, you find his humor your favorite kind, never hurtful, but a little spicy, if you could say that, a lot of irony laced into it.

“Back to the topic: what’s your inspiration? Or should I ask… who is your inspiration?”

“Not gonna beat around the bush and just admit it…”

You wait and wait… and wait, but nothing comes afterwards and you are dying to have him admit that it’s been you, but not even the three dots appear at the bottom, so you take the lead again.

“Well, do it. Admit it, Styles!”

The fucker likes your message right away, meaning he has been in the thread all along, waiting for you to write something.

“Alright, but don’t tell anyone, because she is kinda famous and I don’t want the media to find out about it.”

“You have my silence.”

You watch the three dots dance at the bottom, holding your breath while you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to contain your wide grin that’s been plastered across your face this whole time.

When the text finally arrives you snort loudly, almost spilling your wine, laughing so hard you are happy you don’t like in a tiny apartment anymore with paper walls, because your neighbor would have definitely heard your laughter all the way down the hallway.

“It’s Betty White. Fuck, she is all I can think about.”

You need a minute to stop the laughter and type your reply.

“She is hot, gotta give you that.”

“Right?? I hope she is not afraid to date younger guys though.”

“I’m sure she would make an exception for you.”

“I hope so too.”

There’s a short pause, where you just read back his lines, chuckling to yourself some more. He always has a witty comment or comeback, no matter what you’re talking about and not once has he made you laugh madly on a set, at a meeting or just lying in bed before going to sleep.

“Joke aside, would it scare you away if I said I have definitely written about you?”

“Is this another theoretical question? Like the one you asked me on Ellen?”

You smile to yourself thinking back at the conversation the two of you had on the show when he was trying to figure out if you’d be up to give him your number.

“Maybe. So theoretically, would that be weird to you?”

“No,” you write, but quickly send another text. “But you know, it’s just theory. You’d have to tell me for real to find out.”

“Should have saw that coming…”

“Yeah, you really should have,” you muse to yourself, finishing up your glass and you carefully put it to your coffee table before sliding further down on the couch to get back to the conversation with Harry. You see that he hasn’t sent anything after his last one, so you decide to actually answer his question.

“Joke aside from my part, I wouldn’t find it weird. I think it’s flattering.”

“Okay, because I was ready to burn all my notes if you said it would be too much.”

“What if you’d be burning a Grammy worthy song though?”

“Would be a shame. But I would still burn it for you.”

“You are such a flirt…”

“Can’t help it! Or should I not be?”

“I like it. So don’t change.”

“Noted.”

Your little conversation has to come to an end since he is about to go into a meeting, but when you say your goodbyes and decide it’s time to head to bed, you already know a text will be waiting for you when you wake up in the morning.

Days and even weeks go by and you start to have a little too much on your plate. No matter how much you love your job and that it has always been your dream, sometimes you just need a breather. In the past week you’ve been in and out of auditions for a movie they keep top secret, you didn’t even get a script, just a few pages you had to memorize and they’ve been asking for more and more tapes from you with kind of absurd requests, but your agent told you it’s something major, that’s why they are so secretive. However, when they ask you to come in for another reading for the fifth time in seven days and you still don’t know what you are really auditioning for, you are kind of starting to have enough with all your other projects running at the same time. Your days start at six in the morning and rarely end before eleven in the night.

An entire month after the night Harry came over to your place, you kind of lose patience. The frustration that’s been building up inside you just simply bursts when your agent texts you on your way home that you’d have to go in for another casting in the morning for the same mystery movie.

“Have they not seen my face enough?” you snap, hands meeting the wheel as you keep your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry, Hun. I know it’s annoying, but they requested you, that means you are still an option for them.” Mona’s voice comes through the speakers of the car since your phone is connected to it.

“Do they need me to read the whole fucking Bible in front of a camera or what?” you growl.

“I have a good feeling about this last one, alright? And if they still can’t decide after that, we can always just say that we want out.”

“Then I would be labelled as the problematic little princess,” you sigh, knowing well how this industry works. Just one mistake and you can easily end up in a theoretical ditch.

“Just hold on a little longer, okay? I’ll send you the details in email and we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Bye, girl.”

Mona is an angel. She’s been your agent for about five years now, she is the one who gets you into castings, well, at least that’s what she was doing before you managed to reach your breakthrough. She got your name on lists you couldn’t even dare to dream of and she is the reason why you are here today. Now she mostly handles requests for you to go in for castings, creators started to reach out to you a while ago, though Mona still works her magic sometimes to get you into castings that are still out of your league.

By the time you get home, you are desperate to do something. Anything. You’ve been nonstop working these past weeks and you just need to get out of this loop that sucked you in. Before you could even think through what you’re doing, you dial Harry’s number.

He is back in the city, that you know of because he texted even before he got home. You both ditched the idea of having your date today, because you just knew it would be a long day for you, and it’s the truth, it’s past ten, so not quite ideal for a date, but you ran out of fucks to give.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he asks, noticing that you called, which is not what you usually do, or at least not without checking in if he is free to talk.

“Yeah, sorry I called so randomly. Are you busy?” you ask, feeling a little out of breath, even though you definitely didn’t do anything physically hard. You just can’t help but feel anxious since you are about to ask him out on a spontaneous date.

“No, just… packing and all that. What’s up?”

“So you don’t have anything to do right now?” you clear up.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Alright, so then… what do you say we have that date now?”

Even with him always being so blunt and open about how interested he is in you, it still makes you perfect to ask him out. The silence that comes from his side doesn’t necessarily help either and you are already preparing yourself to get rejected.

“You know it’s ten pm, right?” he then asks, a little unsure if you really thought it through.

“I am aware, yes.”

“Don’t you have work in the morning? I know you always start your days so early, I don’t want to be the reason why yo—“

“Harry,” you stop him midsentence. “I do not give a fuck about what I’m doing in the morning,” you bluntly tell him and you can tell he is smiling on the other end of the call. “So the question is still the same. Do you want to have that date now?”

He doesn’t ask anything else, just simply say the following: “I’ll pick you up in thirty.”

“Make it twenty,” you tell him and end the call before he could protest.

Ignoring the adrenaline rush you that just washed over your body you quickly make your way to the bathroom to take the quickest cold shower before putting on some clean clothes. You really don’t want to overdo it, knowing well since it’s so abrupt he wouldn’t be taking you anywhere that would require you look spotless. You choose not to put on any makeup, not just because you don’t have the time, but also because you feel a weird urge to just be bare, be yourself around him. The same goes for your outfit. You put aside all designer clothes and opt for a simple pair of jeans, a black tank top and a bright yellow knitted jumper over it, looking awfully casual, but feeling rather comfortable.

It takes Harry 22 minutes to get to your place, but you choose not to comment on those two extra minutes when you get into his car. Luckily, he isn’t dressed to impress either, wearing a simple pair of jeans with some kind of washed out, vintage printed tee shirt with his Bode Jacket he has worn in his famous SNL episode. His hair looks a little mess and even wet, making you wonder if your call caught him in the middle of a shower or he showered after you agreed to meet up.

“Long time no see,” he smiles at you, his boyish smirk making your heart flutter so easily as he eyes you while you buckle yourself up.

“You had plenty of paparazzi photos to look at in the meantime, Mr. Styles,” you smirk at him teasingly as he starts the car and leaves from in front of your complex.

“My favorite was the ones of you where you were walking out of a restaurant wearing that silk dress and the coat.”

“So you did see pap pictures?” you ask chuckling, you didn’t mean it entirely, but you find it funny that he actually saw pictures of you.

“You know, it’s been hard to avoid you online, especially because I keep liking all your posts so my phone thinks I’m interested in you. Which is true, and I’m not complaining about the content I’ve been seeing about you lately,” he admits chuckling and your eyes wander down to his ring clad fingers on the wheel. Your thoughts take you back to when they were touching you at places you haven’t been touched in a while. How they felt inside you and how desperate he could make you with just his hands.

You force yourself to look away from his hands and focus on the present time before your arousal becomes way too evident.

“Sorry I’m everywhere,” you smirk at him, enjoying the situation maybe a little too much.

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, glancing in your way for a moment, his green eyes meeting your gaze. “I don’t mind it,” he adds and those damn butterflies as quick to act up again in your stomach.

You don’t try to get him to tell where you are headed, wanting it to be a surprise yourself, so you just stare out at the night city as it runs past you, still quite a lot of people walking on the streets even though it’s now nearing eleven.

What you know is that you’re still in Manhattan and it seems like you won’t leave it either. Harry navigates his way through the city easily, he is not even using GPS, something you could never do. No matter how long you’ve been living here, you’ll always get lost in this jungle some call New York City. About fifteen minutes after leaving your complex, Harry parks the car down in a spot he found along the road, and looking out the window you’re trying to figure out where you are, but it doesn’t ring a bell. Seems just like a usual part of the Upper West Side, so now he has you curious about his plans.

“Where did you bring me, Mr. Styles?” you ask him as the two of you meet on the sidewalk and he glances at your with a sly smirk.

“Since you gave me such a short notice about our date, I thought I would show you one of my favorite places in the city and I hope you haven’t it.” “Well, I can assure you I don’t know it, because I have no idea what could be here,” you admit.

Harry nods at you to follow him and you walk side by side until the next corner.

“I think you already know that I’m English,” he starts off, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s pretty evident,” you nod.

“So, in the past decade I haven’t spent as much time in the UK as I wanted, and a few years ago I discovered a little piece of my home in the city.”

Trying to figure out what he meant by that you don’t even realize where you just took a turn to. Harry stops and you snap out of your thoughts, looking up and seeing a charming little street ahead you, looking totally out of place in the city’s fashion. The townhouses all the way down look like they’ve been placed here straight from England, the Tudor style complex is a refreshing change in the fast paced, busy streets of Manhattan.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight in front of you, taking in every tiny detail with your eager eyes as the feeling of being in a fairytale takes over your mind. If only it weren’t for the busy noises of the streets around the micro-neighborhood, you would completely believe that you’ve been magically teleported to England.

“It’s called the Pomander Walk. Always makes me feel like I’m home away from home whenever I miss my family and my hometown.”

Harry starts walking down the narrow pavement that runs between the houses, lined with quite some greenery, something you noticed right away. There are just so many plants and flowers down the street, it’s pretty clear the residents keep them in good care.

You catch up with Harry, eyes still taking in the pleasant contrast Pomander Walk has to offer for any visitors.

“I feel like we are invaders,” you tell him. It looks so secluded, makes you feel like you weren’t even supposed to be here.

“Don’t worry, it’s totally public. The people who live here are pretty nice too. Love it when someone comes around.”

“How did you find this place?”

“A friend told me about it and just came to see it for myself one day,” he tells you as the two of you slowly make your way down the street, slow enough so you could see everything. “There are 61 units and they were built in 1921 by Thomas J. Healy. He originally wanted to build a hotel here, but didn’t have the money to just yet, so he built these instead to make some cash for the hotel. He never got to do that though, died a few years later, so Pomander Walk stayed.” You listen to him, soaking in every word that leaves his lips, finding his oddly specific knowledge about this place quite exciting and… kinda hot. You could listen to him talk about historical facts for days without getting bored.

“The whole complex was renovated in 2009, they restored a bunch of architectural details that lost through the years.”

“Looks fantastic. I wonder what they look like on the inside,” you muse, your eyes wandering over the colorfully painted old school window blinds on most of the townhouses.

Walking down the pavement you realize there’s not a single soul around here, something you don’t get to experience too often in the city.

“It’s not too well-known, right? I don’t see any tourists and all that.”

Harry shakes his head, eyes ahead of him as he hides his hands in his pockets.

“No, ‘s quite hidden, not often listed in sights to be seen in the city. That’s why I like to come here so much.”

“Easy to stay unnoticed,” you add with a smile as your eyes meet his gaze and he nods, returning the smile.

You walk back and forth on the street at least five times, just talking and sharing and laughing, finally falling out of the misery of your everydays. He still amazes you with how good of a company he is, with his broad view of life and many experiences, you can truly connect with him on a level you haven’t been able to reach with anyone in a long time.

It’s way over midnight when you head back to his car, holding hands that happened at a point earlier, but you can’t tell who reached for who. It was kind of mutual, but now you didn’t want to let go of him… ever. You let your fingers play with his S ring on his pinky while he keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand whenever he has the chance. It’s a little disappointing when you have to let go of each other when you climb back into his car and head back home.

“I know this date wasn’t much, but I hope you liked it,” he smiles at you shyly before his eyes snap back at the road ahead of him.

“Shut up, this was literally the best date I’ve had,” you tell him making him chuckle. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

“Now it’s your secret place too. Maybe we’ll run into each other here one day.”

“I’ll definitely come back,” you admit smirking.

The city lights pass by you faster than you want them to, and you arrive to your complex way too early. Well, not according to the time, because it’s way past half past midnight now, but you just don’t want the night to end. However, you know Harry would not come up if you asked. He is way too big of a gentleman and he wouldn’t want to make you miss your appointment in the morning, but you are definitely collecting that kiss he promised a month or so ago.

“Walk me up, will you?” you ask him softly when he parks down in front of your building. He nods and follows you inside without a second thought.

You both know it’s about to happen, the air thickens between you two in the elevator and neither of you can hold back the small smiles on your lips. Harry walks next to you until you reach your front door and you turn to face him, his green eyes already examining your every move.

“I’m happy we finally got to do this,” you tell him, feeling a blush warming your cheeks from the way he looks at you now.

“I’m glad you called. Was starting to think we would never meet again,” he chuckles making you laugh as well. It really did feel like the universe was plotting against you, but you bet it didn’t expect your sudden move tonight.

There’s a longer pause where neither of you knows what to say or do next and your patience is running low, especially when you see him run his tongue over his pink lips. You just can’t wait any longer to taste them.

“Harry,” you breathe out, the frustration and desire at an all-time high now in your system. Never in your life did it take this long for you to get to a kiss with a guy you were clearly interested in and who returned the feeling as well.

“Yeah?”

“Swear to my lost Emmy Award if you don’t kiss me right now I’ll—“

You don’t get to finish, you don’t even know what you’d have said, but it’s all forgotten when Harry kisses you hard, hands cupping your jaw on both sides, angling your head to grant him the best access to your lips. You return the kiss without a second thought, hungrily tugging and pulling on his lips, your tongues meeting in the middle and fuck! He really knows how to make your toes curl with just a kiss. You grab a fistful of his t-shirt at his stomach, pulling him close and the cold touch of his rings on your skin makes you shudder. Everything about him makes your legs turn into jelly and you are willingly offering yourself to him without a doubt.

He pushes you against your front door, one of his hands wanders down to your waist and he gives it a gentle squeeze that makes you open your mouth more for him. You are a mess and so is he. You have no idea how long you make out, but when you eventually pull back, your chest is heaving and your lips feel swollen. Harry pecks your lips two more times before forcing himself to let go of you.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs in a low voice as he starts to back towards the elevator.

“Good night, Harry,” you say a little out of breath. He smirks at you one last time before walking into the elevator and the doors close, officially ending your first date.

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