#my mother always found excuses to dip out

[tjerra14]

Sorting through some stuff and came across this one again. It’s going to be six years in July but I guess it never really stops hurting.

[berberriescorner]

How would rio and y/n react if marcus brings a girl home?

Okay, so my imagination ran wild with this one. It's a bit lengthy, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it nonetheless. I’m glad to finally have gotten a bit of a creative spark. Hopefully, I’m not rusty. Please excuse any grammatical errors. This isn't heavily edited and I went with the flow. It would be greatly appreciated if you all love, comment, and reblog. Please understand (I know some get tired of hearing it but it’s important) that writing fanfiction takes time and dedication. Then there is the fact that it’s free. Tapping the love button is cool, but it’s the reblogs that help writers. Try to keep that in mind 💓.

Word Count: 3,500+

Warnings: A bit of fluff, laughter, and a little *cough, a hefty piece of* spice.

The aroma of garlic wafted through your newly renovated kitchen. It had been an early Mother's Day present from Rio and the babies. Your husband swaggered into the kitchen fresh out of the shower. He watched you stir the pasta and smiled as you made a mental note aloud to add more cream cheese. The deep timbre of your husband's voice startled you.

“Stay put mama. I'll grab some for you,” he rasped, lips brushing the side of your neck. His hand left a gentle squeeze on your hip.

“Damn it, Chris. Baby, I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. I should've known your stealthy, fine ass was nearby. The scent of your cologne and body wash should've given you away.”

He stepped back over to the stove adding cheese. You shivered as his fingers danced up your spine, curling around to the front of you. You hummed as his hand lightly cupped your throat. As if your body knew exactly what he wanted, you tilted your head, angling it so he could gain access. Rio’s lips trailed light kisses up your neck, across the jawline.

“Food smells good, darling. When we eatin’?”

You chuckled, slapping at his hand as his finger dipped into the alfredo sauce.

“Boy! Get your fingers out of my pan.”

“Damn, ma! I can't get a little taste. Come on, mama. Daddy’s hungry,” he groaned.

“That's on you. Shouldn't have skipped lunch.”

Rio kissed his teeth, swatting your bottom playfully.

“You know I was handling business, sweetheart. Don't start,” he teased.

“Let that have been me not eating. You would've jumped in my shit.”

His head shook in disagreement, “Mm no. I would've just brought you some food and insisted you eat.”

“Last time I brought you lunch it turned into an argument.”

“Cause you don't listen. You know you weren't supposed to be anywhere near that warehouse. It was a matter of safety. Where that's concerned, you'll always come first, mama.”

You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes at the sweet sentiment.

“Whatever, bossy ass. We’ll eat once the oldest baby boy gets here.”

“That's right it's our weekend,” he perked up.

Though there were times Rio wished he could see his son every day. He knew that Marcus was both his and Rhea’s pride and joy. Rio was thankful that they had a healthy co-parenting relationship. Joint custody had always been smooth with Rhea. She'd never dream of ever keeping their son away from his father. He was grateful that they both managed to move on. They both found love again, remarried, and everyone seemed to get along just fine. Rio loved that you and Rhea found friendship in one another. Your kids adored Rhea just as much as Marcus did you.

“Oh, you thought I was making this fire-ass pasta for you? Nope, Zaddy this for my oldest baby boy,” you teased Rio playfully.

“That’s fine! So long as I get to choose my dessert,” he rasped, his eyes scanning over your body.

Your eyes met, both nibbling at your bottom lip. Just as you were about to dive deeper into the topic, Alexa announced someone was at the front door. You tapped your phone screen, turning on the ring doorbell’s mic.

“Rhea, stop acting like you don’t have a key. Bring your beautiful self into this house.”

You smiled as she giggled her way through the front door.

“We’re in the kitchen,” Rio called out.

“Boy! Stop all that yelling. You wake that baby up and it’s your ass.”

Your husband kissed his teeth, “last I checked this was our house,” he mumbled, walking over to Marcus and pulling him into a bear hug. “What’s up, man?”

Marcus answered his question, immediately following with, “Can I go check on the baby? Where’s everybody else?”

“Rudeness. Are you forgetting something,” Rhea questioned her eager teenager.

She chuckled as he looked at her in confusion as she continued, “Your bonus mama is burning in this kitchen. Probably for you. Did you say hello? Or maybe thank you? Where is her loving,” Rhea jokingly scolded her son.

“Sorry, ma. He replied shyly, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek. “Thank you for cooking my favorite food.”

“It’s cool handsome,” you started, pinching his cheek. “The kids are in the theater room and the baby is down for the night, but go on up and steal a little sugar.”

Just as he was about to excuse himself, Rhea interrupted him, “Not so fast young man. You’re not slick. Don’t you want to share the news?”

“Mami,” Marcus whined.

“That’s okay, I'll tell them. Go on, scaredy cat.”

Marcus made his escape as Rhea turned back to you and Rio. She bypassed him, linking her arm with yours.

“Come, chica. I’ve got some chisme for you.”

Your husband, the big baby he is, groaned, “Nice to see you too, Rhea. Why am I not included?”

“Are you not in the room? You are included, fool,” Rhea teased.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but hush. I'm trying to see some.”

Both women laughed at him as he rolled his eyes and went silent.

“ Marcus sat down with us sometime last week. Said he wanted to invite his lady friend over for dinner. Our baby has a girlfriend, sis.”

The two of you stared at one another, several seconds passed. As if he was expecting it, Rio sighed, running his hand down his face as the two of you started squealing like school girls.”

“Mama, Rhea, the baby,” he reminded the both of you.

You both clapped a hand over your mouths, silently giggling.

“What's her name? Have you met her? The parents?”

“Baby, chill,” Rio chuckled.

You looked at him, studying him for a moment. Head tilted, you questioned, “You already knew. Didn't you?”

He smirked, “You already know the answer to that, mama. You know I stay ten steps ahead.”

“He told you first,” Rhea questioned.

“Listen, he asked for advice on girls a while back. I suspected then he had his eye on somebody. I played it cool. If you ask too many questions, he’ll shut down. We had the talk. About a week after that. Marcus told me he was talking to someone.”

“The talk,” you and Rhea said in unison. “Should we be worried about where this is going?”

“Ladies relax. It's better to have it early. Just to be on the safe side.”

“You gave him condoms. Didn't you,” Rhea snarked.

“Are you ready to be a grandmother? I mean I’d be the coldest abuelo out here, but let's try to prevent that from happening.”

“He brought her home for dinner the other day. She's so sweet and shy. Her name is Isabella, but she goes by Isa. He's got his papi’s taste. She's Afrolatina, a beautiful young lady!”

“Okay! I see my boy! He found him a woman who embodies two of the most important women in his life,” Rio praised with pride.

“The mom seems to be well-rounded. Surely we don't have anything to worry about,” Rhea insisted.

“The both of you were sweet and shy when I first met you. Need I say more? Then there's those stories your mom told me about your teenage years,” he smirked toward you.

“Sneak one damn boy through your window and you never live it down. Kiss my ass, Christoper,” you cackled, flipping him the bird.

Rio puckered his lips, bending down, laughing as you mugged his forehead.

“Sis! Your ass was hot back in the day, huh?”

“Chill on my wife. Tell me, how old were you when we had Marcus?”

Rhea kissed her teeth, “He got a response for everything, huh,” she asked you. “Anyway! He wants you all to meet her. Can he invite her over for dinner tomorrow?”

Rio smiled at you bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“I take it our answer is yes, mama?”

After a stressful Saturday afternoon, Rio stepped into the foyer of his home. His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he welcomed the delicious smell of lemon herbs, and the smell of your perfume wafted through the air. Sandals tapped across the wooden floor, Rio’s lashes fluttered open, dancing at the sight of you meeting him at the front door.

“Hey Papa,” you started, smile faltering. You could sense the heaviness of his day. “Long day, baby,” you questioned.

His head tilted to the side, an appreciative smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Rio’s hands cupped your side pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his head in your neck. Breathing you in again, his lips tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Shit was hectic, but I’m sure some kisses would make me feel better,” he whispered in a sultry tone.

Your hands brushed against his chest, as you tip-toed to reach his lips. He chuckled at your struggle to reach his lips, meeting you the rest of the way. Your lips danced together in soft, slow strokes. The sound of footsteps speeding down the steps interrupted the lip lock.

“Ma! Pops! You’re not going to be doing all that in front of Isa, are you? Why’s it so quiet around here?”

You giggled as Rio reared his head back. “I’m sorry son, I didn’t know you paid bills around here. Y’all be forgetting this my house…our house,” he corrected when you lightly cleared your throat.

“Your siblings can be a lot. We wanted to have time to focus on getting to know your girlfriend. I managed to arrange a night with Nana. They’ll be back tomorrow. She can meet everybody next time we have her over. Don’t worry, baby. Papi and I promise to be on our best behavior,” you teased Marcus.

“I ain’t promising nothin’. Listen, I’ll kiss my wife all I want, bro. Don’t be mad I’m the only one getting kisses around here,” he joked, giving Marcus a playful shove.”

“Pops, chill on me. Who said I ain’t got it like that?”

Rio cackled, dapping Marcus up. The laughter between the two stopped abruptly when they saw you standing straight-faced, head tilted, and arms crossed.

“I’m pretty sure I can speak for your mother when I say this. You better be acting accordingly with that young lady. Nothing short of being respectful is acceptable. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Your eyes landed on Rio, “Then I got you over here gassing him up.”

“My bad, mama. We’ll tighten up.”

“That’s what I thought,” you finished sauntering off to the kitchen.

 Rio turned back to Marcus and they both dapped each other up silently.

“It’s like that, son?”

“I learned from the best,” Marcus responded.

“My boy. Seriously though, not too much. Take things slowly. You have a lot of life to live. Don’t let thinking you're grown get you in trouble. You bring a baby home, and that’s ya ass. Papi can’t save you from the mama squad. If you can’t wait, do at least three things for me. Wrap it up, don’t do it in mine or your mom’s house, and don’t play with her feelings. You better plan on sticking around. Don’t be that guy, son. We’ve raised you better than that.”

“Yessir, I give you my word, pops.”

Rio embraced Marcus and gave his shoulders a firm squeeze as they pulled apart.

“You nervous,” Rio asked as the doorbell sounded.

“Just promise me you won’t let Ma pull out the photo albums.”

“Listen, I’m a man of many talents, but telling that woman not to do something almost always has the opposite effect. Ma listens when it counts,” he smirked, biting his lip.

“That’s information I honestly didn’t need to know, Dad.”

The first twenty minutes had been hilarious. You, Isa, and her mother all silently laughed at the way Isa’s father stumbled over his words while making introductions with Rio.

Apparently Marcus nor his girlfriend had taken the liberty of giving the poor man a heads up. He had suspected that he was going to assert himself as an overprotective father. One look at Marcus’ father and his bravado and puffed-out chest had deflated. Christopher wasn’t about to be checked by anyone and little did they know, neither were you. 

Dinner had gone by smoothly. The two of you succeeded in not embarrassing your son, as did her parents. Isa was a sweet, shy, and intelligent girl. You both loved her for Marcus. The teens had asked permission to have a movie night in the family theatre room. All parents agreed that it would be okay so long as it wasn’t unattended. You had even offered for Isa’s parents to join. Her father needed to finish up some work at home, and Rio along with Marcus, offered to drop her home in a few hours. 

As the parents you opted, to sit in the back row of home theatre seats to give them some sort of privacy. You didn’t want to crowd them too much. That and you knew with certainty that Rio was going to get handsy as soon as the lights dimmed. Twenty minutes of screen time had barely passed before his hand started a soft, tingling trail up your thigh. You allowed his fingers to make it inches away from the place he desired before swatting at him. His heated gaze met yours and the left corner of his mouth tilted up as he mouthed the word, “Why?”

Your head cocked to the side as you looked at him as if he were crazy. You sucked your teeth, pointing a finger in the direction of the kids. Rio wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to whisper in your ear, “Oh you really thought I was cold. You know why I pulled this blanket out, mama.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you. 

“Do that again and I’m sitting in my own lounger,” you sassed.

“All this space and you want to sit by yourself. Don’t be like that, mama.”

You had glanced in the direction of the children to see if they had overheard, but froze as you saw their hands inching closer to one another. Your hand tapped the top of Rio’s repetitively to get him to look. The two of you shared a smile at the innocence of the situation. Marcus looked back as the two of you tried to focus your attention elsewhere. The teen shook his head as his hand shifted away some. The two of you kissed your teeth and the sound echoed off the theatre walls as Marcus shook his head and Isa giggled.

It felt as if you had ruined the moment, and Rio attempted to correct the situation. Clearing his throat he asked the room, “Anybody want chips? Popcorn? Something to drink?”

You caught on and joined in, “I could go for some ice water and we can share a snack babe. Let’s go round up some refreshments.”

The kids had started to decline, but the two of you left in a hurry.

Rio propped himself against the kitchen island with his hands clasped. You crept towards your husband smirking. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you asked, “How much time should we give them to be unsupervised?”

“That depends, mama. Are you trying to be a responsible parent or a laid-back one? Responsible would be in the realm of maybe five or ten minutes. Laidback–about twenty or so.”

Rio’s hands traveled the length of your back, down to your plush backside. With a gentle squeeze, he continued, “I’m leaning towards laidback, mama,” he rasped. “Maybe we can take that time alone to–connect ourselves.”

“You truly have a one-track mind. We are not about to do anything with a guest in the house. Do you know what teenagers can do in twenty or so minutes?”

“Mama, what’s the most that could happen?”

“Our last child happened in twenty minutes, Rio.”

“We were pressed for time, and I was down bad for you that night, mama.”

“You’re always down bad for me. Even at this moment, you are.”

“No lies told. If you know that, stop playing. C’mere, mama.”

Rio nibbled at your neck, even as you continued to protest, “Rio, seriously. We should head back soon.”

“C’mon, mama. Let that boy cook for a few minutes. I told him to take things slow and to never do anything like that under his mom’s or our roof.”

“Oh, and you think that’s gon’ stop him?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“This is coming from the man, that was giving me backshots under his grandmother’s roof last Christmas.”

“We’re married with a ton of children. Trust and believe, she knows you’re getting handed pipe left and right, mama.”

“You get on my damn nerves. Always got a response–.”

The sentence came to a halt as Rio’s hand slipped into the opening of your dress, tugging a nipple through the silk material of your bra.

“F-fuck, Rio, don’t.”

His lips hovered over yours. The minty freshness of his breath fanning across your bottom lip. He nipped at it before asking, “You really want me to stop, mama?”

“Pantry, now.”

With those two words, Rio picked you up, legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried you to the destination. The door softly clicked closed, as he pressed you against some of the shelving. Your lips collided, tongues stroking one another, battling for dominance. The hem of your dress shifted upward, bunching at your waist. Rio groaned as his tented dark wash jeans ground against your damp panties. A moan slipped from your lips and he shushed you.

“Gotta keep quiet baby,” he whispered as his lips moved to suck at your throat.

His lips continued to nip and suck at your flesh. His long muscular fingers tugged your panties to the side as two fingers massaged your folds before gliding in to slowly stretch you out. The delicious feeling turned you into a whimpering mess as your hips began to rock against his movements.

“Yeah, just like that, mama. Are you gonna be my good girl and come all over my fingers? Yeah, you are. Aren’t you?”

He leaned in, tucking into the side of your neck, and whispered, “Bite down on my shoulder if you need to, darling.”

One of your hands slipped under his shirt as your nails scratched at his skin. You leaned back and pleaded, “Choke me, Daddy. Keep me quiet.”

The minute his hand wrapped around your throat, Rio added a third finger, thrusting in quick, deep strokes. His lips pecked your lips as he groaned, “Come for me, mama. Make a mess all over my fingers.”

All you needed was one last stroke to send you over the edge, but everything came to a halt as you both heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen. The two of you broke apart, fixing your clothes at the speed of lightning. The moment the knob to the pantry door turned, Rio snatched it open, pulling it closed with a bag of chips and a case of soda under his arm.

Marcus eyed his father suspiciously before speaking, “Isa got thirsty and you two were taking forever. So I came to get her some fruit snacks and a soda.”

Rio handed him a soda and explained, “We were coming back. Your pops negotiated a little alone time for ya. Did anything interesting happen?”

Marcus blushed a bit and responded, “Pops, can’t we talk about this later? I don’t want to keep Isa waiting.”

“You right man. Here take this soda and I’ll bring the fruit snacks and the rest of the stuff. Ma and I will be right in. She had to take care of something right quick.”

“Alright, Pops. Thanks.”

Marcus made it a few steps out of the kitchen before ducking his head back around the corner. Rio had started to turn back toward the pantry as he spoke up, “Pops? Tell Ma she can come out of the pantry now. Next time aim for a place that doesn’t house the food we eat.”

“Yeah, okay, wiseass. You’ll understand when you get older and have your own meddlesome ass kids. Take your lady her beverage and mind your business. You just couldn’t let your daddy cook in peace. Could you son?”

You were mortified and could barely look your bonus son in the eye for days.

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[garlicbreadbatstarion]

BG3 Companion Headcanons

🪩🥂🌹Going to a ball🌹🥂🪩

Wyll:

We all know Wyll is definitely the best dancer

And everyone would recognize him and want to chat and don't even get me started on the ladies absolutely swooning over him

But he'd be sure to show you off and focus in on you in such a way that you never doubted that he only has eyes for you

Give him a tune and he will make it happen: he can dance ballroom, waltz, tango, salsa, swing, and more!

It would also be super important to him to learn dances from your culture to show you how invested he is in you🥺

Will always have one last dance with you after you stumble home, just the two of you as he hums in the twilight of the kitchen

Lae'zel:

Would complain about having to dress in impractical clothes the whole time getting ready

Until she sees how stunning you are and, although she still says it is impractical, she would definitely tell you your elevated look is beyond satisfactory

Would probably hop into random conversations she finds interesting and scope out the whole event

Though she'd resist dancing in front of strangers, you'd catch her tapping her foot to the music

And on the walk back you could twirl her around (very briefly) and crack her tough exterior just enough to see her smile but she would deny any such thing if you ever tried to mention it again

Astarion:

Doesn't remember much about actually learning it anymore, but ballroom comes really easily to Astarion and it brings him a lot of joy to feel something his torment could not successfully erase

He also loves that dancing with you is an easy excuse not to talk to the high society crowds that often show up at events like this, and instead you can gossip together the whole night

"my dear we should get one of those for you!" And he'd wiggle his eyebrows and gesture to an over-the-top man in a bright green tailcoat, an 18" powdered wig covered with tiny Baldurian flags and ribbons atop his head. You'd slap his shoulder playfully and try to conceal your laughter

Even when you take a break from dancing, his hand is (respectfully) around your waist to protect and guide you through the crowd

Would 100% get drunk with you and sneak off into a non-party area of the venue to make out

Karlach:

A little too excited bc she lovesss parties of any variety

Does a frantic fashion show while you get ready, panicking about what go wear

She definitely does crazy moves in each outfit to test out it's danceability

Would turn into a dad the way she makes friends literally the whole time; it takes 10 minutes just to get inside because she can't stop chatting with the doorman

She asked Astarion to teach her to dance as soon as she found out you were going to this, that way she can successfully woo you on the dancefloor!

Gale:

He was very nervous to dance because he always skipped his school dances at the academy so he could explore forbidden places while the rest of the school was preoccupied

He definitely confides in Wyll on all this, and our lovely homeboy teaches him then and there how to lead💃

Gale can't stop the bi-panic when Wyll dips him almost down to the floor, with a cheeky wink

But now that you're here he's excited to listen in on the conversations of the many researchers and society members here!

He would get engrossed in conversation and you'd go dance with some friends that were there and it's like a romcom when he turns and sees you twirl across the floor🥲

He completely abandons his colleagues and appears out of nowhere, hand on your waist, waltzing you around

Wyll does a sly lil fist pump "yes, my man!" as he sees Gale spin you from across the floor

Shadowheart:

She lovesss getting ready and helping you get ready as well

Loves the tiny hors d'eouvres and smallglasses of wine and champagne they serve at events of this scale

It unlocks a core memory of her mother reading her fairytales as a girl, and she quickly wipes a small tear before it can fall

The quadrille is her favorite, she loves that it's social and friendly without having to hold a full conversation with a stranger

Would pepper your face with kisses on the way home thanking you for such a lovely time

Halsin:

He's not super used to the formal dance styles of the city, but he's ready to learn as he goes for you!

But he also flirts with the violinist and easily convinces him to play a little jig so he can show off

Also loves the food; I firmly feel Halsin would be a really adventurous eater and he'd be excited to try the variety of new spices and flavors they have at this event

Has 0 clue but the entire venue is ✨obsessed✨ with him

[pearlofthesirens]

Everything's gonna be okay- Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

first time writing for a fandom omg might as well start writing for cod more. thank you to @xxshadowbabexx for this writing competition, i'm so happy to participate <3 summary: After Simon found himself waking up after another nightmare, his significant other reminds him that he isn't alone in this world pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader warnings: she/her pronouns used, nightmares, Simon's past, toxic relationship with father mentioned, slight cursing now playing: Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez word count: 1193 words(one thousand one hundred and ninety three words)

"I wish you would've told me," "Told you what? That I get nightmares which eat me alive? That I've always been this fucked up?" "..that's not what I meant, Si." Hearing the familiar nickname slip off her tongue despite how he yelled at her snapped him out of the shaken state he was in. He turned to look at the doorknob, contemplating on whether to twist it open or not. It had been more than half an hour that he locked himself in the bathroom, splashing water on his face and making excuses to not come out. He didn't want to see her, not when she had witnessed him scream as he woke up from his nightly terrors and swat her hand away with such force. All she wanted was to comfort him, her gentle rubs on his face was all he needed at that moment. Then why did he refuse to open the door and face her?

"I want to help, Si. I want to be there for you like you have been for me all this time." He looked at himself in the mirror, the face he dreaded to see every day. He wore the mask for a reason and as much as Johnny pestered him for the real reasons, it had always been more than just hiding his face for safety. His dusty blonde strands and brown irises remind him of a bastard he shouldn't be thinking of. The bastard he took care of when he just had enough, the bastard who tyrannized not only him, but his dear mother and brother. His lover on the other side of the door seemed to be in love with all of him, the scars, wounds, bruises, even the face he thought he would despise all his life.

"You're more than your father's son. You're Simon, my Simon.." Simon thought of his mother often, Tommy and Beth too. Simon also thought of having a little critter like Joseph crawling around the house, someone whom he can call his. Someone he can raise with the love of his life. Someone to let him prove that he indeed did not turn out to be the person he had sworn to loathe for an eternity. Simon wished to have a family he would love and cherish. But he did not trust himself.

"Do not listen to the voices in your head, Simon. They're lying to you. You're worth it, you're worth the troubles. I'm here to help and I'm here to stay. Please..please let me in. Please let me help you, Si." Hearing her voice break was the last straw and he couldn't torture himself with solitude anymore. He opened the door very slowly, surprisingly avoiding the creaking of the hinges which much needed some greasing. He looked down to find her little face peering into him, her curious eyes always searching for something. Under her scrutinizing gaze, Simon felt the tiniest droplet of water roll down from his forehead to his lashes, down to his chin. Her hand took his, squeezing his fingers softly before she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He let go of every insecurity and every doubt he had about himself, snaking his arms around her waist.

Dipping his head down and into her neck, he took the longest breath in and inhaled her all so familiar scent. Simon thought she never needed perfume, her body odor was so enticing and comforting to him that he'd rather not fill his nostrils with anything artificial. His arms tightened and he let out the softest sniffle, burying his face even further into her neck. He felt two small hands rubbing his back, running over the muscles he spent hours in the gym to build.

Before meeting her, Simon thought that crying in front of his partner was the stupidest thing possible. How would it look if a 6'4 military man was breaking down in tears in the arms of his little love? He was supposed to be a man, he was supposed to be the one providing her comfort and not the other way. But at that moment of vulnerability, his ego had been overtaken by the need to feel her close. She was the only one who would see through Ghost and not once judge him. "This..I'm so sorry, lovie..I-I can't make it stop." "I know, darling. I know. But I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, Si." Simon never once understood how she broke through the tough walls he had built, how she took his ice cold heart and warmed it up at the cost of her patience. She had always been so gentle with him, even when he felt frustrated and yelled profanities at her, not realizing that she was not one of the people who would disregard how he felt. She taught him how to apologize with words, she always reassured him that he could be gentle despite not once finding peace in his tragic life. And yes, he was gentle with her. He did apologize with words every single time he ended up saying something he didn't mean.

He had a ritual to calm her down when she was upset, the reason being him or not. He would sit her down on his lap, wipe her tears and place tender kisses on her forehead. He did everything in his power to not see his angel cry, specially not because of him. So why was it weird to him when she did the same? Why did it not feel right when it was her turn to show how much he deserved to be held and comforted too? "I'll tell you this again and again and again. You're worth it, Si. You're worth the stupid arguments we get into sometimes, you're worth the silent treatment, you're worth all the wrong things you've once said to me. You wanna know why?" He only nodded his head, not bringing his face out of her neck. "Because I see the change in you. I see you trying, I see you improving. You've gotten so much better at expressing yourself, you apologize with words, you think twice before saying anything to me. I know there had been moments you've slipped up, but that does not mean that you don't deserve love." And suddenly, everything she said made sense to Simon. He had improved, he tried his best to be better, to be gentler, to be kinder. To her and to himself. So what if he had said something he shouldn't have? He knew how to recognize his mistakes and appropriately apologize for it, he knew how to make up for his behavior. He knew how to say sorry without bullshitting, he knew how to admit that he had done something wrong and he knew how to fix it. And she had been by his side all the time, refusing to be anything but kind, loving and understanding. How could he not love her? "I swear, lovie..I ain't leaving you till the day I die. I promise" "I love you too, Si. Wanna get back to bed?" "Yeah."

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[sukisheadlights]

MAKE ME STAY!

landonorris x famous!oc

summary: where she sends the Internet into a slow spiral after releasing a song out of the blue (except it’s not out of the blue, it’s papaya)

part 1: make me stay, series masterlist

faceclaim: dua lipa 🫶

rory’s voice mail 🎧: PART 1! hope you guys like this, it’s obviously going to be a slow burn but I’m really excited to write it for y’all <3 ALSO the first two chapters are gonna be a little slow to set up the story and a strong base for it 😚 LOVE YOU SAY IT BACK

@TMZ • 2 hours ago

Exclusive: F1 phenom Lando Norris spotted leaving Las Vegas after-party with a mysterious redhead!

Rumors are swirling that F1 racing superstar Lando Norris may have found a new love interest in Las Vegas!

The 22-year-old McLaren driver was spotted leaving the after-party of the FIA Formula 1 Las Vegas Grand Prix with a gorgeous gal on his arm.

Our source spotted Lando and the mystery woman leaving together and said the pair appeared to be "flirty", as Lando "wrapped his arm around her" and they "walked off into the night."

@THEHOLLYWOODFIX • 2 hours ago

It looks like F1 driver Lando Norris is getting back into his dating game!

After breaking up with his long-term girlfriend last year, our favorite driver was seen leaving the Formula 1 Las Vegas after party with a mysterious red-haired woman dressed in a form-fitting black leather dress.

We're not sure if this is just a one night stand, or if Lando has his sights set on someone new. Either way, we wouldn't blame him - the Formula 1 Las Vegas parties are known for being a hot spot for celebrities and models alike!

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@TMZ • 45 mins ago

Pop Sensation Liz Colton is Back!

Liz, who's long been hailed as a retro-pop phenomenon and one of the biggest social media stars, has just announced her return to the spotlight after a two-year break! Liz had been absent from public life following her rough breakup with actor Jacob Elordi.

Now, the queen of pop has set the Internet ablaze with a photo of herself sporting a sleek new red do and rocking an all-leather look, accompanied by the caption 'miss me?' Fans are abuzz!

In addition, Colton has been recently spotted interacting comfortably with Formula One superstar Lewis Hamilton in her social media comment sections! Hamilton, who is a known celebrity himself, has even asked Colton to give more picture credits, making fans hope that she's ready to expand her network and step into the world of Formula 1.

Could this mean the start of a whole new era for Liz?

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@TMZ • 1 min ago

BREAKING NEWS!

It looks like Jacob Elordi, the "Euphoria" heartthrob who recently broke up with longtime girlfriend Liz Colton, was caught in a compromising position.

Just months after Liz and Jacob decided to split, details have emerged that the Australian actor cheated on his girlfriend multiple times. While neither Liz nor Jacob have commented publicly on the situation, fans have been quick to blast the actor for his apparent indiscretions.

With a successful career and multiple projects in the works, it looks like Jacob's reputation is about to take a dip.

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

My Moon and Stars

pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem!reader

genre: mild angst with comfort

el's thoughts: this was requested by @writingmysanity for my 1.3k follower celebration

Nikolai!” Y/N called as she lifted the skirts of her dress and hurried through the tunnels of their underground hideout. “Have you seen Nikolai?” She turned to different grisha as she passed them. No one had given her the answer she desperately needed to hear. 

She was separated from him during all the chaos caused by the Darkling’s shadow monsters. Her dress now in shreds from when she stood to the side rushing everyone else ahead of her. 

Her heart was racing while her feet ached and forced her to slow to a stop. She leaned against the dirt wall trying to hold back her tears and the choked sob that crawled its way up her throat. “Nikolai.” She craved to be in the comforting hold of her husband’s arms. The arms that she had found solace in over the years of their marriage. He was always kind to her and built a relationship with her based on friendship. Over time she had fallen for the prince and truly grew to love him. 

“She um-” Y/N could hear her father clear his throat, “She should be here any minute now. My most sincere apology for making you wait.” 

“It’s no matter really.” An unrecognizable voice spoke up before silence settled into the room, the only sounds being her parent’s harsh whispers. 

Y/N quickly hid herself behind one of the stone pillars lining the large hallway. The two wooden doors slid open and the clicking of heels were heard making their way into the hallway. The princess held her breath as she waited for the footsteps to finish their walk down the hall. 

“And what do you think you’re doing out here?” 

The y/h/c haired girl spun around and muffled her scream with her hand. Once she saw the voice was her mother’s lady-in-waiting she straightened out her light blue summer dress. “Oh well, I… I was just playing-”

“You’re too old to be playing anything now, don’t you think?” The older women tsked teasingly. “You have guests kept waiting in the Great chamber.” 

Y/N grasped desperately for an excuse. “You can tell them I’ve come down with a terrible terrible cold.” 

The graying woman smiled in pity at the girl before her. The girl whom she’d watch grow into the beautiful young lady whose father is now trying to give her hand in marriage. “You know I can’t do that.”

“It was worth a shot.” The princess sighed and foled her hands together in front of her as she walked to the doors of the Great chamber. She kept her voice low. “And here we go.”

The heavy wooden doors swung open and Y/N was met with the sight of her family and the Ravkan prince with his older brother and parents. She dipped into a shallow bow keeping her head down as she made her way to the empty seat beside her mother. “Please excuse my tardiness, your highness.”

Her father nodded, “Yes, please forgive her.”

The Ravkan prince waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t fret, we are here for a few days afterall. We are in no rush.”

Y/N took the time to look over Nikolai’s features while he spoke with both of their fathers about arrangements. His blonde hair fell across his forehead gracefully, framing his face in such a way that made his facial features sharper. Not sharp enough to be threatening. No, his face still held a softness that she had only seen in children. He carried a youthful spirit with him.

The gray-haired queen that sat next to him smiled smugly at the princess when she noticed her staring at Nikolai. 

Y/N looked down at her lap bashfully. Her lady-in-waiting placed a soft hand on her shoulder and rubbed her thumb against her skin in comfort. ‘It’ll be okay.’

“Y/N!” Tamar called for the princess. “Nikolai is here.”

Y/N’s head snapped up and she wiped under her eyes as she walked quickly down the tunnel and turned the corner. The familiar mop of blonde hair came into view and she felt a new wave of tears spring to her eyes. Her feet carried her faster until she crashed into his side, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. 

“You’re okay. Saints you’re okay.” Nikolai kissed her head repeatedly and ran his hand through her hair. “I thought…” He swallowed thickly instead of finishing his sentence. 

“I thought I lost you.” Y/N murmured quietly into his shoulder, trying to suppress her tears. She felt Nikolai shake his head. 

“You’re my moon and stars,” he kissed her head again. “My compass, my direction, my home.” He pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. “It’s all you. It’s always been you. I’ll always find my way back to you. Not even death could keep me away.”

“Don’t say that.” She closed her eyes. “Don’t speak of death right now. Please.”

“Okay, okay.” He brought her back into him and placed his lips on top of her head. “But remember that it’s true. You’re my moon and stars.”

They may have been arranged from the beginning, but their love had nothing to do with their parents. Their love had grown after moonlit walks and spring picnics in the gardens. Breakfast before a busy day and ranting about the day before bed. Traveling together and telling stories of their childhood. They both knew they’d have each other through this war, and that was all they needed.

[since0202]

Taking Time—Fifty Five

The only answer was yes.

Word count: 8,660

I’ve never really believed in bad omens or bad luck. A black cat, a broken mirror, a broom falling before a storm. None of it was particularly foreboding to me. But what happens instead might be worse. Whenever things are going too well, I have this thread of underlying dread running like a hidden current beneath a calm sea. It’s that old saying: What can go wrong, will go wrong. You know that one? Maybe that’s still a manifestation of bad luck—always expecting the worst. It always makes itself known, though. At least to me.  

It was as if the world pressed fast forward over the next ten days for Maya. But she tried to soak it all in as much as possible. News spread of her and Paul’s engagement quickly and her mother demanded upon threat of disownment to throw her an engagement party at her childhood home. 

Maya had given in quickly, to her mother’s surprise, knowing that it was inevitable to avoid a celebration. That’s how Maya found herself on a balmy November afternoon, fielding question after question from elders, distant cousins, and people in her community she’d only seen in passing about her impending nuptials. 

“So, how did he do it?” Her aunt Isla asked conspiratorially, sandwiched between about twelve other people making a semicircle around Maya. 

“Oh, uh, on the cliffs,” she smiled genially, but her palms were sweating as she tried to rub them dry on the front of her bright red mini dress. The sweetheart neckline dipped just low enough to show the tasteful curve of the top of her breasts. Maya shivered slightly, her bare shoulders and legs seemingly more on display here than in a bikini on a California beach. 

“I want to see!” an overexcited teenage daughter of one of her mom’s friends squealed. Maya shoved her hand forward to display the glittering rock nestled on her finger. It really was beautiful and Maya was nearly breathless every time she saw it herself. The crowd around her ooh’ed and aah’ed, grabbing her hand unceremoniously and bending it this way and that to make it shimmer in the light. 

Maya grimaced, this was the same routine on repeat she had done for the past hour and a half as people circulated around her. Paul had been swallowed up by other crowds, no doubt being subjected to the same onslaught of questions. 

“Are you moving back then?” a question carried from a part of the crowd, but Maya wasn’t sure who it came from. 

“What? Oh, no, I still have another year left—,” she tried to respond but was quickly cut off by other overlapping questions:

“Can’t you transfer?” 

“Poor Paul, I’m sure he misses you terribly.”

“Newlyweds really shouldn’t be apart in their first year, it’s so important to be together.”

“You should really think about transferring.”

“When are you guys planning on trying for a baby?”

“Oh! A baby! So sweet.”

“You guys would make the cutest kids.”

It was…exhausting. 

Maya tried to smile as she curled an arm around her middle uncomfortably as the questions continued. She couldn’t even get a word in, they were just relentless. 

“Excuse me, folks,” Paul’s warm, deep voice ran a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, he was there, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his side and instantly banishing the chill that had settled over her. 

He handed her a glass of champagne that Maya desperately sipped and smiled at the crowd around them. “I need to steal my fiance away. Rish also wanted me to let you know that the food is being set up, so please go help yourselves.” Paul made it look so easy. They simply melted in front of him and dispersed immediately, providing more well wishes to them as they went. 

Paul leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of her head as Maya let out a deep sigh. 

“How are you holding up, baby?” he asked her softly, his comforting firm grip on her hip soothed her anxiety. Maya took another swig from her glass, nearly draining it before answering. 

“Just…tired,” she finally said. “Why did I agree to this again?” Maya glanced around the room before looking up and up at Paul. He smiled warmly down at her. 

“Because your mother would have hunted you down anyway and this at least gets us off the hook for attending the harvest bonfire,” he reminded her. Maya nodded and rested her forehead against his chest as she groaned softly. Only a couple more hours and they could go home. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat,” he rubbed her back gently and started to steer her toward the dining room where a massive spread of food had been deposited. 

But before they could reach it, the door opened to cheers and exclamations. Maya looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened as she watched Becks waddle through the front door, followed closely by Jacob, holding their son in one arm. 

“Becks!” Maya called out incredulously as she pulled out of Paul’s arms and hurried over to her heavily, painfully pregnant best friend. Becks turned and smiled, one hand on her lower back and one on her extended belly that sat low in front of her. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on bed rest.” 

“Yeah, me too,” Jacob said with an exasperated sigh. Becks rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. 

“This baby will not come out, so I needed to get out. Plus, you’re here. My good luck baby labor charm,” she leaned in and Maya tried to hug her around her giant belly. 

“Jeez, are you sure you’re okay? This…does not look comfortable,” Maya said as she looked over her best friend. 

“Oh, it's not. I’m…miserable,” and she looked it. Dark bags hung under her eyes from restless sleep and every part of her looked swollen. “I just couldn’t stay in bed another minute and the midwife said walking might help spur on labor.” 

“Walking in small doses,” Jacob reminded her as he bounced Ephi gently. It was always such a funny sight to Maya to see these giant, towering, strong men handle a baby with such gentleness and care. 

“Are you hungry?” Maya asked, already knowing the answer. Becks shook her head quickly and blew a breath out as if she was already going into labor. 

“No, we’ll just hang around for a bit, I think my parents are here anyway,” Becks motioned toward the double doors that led onto the back deck. 

“Okay, well let me know if you need anything,” Maya rubbed one of Becks’ arms and gave her a sympathetic smile. As they wandered off, Maya turned and saw Paul approaching with a plate in his hand. He handed her a fork and she started to take quick bites as they huddled together. 

“No baby yet?” Paul asked. 

“Mmm mm,” Maya mumbled around a mouthful of sweet potato. She loaded her fork with more food and held it up to Paul as he gratefully took a bite. People were whispering off to the side about how cute they were. It took everything in Maya not to roll her eyes at them. 

She didn’t mind these types of things, it was just being on display that irked her. Maya had never felt more like a trophy than at this very moment. Her mother was drinking all of the attention in and talking about wedding colors and themes that Maya hadn’t even started to consider. 

“How much longer do we have to stay again?” Maya asked, swallowing another sigh. 

“We’ll sneak out in about an hour. I think you’ve done enough parading and after dinner, people will start drinking and not even notice we’re gone,” he reassured her. That was a saving grace at least. She could last another hour. 

“Maya!” another gaggle of aunts called out across the room as they strode toward the happy couple. 

“Just smile, I’ll handle the questions,” he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck before neatly tucking Maya into his side again and taking on the approaching vultures. 

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The never ending list of things to do before Maya was due back in New York was making her head spin. With only three days left of her break, Paul had to unexpectedly take a trip to Seattle to consult with some huge new clients from overseas. However, he was going to fly out to the New York next week and stay with her for a bit so they could detox from the wedding frenzy that had taken over La Push and nearly ruined her fall break. 

Maya checked her messages as she left the Quileute clinic after getting her IUD removed. She already had another appointment scheduled for when she got back to New York for a new one before Paul arrived. Keye had texted her about meeting up for lunch with her and Sadie. 

Maya smiled down at her phone. Things hadn’t gone over too well after Keye had talked to Colin, but things were mostly smoothed over at this point. She hadn’t told him about the abortion, but she apologized for leaving him in the lurch and not talking to him sooner about ghosting him. 

Just as she was typing a reply to confirm their plans to meet for lunch, her mother’s face popped up on an incoming call. Maya threw her head back and groaned. She hadn’t gotten a moment of reprieve since the engagement party from neverending wedding planning from her mother. 

She considered ignoring the call for a moment before begrudgingly answering. 

“Yes, mom?” 

“Oh honey! I’m so glad I caught you. I was wondering which you liked better: Azaleas or hydrangeas?” Rish was talking a mile a minute and Maya could here the honking of cars in the background.

“Why?” Maya tried to hide her annoyance, but failed spectacularly. 

“For flowers, for your bridesmaid’s bouquets!” Rish exclaimed impatiently as if they had  had this conversation a million times already. They hadn’t. 

“Mom, I don’t even know what colors I’m doing for the wedding yet, we can’t pick flowers until I decide on colors,” she crossed the parking lot to her car. 

“I thought we said we were doing shades of pinks and greens?” 

“Nope,” Maya said in a clipped tone. 

“Well, these are perfect for spring and I think that would complement those colors so nicely anyway. I’ll bring back sample bouquets and we can look at them together,” Rish carried on. 

“Mom, I’m leaving in like 48 hours, I don’t have time to look at bouquets. I’ve got like three interviews to prep for and I’m organizing the food train for Becks before I leave. Where are you, anyway?” Maya started the car. 

“Pikes Place Market. Your father and I popped over for a couple of days to do some scouting for wedding ideas. Oh! Isn’t Paul in Seattle? Maybe I can meet up with him and go over—” 

“No! Mom, please don’t bother him. He’s in really important client meeting with some international bigwigs. Do not bother him with this.” Maya’s tone was firm. 

She really needed to set some boundaries with her mom regarding the whole wedding planning thing. She hadn’t even been engaged a week and already her mother had booked four different appointments to shop for wedding dresses in New York next month. 

“Mom, I gotta go,” if she didn’t get off the phone now, she may never escape. 

“Fine, fine, but call me later!” 

“Will do!” Maya lied. She quickly ended the call and tossed her phone into the center console with a little too much force. 

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It was early the next morning around 3 a.m. when Maya’s phone rang suddenly on the nightstand. She had made it a habit while she was home to sleep with the ringer on loud in case anyone called about Becks. 

When she answered groggily, Jacob’s voice snapped her awake. 

“She’s in labor. She’s asking for you,” Jacob said quickly. 

“I’m on my way,” Maya was already throwing off the covers and slipping into some sweatpants as she hung up. She shot a quick text to Paul to let him know when he woke up that morning and ran down to the Jeep. 

The rez was peaceful at night. As Maya coasted down the rain slicked roads toward Becks and Jacob’s she couldn’t help but relish in the cool and quiet that settled over her home. She did miss it. And she knew she always would. 

In no time, Maya had pulled and parked into the already crowded driveway at Jacob’s. As she jogged toward the front door, she could already see people milling about inside, prepping food, cleaning, and taking care of things in anticipation for the new baby. When she pushed in, everyone was keeping their voices low and Quil looked over at her, his eyes lighting up with delight: 

“She’s upstairs, Jacob said to send you up when you got here.”

Maya nodded and smiled with excitement as she took the stairs two at a time. The scene within Jacob and Becks’ bedroom was as calm as a quieted chaos could be. The lights were dimmed and gave off a warm amber glow. 

Becks was propped up in a custom canvas pool that sat in the cleared space in front of their bed. She was naked, with a small towel draped across her breasts with Jacob wedged in behind her, stroking her arms. Maya couldn’t hear what he said, but he was calmly talking in a low, honeyed voice into Becks’ ear. Her eyes were tightly closed as she breathed her way through another contraction. Maya could see the vice grip she held on Jacob’s biceps and low groans and whimpers escaped her. 

The warm water sloshed gently around her as she wiggled to try and find a comfortable seat through her contraction and the midwife and her assistants gathered around her, warming the water with fresh pours and prepping towels and tools nearby to assist with delivery. 

It was beautiful and terrifying. Maya’s eyes widened in wonder as she crossed the room quietly and sank next to the pool up by Becks’ shoulders. 

“Maya’s here,” she heard Jacob rumble softly in Becks’ ear. The contraction had passed and Becks was slumped tiredly against Jacob, sweat beading on her forehead. She turned her head across Jacob’s chest and opened her eyes blearily as a smile cracked across her face. 

“Maya,” she breathed. Maya returned that radiant smile as tears brimmed her eyes. Becks looked so beautiful and so incredibly strong. Her towel covered chest rose and fell as she took deep, calming breaths. She reached out for Maya’s hand and grasped it immediately. 

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Maya said just as softly as Jacob had, trying to mirror the calming atmosphere everyone was working so hard to keep for her. 

“He’s…he’s coming,” Becks said. Her eyes were glassy, but filled with sheer happiness even though Maya knew she was in excruciating pain. Quileute women traditionally delivered naturally, unless there was some exceeding circumstance or planned c-section. This time, Becks had wanted to do it all exactly right as everyone of her mother, grandmothers, and great grandmothers before her. 

Jacob helped prop Becks up a little higher on his chest as he rubbed along the sides of her belly. The midwife smiled warmly at Maya and checked Becks’ progress. 

“You’re almost there, honey,” the midwife confirmed, “Time to push very soon, okay? Just keep listening to your body and let him come on his own. You’re doing great.” Maya had to hand it to her, she was very convincing. 

Maya knew that in time when she and Paul had kids, if she decided to do it the Quileute way, at home, with her husband behind her, in a water bath, she’d be absolutely terrified. But Becks just looked ready—elated even—to be bringing her second child into the world. It was something she couldn’t even fathom as being a part of her life at this moment, but she was just so happy to be there for Becks again. 

Becks’ breathing picked up again as another contraction rolled through her. She squeezed Maya’s hand and held onto Jacob as a deep sob erupted from her throat. 

“That’s it, there you go, mama,” the midwife coached, “Just like that.” She must have been getting close because Maya watched as a flurry of activity suddenly happened around her. Assistants were preparing, noting times and dates, keeping time, and prepping the towels. The midwife leaned over the side of the water bath and helped the assistants position and hold one of each of Becks’ legs firmly in their arms, anchoring her into a birthing position. 

Again, a fresh wave of terror washed over Maya as she held tightly to Becks who just seemed to know exactly what to do. Jacob was methodically counting out breaths for Becks as she arched and groaned through the last intense contraction. 

“Alright, Becks, ready?” the midwife confirmed from her place below. Becks nodded quickly, “Dad, ready?” Jacob braced Becks and nodded swiftly, his eyes never leaving the side of his wife’s face. “Next contraction, I want you to start pushing,” the midwife stated. 

Maya hadn’t realized her own breathing had picked up as her eyes darted from Becks’ face to the midwife between her thighs watching carefully for signs. The next contraction began quickly. 

“There you go! Push mama! Bear down against them,” she instructed. Becks pushed and nearly screamed as she held on tightly to Jacob and Maya both. 

“Push, baby, push!” Jacob chanted still calm but firm in her ear. Becks’ cheeks were reddening and Jacob urged her to take a breath as the contraction wound down. 

“Good! Good, deep breaths, 1, 2, 3, 4,” the midwife’s hand was nowhere Maya could see. Suddenly the calm and quiet room was just pure energy and it all centered around Becks. The assistants were counting out breaths, their rhythmic voices offering clarity and guidance through the controlled chaos, “Again!” the midwife said louder. “Push, Becks!” 

“Push, push,” Jacob began again. Maya mirrored him, chanting softly as Becks’ wailed through another contraction, her face contorting in pain, mouth wide open as stuttering groans broke free of her throat. 

“Fuck,” Maya said under her breath. This was unlike anything she had ever witnessed. Even before, when she had been there for the birth of Ephriam, Carlisle had made it seem like no time had passed at all before he was placing the newborn on Becks. But this…this was something else. It was a moment in time, meant to be experienced and meant to be something bigger and more symbolic than just the birth of a child, but rather the persistence of their tribe to simply exist in the face of seemingly unending pain. 

Maya watched as Becks pushed through contraction after contraction, slowly delivering her second son into the world. And all she saw was strength. 

On the final push, Becks let out an otherworldly scream as he slid the rest of the way out and into the waiting water below. A new burst of activity began around them. The assistant’s lowered her legs and removed the warm wet towel covering her heaving breasts. Maya’s eyes were clouded with tears, as were Jacob’s as the midwife quickly pulled their baby from the water. He let out a guttering, wet cry and Becks, exhausted and sweating, broke into a smile and laughed so bright Maya thought her heart would split in two with joy. 

The midwife quickly placed the wailing baby on Becks’ waiting chest, nestling him between her breasts. Jacob’s large hand came up to cover their baby’s back as he kissed the side of Becks’ face over and over, whispering in her ear things Maya couldn’t and didn’t need to hear. It was pure love, this picture before her. 

Becks was crying softly as she held her newborn son, her head pressed into the crook of Jacob’s neck. Maya stood slowly and took a step back from the pool, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she took in the scene before her. Her best friend was overwhelmingly happy and Maya understood this was where Becks was meant to be. 

As she slowly slipped out of the bedroom to leave them to their intimate first moments with their son, she watched as Becks turned her head up toward Jacob’s, her free hand cupping his cheek as he looked down adoringly at her. He kissed her slowly and Maya shut the door behind her, the tears still falling freshly down her cheeks as she disappeared into the dark hallway. 

Maya covered her mouth and cried softly. She felt a buzzing throughout her whole body that she could only imagine was happiness. 

“My?” A soft voice floated from the top of the stairs. Maya whirled around, her hand dropping to her chest as she gasped. Paul’s darkened figure stood just a step below the landing and he watched her carefully, his eyes shifting to something darker as they laid upon her. 

“Jesus, Paul, you scared me! What are you doing here?!” Maya didn’t even try to hide her tears as she crossed the landing to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sniffling into his neck. 

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him before bringing his other hand up to gently wipe the tears off her face and push her loose hair back. 

“I got your message that Becks was in labor and caught a red eye,” he said in a low whisper. The sound struck a warm thrum deep in her belly and she swallowed thickly. His eyes looked over her face slowly, taking in every piece of her, memorizing her emotions. “What’s wrong?” 

Maya shook her head slowly and closed her eyes for a moment. “Nothing, really. It was just intense and she’s just so happy…It makes me happy that she’s happy,” she felt like she wasn’t making much sense but Paul nodded as a crooked smile broke across his face as if he understood. 

“I know, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her slowly. Maya sucked in a deep breath of him as their lips connected, relishing in that soft earth and spice scent. She leaned her body into his and felt that warmth spread throughout her belly. Paul’s hands gripped her hips tightly and she felt a rush of euphoria sweep through. She was so very warm that Paul’s hands felt almost cold. When they broke their kiss after a few moments, Maya was nearly panting. She stepped back to get a grip and wipe her eyes again. Paul kept his grip on her waist and when she finally let her eyes adjust and settle on him, he looked intense. 

The sharp, strong curve of his jaw was softened by his trimmed beard, and Maya reached up absently to stroke her hand across it. Lightning prickled on her fingertips as she did and she watched Paul wet his lips in response. 

“We should go home,” his voice was a deep rumble in her chest. When her eyes darted away from his mouth to connect with his, she saw fire. She tried to stifle a small gasp, but it slipped from her throat. Paul’s grip tightened further and pulled her closer as if on instinct. 

Maya shook her head to try and clear it. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and she closed her eyes for a moment before she stuttered out, “N-no, I need to start breakfast and m-make sure everyone is on assignment.” 

When she opened her eyes to carefully look at him again, she knew she was done for. “Kim’s got it under control. Let’s go home,” the command was subtle and he tugged her near him as they descended the stairs together. Maya made quick and quiet goodbyes, waving to the sleepy group of people milling about doing chores and small tasks in the early hours as dawn broke. Paul guided her out into the cool air, never letting them stop as they walked swiftly toward her Jeep. 

The cool air felt like a wash of sleet melting on her skin. Maya let Paul deposit her into the passenger side of the Jeep and only when he snapped the door shut behind her did she notice that she was breathing too quickly as if she had just run a marathon. She focused on breathing through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to quietly calm herself as Paul steered them expertly through the dark toward home. But her heartbeat barely slowed. When she stole a glance toward Paul, she saw the muscle in his jaw tick and the whites of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. But he didn’t seem mad…just anxious to get home.

Finally, once they pulled into the driveway, Maya started to feel a little more settled. The warmth of the house inside was a blur as Paul pulled Maya upstairs toward the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower. Everything felt hazy, as if the adrenaline was coating her brain in a strange fog. 

“P-Paul?” she barely whispered as she turned to face him. He was gently pulling off her shirt and sweats. Maya could feel his hands shaking as he undressed her. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m trying very hard to be gentle, but I just feel like ripping your clothes off,” he said through  gritted teeth. Maya shook her head sleepily, standing in just panties as she said, 

“Just rip them, who cares.” Paul didn’t hesitate upon her permission to rip the cotton easily from her body. She sighed in exaltation and stood naked before him as he quickly shed his clothes and backed her into the shower. 

The water felt barely warm against her hot skin, but she stayed put beneath it as Paul brought his mouth down to hers, stroking her body lovingly beneath the water. Everything was quiet, except for their panting breaths as he quickly scrubbed her down with soap and reverently rinsed her. She felt the thick heated length of him resting against her stomach and swallowed as her mouth watered. 

Just as quickly as he had placed them in the shower, she felt him guiding her out, toweling her down softly and moving her to the bed, his hands roaming around her body, touching every part of her, his lips moving across her shoulders and neck. 

Maya collapsed on the bed, writhing gently against the sheets. Every stretch of her body felt delicious and the soft sheets felt like a warm caress against her skin. Paul’s hands settled on her thighs and the heat of his touch felt normal. For once, they felt like they were the same temperature. 

His lips started to kiss the inside of her thigh, quickly gliding up to her center before he took a deep breath of her and dove in. The groan that emanated from him made her shudder. Maya’s cheeks reddened. She was already soaked, but every swipe of his tongue between her legs was like a bolt of lightning up her spine. 

Maya could vaguely hear herself beg—his name, pleadings, promises, needs. But she was still lost in that heady haze. She felt him rise up above her and then the taste of her bloomed on her lips as he kissed her. There was urgency in his touch, but when she gripped his biceps, he slowed as if remembering himself. 

Nothing had ever felt like this. Maya felt as Paul gently pressed against her opening, but he waited, pulling back from their kiss to look down at her. 

“Ready?” his voice came out husky and deep. Maya exhaled, her eyes hooded as she breathed a quick: “Yes, yes please.” 

He slid all the way home and Maya’s back arched off the bed as she let out a startled yelp. He felt…much, much bigger. Was he always this big? The stretch was overwhelming and even with how wet she was, she felt every inch of him within her. Paul let out a low moan into her ear and paused, trying to catch his breath. 

“Paul, ah, fuck!” Maya gasped between small whines. Each time she moved, seemingly involuntarily against him, she felt a snap of pain and then aching relief within her. 

“My, fuck, I know baby, just—you feel so,” he let out a laugh against her throat. He was shaking all over. Maya whined and rotated her hips ever so slightly and felt him cinch tighter inside her. 

“How are you—,” another gasp of air, “This big? It feels—” 

“Amazing,” he leaned up to look down at her, trying a tentative push against her, “You feel amazing, baby.” 

She had to admit, besides the slightly uncomfortable stretch at her opening where he seemed to bulge larger than before, he did feel incredible inside of her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her nipples tight peaks that rose and fell, grazing against his chest with every breath. 

“Let me just..” he groaned again as he shifted inside of her and Maya swallowed hard. He brought one of her knees up and stretched her open more. Her back automatically bowed off of the bed and Paul’s eyes coasted down the length of her in awe. 

His hands gripped around her ribcage as he leaned back and started to press slowly in and out of her. Maya was lost, her head was swimming, and she felt like she was on fire. Every stroke felt like she would split in two but each time he withdrew it was like a new ache bloomed in her, waiting to be filled. 

She watched him above her, his eyes transfixed on her naked body, heated and hungry, and something within her just snapped. Her whole body shook and his mouth fell open as he watched her come undone quickly. There was nothing like this. She didn’t know how it felt this way, but she never wanted it to end. 

As soon as her orgasm rinsed through her, Paul still pushing slowly into her, she gasped, her eyes widening as realization rocketed through her. “Fuck! Stop, stop!” 

“Wh-what?! What’s wrong?” He was over her in a second, his hand coming to cup her cheeks as she pushed against his chest roughly, “My, what is it?” 

“Condom! We need a fucking condom, fuck!” He was still inside of her and Maya couldn’t help but arch her hips into him with a whimper. 

“Why? My, we talked about this, it’s just superstition,” he pleaded in between heavy pants. She could tell it was killing him not to move. His eyes were wild as he clenched his jaw. 

“No, I don’t have any…Fuck! I got my IUD taken out,” she was frantic now. Paul stilled, his eyes wide. 

“What?” his voice was low, that same gravelly, heated tone coating his words. “You’re not—” 

“I didn’t know you were going to be back and I had an appointment to get a new one put in in New York before you were supposed to meet me out there,” she was still pushing slightly against his chest, but his eyes had a far away look to them, his mouth hung open, and he was still inside her. “PAUL!” 

“Fuck! Okay, hold on,” he looked down between them and gently tried to pull out of her. He was wedged so tightly inside of her, Maya threw her head back and screamed at the sensation. It was neither painful, nor pleasurable, but just left a harsh aching behind that had her pulse ratcheting up. When he finally pulled all the way out, Maya sucked in a breath and looked between them. 

“Did you come?” she was shaking from the adrenaline, from the ache, she didn’t know. He shook his head still looking down at her before replying. 

“No, not yet.” 

“Okay, okay. Good,” Maya breathed, falling back onto the pillows. She was thoroughly wound up now and tried to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. “Just, grab a condom and we can keep going,” she nearly begged. He moved soundlessly to the nightstand, methodical and quick. 

By the time Maya had leaned up on her elbows to look at him, she saw both her body and his were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He rolled the condom tightly onto his shaft, wincing as he did. 

“Ready?” she said in a whisper. He looked up at her, but his face was unreadable. He was still panting, but he nodded. 

“Turn over,” he didn’t give her a moment to comprehend his request before grabbing one of her knees and flipping her onto her belly, “Ass up,” he directed, pulling her hips up. Maya’s heart thumped wildly as she felt him rub his now covered tip against her opening and slid back in. It was just as tight as the first time but Maya rocked through the discomfort. Paul was a man possessed behind her, pulling her hips tightly back onto his as he thrust into her. 

She was quickly coming apart again beneath him and this time, she closed her eyes, biting down against the pillow as he hammered home inside of her. Stars popped behind her eyelids and she heard a deafening moan around her. She wasn’t sure if it was her or Paul. Maybe it was both of them, but whatever it was, she could feel him tightening again inside of her. As her body contracted and flooded with warmth, his thrusts began to stutter and suddenly he was unable to move at all inside of her. 

He leaned over her back, panting and dripping sweat, “Don’t..Don’t move,” he pleaded. She could feel him twitch inside of her. The feeling of it was euphoric. Every breath she pulled in tightened her belly and made her acutely aware of every inch of him, making her shudder and ripple with pleasure. 

Maya thought she might actually pass out with how much she was feeling all at once. She was both too hot and pleasantly burning. A matchstick, set alight. Maya moved ever so slightly, curving her hips away from him and froze when he let out a pained moan. She looked over her shoulder at him and he placed his hand on her lower back. 

“Stay still, baby. Just for a minute…let me just…” he was absently kissing and nibbling on her shoulder to placate her. 

“Are you okay?” Maya said, breathlessly. Paul let out a soft huff of air that almost sounded like a laugh. 

“Yeah, honey, I just… need to calm down a bit,” his other hand found her hip and he squeezed tightly. “You were so good for me, My.” He chuckled a bit as if just as taken aback as she was by their shared euphoria. 

Maya glowed at the praise but couldn’t help from wiggling at the sensation of him between her thighs. After a few moments, Paul eased out of her slowly as Maya collapsed completely on the bed. She turned over to stare up at him as he sat back on his knees, head lifted to the ceiling, as sweat poured off of him. She’d never seen him so…undone. 

Her eyes sparkled with delight and she couldn’t help but smile mischievously up at him. He took a few more breaths before lowering his head to gaze down at her and laughed again. 

“What?” he smiled that warm, signature smile of his and it made butterflies burst in her belly. 

“Nothing, you’re just…sort of beautiful, is all,” she replied softly. He nodded as if he hadn’t expected her to say anything else and got up with a groan, padding over to the bathroom. 

Maya propped herself up on the covers and waited until he came back with a warm washcloth. He gently cleaned between her legs and wiped himself off before collapsing on the bed next to her. Maya snuggled into the crook of his arm and in no time, they had both drifted off to sleep, their equal warmth radiating off one another. 

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“I don’t think I’m going to make it this weekend either. The shipment just came in and it’s looking rough,” Maya could hear the crackle of disappointment in Paul’s voice as she hurried across campus. The biting cold made her nose run and hard pellets of snow pelted her forehead. Maya heard a distinct crashing sound on the line and couldn’t help but wince as an onslaught of expletives spilled from Paul’s mouth. 

“It’s okay. I’m just getting over this stupid cold anyway and I really need to meet with my thesis advisor this week to start getting plugged into my lab options,” Maya blew out a huff of air, walking through the quickly dispersing fog of it. She fished a tissue out of her pocket that Rosalie had kept stashed there for her and wiped her constant running nose. 

At least she was starting to feel better. Her labs had a wicked cold run through all the students and Maya was seemingly the last to recover. Everyone had been coughing and hacking for what felt like weeks. She felt like she was through the worst of it though and with her newfound surge of energy, she really wanted to dig into prep for her thesis. The spring semester always flew by and before she knew it, she would be in her final year as an undergrad at Columbia. The thought made her head spin. 

“My, it’s New Years. Shouldn’t you be enjoying yourself?” Paul reasserted. Maya pulled open the heavy door to the main library and relished at the warmth washing over her. 

She’d barely taken a break even over Christmas. Paul had planned to come see her for her Christmas break, but Jacob had held him back, citing some weird disappearance up North that he had to check in with the Cullens about in Alaska. So, Paul had stayed behind for the pack. 

Despite Paul’s effusive apologizing, it hadn’t bothered Maya at all. She and Rosalie and Emmett had spent a great weekend together. Truth be told, it was the most sleep Maya had gotten since she’d flown back after fall break. But still Paul had felt guilty for not coming sooner like he’d promised, despite Maya’s placating. 

“I enjoyed myself last week,” Maya breathed a sigh of relief as she unwound her scarf. Her lab was quiet during the weekends. “It’s fine, babe. Just come whenever the work stuff blows over, I’ll be here.” Maya reassured him. He sounded stressed and she just wanted to see him, but piling on him more wasn’t what he needed right now. “Did Jake make it back okay?”

“Yeah,” there was a long pause as Paul blew out breath and Maya unpacked her bag slowly. 

“And?” she prompted. 

“And,” Paul sounded distracted, “And I might have to go with him next time.” 

“Next time?” That piqued Maya’s curiosity. 

“Yeah, there’s apparently more going on up there than we thought. I’m not really sure on all the details but—Fuck! My, baby, I gotta go,” a flurry of voices sounded in the background, along with some very angry beeping. 

“Okay! Good luck,” she called out. 

“You too,” he managed before the line disconnected. Maya let out a sigh and stared down at her lab notebook. She wasn’t disappointed that he wasn’t going to make it out here for new years, but she had hoped they’d see each other sooner rather than later. 

At least there was still the work ahead of her. 

Maya sat on the lab stool, blew her nose for the millionth time, and dug into her work. 

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Rosalie asked from behind Maya as she fluffed her perfectly curled blonde hair. Maya sighed and shook her head, adjusting her corset top with  Renaissance themed artwork painted across it. She had found it in the Village earlier that week on a rare shopping outing that Rosalie had insisted on. 

“I’m sure. I’m meeting everyone at Giordi’s in like half an hour,” Maya insisted. Her nose was only slightly red from the last little bit of her cold, but honestly it weirdly brightened her face. 

“Okay, well call me or Emmett if you’re over it and want a rescue,” Rosalie insisted. Maya nodded as she dusted her makeup brush across her bronzer and blended along the contours of her face. 

“I will, now go have fun!” Rosalie burst with a smile at that, so incredibly lovely and eerily glowing. Maya was never put off by their strange beauty, but more so fascinated by it. Like a scientist wanting to observe and study a new culture. Rosalie floated out of the room gracefully, her golden shift dress sparkling as she went. 

 Maya took a last sip of water, donned her heavy Gucci black puffer coat and zipped up the sides of her leather heeled boots. She promised herself she’d stay for at least a few hours, just until midnight, and then she could come home and crawl into bed. While her cold had dissipated, the stress of her thesis and subtly avoiding Arden had tanked her energy. 

She was exhausted, and the stress of it all wasn’t lending herself to sleeping well. She tossed and turned most nights and when she woke up, Maya would often text or even call Paul. It was like an impulse and just hearing his voice or seeing him type out a reply was like a salve to her anxiety. 

The walk to Giordi’s was only about six blocks, but Maya caught a cab anyway, using the excuse of her heeled leather boots to sink warmly into the backseat and nearly float away from the already persistent tiredness. 

The ride was short and as Maya spilled out of the cab, she watched as eager partygoers poured into the restaurant. There was a hidden club downstairs that flaunted an impressive amount of a space for how unassuming the little restaurant was. Maya made her way in with the crowd, scanning for her friends and cohort. 

It didn’t take long once she got downstairs to find them huddled around one side of the elongated bar. She bounced over and smiled, ready to put as much energy forward as she could muster and determined to have a good time. 

They all cheered in unison when they saw her and Jamie, her energetic lab partner pulled her into a side hug before handing her a shot of something. Maya took a whiff and nearly gagged. 

“This smells like lighter fluid, what is it?” she grimaced. Jamie and a few of the others laughed before knocking back their own shots. 

“It’s just vodka,” Jamie reassured her as she threw back her own shot, sans chaser. Maya felt like gagging but choked back the shot, feeling her stomach roil painfully. Not a good idea. 

“UGH!” she groaned, shaking her head. 

“Come on!” Toby, a boy in her cohort beckoned, “You gotta catch up, we’ve been here for at least an hour.” Maya shook her head aggressively and leaned on the bar to order a water. 

“No chance,” she called over her shoulder to them. They already looked pretty drunk, or on their way to being so, but Maya didn’t have any interest in getting hammered tonight. She was hoping to get up a little early tomorrow to get her outline finished and over to her thesis advisor. 

Have fun. Relax. That little voice inside of her head begged at her. Funny how it almost sounded like Pauls’ voice. She would have fun, just maybe not the drunken, disorderly fun they were all expecting on new years eve. 

Maya stayed close to her friends, sipping a diet coke she had lied and told them was spiked. They were all having a great time, and even she had to admit, she was having fun, even if she wasn’t dancing wildly in the pounding club like her friends. Instead, she stayed tucked into the bar, swaying her hips to the music and watching out as people cheered and bobbed to the crescendoing music. 

Maya glanced up at the giant digital clock suspended over the dance floor to denote the countdown to midnight. Only an hour left and she could sneak away. Her bed sounded amazing right now. As she turned to order a refill, she felt a warm presence sidle up behind her and before she could turn, a warm voice said in her ear: “Hey you.” 

Maya whipped around and looked up to see: “Noah!” she cried out. He laughed, his sweet, familiar face beaming down at her. She crashed into him in a tight hug that he joyfully returned. 

“What’s up, My-pie?!” he crooned. 

“When did you get back?!” He had been gone for the entire semester, studying at a sister college in the UK for his thesis and working closely with a think tank to develop some really exciting research about clean energy. 

“About an hour ago,” he looked down at his watch and laughed, “What are you drinking?” he nodded to the diet coke that the bartender slid back toward Maya. 

“Oh, uh, rum and coke?” she offered the lie easily and he nodded. The bartender asked what he wanted and he ordered a whiskey, neat. Maya arched an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, I’m not really looking to get hammered either,” he said genially as he leaned against the bar. Maya sagged with relief and smiled. “Jet lag,” he offered as an excuse. Maya nodded seriously and then broke out into a smile. Noah was here. 

They had barely seen each other since the summer and she really had missed him. They fell into easy conversation as well as they could around the pulsating music for a bit. Her crowd of friends barrelled back over once they saw Noah and demanded another round of shots. Maya insisted she had to use the bathroom and snuck off in search of it. 

“Hurry back!” Noah pleaded as he nodded toward the impending clock. Only fifteen minutes until midnight. The bar was being overrun with people trying to order a fresh drink before the new year. 

Maya weaved through the crowd and thankfully found the nearly empty bathroom. She quickly peed and took some deep breaths to try and quell her stomach that still hadn’t stopped panging angrily since that initial shot. In the stall next to her, someone heaved and threw up into the toilet. Maya tried to breathe through her mouth so as to avoid the smell of vomit sneaking under the stall, but it was no use. It hit her like a bus and before she knew it, she was arched over the toilet, spilling the contents of her stomach into the dirty toilet below. 

What the fuck was she doing here? Maya wiped the beading sweat away from her forehead and tried to gulp down some air before she threw up once more. With shaking hands she lifted herself up and staggered out to the sink. Now that the rogue shot was cleared from her stomach, she felt better, but was still shaking slightly with adrenaline. Her phone buzzed in her bag and Maya ignored it. 

Instead, she thoroughly rinsed her mouth out and popped a breath mint before braving the crowded club again. She was just going to tell Noah she was going to catch a cab home. It wasn’t worth it and she desperately wanted to be in her bed at this moment. 

If she was being honest with herself though, she desperately wished Paul was here. It wasn’t like the aching absence that the imprint had thrust upon her before—no that hadn’t happened since before fall break. Instead, it was just a present longing that threatened to make Maya tear up. The door to the bathroom swung open and a girl stumbled in, bracing herself on the sink next to Maya. 

Maya took another moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead and dampen the back of her neck with some cold water before she turned to leave, but the girl stopped her. 

“Hey! Oh, fuck,” the girl winced slightly and looked at Maya, her eyes not quite focusing on her. “Do you have a tampon?” 

“Oh!” Maya exclaimed as she started to dig in her purse, “Yeah, one sec,” as she rummaged in her purse, a pit fell to the bottom of her stomach. She grabbed the tampon from her full supply in her bag and handed it to the girl who slurred her thanks and trudged off toward an open stall. 

Maya stared vacantly at the door to the bathroom, trying to slow her breathing. The muffled sounds of the club beat just beyond the door and she wanted to go home. Now. 

As she made her way across the crowded dance floor to cheers and cries as the final few minutes to midnight began, she spotted Noah among a clump of her friends just off to the side of the dance floor. He caught her eye and waved frantically at her. Maya tried to keep her shoulders back and her mind clear so as not to give away any unnecessary worry on her face. 

“My! You almost missed it!” Noah cried out as he pointed to the clock overhead. The final minute until midnight began and people began cheering as the DJ lowered the music so people could countdown at the ten second mark. 

“Sorry, I just…I think I’m actually going to head home,” Maya yelled over the loud crowd chattering and hollering around her. 

“What?!” Noah shouted back as he leaned down to hear her better. 

“I think I’m gonna head home!” she repeated in his ear. Noah leaned up and looked at her face, opening his mouth as if to protest and then he looked behind her, his face cracking into a friendly smile. 

“TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX!” Maya’s eyes widened as she looked at Noah in confusion and then she heard a warm, deep voice in her ear. 

“There you are.” 

Maya whirled around and her heart nearly stuttered to a full stop as her mouth hung open in genuine surprise. 

“FOUR, THREE, TWO,” the crowd continued. 

“Paul!” Maya gasped as she automatically fell into his arms. 

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!” the crowd shouted in unison. 

Paul leaned down slowly, his arms wrapped warmly around her as his hands snaked her waists. He kissed her gently and Maya stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms up around his neck as she pressed more firmly into the kiss. All around them, people were kissing and cheering as sparkling confetti fluttered down from the ceiling and was caught glimmering in the lights of the club. When they finally pulled apart, Paul’s eyes were hooded with deep adoration. Maya couldn’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes now as the longing she felt just moments ago rapidly dissolved, replacing it with an overwhelming joy. 

“Happy new year, Maya,” he said warmly. 

“Happy new year,” she smiled, “You’re here.” 

“I am,” he said, swaying her gently from side to side as Auld Lang Syne played softly from the speakers and people sang along. “I figured, since I’d already missed a couple of our dates, I wasn’t going to be late to this one.” 

Late. Late. Late. Late. 

Maya’s heartbeat sped up and she smiled shakily. “I’m just glad you’re here now,” she shook her head and pressed her body more firmly against his. 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he leaned down to kiss her forehead, turning her gently to the music, “I love you.” 

Maya closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, “I love you too.” 

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Three: The Message

A/N: Being a God has its perks; strength, accelerated healing, stamina...

Word Count: 2200

Rating: Mature

Tags: Loki being a spoiled prince, implied smut, nothing too graphic

Chapter Index

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*

Loki was famished by the time he had finished with the maid from the library. He had made her come three more times before he left her. He took her from behind in front of the fireplace. He had her on her back on the chaise. And the first time he took her, he lowered her onto himself, and she rode him hard while they were still on the sofa.

He forgot to ask for her name, but he made another mental note: ‘Housemaid, short, blonde: good kisser, eager to please, deft hands, comes easily.’

He walked swiftly through the palace with a broad smile, wholly sated but starving. He walked straight for his chambers, taking long strides. His library adventure had occupied most of the early evening, and he missed dinner in the main hall. Not that he cared much; while his parents were away on business, all the courtiers had been demanding too much of his attention, boring him with their tales of inferred affronts or trying to engage him in other political discussions.

“Brother!”  Distracted by his daydreams, he almost ran into his brother, Thor, as he reached the top of the staircase. “I was looking for you at dinner.”

“I missed it,” he said, not slowing his pace.

“I do not dare guess why,” Thor observed the flush in his usually pale cheeks, the messy state of his usually kempt hair, and the disheveled look of his clothes. Not to mention the enormous smile pasted on his face. “Either you just won a fight, or you were dipping your wick somewhere.”

“You are too clever, Brother. I can keep no secret from you. I am just back from the training grounds.”

“Obviously.”  Thor rolled his eyes at his brother’s weak attempt at deception. Loki’s promiscuous reputation was hardly a secret. Ever since he was a teenager, he had basked in the fleshly attention he received after growing into his looks. It was even rumored that he lost his virginity while in the company of two maidens from his history class.

He frequently seduced servants, nobles, and even commoners living in the capital city surrounding the palace. It was a power he loved wielding. He always made sure it was a win-win situation. He relished giving pleasure as much as he loved receiving it. He always used the proper spells to shield himself from getting a child on someone or catching an infection.

When Loki did court, it lasted only a short time. He found keeping company with the same person became tedious after a while. He usually broke things off before the other person got any ideas that it could be a long-term endeavor.

Thor, on the other hand, preferred to court his partners and only took them to bed once promises of commitment were exchanged.

“If you will excuse me now, Brother, I have worked up quite the appetite today and am desperate for a bath.” 

“Of course. But if you could spare some time before breakfast, I would like to get your thoughts on the message from Mother.”  Loki reached into his pocket, double-checking that he remembered the envelope.

“Yes. Yes. Nothing would make me happier.” 

Thor’s eyebrows shot up, “You haven’t read it yet, have you?” 

“Of course not. I told you I have had a hectic day—lots of meetings…and physical… combat training. I am ravenous. I will look it over once I have eaten, I promise.”

“It’s important.”  Thor gave him a serious look.

“Of course. You have my word.”

“I will meet with you here before breakfast then. Rest well, Brother.”  Thor left Loki at the double doors to his apartment.

Loki called for his chambermaid as soon as he entered his sitting room.

“Your Highness,” the maid called Sera responded with a deep curtesy.

“Draw my bath and lay out my robe. Send for my dinner, something hearty, and have it set up by the fire when I get out of the tub.”

“Right away, My Prince.”  She hurried off to the bathroom that lay just beyond Loki’s bedroom.

He removed the message from his mother, still sealed with wax in its parchment envelope. He thought about opening it now but recalling his brother’s face when he asked about it; he decided to wait until he was fed and comfortable. He left it on his desk and sunk into his chair. The activities of the day played on repeat in his mind.

“Your bath is ready, Your Highness.”

Loki headed to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

“Make sure those are cleaned and pressed,” he ordered unnecessarily as the chambermaid followed behind him, gathering the laundry as she went.

“Yes, My Prince.”

Loki sunk into the deep bathtub, submerging himself to wet his hair. Sera pulled a basket and a stool out of a nearby cabinet and settled down next to the tub. She selected the shampoo from the basket and began washing his hair. She used her nails to massage his scalp just the way he liked.

“Divine,” he whispered.

“Head back, please.” 

He obliged as she rinsed his hair with a large pitcher filled with warm water and lavender essence. She gently wrung out the water from his shoulder-length tresses when all the suds were gone. Next, she took her time massaging the lavender conditioning oils into his scalp with the pads of her fingers.

She loved hearing the little sounds of pleasure the prince made while she was caring for him. It made her so proud of the job she did. She would do, and has done, anything the prince desired. She combed all the knots from his hair, loving how it felt like black silk under her fingers.

“May I join you in the bath tonight, Your Highness? I could scrub your back like last time.” She kept her voice low and quiet behind him.

“As wonderful as that sounds, I am afraid I will have to pass tonight.”  As if on cue, Loki’s stomach growled loudly. “I will finish washing. You go and check on my dinner.”

“Yes, My Prince.” She sounded disappointed as she placed a stack of clean towels on the stool she just vacated. “You must be starving. I will make haste.”

Loki finished his bath; exiting the tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He took another towel and started patting his top half dry.

Looking in the mirror, he admired his “battle scars.” Light blue and purple mouth-sized bruises at the base of his neck, chest, and abdomen, and fingernail scratches on his back and buttocks. He gave himself a broad smile in the mirror.

‘Not bad for a day’s work,’ he thought to himself. Fortunately, as a God imbued with the magic of the Æsir, he had accelerated healing; soon there would be no trace of his lusty activities.

In his bedroom, he found his favorite robe lying across his bed. He put it on over his naked body, tying the sash loosely around his waist.

His dinner awaited him as he entered the front room of his chambers. He settled in at the little table beside the fireplace and ate his fill, enjoying every morsel. Clean and with a full belly, Loki was enjoying the warmth of the fire, almost ready to fall asleep in his chair as Sera came over to clean up.

Loki perked up slightly as he took in the view of the curve of her bum as she leaned over the table to clear it. “Thank you for your service, sweetling. You are the finest chambermaid I have ever had.”  She followed his eyes as he ran his gaze traveled over her body.

She blushed as she stacked the dishes on the tray. “It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Highness.”  She carried the tray to the table by the chamber’s main entrance and quickly returned to the prince’s side. She stared at his bare chest peeking out from his loose robe, heat rising in her body. “May I…will you be requiring-” Loki’s mouth cut her off. He kissed her deeply, wrapped one hand around her waist, and raised the other to massage her breast as he stood up from his chair.

“You have already served me so well tonight. Take the rest of the night off. I have work to do.”  She looked stricken as he stepped away from her toward his desk. “And tomorrow morning as well. I think I still remember how to dress myself.”  He picked up the message from his mother and eyed it warily.

“If you please, it would be my pleasure, My Prince.” She moved to his side again.

“Oh, of that, I am sure,” Loki said, chuckling, laying the envelope back on the desk. “I cannot have you getting too attached to me, sweetling. I will ruin you for all other men.”

Feeling emboldened, she untied the sash holding Loki’s robe closed. Her eyes drank in his beautiful, naked body. Her heart raced, and her skin felt like fire. She ran her hands down his chest, looking up at his ocean-blue eyes.

“Please?” she asked meekly.

“Mmmm….” He kissed her gently. “So bold.” He took her face into both of his hands. “I do have work to do.” He kissed her again. “But you do taste so sweet.” 

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body to his. “I have an early meeting with my brother, pet.” He gave her a deep kiss, pulling her hair ribbon, letting her hair fall from the knot on the top of her head like a chestnut waterfall down to her waist.

“He will be very cross with me if I am ill-prepared,” he kissed her again. He was untying her apron behind her back. “You should go sleep in your quarters tonight. I need my rest.”  She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, and looked up at Loki with mock sad eyes. He laughed and kissed her bottom lip before nipping it with his teeth.

“Let me warm your bed tonight, My Prince, and in the morning, I will wake you for your early meeting.” She raised her tiptoes so that her mouth was close to Loki’s ear, “I will wake you with my mouth. If it would please my Prince.” She ran her hand over his hip and cradled his length in her palm.

With that, the last bit of Loki’s resolve faltered. The message from his mother was all but forgotten as he lifted Sera from the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bedroom and threw her down on the bed.

Despite already having had copious amounts of sex that day, Loki obliged the chambermaid for hours more until she was happy and sated. She was amorous and eager, and he was delighted to please her. He was exhausted by the time she finally drifted off to sleep.

It was well after midnight when he slipped from the bed, pulling on his robe; he tried to make as little noise as possible as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

As much as he wanted to stay tangled up with the naked sleeping woman in his warm bed, he finally needed to read that message from his mother. He promised Thor, and Loki always kept his promises to his brother.

He carried the envelope to one of the large leather armchairs near the fireplace. With a wave of his hand, the fire roared back to life. Sinking in and getting comfortable, Loki took a deep breath and broke the wax seal. His eyes glided quickly over the paper covered in his mother’s elegant handwriting.

As he read, several emotions crossed his beautiful face: amusement, concern, horror, and finally, disbelief. He shook his head.

‘How? How could they do this to me? Mother knows my feelings. How could she think this is a good idea?’  As exhausted as he was a few minutes earlier, he made no move to return to his bed and the young beauty it held. Instead, he sat and stared into the fire, silently reeling from the news he had just received.

            ‘My dearest boys, your father and I continue our diplomatic tour of Asgard, hearing from the people and meeting with the Lords and Ladies of the realm.

We recently spent several weeks in the North. It is sparsely populated but extraordinarily rich in resources. Your father and I toured an emerald mine, visited the home of a local cattle farmer, and spent quite a bit of time with the Warden of the North, Lord Anderson and his family.

Which brings me to the main purpose of this letter. Your father was quite taken with their family’s story. Lord and Lady Anderson lost both of their sons and only male heirs in the battle of Svolder, leaving the sizeable demesne without an heir.

Your father, our King, has agreed to the betrothal of their daughter, Sigyn, to you, my sweet prince Loki. The betrothal contract has been signed and witnessed. You will inherit Smaragdberg on your wife’s behalf when Lord Anderson passes on to Valhalla. Until then, you and your bride will live at the palace and be tutored in Feudalism.

Your father wanted to wait to tell you when we returned, but I wanted you boys to hear it from me first. This is quite the announcement to have sprung on you in a letter. I am sorry to break the news to you in this way. Please forgive me.

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 7

Summary:  Cole takes you out riding

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, skinny dipping, fingering, oral sex (F&M receiving), swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.8K

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Cole walks through his parents garage, not looking for anything in particular, just looking.  Digging through a few old tools when he comes across something he hadn’t seen in years.  His dad’s old motorcycle, covered up and still looking every bit as new as the last time he’d seen it.  It was beautiful and kept, and just the perfect thing to enjoy time with you.  Cole would never just outright take the vehicle.  Tapping his fingers on the body of the bike, he decides it’s best to just go and ask his parents.

He trots into the kitchen, making sure to give his mom a cheek kiss, and then he goes into the living room.  Running his fingers smoothly over his dad’s hand, and he looks up at his only son smiling, “Found the old bike,” Cole tells his dad, and grabs the pipe out of his father’s hand who glares at him.  “Really?  More tobacco?”

“Let me die in peace.  I smoked, let me smoke.”

“Why are you mentioning the bike?” His mom brings her husband his breakfast.  Her hands pet over his cheek, and then moves to brush the hair away from his weathered face.  

“I was wanting to take it out,” his dad looks up at him curiously, but nods his head.  “I’m pretty sure everything is still in working condition.”

“You’re very eager.”

“Dale,” his mother giggles at him.  Taking a seat at the couch beside her husband she looks up at her handsome son.  She was so proud of him, and beyond excited to have him back in her life.  “Would this have something to do with the girl you had a date with in the orchard?”

“Yes,” he had been waiting for this conversation.  He was a grown man, but still the idea of having this conversation with his mom made him cringe.  He had been trying to just enjoy his time with you.  By enjoying his time, he was learning to care for you.  It definitely wasn’t love, but he knew that it was growing.  Wanted to make any excuse to see you.  It had become a daily thing at this point.  You or him was always showing up on each other’s doorsteps.

“How many weeks has this lasted?”

“Mom.” “Rachel.”

“I’m just saying.  You’re a handsome man, I don’t know why you felt the need to be a philanderer,” Cole sighs embarrassedly, looking away from his mother.  His crystal blue eyes staring at the ceiling and refusing to make a comment on that.  “Oh, come on, Cole.  It is what it is.  Had I had known you would have taken all the time to get married or give me grandchildren, I would have had other children.  So tell me about this girl that has captivated more than just your body?”

“She’s adorable,” Rachel tilts her head to the side with a proud smile towards her son.  “She doesn’t want to leave here, but she wants to take time off to be able to travel and go.  She likes the ambiance of the small town life, but she doesn’t think like these people.  She actually takes no crap from men.  No matter how hard they try for a date.  She hasn’t dated, and honestly that scared me.”

“How old is this girl, son?” Dale lifts his hand up as if to take a drag from his pipe, only to realize it wasn’t in his hand.

“Twenty.  I know, but in my mind I’m probably twenty.  It takes a long time for men to fully develop, and yes, I’m taking my time with her.  So quit judging me.”

“How did you meet her?” Rachel lifts up a glass of sweet tea, and sips on it a moment.  “You don’t get out too much, and then this happened.  So I’m curious, how did you meet her?”

“Her parents own the general store,” while Rachel wiggles around a bit, her smile getting larger, Cole turns around to look out of the window.  Their house sat right in the middle of the orchard, high on a hill.  Nothing but apple trees as far as the eye could see.  Except over in the distance, you could see a driveway lined in peach trees, and a small quaint farmhouse.  It was like he was destined to have you in his life.

“I had to go in to get some things for the house, and she was there.  There was something about her.  She doesn’t get involved in the small town talk or the congregation chats.  She does her job, smiles, and then works on a book.  She wants to be a writer.  And she has this sweet little distant look in her eyes, and yeah, I can’t help it, there’s this part of me that wants to take care of her.”

“Maybe because she’s twenty,” Dale chuckles at his own joke, but then with a deep and painful cough, he stops to take a drink of sweet tea.

“No, it’s more than that.  She needs me.  Like we went to the swinging bridge, and she tried to be all cool about it, and she’s terrified of heights.  I had to carry her away from the situation, and I have never felt more — needed or wanted.  In that moment she allowed herself to be vulnerable with me, and she barely knew me, and she didn’t care.  She just needed me.”

“Son,” Rachel starts, setting her glass down to fully look at her son.  He lit up while he was talking about you.  She didn’t even know the names of the other girls, and here her son was telling her things about you.  What he liked, and maybe even why he liked it.  “She sounds young and inexperienced.”

“Wow.”

“No, listen.  With girls, it’s different.  It just is.  You’re literally letting someone into your body.  Tread lightly with this.  I’m sure her parents wouldn’t think kindly of you making their daughter the talk of the town because of a mistake.”

“She’s not a mistake.  She’s…well, she’s different,” Cole bites at his lower lip.  It was easy to have sinful thoughts of you dancing around in his head.  But honestly, his favorite thing was thinking of the way your smile looked in the sun.  The way your melodic giggle always made him laugh right along with you.  You helped him forget for a moment how uncertain his father’s life was.  

But his favorite was the way you looked while you drifted to sleep on his chest.  He had never had that level of intimacy.  Completely clothed, and things felt so raw and sweet.  And he had never taken the time to notice what someone looked like on him.  He was usually calling a cab to get them.  You were different.  If he could find a way to keep you with him all night, every night, without freaking you out, he would.

“She’s not a mistake, mom.  She’s…she’s…”

“Son, you’re going to hurt yourself trying to think of another word besides love,” Cole shakes his head rapidly, trying to deny what he had growing within him.  “Fine, keep pretending.  The key to the bike is in dad’s office.  Have fun today.  Take a blanket.  You know where would be nice?”

“The pond,” his dad’s voice scratches out.  “It’s secluded.  There’s a big field there, plenty of trails to go on, and no one to bother you.  I think that’s a great place.  And it isn’t far from here, in case that stupid bike breaks down.  We’ll come and get you.”

“The pond?” Cole thinks about how it was in fact away from everyone.  Beautiful untouched land, and one where he had hoped one day he could have his own house built there.  It was in a valley, plenty of shade and trees, and complete privacy.  No neighbors.  It would be amazing.  And just perfect to show you around.

Taking a bite out of your sandwich, Loretta stands at the door, pawing on the floor.  Her brown eyes turn back to look at you before she starts barking loudly, “Loretta Lynn, you quit that right now,” she continues her barking until you walk out on the porch with her.  That handsome man comes up the driveway on a motorcycle, and you can’t help but to feel those pesky butterflies in your stomach.  He made you happy.  

Stopping only to lean forward on the handlebars, smiling from ear to ear.  “What cha doing, Bee?”

“I was eating a sandwich.  Would you like one?”

“I think I would,” there was something about the way his foot pushed down the kickstand, and he throws his leg over the seat that had you gulping, and turning quickly to walk inside.  With a quick pounding of his feet he comes up behind you.  His arms wrap around your waste, and he pulls you flush against his hard body.  Cole peppers kisses over your shoulders, and you tilt your neck to the side where he hungrily nibbles on your sensitive skin.

“You thought you were going to walk back inside without giving me a kiss?”

“I didn’t know you wanted one,” it was almost impossible to choke those words out.  Your hand reaches behind you, and you weave your fingers through his fluffy locks.  Obsessed with the way he was making you feel.

“I always want a kiss from you, Bee.  You got some peanut butter and jelly?” With him still wrapped around your waist you waddle the two of you over to the table, and slide a bowl towards him.  “What’s this?”

“Peanut butter and apple jelly.”

“Aw, honey, you shouldn’t have.  You know a way to a man’s heart, huh?”

“It’s a classic.  Don’t flatter yourself,” despite your words, you were softly rubbing your fingers over his forearm.  The other hand, back to playing with his hair, and when he pulls off you quickly, he has to look away, pretending he didn’t see that pouty face.  “When did you get a motorcycle?”

“It’s my dad’s.  I thought you might like to ride around the property.”

“Is it safe?”

“Do you think I would hurt you?” You exaggerate a thinking face, pretending to contemplate if this gentle man would ever hurt you.  “Brat.”

“Uh!” There that little stomp of your foot was.  You were definitely a brat.  “That isn’t fair.”

“Then get on the back of my bike, and go with me.  After I eat my peanut butter and jelly though.”

“Fine.  But…Do we get to kiss?”

“Whenever you want to kiss, Bumblebee, you just lean in and kiss me,” you bite at your lip, and take a step forward, your finger weaves under a belt loop, and you pull his hip forward, but hesitate, “You can’t be doing that if you’re not going to…” you don’t want him to finish.  

With a hand wrapped around his neck, you pull him down to your mouth.  Not hesitating to brush your tongue on his lips and tasting the sandwich on him.  Cole reciprocates by sucking on your tongue, causing a spew of whimpers to release.  Laying his sandwich down, both hands grab at your hips, and he picks you up to sit on the counter.  His thick frame pushes in between your legs, and you pull him tighter to you.

Cole can’t help but to pull you closer.  Have your ass sitting right at the edge of the counter so you’re forced to wrap your legs around him, and cling tight to his waist.  This felt right, and better than anything he could remember.  Just kissing you felt better than any woman.  Grabbing onto his hand, you place it on your tit, and he pulls off of you with a pop, “We should probably go,” smirking as he glances down at where you put his hand before dropping it.  

“Just let me finish my sandwich,” he takes a big bite and smiles through his chewing.  “What?”

“Nothing,” you were annoyed.  You don't know what you were doing, but you wanted things to go further.  You spent every evening with Cole and it was always kissing.  Just kissing.  You wanted him to touch you.  Cole, however, enjoyed seeing you frustrated.  There was something about the way you would turn your chin up, and try to act like him pulling away wasn’t bothering you.  When in fact, it got under your skin.

Finishing up, he pulls you out of the house, and you leave the lazy Loretta laying in her bed. ��And you follow an excited Cole out the door.  Waiting for him to get on the bike, before you join him.  Arms wrap around him immediately as you enjoy a nice summer ride.  There wasn’t a destination, just Cole showing you his family property.

He drops his hand randomly, so he can caress it on top of your hand.  Your fingers was dangerously low.  Settled over his crotch, and he was supposed to not think about it.  Had to keep his mind on the trail, and make sure he wasn’t going to hit some tree.  He was almost positive you were completely oblivious, and if it wasn’t for your chin resting on his shoulder, he might have lost it all together.  Thankfully the pond wasn’t far away, because he could use some cooling off.

You had never been to this part of the town, due to it being private property, but it was gorgeous.  Almost wild, untouched, and more than once you saw a few rabbits, turkey, and deer.  Cole slows down the bike, before stopping at the edge of water, “Come on,” laying down a large blanket, he pulls off his shirt, and starts kicking off his shoes.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m going swimming,” undoing his belt and jeans, he pushes them down, and stands in nothing but his boxer briefs holding out his hand.  “Come on.  You can do it, Bee.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Neither do I,” he drops his hand and runs out the dock before diving into the water.

When he disappears, you try to calm yourself.  You weren’t prepared for this, but it didn't seem like he was either.  You wanted him to touch you.  Wanted to do more than kiss, and if you wanted that, you had to quit pushing these moments away.  Cole comes out of the water, slinging his hair to the side right as you pull off your shirt.  Getting down to nothing but your bra and panties, but with a deep calming breath, you take the bra off.

Arms wrapped around your chest as you walk out the dock.  Cole’s head was barely above water, just his eyes as he watches you, and you jump in.  The water was colder than expected, but mixed with the Georgia summer sun, it was refreshing.  Coming back up to the surface you swim over to the man you were willing to give everything to.  

There was a calmness here.  The slight breeze mixed in with your heavy breathing and the odd chirp from a bird.  “You okay?” Cole asks wading closer to you.  

“I can’t touch.”

“It’s deeper than you thought, huh?” Pulling you into his body, you yip as your bare skin touches his, “Hey, I got you,” he peppers kisses over you face.  One sweet peck after another.  Reaching for his hand, you place it back on your tit.  Your eyes wide as you pull back from him.  “Is that what you’re wanting, hmm?”

His calloused thumb moves over your hardened bud, gripping tighter until he pinches you, and you lay your head on his shoulder, “Bee?  You gonna talk to me, pretty girl?”

“I like it,” lifting you up out of the water a bit, exposing your tit.  With his eyes only on you, he inches closer, looking directly at your eyes before his mouth closes around your nipple, “Mmm,” you moan out.  His hand kneads your tit while his tongue kitten licks your pebbled peak.  Continuing to suck until pulling completely off.

His nose nuzzles along the sensitive area, before readjusting your weight, “Let’s try the other one,” Nearly the same motions, but he keeps a hand on the other breast.  Groping and teasing the other.  You were mesmerizing.  For once you were letting your body do the thinking as you roll your hips on him.  Your hot cunt over his abs, and using the ridges to grind over.  He pulls off you, and watches you for a moment.  

Jaw slack and making the most beautiful sounds, “How does that feel, Bee?  You like that?”

“Yeah,” leaning back, letting your tits float out of the water, you smile knowing that Cole was indeed enjoying the view.

“You want a little bit more?”

“Yes, please!”

When his hand goes under water, you were for sure this was the day.  It was the moment that Cole was going to take your virginity.  He reaches out to the gusset of your panties, and pushes it aside.  You feel the pressure of two fingers pushing into your walls, and your head falls back on your shoulders, whimpering.  This wasn’t what you were expecting, but you weren’t completely upset about it.

“How’s that?  You like fucking my fingers?”

“Cole…”

“Does it feel good?” You nod your head.  With your body still moving over him, he looks down into the water.  It was a bit murky, but he could see your cunt swallowing his fingers down to the knuckles.  His cock hard and neglected, but he didn’t care.  The only thing that would make this better would be to have your juices leaking down his wrist.  You were loving it.  Your fingers could never compare to his thick beefy ones.  

“God, you’re beautiful, but that pussy…keep doing that Bee.  You’re doing such a good job.  You like that don’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“I bet you would taste just like candy.”

“Taste?”

“Oh, I’m sure no one has feasted on that pretty cunt.  It’s a shame I can’t hear how wet I’ve made you,” his tongue pokes out of his mouth, and he draws his lip in.  Each word out of his mouth has you riding his fingers with more enthusiasm.  Had you taking even more of him.  Your walls were so tight around him.  He could almost feel you hugging his cock.  Letting your walls mold to him.  The only man that had ever done it.

“I wanna taste you, Bee.  These fucking cotton panties are blocking my view.  Will you let me lick on you?”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“You would?  You’re fluttering around me,” he pulls his fingers out of you, and you glance up at him pouting.  “Don’t worry, Bee.  Let’s get to the dock,” but you couldn’t stop, you were so close.  “Bee!  Quit your pouting, or I might have to fuck you right here.”

“Will you?” Dammit, those eyes.  You didn’t know.  You couldn’t know, but the look you were giving him, he almost didn’t make it to the dock.  

“I’m not fucking you, until you’ve touched my cock.  I can tell you want to, but for whatever reason, you’re denying yourself.  Let me taste your sweet sweet honey between your legs, and then I’ll show you how to pleasure me, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeak.  He lifts you up to the dock, and your legs start spreading.  Damn those white cotton panties.  They left nothing to the imagination wet.  Hauling himself out of the water, you admire his beauty.  Beads of water drip down the hills and valleys of his muscles.  You could see the outline of his thick cock perfectly.  It was amazing he hadn’t ripped through his underwear with the strain it was causing.  Reaching out your hand, you palm him, and his eyes roll back in his head.  

“Not yet, eager girl,” getting to his knees, one hand on each of your knees, he splits you open.  His body lowers down, and he presses chaste kisses over your covered core.  Up and down your slit.  Looking up at you as he continues.  Flattening out his tongue, he licks up your slit, and your hands hold over your tits.  “There ya go,” he whispers, sitting up.

Cole’s fingers move under the elastic of your panties, and he pulls down the innocent little panties.  Looking up at you as you settle on your back more comfortable, until he stares at your weeping cunt.  He thought it was pretty before, but when your legs drop to the side, and he sees the conflict in your face, it makes it that much sweeter.  “You’re not doing anything wrong, Bee.”

“I know.”

“I’ll stop whenever you want me to, okay?” Nodding your head he inches closer.  His tongue laps up your juices, and he moans at your tangy sweet taste.  “I’m addicted,” whimpering out his name, he shimmies closer.  Kitten licking up your tight hole, right over your sensitive bundle of nerves.  “I want to taste this everyday,” he leans forward, letting his lips circle around your nub, and gives it a hard suck, and your head leans back.  Panting at the feeling.

“You aren’t gonna last long, huh?  You gonna taste me?  Or you just wanna touch me?”

“T-t-taste.”

“Good girl,” he dives in and gorges himself on you like a man starved.  Sucking on your clit and pulling off.  Two fingers move into your cunt, and he pumps into you.  Your hands are still fondling your breasts.  Your hips rocking up into his hungry mouth.  You were beautiful.  Eyes blown full of lust, and finally letting your primal need for pleasure take over.  

Your body thrusts with his motions, and he knows that his cock is going to be a tight fit, but he has no problem devouring you, and stretching you out everyday until then.  You were beautiful. He could get used to this.  Could see himself waking you up with pleasure.  Could almost hear your sweet raspy morning voice moan out his name.  

Your thighs tighten around his head, and you try pushing him away.  You were almost there, but denying yourself a true toe curling orgasm.  No words tell him to stop, so he keeps pushing you.  Your back arches off the dock, and your walls squeeze around his fingers.  When he gives your little pearl a nibble, your hand grabs at his head, pushing him more into your warmth as you completely come undone.

Falling back on the dock panting, Cole slurps up your honey, before moving to his knees, “How was that?” He chuckles, as you narrow your eyes up at him, unable to speak.  Words just didn’t work anymore.  “You still want to touch me?”

“Yeah,” sitting up eagerly on the dock, nodding your head, “Please?”

“Trust me, I will never deny you my cock.”

“Then fuck me.”

“Haha, you’re funny.  I said, you needed to touch my cock before that pretty pussy did.  Besides, I’m going to enjoy stretching you out a bit longer.  Now, open up,” your face falls, and he stands up taking his thick and heavy cock out of his briefs.  A bead of precum on the tip, and he steps closer.  “Not gonna open your mouth?”

“Uh-uh,” oh you were playing coy now.  Your mouth turned up into a mischievous smile, but you also had your hand resting in between your thighs.  Oddly pushing your cunt against it.

He presses his spongy tip on your lips, and paints his salty essence on them.  “I hear you, Bee.  Breathing hard, and making a mess.  Quit playing games with me, and just open up.  I’ll make sure you know what to do.  Go on.  You can do it.  Open that pretty little mouth,” you let your jaw go slack, “Stick your tongue out.”

You followed directions so well.  Letting your tongue stick out as he softly pushes through your pillowy pout.  His hips thrust him into you gently.  Brushing back your stray hairs.  “There ya go, pretty Bumblebee.  Now, grip the base with your hand,” you hesitate.  The last thing you wanted was to disappoint him.

“Hey, I’m gonna teach you exactly how I like it.  You’re perfect.  And my cock is in your mouth, so I’m not complaining.  Now, that arm that’s getting covered in your juices, yeah, that one you keep hunching on,” you pull him out of your mouth, getting embarrassed.  “Bee!  It is fine.”

“You’re making fun.”

“No, I think it’s hot that sucking my dick was making you horny.  Now, take your fingers, and get some of that mess in your cunt.  I want your slick on my cock,” you smile, but can’t look at him.  “Bee, my cock is hard and right there, baby.  Later tonight, I’ll let you ride my face if you want.  Just get some of your juices on your fingers, we’ll use that as lube.”

Sighing, you move your fingers to your cunt.  Cole watches as you gather up your juices, letting your fingers get all shiny and pretty with your arousal, and you raise your hand to his cock, “There ya go.  Wrap that sloppy hand around me,” you grip around his cock, and it terrifies you when your fingers don’t touch.  He was thick.  And you look down at your hole, and have your doubts.  “Don’t worry about that now.  I want your hand tighter.”

You grip him with more force, and he moans.  So tight you could feel his cock throbbing.  A vein right under your finger makes you have a need to feel it under your tongue.  Holding his cock up, you let your tongue follow the trail until you get to his tip, and you lick at his hole.  His musk was intoxicating as you sink over him.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good, baby.  Now, mouth and hand work together.  Pump me in your fist, and bob your mouth over me,” you followed directions so well.  Naturally looking up at him through your lashes has him struggling.  This felt so much better than his hand.  You definitely looked so much better.  Your body is still moving with your motions.  Everything was so much.  Too much.  “Uh!  Yeah, right there.  Fuck yeah.  You’re perfect.  Yeah — Yeah,” he says out your real name as he spews into your mouth.

Hot cream fills your mouth, and you swallow it.  Letting your tongue lick up any spillage, and still those sweet eyes stare up at him.  “Fuck, Bee, I’m sorry.  That…perfection.  It was just perfect, and I couldn’t hold on.  Fuck.”

Cole takes a moment to steady his breathing.  Stuffing himself back into his underwear, before he holds a hand down for you to stand with him.  Completely nude, you stand up, and his hand goes to your cunt.  “I believe you’re wetter now than you were earlier.  You enjoy that?”

“I did,” he pulls you in for a bruising kiss.  Letting the both of you taste each other’s arousal.  It mixed perfectly.  Like the two of you were meant to be.

“Why don’t we go in the shade, and take a nap.  I know you got to be exhausted.”

“Okay…can…would you want to stay with me tonight?  I won’t pressure you to have sex.”

“You’re calling it sex now, huh?  You were saying fuck earlier,” you try to look away, but he holds your chin up, “Look at me when you’re asking questions, darling.  I’d love to stay with you tonight.  Clothes on.  No church tomorrow?”

“No.  I haven’t been going.”

“Feeling guilty?”

“Not when I’m with you.”

Cole nods his head, but doesn’t respond.  Still holding your hand, he leads you over to the shade, and helps you put on your clothes, leaving your bra off, because he liked the way your nipples poked through your shirt.  His hand holds over your tit as the two of you become a mess of legs and arms.  Keeping turned towards each other, because you didn’t think you could ever get tired of his handsome face.  

���You okay, Bee?” You smile nodding your head, and he starts to relax.  Cole didn’t want to admit it, but he was falling, and falling hard.  He doesn’t close his eyes until your breathing steadies out.  He liked watching you.  This was not what he was wanting when he came home.

He thought this summer was going to be filled with mundane everyday activities.  A bit of heartbreak, because it was inevitable that his dad would pass soon.  But then there was this pretty thing sitting in the back of a rusty old ford with baskets of peaches and jars of honey.  The prettiest smile he’d ever seen.  An odd familiarity surrounded you, and he wanted nothing more than to protect you, and keep you all to himself.  

He wanted to make your traveling dreams come true.  Let you explore the world, and then wanted to read everything through your eyes.  You had captivated him.  You first scared him, because he’d never been with someone so innocent and inexperienced, nor did he want to.  Until you.  You not only were worth it, but you were breaking down his walls of wanting to play the field.  He didn't know why you were different, but he saw a future with you.  He was willing to put in the time and patience with you, and he just hoped you were willing to do the same.

He brings you closer to his body, and gently kisses your forehead before he settles down.  Even your body fits perfectly in his arms.  He sighs as his eyes flutter closed.  Feelings he had never felt were rising up, and he didn’t know what to make of them.  He just knew he liked it more than anything.  The sexual part was just an added bonus.  You were becoming everything.

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[waterstar2016]

This is a personal post. I am sharing my experience to show others how much a comment can hurt. This situation happened at work.

Over the last year, I have been on a weight loss journey. We are all a result of our experiences. I had an emotional and physically abusive mother who called me fat, ugly and stupid from the time I was 9 to when my father finally found out about the abuse and kicked her out when I was 18. This woman, who was supposed to be my mother, arranged a marriage for me when I was barely 17…to a 50 year old man in Barbados, because I wouldn’t be able to find a husband.

I have had more abusive realationships than I have had good ones with men. Narcissistic, emotional and one even physically abusive.

I managed a retirement home during COVID and almost killed myself because I was caring more about others than myself.

I gained weight.

These reasons aren’t excuses. They are the facts of life that I had to deal with.

These facts are that my blood pressure was through the roof. My resting HR was well into the danger zone. I could have died.

Over the last year I have lost 70lbs. I want to lose about that much more. I have cried, sweated and injured myself (not on purpose or even by working to hard…shit just happens), all in the hopes to get my health back.

At work we have a new majority shareholder. Not my boss, but still a major part of my work environment.

I get taken out to lunch with my other coworker and what does this man say as I am eating? “Have you always been a bigger girl?”

I was so shocked I couldn’t react. I was frozen. I am in a public restaurant while a man that doesn’t know me is telling me to lose weight.

I managed to hold it together for the rest of the meal. I did not say anything. I kept myself professional.

That unprofessional, uncalled for bullshit has made me cry for the last day.

Those few insensitive words brought back that little voice in my head that says “you’re fat, you’re ugly” screaming to the surface.

I was just starting to feel better about myself even though I have more weight to lose. Guess what. I’m fucking trying.

I have been single for 4 years because I have been trying to ‘find myself’ again after a 14 year off and on emotionally abusive relationship.

I only recently started to dip my toes back in the dating pool and might even be going on a date in the near future.

I want to hide. I want to punch my pillow. I want to scream.

I will not let this destroy me or the work I have done. I will get over it.

I do however, need to pick up the pieces of my shattered confidence and put them back together.

I am sharing this for transparency. I am sharing this because I am a believer of body positivity. I am sharing this because maybe someone else is going through something similar…

You’re not alone.

The sad thing is…is that I know I’m not either.

Jenn

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

A Howl in the Night

Since The Night Market is currently in the process of getting edited and put on Steam, I've been missing it quite a bit!

Moreover, I've been missing my girl Hazel and the absolutely fantastic world around her.

So what better way to reminisce than creating more fic?

If you haven't read The Night Market, I highly recommend you check out @night-market-if ! It's an extremely awesome community and a phenomenal read. And this piece will definitely contain spoilers for the end of book 1!

Warnings for mentions of blood, the threat of violence, and toxic parents.

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There was a presence in the house.

It hid well around Lucinda, a strange pressure on the air that disappeared when she set foot in a room.

She knew the bones of this house well. Every floorboard, every whorl of wood, every pane of glass was hers, swelling with power, down to the very foundation.

The presence was not.

It followed Hazel loyally, swirling around her, settling like a mantle on a queen. Where Hazel walked, the house warmed. Flowers bloomed in the dead of winter, glass polished itself, silver shone bright.

Everything was just a fraction smoother whenever her daughter was around, as if the universe wished to be kind to the girl.

As if the very Night Market had found Hazel broken, and fallen in love regardless.

Lucinda was not ignorant of the presence. In fact, she could not be.

The presence hid, but it protected.

In the morning, as much as morning in darkness could be, Lucinda once again tried to speak to her child on the subject of curses.

Hazel's shoulders tensed, and the presence grew ever-so-slightly.

"Hazel, if you only-" As Lucinda reached out to touch her daughter's shoulder, a spark snapped in the air, a pop of static so sharp it made her hiss and yank her hand back.

"Mother?" Hazel looked up, alarmed. "What happened?"

Lucinda waved her off. "It's fine, girl. Don't worry about it. Go wash the breakfast dishes."

Hazel bit her lip, but rose, collecting the plates. As she wandered off into the kitchen, Lucinda glanced down at her hand.

A single bead of blood welled up bright on her fingertip. A warning.

She smiled. "How cute. You'll have to try harder than that."

The air chilled around her. The teacup and saucer in front of her cracked, and plants grew the slightest hint of thorns.

"This is my house. You are not welcome here." Even as she went to pull on the magic around her, she felt the house…resist. It was a strange feeling. The magic that had once been hers seemed to hesitate, almost as if it was used to a gentler, kinder hand.

Her expression darkened. She raised up the hand that had bled, feeling the single bead of blood begin to rise.

And then, footsteps sounded behind her.

The presence vanished. Lucinda closed her hand, tucking it behind her back as she turned. "Hazel, dear, have you finished the dishes already?" She asked sweetly.

Hazel nodded. "Yes, Mother." She shifted on her feet, seemingly unaware of the conflict that had almost occured. "If you'll excuse me, there's a stray dog outside, I have to feed him. He comes by every once in a while for scraps." Hazel dipped past, a bowl of chopped meat and vegetables in her hand.

Lucinda sighed, watching her daughter pass. The presence had vanished, but that didn't mean it wasn't still around, and Lucinda remained on edge. "Girl, there are no dogs in…the…" She trailed off.

As Hazel opened the front door, stepping outside, she set the bowl down and flung her arms around a massive dog. With a long black muzzle and long dark brown fur, it wagged its tail slightly at Hazel's affections.

Mr. Billows wove around it, tail held high.

Lucinda was sure all her daughter saw was a dog. After all, that was what she was supposed to see.

The old witch, however, saw a wolf. Golden eyes like lamplight reflected back at her, staring her down like she was a rabbit on a hungry winter night.

Instantly she understood where the presence had gone. It had always been here.

It would always be here.

And it was making it very clear of who it was here to protect.

Lucinda raised an eyebrow.

Well, well. It seems Hazel's made some new friends while I was gone.

The wolf nuzzled Hazel softly before dipping its head down to eat.

Its eyes never left Lucinda's.

[ducknotinarow]

[CharlieRhodes] "Hey, it's alright. I'm here for you."

| 💜💜💜 --- 'I love you' Sentence Starters;

It wasn't really a secret that Rhode and his step mother Karine just did not like one another. Anyone could see it when ever Rhodes how to mention having a step-mother or how she just seemed to hate the mere fact Rhodes existed. Sometime Rhodes was positive Karine assumed his Dad would just dip of of Rhode's life, so when he didn't? Guess it was Rhodes fault least that's how she made it out to be since he felt like he was coastally being punished. At most Rhode's didn't let her have the satisfaction of getting under his feathers. In truth she hardly phased him ever since her whole ploy to see off his stuff after whispering into his father ear about it being a distraction from school. Rhodes felt it made it extremely clear.

And in truth? Rhodes was fine with the mutual understanding that they didn't like each other. A lot of what she said never really got to him much he just tuned her out. HE found ways to not deal with her directly as much as possible making excuses for being out late enough so he ate dinner alone once home. If he was lucky she bother to leave food aside for him. Mostly he was on his own. It why this trip to the beach with his boyfriends sounded great.

Let him get away from her mostly, in truth Rhodes hadn't really been feeling much like well Rhodes. His mother noticed it right away when he came to her place so it be easier for Charlie to pick him up from there then they could head to Buddy's place. Of course, he insisted he was fine. Laid back as always Rhodes should have been born a duck with how much he like to act as if stuff just rolled right off his back. Rhodes had hoped being with his mom would get him out from the funk it didn't. Charlie picked him up and Rhode opted to 'up' his usual self. Throwing out a playful remark to Buddy's dad Richard that he was going to turn those grey's white if he worried anymore.

Rhodes regrated it the second he said it.

How could he be so stupid? Richard was a great guy very chill and nice to him. Hell they talked all about coffee and food together he honestly thought Richard was cool. So he shows that respect with a comment like that? Rhodes had decided to sit in the back seat after, framing car sickness. They had see his weak stomach in action before after all. Driving into the beach town he hope his thoughts would just clear right out as he stared up at the roof of the car. Bu he could still hear that bitches voice. Like a trapped echo in his mind on repeat. He already knew how she felt about Rhodes when it came to him being gay after all. as if she needed another reason to dislike him he dared to be gay on top of it all. Karine might be a bitch but she wasn't a stupid one. While she was a stupid bitch just not in that sense. she seemed on to Rhodes relationship with Buddy and Charlie even before things were official between the three of them. Just the comments she would make about him was one thing already. When he spend the night at one of their places or have them over at his mom's. Hell the one time Buddy came and stayed in Duckberge.

'Is it really a sleep over when your a fag?'

'Do your friends know you like boys? it doesn't make them uncomfortable. I would be uncomfortable sleeping near a faggot that might touch me well I slept.'

Rhodes squeezed his eyes shut trying to tune out her stupid voice. He knew that wasn't true none of it was true after all they were dating. Didn't mean it didn't effect him even just a little bit. And yet? He could handle her stupid mouth running and making such jumps about him. That's just it him.

'Oh so the three of you are going a trips...as friends?' the way she sneered when she had said 'Friends'. Sure his mother knew, his mother was very happy to embrace her gay son. One of those moms that went to pride events and offered mom hugs. Or wearing a shirt that said my son is gay.

He really did love her.

The polar opposite of his step-monster.

The car finally pulled to a stop and Rhodes took a moment to finally sit up eyeing the gas station, something about getting gas, good chance for a bathroom break getting some food even. Or what Rhodes was craving the most? A good drag from his vape. Rhodes couldn't recall if he said a single word to either of his boyfriends before he opened the door and walked away. Buddy was still dealing with the ban on smoking they were put on by their dad's so he walked a ways from the rest stop near what was clearly once a pay phone. Said phone having been ripping out and now just empty. Well almost empty seems it was now a trash can with the random assortment of junk inside. Rhode fished in his pocket tell he found his pen and put it to his beak. that first taste seemed to really help clam his building nerves.

Rhodes wasn't worked up over the stuff she said about him he was used to that. He shouldn't be. He was annoyed by what she seemed to think of his boyfriends. As if that was news that night when they all gathered for a lot of them came out as being queer after all.

No it was when she pulled Erin in to the mix.

'I better not caught my daughter getting any funny ideas after being around a bunch of faggots. Always turning everyone around them into one themself.'

He blew out a cloud of smoke and let his eyes close, trying to shut that out. It wasn't so much what she, though maybe it slightly was. It was more so the dread he felt like this over looming constant threat the more and more comfortable she got with making comments about him, his relationships even, he wasn't to okay with what she said about him turning Erin gay but whatever. Like a knife hung over his head he wondered when she would finally out him to his dad.

Rhodes eyes opened when he heard Charlie come to get him because they were all set to get back on the road. "Yeah, okay, sounds good." Rhodes stated suddenly as he tool one more drag. "Might need to drive with the windows down. Don't think Buddy is all that's fine around the vaping just yet." Of course that might have been enough to seel that Rhodes isn't fine something Charile points out when asking.

Rhodes really didn't want to bring down the vibe of the trip but guess he couldn't really keep it all to himself either. But he guesses it might be better to tell both his boyfriend's about.

"I am not no." Rhodes confesses "I had a bit of a run in with Karine the other day that's still pissing me off." Not a lie but not fully what was getting to him.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm here for you."

Rhodes breaths out a laugh and offers a smile towards Charlie. "Yeah I know Charlie, I promise a bit more time laying in the back of the car and I'll tell you what's up okay?" He knows Charlie won't push, wasn't his style. "I also think you shoild carry me back to the car I'm clearly dying from car sickness." He jokes a bit.

It dosent solve his worry but dose feel nice to remember he isn't alone.

Unlike how he felt his home life might become. If Karine could convince his dad to seel off what made him happy? What would she get his dad to agree with when she outted Rhodes?

[addie-henderson]

(I did NOT proof read this one...)

"and so I said well Mrs. Berkeley clearly doesn't love her son THAT much if she lets him walk around dressed like that." Claudia Henderson gossips from across the table. The story had been going on for nearly an hour and you had slowly became antsy bouncing your leg, hardly listening. A hand reach's down to grab your thigh giving a gentle squeeze. A 'you ok?' Squeeze. You lay your hands over his and squeeze back. He continues chatting with his mom, hand relaxed like it belonged there. His fingers flexed as he spoke about the class project his college professor had assigned that he was more than passionate about sending the tip of his fingers brushing again your clothes clit. It wasn't on purpose he would never do it on purpose in front of Claudia you frown wrapping your second hand around his wrist to subtly get his attention. He glanced at your out the corner of his eyes still speaking as he raises an eyebrow. Your eye look down at his hand and back up to meet his again. You can tell it clicked in his genius mind as he grinned and pulled your chair closer using your leg as a handle. You frown as his mother opens her mouth to respond to his talkings before the landline phone began ranging in the kitchen. "Excuse me, dears." Claudia gives her usually anxious smile before disappearing.

"can we go lay down please?" You ask leaning your head onto his shoulder.

"aw baby. You can go lay on my bed."

"no." You huff.

"no?"

"come lay with me?"

"ok we can go lay in my bed." He smiled leading the way to his old room like he always did even though you'd known the way for years now. He pulls back his light gray comforter to allow you to slide in before getting in after you spooning into your hand spread again you lower stomach to hold you close until you found them snaking their way down your stiff body

His fingers ran over your pussy through your jeans causing you to squirm. "Wait-...your mom."

He groans "don't talk about my mom right now."

"I mean it's rude to have sex in your mom's house, dipshit."

"didn't stop us in highschool."

"because WE didn't have a hom- DUSTIN." His fingers were at work unbuttoning your jeans tucking themselves down below your waistband as you spoke before you could even finish your thought his large fingers rolled over your clit making you hum in shook.

"you're ok I promise." He smiles "no sex I promise just let me help you." He whispers as his hand plays with your increasingly soaking cunt in your jeans.

You cave beginning to melt and relax against the bed being almost completely swallowed by his childhood math print sheets. The pad of his fingers felt almost saint sent when they found just the right pressure causing you to gasp and whimper. Dustin laughs and it sounds of genuine joy, like he was discovering his favorite game for the first time and he'd just won it all. "There it is." He says cockily repeating the action until your thighs tighten around his hand forcing his to stop. "Oh honey... I can't help you like that. Gotta keep 'em open." He chuckles spreading your legs wide to continue his work finger slowing changing patterns so it'd be less noticable when his finger began dipping down between your folds and into your dripping hole before starting a slow agonizing pace of in and out

"oh-...OH." Your eyes widen at the new familiar sensation. Him grazing the place you needed him most inside you. You want to cry out for more but you shook your head to yourself slamming your palm to your mouth and biting into it. "fuck."

You felt a release start to build up in your stomach the more he touched your spot before it all came tumbling out with a mind blowing orgasm. You moan into your hand humping his hand to get yourself off and he just watched and let you. He tsk's at you and pulls his hand out of your sopping pussy putting them in his mouth with a smile. "Now let's get these jeans off I want to eat you out on my math sheets."

[breitzbachbea]

Your turn! 3, 10 and 23 🤗

YES, another excuse to gush about the kids! Thank you! <3

OC Ask Game

Because I have roughly 240 OCs for my Human/Organized Crime AU - Yes, that is not an exaggeration, I recently counted them again. To be fair, this includes anyone I ever gave a name to, but even if they're an insignificant backstory character, they are a character nonetheless.

But because I have so many, I'll choose one for each answer!

3. is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

Leo Reiter is a very outdoorsy person! They're Lilli Zwingli's right hand and the only one in Team Liechtenstein who's actually a Liechtensteiner. As a child, they loved to play around with others in the nature around the town and go on hiking trips with their parents and dog(s). During their 20s and early 30s, they had less and less time for it. Both because of the pressures to excel at their job (they worked in finance before Lilli's big brother offered them a job) and because the dysphoria and depression was growing more and more over the years. They only went hiking for business team building and didn't enjoy it much. However, after they quit their job and started to work on their gender presentation, they found their way back to it. These days Leo enjoys any kind of outdoor activity, whether it's alone, with family and friends or business partners, again! Nothing like a good day hiking in the Alps!

(The depression, along with a ton of other baggage, was also caused by the fact that Leo tried everything, including sexual favours, to get ahead in their company. It wasn't a very fulfilling life, only living for others and always playing along - which then lead to them isolating themselves and building giant walls around them, once they left finance. Lego, the ship of Leo and Hugo, is ... god, is it a mess.)

And here's a picture of Team Liechtenstein! From left to right we have Leo, Hugo and Lilli! The artist is @c0ffinated - Hugo is their OC!

And here's one featuring Josef, the dog of Leo's parents

10. what kind of music do they enjoy?

Charlie Higgins loves Classic and Hard Rock! He's the right hand and best friend, basically brother from another mother, to Harry O'Connel. (Harry is my Ireland which I made when I was 14. That's why he has an English name ... in the hetaverse, he's called Liam now, but old habits die hard, so it's Harry everywhere else).

To be fair, he enjoys most types of Rock and even dips his toes into the transition zone between Rock and Heavy Metal. Thin Lizzy, AC/DC, Queen, KISS - He loves those bands. At the same time, he's also into pop & a big fan of Mika. I honestly can't wait to diegetically integrate two Mika songs into my rewrites of Irish Problems and Italian Affairs, the two fics I've written for the main story arch of my AU so far.

In Irish Problems, which I am currently rewriting, I love the thought that once Harry has come to terms that he's probably bisexual and interested in Michele (my Sicily OC and the man they're trying to broker a deal with), Charlie breaks out 'Lollipop' to hype Harry up for the business dinner and encourage him in his identity while also downplaying the concern that his rose coloured glasses would endanger the deal. "Jesus loves her - She wants mooore! Oh, bad girls get you down - Sing it! Sucking too hard on your lollipop, oh love's gonna get you down ..."

In Italian Affairs, I'd love to slip "Grace Kelly" in, because there's a HUGE Charco subplot. Charco is the ship of Charlie and Marco Bontade, one of Michele's right hand. Love the idea of Charlie singing it while getting ready for dinner in the bathroom of his hotel suite. The entire song encapsulates the subplot so perfectly ... Charlie's fear of being too much, being unprofessional and at the same time insecure that he'll never be enough for Marco. At the same, Marco's subconsciously held back by his twin brother Lorenzo, because falling out of sync is scary to both of them ... so the fact that Lorenzo doesn't like Charlie makes Marco think he mustn't either ...

"How can I help it, how can I help it? How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby, putting my life on the brink. Why don't you like me, why don't you like me, why don't you like yourself?"

So in short, I think Charlie enjoys anything with a flair of drama, no matter how butch or glam, and a sweet guitar riff makes everything better! As long as he can move his body and sing along, he's happy with it.

I think it's illegal to post that one picture Jonah did of him YET again to tumblr, but you can see it in all its glory here.

Have these two done by @pyromaniacqueen too!

(Marco is on the left on the next one, Charlie on the right)

23. what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

Tahir Rashid's theme song should be "Oh No!" by Marina. He's Arthur Kirkland's right hand and a certified lawyer who went through law school with flying colours. (We don't talk about the subsequent burnout and breakdown that made him end up in the mob ...)

Tahir's biggest strengths are that he's tirelessly dedicated to his work and damn good at it. The best is only just good enough, he's got a strong work ethic and keeps not only his own life in order, but keeps an eye on everyone else as well. He's incredibly intelligent, very eloquent and can be a charmer as well. He loves his family & especially his little sister more than anything else - to ensure a better life for his loved ones was the main reason he became a lawyer. He's often also the voice of reason to Arthur and Robert's hotheads. (Robert is the other right hand). He usually opts for a diplomatic solution to avoid confrontation, pulling strings behind the scene.

However, the spite that fuels his work ethic also is one of his biggest flaws. He's just as proud as the other two, wears his head pretty high and is easily annoyed by others. He's snarky and voices his disdain for others freely. He likes to hold grudges. Though very disciplined, he can't say no and pushes himself beyond the boundaries of his body to ensure that work gets done (which can be a flaw as well as strength). And his discipline also makes it incredibly hard for him to express emotions, putting a strain on relationships he actually cares about and on his own emotional & mental well-being. (I have never seen three so emotionally stunted men like Team England, I swear to God). His sensibility also turns into cowardice at times and when it comes to physical confrontations, he has to hide behind Robert & Arthur. As much of a deadly weapon he is behind a desk with a law book, as useless is he at an actual fist fight.

Here's a lovely Team England picture by @captkirkland, with Arthur on the right, Tahir in the middle and Robert on the left

And another two contributions by Jonah, first chibi Team England and a wonderful Railey one (Railey is Tahir/Robert as ship)

[petrikaira]

The Maid

Barman's Keep pg 2 (previous)

Rating: E for everyone

Tw: Implied financial abuse

Braam hitched the cart outside, and with a bit of finagling, they headed in. On a weekday morning like this, the Barman’s keep wasn’t very busy. There was old Hendrik at the bar, nursing a hot toddy and looking absolutely blustered like he hadn’t gone home since the wind the day before, and a couple of families taking up on Sally’s cheap breakfast scattered around the wooden tables. The smell of bacon lingered in the air. Retha’s stomach grumbled.

She pushed it down, looking for anyone that stood out. She knew everyone in town, there was the Shomacher’s by the window, and then little Benson hanging out by the fish on the wall, absolutely enraptured by the tie of his mother’s sleeves. And then- there, past the table where Carolina Hatrick sat with a plate of half eaten eggs next to what must have been a grandson, there was- a stranger. Pale skin like frigid ice, hair as black as a raven’s wing. She had no idea who he or the lady with skin the color of peach cream was sitting beside him.

And he was looking right at her.

Retha grabbed her brother’s arm, pulling him and nudging him. She tilted her head at the stranger at the table behind Carolina. “Bet that’s him,” she said, excitedly.

“Just cause he’s a stranger doesn’t mean he’s the one who sent the flyer,” her brother complained, cross at being jostled. 

“Bet you a copper it is,” Retha said, feeling a rush at saying that. 

Their parents didn’t give them much of the coppers that were made from the egg sales, always claiming that “The copper’s here are just passing hand between hand, you’d barely get a chance to keep it before it was gone again” like it was some big argument against paying them well. Their work was expected for free, it was what family did. 

Braam waffled. The smell of bacon was replaced by the scent of a cup of hot tea, acrid and deep, as Retha could see the lights flicker across her brother’s eyes. 

“A copper can get you a nice jacket,” Retha whispered into her brother’s ears. “And then you could woo Rene or Janna while looking like a little king.”

Her brother swallowed. “That’s- not- that’s not a thing,” he muttered back to her, but by the tightness of his cheeks she could already tell she had convinced him. “Fine. A copper.”

“Only if I lose,” she said.

She knew she wouldn’t. 

Smiling wide, Retha pulled her brother towards the strangers table. HIs unblinking brown eyes had been trained on them the entire conversation, without fail. Retha knew that should be a warning, but she found herself intrigued instead. 

“Excuse me,” she said as they approached. Her fingers dipped into her pocket and closed around the edge of the parchment. “Are you the ones who posted the flier about the maid?”

She pulled it out with one movement. Up close, the woman the stranger was with bent forward from her position obscured by a hanging light. Her hair was tied back in a neat bun, graying at the temples and she smelled like soap. Her outfit was neat and understated, and looked freshly starched.

“That would be us,” the man said, his voice deep and rumbling. It was like listening to a land slide. “Glad someone found it. I am Prince Yuki Canis, and this is Zillah Pandev, head maid at my palace.”

Retha stared. A prince! She hadn’t been expecting a prince himself to come to interview for the new maid, not this far out from wherever they were from. Her thoughts were distracted by the smell of bacon filling the air as Sally herself placed down a plate of bacon, and one of toast on the empty side of the table.

“Just in time hon,” Sally said with a wink before sauntering back off towards the kitchens.

Retha gazed down at the plate of bacon and felt her stomach rumble, and her mouth salivate. Usually they had breakfast with the family when they came back from dropping off eggs.

“Retha, and Braam, was it?” The Prince asked with a knowing smile. “I could hear that stomach rumble from here. Please, sit and eat with us and we can discuss the flyer.”

Braam faltered for a second, and Retha could hear her brother’s stomach grumbling just as loud. Retha pulled up the chair across from Zillah Pandev, and settled her skirts around her. She was going to have some of that bacon. 

Her brother faltered. 

Rolling her eyes, Retha pulled him down. “Come on, sit, we might as well, mightn’t we?”

“It’s a bad idea,” Braam protested, even as he pulled the chair out from beside the table and grabbed one of the bacon strips.

It wasn’t until Retha grabbed her own bacon strip that she realized she had never told the prince their names. She bit into the salty, fatty strip and considered. She knew, logically, that she should be turned off and alarmed by this fact. It was the behavior of someone who had been staking out their family, wasn’t it? And yet. Yet.

She was more intrigued than ever before, and the delicious, crispy warm bacon only cemented this.

[incaensio]

"there's rivers and streams at four too?" annie speaks of the hot weather, but considering they have plenty of water (that gives access to fresh food) and seemingly no supervision, district four seems like heaven on earth. no wonder annie never wants to leave. "that's amazing." katniss reins in a sigh. "oh, yeah." the wheels in her brain turn rapidly as she seeks for an excuse — katniss couldn't bother wondering how they could have spinned the way she was such a natural in the arena last year: she had ran through the woods, climbed trees like a chipmunk, found prey, hunted for it, skinned and cooked and she had even dipped her body and swam a bit around the shallow lakes. "i'm friends with the mayor's daughter, madge." that part is true. "she has a pool in her backyard." that one is a lie, but annie would never know that, as the grounds were usually restricted to victors on tours, since they're supposed to enjoy only the dinner and the people within the walls of the mayor's house (or at least, that had been her experience as her attendants had often squeaked as they dragged katniss and peeta in their lovebirds façade back indoors).

katniss scoffs. "even their roses are weird here." she hates them. she hates him. even as she's yet to encounter the owner of the house, his presence is noted at every turn, at every painting, at every bowl with painted roses and the vases with real ones, ever waffing his disgusting scent of artificiality. katniss doesn't realize she's scowling until annie is speaking again, and there is a small part of her — that katniss is all too aware of — that is eager for annie to enjoy the fruit. "my mother?" her eyebrows come up. oh. the interviews. no, katniss had not watched them — peeta and her had rejoiced at the thought of being the last eight during their time in the cave, but after getting home and knowing how they had spun her family life, katniss had been too upset to even think of it. then, she had been so eager to leave the games behind forever; that twenty - one year old was foolish and still so innocent. unfortunately, there's no getting out of this. katniss' eyes goes downcast, and she picks a phyllo pastry filled with pistachios to distract herself, breaking the pastry apart with her fingertips. "yes, it's her calling. her parents were apothecaries, but we don't have hospitals or doctors at twelve so we do the best we can." annie doesn't need to know how they've spent most of the year taking half - naked, half - dead people in their kitchen to heal wounds inflicted both by the mine, starvation and the peacekeepers.

"must have been magical to see it for the first time." first snow always is. one of katniss' first memories was waking herself up and then prim so they could play in a winter wonderland, building their own snowmen and sticking spare buttons on their frame, giving them names and telling dad the snowmen are also off their mine work for sunday. of course, katniss has seen snow less romantically as she grew; winter meant food got sparser, and they relied more on coal, and there were particularly dark days they ate only hard bread, dried herbs and melted snow. "my mother always used to say that, medically speaking, the cold is better. we can use snow for compresses for twisted limbs and lacerations." her hand instinctively goes to her cheek; the scar from the lashing is entirely gone now, as if it never even happened, but she recalls the several days prim had pushed snow packs on her eye until her face was numb. she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear as if to mask the previous motion, and then finally shrugs. "i don't know, i guess it's better now." the house at the victor's village was a work of architecture, both beautiful and practical; they wouldn't be too hot nor too cold even if they tried. "not for everyone, though." the drastic weather changes at the seam were torturous, only adding to the normalized high death count already brought by extreme poverty.

"thea ellis." she repeats, using one of her mother's memorization tools. "i will keep her in mind." more or less. katniss isn't sure she can entirely trust annie, as nice as she is — she has an air of innocence that is almost laughable, because it doesn't fit people like them, and it does no good for katniss to be too trusting. especially when she is so adamant on defending finnick odair. sure, he had been her mentor, but would katniss be so insistent on defending haymitch? she knows his faults, and often pokes him for those herself when she's annoyed. but then she realizes that if it had been someone bad-mouthing peeta, she'd be furious because she knows him, knows what he's gone through. does annie know finnick? she's calling him finn, so she may? still, it's an odd sight in her head, annie hanging around the tan god - like figure that, last katniss has seen, was making several capitolites giggle with his greasy words. "he was your mentor, i guess?" she raises an eyebrow, trying to rationalize this. she, too, felt a sort of debt towards haymitch. it comes when someone else actually works to keep you alive. but her mentor was as he showed himself to be: straightforward, blunt, crass, drunk. it wouldn't be easy to convince katniss that finnick had any sort of depth.

" yes, but not like how you'd think, " she being assumptious here. what would come to mind if someone mentioned saltwater ? " you shouldn't drink it, it's not like freshwater. but i've noticed that the salt makes it more dense than bodies of water up north that are fresh. " in the last five years, she's had brief bouts of heading further into mainland. once was to see the business fletcher requested funds for. much of that time she'd prefer to forget. " if they do have restrictions, i haven't seen them. sailors sometimes head out pretty far for their catches. deep sea fisherman are often so loose-lipped about their voyages, and i haven't heard them talk about limits. it'd probably be hard to impose. the sea is unpredictable at times. " it gives ; it takes. there were times when she'd reunite with finn, and they'd talk about packing rations before sailing far away from panem. it's wishful thinking, nothing is out there. such daydreams offered an escape from harsher realities though.

introspection halts at the whispered confession, processing only the words of katniss everdeen. " that's rare in twelve, isn't it ? " annie's voice matches the other woman's volume. in four, swimming was almost a necessity. even if you didn't work on the water, all industry led back to it. a lot of children turned to the academy ; some seeked a means to provide for their families, others craved the glory. regardless if they enrolled into the program or not, from a young age children learned skills like fishing, sailing, making nets, tying knots ... the list goes on. it's a mere coincidence that these skills of daily life also are considered survival skills. knowing how to propell oneself in the water isn't special for one from four, but from twelve ? annie is visibly impressed. ( it's something that can save a life, annie knows all too well. ) the question of how rings in her mind.

" things have a tendency to be a bit rose colored here. " unintentional pun is stated there. though annie knew the president had a fondness for roses, most do after all, she's unaware of how snow taunts the other with the beautiful flowers. she has much more to say on that, but stifles herself. a room of capitolites isn't the place to say it. her thoughts move to her fellow victors from four and thea, and how the capitol took so much from each just for drifting slightly off the line. ( she worries how her own drifting can directly impact the others too. ) soon however katniss is donning a plate of strawberries, offering them to her. " thank you, " the gratitude is quickly stated. this is the second time that the younger victor went out of her way to offer food. it's very kind, even if a tad unnecessary. it's something uncommon at these galas. cresta had seen her interact with rue and peeta in the arena. beck was so adamant that her softness there was a facade ; annie disagreed then, and does even more now.

" that's one thing i can be thankful for. my grandmother never has to worry about those kinds of things again. " her grandfather wouldn't have to either if he hadn't passed a decade and a half ago. agatha will work until she dies though. stagnation was a curse in the elderly woman's eyes. with the stipends of victorship however, her grandmother was able to pay the market workers more and put her own paycheck back into the community. ( it makes sleeping at night a little easier, knowing annie can indirectly help improve life after being the reason for directly ruining twenty-three others. ) " your mother mentioned that when they were interviewing the families, " during the games, it goes unsaid. had katniss ever watched them after she escaped the arena ? " it's selfless to do something like that. i'm sure she's provided countless aid to people in twelve. "

so twelve does get four seasons. what a marvel ! she read about it in books. a lot can probably grow if given the capacity, katniss would just have to deal with brutal off seasons. " i saw some snow in six and nine during my tour. it was the first time i ever saw it really, " she remarks. the only time she ever saw that kind of weather. in a time were her memories blurred into a fuzz, that was something that remained vivid. " do you get used to that the cold ? " heat was never a problem for annie. the ocean in its vast unknown did not haunt her. snowflakes were beautiful and delicate, but in flurried waves it felt perilous though.

it feels almost frivolous to be going through a list of victors annie trusted. had it been someone like johanna, she would have assumed it had been a sarcastic question to just rub into. ( she thinks that, but also likes the fighter from seven. ) five years ago, it would have been nice to have someone answer it for her. though she did have hands that guided more tenderly than she can imagine haymitch does. " she is, and some of victors from two are exactly how you'd picture. but not her, i promise. career districts are more complex than most would think. " not all of them dream of honor or have a bloodthirsty quench. the tributes from one and two in the seventieth did. percy however trained at the academy, and would have been an example victor of four. his error was aligning himself with annie. having her back meant losing his head, quite literally. does it sound self-serving to vindicate some from one, two, and ultimately four ? she wonders, she'd understand if it did.

she's relieved that she doesn't have to do any convincing for mags or graham. she can only assume, given that katniss does not callout the two by name. a beat is taken at the mention of finnick though. for the first time in their conversation, annie is carefully choosing each of her words. " he plays the game better than most. people like him for that, " it's not the man she's come to know the years following the arena, but people have their personas to survive. " it works in his favor as a mentor, and gives his tributes an edge with sponsors, " she offers. finn was so young when he won. the shine that enthralled the capitol never left. he was shown no mercy in that regard. he won but his cost was greater than any other victor she's come to deeply know. do peeta and katniss know that the games never end yet ? she hopes not. the image of infatuated newlyweds getting used to capitol generosity could provide bliss alongside the ignorance. though whether one knows immediately or down the line, the truth reveals itself. there's no escape.

but speaking about the male victor in the context of the games feels wrong, feels cold. it's too analytical, and appears like she's trying to instigate an alliance of sorts. that's not annie's intention. he can put his hat on the table for that without annie. though she will likely air the distaste that katniss feels for him next time the two were together. ( few things were secret between odair and cresta after all. ) " finn he was there for me before and after in ways i could never repay him for. " these words feel less stale than the previous statement. and that's on annie not having to contemplate what she says. if she could show katniss the aptness finnick had for being gentle around those he cared for, she would in a heartbeat. but it's irrelevant, isn't it ? his peacocked charisma domineers his presence in the capitol. it's so different from the loveliness of his authenticity. it's a charm he is less willing to show to the masses. at least annie got to see the genuine finnick odair.