#my showerhead is very impressed with me

[snixx]

singing troyella duets by myself>>>>>>>

[st4rfckerz]

car troubles | james kelly x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, age gap, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl etc), very brief dry humping, a lottt of banter, mention of masturbation, cockwarming (?), afab reader

summary: your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

a/n: i lowkey don't like this fic 😭 but it's probably not as bad as i think it is, BUT hopefully you guys enjoy it more than me :)

it was a blessing and a curse for owning an old car. it was a curse since issues flared up so frequently, but it was also a blessing because it prompted your neighbor, james kelly, to fix it for free.

james was hunched over your car's hood, with a number of tools arranged next to him.

"i doubt this'll take long at all. you just have a dead battery, and maybe a few other mishaps but other than that your car is fine." james explains.

"sounds great. thanks again for fixing my car." you give him a friendly smile. james quickly returns the smile, followed by a small laugh.

"of course, you can always count on me for these kinds of things."

"noted." I fiddle with my fingers nervously before turning away.

"i'll just be inside so just come get me if you need anything."

"alright, will do"

he gives a small nod as he watches you disappear inside. his attention turns back to the vehicle.

ever since your family moved into your home when you were 15 years old, you'd always had a small crush on james. but after you entered college and spent so much time away from home, he had aimlessly plagued your thoughts.

you didn't mean for it to happen, but he just always managed to be the only person you'd think about when you're in bed by yourself. thinking about his tall frame, his long, slender fingers, and the way his arms would shine with sweat from fixing cars all day long always sent a flash of heat through your body.

some time passes and you hear a faint knocking at your back window, followed by the door creaking open just a tad.

"hey, she should be good to go now." he spoke to you as you sit at your kitchen island.

"that was quick, usually the shop takes like, 2 hours. i'm impressed." you chuckle. james gives you a smile and a shrug.

"no need to flatter me sweetheart, I've been doin' this forever."

a shortly lived tinge of arousal goes straight to your core after hearing the sudden petname. it always surprises you when he calls you something other than your name because he rarely ever does.

"if you want you could stay and rest for a little while." you had articulated the plan earlier that day of keeping him in your home while your parents were out, just to see where it would go.

"You wouldn't mind?" james' tired, weary expression lit up and he seemed more hopeful than he had in a while.

"I wouldn't be intruding on anything?" he nervously asked.

"not at all, it's just me here anyways. my dad's at work," you explain, flashing him an innocent smile.

"there's fresh lemonade in the fridge, and if you'd like you can use the shower, i know how hot it is outside."

james cleared his throat and looked over towards you.

"that'd be really nice, actually."

you didn't think it would be so easy to have such a smart man like james fall into your trap, but somehow it worked perfectly. he was in your house, and was about to use your shower. the only thing that was on your mind was simply how much of a genius you are.

"the bathroom's right upstairs, here i'll take you," he follows you upstairs and you lead him to the bathroom.

"there's the shower, soap, shampoo all that stuff." you explain as james stands awkwardly beside you.

"sounds good, thank you i really appreciate it." his voice sounds sincere and soft.

"its no problem really, take as long as you need, i'll just be in my room." you walk out the door before closing it behind you. soon, you hear the sounds of water running from the showerhead.

eventually, you hear the bathroom door open and a small cloud of steam escaping the doorway.

james spots you laying on your bed wearing tiny blue shorts, and a small white tee.

his mouth suddenly goes dry and millions of thoughts begin to swarm around in his mind.

how could you just lay there and look so perfect?

james has been a nervous wreck ever since he arrived at your house. he knew it was wrong to be so attracted to you because of the obvious age gap, but he just couldn't help himself.

he's seen you in so many ways, so many times; outside in the pool wearing nothing but a bikini, laying in the grass wearing your skimpy shorts and tank top casually trying to get a tan, he's even watched you change your clothes right in front of your bedroom window.

he always saved those mental images of you so he could fuck his fist later on.

james clears his throat and looks over at you, standing awkwardly at your doorway.

"oh hey." you smile. james glances over your room and notices your college flag plastered on your wall.

"college huh?" he points at the flag and begins walking towards your bed.

"yeah, I'm almost done actually." you reply sitting up and swinging your legs across the side of your bed.

"how much longer do you have?" he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.

"about 6 months? i'm so ready for it to be over," you sigh heavily.

"did you go to college?" you ask him.

"trade school." james nods

"i figured, you don't seem like you were the frat boy type." you joke.

james' face lights up in amusement as he laughs a little walking over to you. he decides to take a seat right next to you on your bed

"yeah... no. definitely not the frat boy type. never saw the appeal in them."

"me neither they can be obnoxious, can't stand them." you explain. an awkward silence stills before you both.

he looks at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly in anticipation.

"you must have boyfriends back at college, don't you?" his slight change in tone and lift in confidence makes you a little nervous.

"oh no, i-i don't, college guys aren't really my...thing." you stutter. your gaze lingers on james, drinking his presence in.

his hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. you could drool on the spot at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscles barely peeking out of from under his gray t-shirt.

"then what is your 'thing'." james shifts his body to face you more.

you shrug and shake your head.

"i don't know, i guess i just always went for older guys." you confess. you knew it was slightly obvious what you were suggesting but it was now or never.

a sly smirk appears on james' face before speaking again.

"really?"

"always have." you look down at your legs quickly. the way james was staring at made you feel like you were on fire.

"do you like anyone in particular?" james was itching at some kind of answer that could miraculously allude to himself.

"that's confidential." you try to avoid looking at him so he doesn't see the obvious blush spread across your cheeks.

"right, right." james had a small grin on his face as you revealed the answer.

he was almost giddy with joy. he knew what he wanted to hear, but he never expected you still had feelings for him.

"it's dumb, i know," a wave of embarrassment rushes through your body and you immediately regret admitting something so elementary.

"i'm sorry if it bothers you i don't-" james cuts you off

"it doesn't bother me."

"it doesn't?" james shakes his head and smiles slightly.

"no, does it bother you?"

"no." he begins leaning towards you slowly and your brain shuts down completely.

james was close enough to feel your breath as you spoke. his face was a few inches away from yours, and he was looking straight into your eyes.

there was a long pause for a moment. It was as if james thought you were gonna do something.

his voice was a little quiet as he spoke his next words.

"good."

james finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips softly against yours.

a tingle went up his spine as your lips came into contact with his. he had never anticipated this, but it felt different. it felt right.

his hand reached to touch your face and he pulled you in closer slowly, your bodies connecting more and more as he leaned into you.

the kiss deepens and a small whimper erupts in your throat.

james noticed the noise you made and smiles against your lips. his big hands grab your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.

he gently pulled you closer to his body again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his other arm reached to caress your body as both of your lips touched.

james' lips connect to your neck, nipping at the skin along your jawline.

you moan slightly and subconsciously rut your hips against his.

he let out a groan as he gently broke the embrace to look at you.

"needy girl." he teases.

james grabs your hips and moves them harder against his center. he began kissing your neck as you rested in the position he held you in.

you feel his hand suddenly slip into your underwear.

"oh, sweetheart," james breathes out. he could feel how wet and needy you were for him

a pathetic whine escapes your lips as his finger draws antagonizingly slow circles around your clit.

"james please, i need you." the words that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

he kept kissing your neck, his hand slither up your shirt, caressing and pinching at your nipples.

your words sent him over the edge and he let out a soft groan.

you needed so much more than his single finger. you mindlessly began to toy with the waistband of his pants, itching to just rip them off of him completely.

james was more than ready to let your hands do there work, as he lifted up his hips slightly.

"can i take these off?" james asks you softly, he begins pushing your shorts down your thighs.

you nod your head quickly and discard your shorts along with your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.

james' eyes shoot straight down to your chest.

"so perfect for me," he coos as he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, soon leaving little purple bruises on them. your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his tongue flicking against the bud.

the sound of a belt hitting the ground makes you jump slightly.

"i can't wait any longer." james mutters against your lips before pressing his mouth against yours.

his fast hands move your underwear to the side.

the feeling of his cock finally entering your dripping hole made your head fall onto his shoulder and a long breathy moan fall from your lips.

you can feel james' body shudders under you.

"oh, fuck," james waits a few seconds before finally thrusting upwards, moving your hips to meet his simultaneously.

the sound of yours and james' moans followed by the slight slapping of skin filled the air of your bedroom.

"you feel so good baby, so good for me."

if james kept speaking to you in that velvety tone you were sure that you were gonna cum a lot quicker than expected.

your mind was completely empty, not a single thought popped into your brain.

that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cellphone.

"it's my dad." you tell james urgently but he continues to litter your neck with small kisses and bites.

"answer it."

you stare at him blankly, the annoying ringtone still erupting from your phone.

your fingers hesitate for a moment before accepting the call and pressing your phone up to your ear.

"hey dad." you try to stiffle a moan as james begins thrusting up into you again.

it was so difficult trying to contain your moans while still trying to have a conversation with your dad.

"yeah, james came over mm-" your hand flies to your mouth.

you could feel james smirk against your neck as he continues to thrust into you at a faster pace.

"no-sorry, it was a cough."

he was relentless with his hunger for you, and didn't want to keep it at bay.

"be quiet baby, we don't need daddy hearing how good i'm making you feel hm?"

his voice was suddenly filled with a deep and lustful tone, but you loved it.

james heard the talking from your phone but it didn't distract him, it only sent a tinge of excitement in his heart.

he let his hands to roam all over your body, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"he did a great job, the car...the car should be ok now."

your dad just kept talking. completely oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the phone.

james grins widely and let out a quiet moan, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.

his lips left your neck and he let his head lean back on the headboard. he didn't even stop his advances as he heard your dad talking. he just enjoyed seeing you try your hardest to stay quiet as he abused your cunt.

your dad finally says his goodbyes after asking a million questions regarding james' visit and you have never felt so relieved.

"that was a close one." james chuckled.

you let out an exasperated laugh, still not able to fully function. especially now that his fingers begin rubbing furiously at your clit, causing you to moan louder and buck your hips harder against his.

"j-james..." your body was shaking uncontrollably. that familiar not began to form in your stomach and fiery heat began to spread through your legs.

"you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he taunts.

your face contorts in pleasure as you try to muster up any words that come to mind.

"m'so close-"

"i know baby i know, me too." the grip he has on your thighs grows firmer and his nails begin to dig harshly into your skin.

"come on sweetheart, give it to me." james thrusts harder into you, swiftly hitting your sweet spot everytime.

your walls clench around his cock as you cum, earning a loud, throaty groan from james. his warm seed coats your insides, leaving you feeling full and absolutely satisfied.

"there you go," james coaxes you through your orgasm.

james felt your sweat covered body collapse onto his and he kissed your forehead softly.

he kept his arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him.

"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth after a moment.

"mhm, m'ok" you flash james a tired smile.

he slowly opened his eyes as well and kissed your forehead. he let out another sigh as his arms were still wrapped around you.

then he spoke again, his voice filled with curiosity.

"so...what did your dad want to talk about?" he asked softly, still laying back on the bed with you on top of him.

"he was just asking if you had already come over and everything," you let out a snort.

"i definitely came." you look up at james to see a cocky smile across his face.

"stop," you giggle and slap his arm playfully.

"he also mentioned that he would be staying an extra hour at work."

james' demeanor shifted once you told him the good news of your dad staying longer at work.

"good," james leaned forward and kissed you again, grabbing your hand and pulled you down to the bed.

his hands slowly traveled down to your thighs, and he caressed it slightly before pulling your legs apart and situating himself in between them.

"because i'm not done with you yet."

[captainnameless]

Helll again. I was the one who asked about Max’s feelings after Singapore.

While I do love a bit of stroppy bratty Max I also love the thought of him being okay with this weekend.

And if that’s how your Max feels I would love to hear more about that☺️

ok ok ok how about a bit of both

The heat’s disgusting in Singapore, while Daniel would love to be in the car, he doesn’t envy watching the drivers get out absolutely drenched in sweat, faces bright red and some look like they might pass out. He also doesn’t hate he doesn’t have to do media today, promised Max he’d be with him tonight so he finishes his duties at AT, says bye to Blake and makes his way over to Redbull, to Max’s driver room.

They arrive semi-similarly, Max on a much shorten media schedule now that he wasn’t top 3, and watches Max’s face sour while he tries to peel his race suit off.

There’s a disgruntled whine while he shakes his arm out in frustration. “Off!”

“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “Do you want me to help?”

“No.” Max grumbles, struggles bending his limb in what much be an uncomfortable position to try and get arm free.

Daniel watches on for a little bit, before deciding to intervene when Max’s groans of frustration appear to start to turn into a tantrum.

“Alright, I’m gonna he-”

“Noo-hooo!” Max whines again, he tries smacking at Daniel but doesn’t get very far considering both of his arms are restricted by the suit he’s got halfway off.

“Hey.” Daniel warns, using his good hand to tip Max’s chin up. “Wanna try that again?”

Max’s stubborn frown is impressive but he bites his lip before mumbling a “No.”

“Okay,” Daniel says, releasing Max’s chin. “Will you be gentle with me if I try to help you? I don’t want to hurt my hand.”

Max’s expression changes immediately, eyes going to Daniel’s hand before he catches his eyes again. He nods quietly.

“Alright,” Daniel hums, makes quick work off getting Max out of his race suit, piles it in the corner of the room for Brad to take back. “Go take a shower.” He suggest, gentle pushing Max to the cramped shower space in the room.

“I can shower at the hotel.” Max protests with a whine, squirming out of Daniel’s range.

“Max,” Daniel sighs. “Go on, it’s way too hot to wait for the hotel. You’ll feel better once you’ve showered.”

“No.” Max whines.

Daniel takes another breath, it’s way too hot to be going back and forth like this, so he walks around Max, shoves the sliding door open and grabs the showerhead.

“You can get in the shower or I’ll bring the shower to you.”

Max looks at him incredulously, Daniel has to bite back a laugh at the look on his face.

“You won’t.”

“One.”

“Daniel!” Max whines, but doesn’t push it further, peels the fireproof off on his way there and makes a show out of shoving the screen closed a little too hard.

Daniel waits on the small leather couch for Max to finish, lays a clean set of clothes out that Max easily slides into once he’s done.

He’s stood a couple feet away from Daniel kind of sheepishly and so Daniel past his lap. Max doesn’t need to be told twice.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles into Daniel’s chest once he’s fitted their bodies together.

“That’s okay.” Daniel hums, scratching his fingers into the buzzed hair on Max’s neck. “I still love the brat, too.”

Daniel can feel the blush that spreads onto Max’s cheeks when Max presses his face into his chest with a whine. He laughs. “How you feeling?”

“Good.” Max mumbles, face reappearing to peak up at Daniel. “Yeah, good.”

Daniel smiles. “Yeah? You did so well, streak had to end someday.”

“I did do well.” Max nods, and Daniel might feel his heart explode with how proud he is at Max for acknowledging that.

“I maximized the car, that’s a win too.”

“It is.” Daniel nods.

[amesscott]

Portwell Fanfic List

[Part 1]

Post-Season 3

you never got the love i know you want (am i just what you settled for?) by: laurenswriting

EJ Leaves the Building by: taygeta

Chocolate Gives Me Heartburn by: Aroundthewaygirl

Together Forever by: Asexual_Enjolras

Seven Summers by: Aroundthewaygirl

One Last First Time by: Aroundthewaygirl

Flashbacks and Echoes by: taygeta

bad guy by: dreamlessfavors

Everyday of Our Lives by: taygeta

pancakes for dinner by: dreamlessfavors

I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss by: taygeta

call it what you want by: dreamlessfavors

reconciliation: fingers crossed (rose's version) by: mind_writing

Cruel Summer by: Aroundthewaygirl

It Starts (Again) With Us by: Aroundthewaygirl

Alternate Universe (AU)

This Just In by: MoonymyLove

i want you to know, don't be afraid (it's only us) by: ElixirBB

permanent mark by: mar_writes_things

It's never too late to come back to my side by: mar_writes_things

Stay, stay, stay (I've been loving you for quite some time) by: mar_writes_things

Beating Like a Drum (And It's Coming Your Way) by: Aroundthewaygirl

My sister's roommate by MoonymyLove

Shot of Something Stronger by: Aroundthewaygirl

The Wedding Date Pact by: Aroundthewaygirl

My Showerhead Is Very Impressed With Me by: JLM_Dream

Maybe I'm A Fool by: chocolatesouffle

Basketball Diaries by: Aroundthewaygirl

The moon is the reflection of your love by: MoonymyLove

Not Another Hallmark Holiday Movie! by: Aroundthewaygirl

a pirate's life for me by: dreamlessfavors

Almost Gone by: JustoWrites

chocolate frogs & nimbus 3000s by: dreamlessfavors

Canon Compliant

Season 1

It Feels So Right To Be Here With You by: sabstar

Christmas Raincheck by: Jellybean96

mum's the word by: thstarsofsilver

Season 2

Maybe He Needs That Romance by: chocolatesouffle

Everyone Sees by: chocolatesouffle

Familiar by: Write_To_You

you took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes, my dreams (5 Things EJ Caswell Learns about Gina Porter) by: areyounobodytoo

stuck in my own head but you pull me out by: future_out_of_focus

daylight by: scoutshonour

to keep her warm by: MegTheMighty

The Heartbreak Club by: covestone

It's Not Living If It's Not With You by: jenipottinger

Meet Me In the Space Between by: Aroundthewaygirl

how can i go home when you’re all i wanna know? by: capulets

My Comfort Is You - A Portwell Oneshot by: palisadec

Can I Have This Dance? by: palisadec

so baby, bye, bye; wish you the best by: raganalightwood

and that's what you missed on high school musical: the musical: the series by: dreamlessfavors

the theater kid group chats by: dreamlessfavors

Post-Season 2

Prom Pieces by: taygeta

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real) by: burning_daylight

you keep his shirt he keeps his word by: mar_writes_things

There's Something 'Bout the Way by: Aroundthewaygirl

So Much Better by: sabstar

just the two of us (we could make it if we tried) by: skystarscapes

the duke sweatshirt by: dreamlessfavors

a night to remember by: dreamlessfavors

Mine - A Portwell Love Confession by: palisadec

build-a-bear by: dreamlessfavors

you say that you never felt this way for anyone by: raganalightwood

Take me back in time to when we were unbroken by: Jiaras_daughter

This Night Is Sparkling by: palisadec

Season 3

Discount Harry Styles by: MoonlightShines (Thatkillervibe)

love story by: dreamlessfavors

root beer and first kisses by: dreamlessfavors

Non-Canon Compliant/Canon Divergent

Season 1

so it's you by: AlwaysSleeping

so lonely before, i finally found (what i’ve been looking for) by: pixel_perfect

you make me better by: lesbianbey

Season 2

she's a butcher with a smile by: riptidejoy

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all! by: MoonymyLove

play pretend by: thstarsofsilver

Season 3

our last summer (i still see it all) by: skystarscapes

When I Say Softly, Slowly by: Aroundthewaygirl

Deserves a Quiet Night by: Aroundthewaygirl

wherever you are, i am by: megs27

fixer upper by: dreamlessfavors

The Most Perfect Night by: Jellybean96

Can I just, say something crazy? (You're the best girlfriend) by: megs27

bad blood by: dreamlessfavors

Say That Again: A Portwell Summer Camp Story by: taygeta

A Win for Team Wonderstudy by: Jellybean96

How Deep Is Your Love by: taygeta

The Making of Frozen: The Musical: The Series by: Aroundthewaygirl

The Show Must Go On by: taygeta

Never a Maybe by: megs27

looking at you, my heart loves the view by: Jellybean96

Solace by: chocolatesouffle

What If: A Post-Show Breakup by: taygeta

Always Be My Maybe by: Jiaras_daughter

the slaughter at camp shallow lake by: dreamlessfavors

Future

Taylor Made Me Do It by: Aroundthewaygirl

Love You Like a Love Song by: Aroundthewaygirl

Let It Go by: redlyncentral

Forgetting For Awhile: A Holiday Fic by: taygeta

there is so much more inside me now by: ash_ish

Portwell Celebrates the Holidays by: Aroundthewaygirl

Christmas Wishes by: Aroundthewaygirl

you were a home for me when I had no one there by: wondereternity

Of All the Things My Hands Have Held (The Best By Far Is You) by: Aroundthewaygirl

camera roll by: Aroundthewaygirl

I Try To Capture Every Minute by: redmeanslove

We Can Dance on Clouds Forever by: bex2313

Just Another Chance to Fall by: Aroundthewaygirl

First Times - A Portwell Proposal by: palisadec

Third Time's the Charm by: Jellybean96

Could You Hold Me Without Any Talking? by: palisadec

here and now (it's time for celebration) by: pbeatrixx

[behold-the-brave-battalion-17]

Roman: Well, you sound like you've done a lot of singing, too.

Patton: Yeah, my showerhead is very impressed with me.

[pointreyesjournal]

Culotte Mouillée : ep196

Cheyenne: Baby, wake up.

Me: What’s wrong?

Cheyenne: I think the boat is moving.

I yawn, rub my eyes and look at my watch.

Me: It’s high noon. We must have left port while we were sleeping.

Cheyenne: I was dreaming that I was in a waterbed that was sloshing around, and when I woke up I was completely disoriented.

Me: We’re sailing for sure. Let’s get dressed and go on deck before we get seasick.

Cheyenne: I can’t. I’m all sticky from last night.

Me: Okay, let’s take a quick shower, then go topside.

Cheyenne: Good plan!

The boat is moving, and it is rolling. But with 115 feet of waterline it’s not rolling much. But it is heeling to port a fair bit, so we’re definitely under sail. Showering on a moving sailboat presents challenges. The shower is tiny, maybe four square feet, and it’s leaning 20 degrees. So you have to prop yourself up against the wall and use the showerhead like a wand. And there’s no room for any hanky panky. It’s a single serving shower stall.

…

We’re dressed and headed for the deck. When we round the corner at the intersection of the hallway and the kitchen we can see Filet putting together a fancy lunch of cold cut sandwiches, with fresh fruits and sparkling waters.

On deck, the sun is bright and the wind is blowing solidly. Henrik is at the helm and the captain is trimming the main sheet. Henrik looks majestic behind the giant steering wheel of the yacht.

Henrik: Good morning lovely humans! I trust you slept well.

Cheyenne: Yes indeed. Thank you Henrik. Where are we?

Henrik: We’re sailing east toward San Remo.

He points past the port side of the boat.

Henrik: You can see the coast there.

We’re a couple of miles off the coast. Being the Med, there are big yachts everywhere. In the distance I see the distinct three mast design of The Black Pearl, the 106 meter sailing superyacht. It makes our boat look like a dinghy by comparison. There’s always a bigger ship on the horizon in the Med. C’est la vie. We’re sailing to enjoy, not impress.

Solleone has a bimini top with a windscreen so passengers can enjoy sailing on deck, but stay out of the breeze. That is where we find Autumn, Floody and Beri.

Beri: Good morning lovebugs.

Autumn: I see that you’ve made it topside at the crack of noon. Comfy down there?

Cheyenne: Very.

Captain Jean-Luc: Alexa! Eeze time for lunch s'il vous plaît!

Me: I wonder if the Captain realizes it sounds like he’s yelling at an Amazon Alexa every time he does that?

Cheyenne: That is going to drive me fucking nuts.

Alexa appears at the top of the companionway with a large platter of sandwiches and fruits. Filet follows her with sparkling waters, warm and sans ice of course. We’re in Europe, home of the warm Coca-Cola. Yuk.

Alexa: Buongiorno, I see we are all awake bright and early today.

Cheyenne: The jet lag is kicking my ass.

Floody: Jet lag? Is that what you two were doing at 3am? Jet lagging?

Alexa: Signore Floody makes a joke, yes?

Cheyenne (to Alexa): Nous faisions l'amour.

Alexa: Yes Signorina Cheyenne, we all know you were making love.

Cheyenne: Oh, wow, were we … 

Floody: Loud?

Autumn. Very loud.

Alexa: Oui, very loud. But I enjoy it. It gave me, how you say “culotte mouillée”

Cheyenne: Wet panties?

Alexa: Oui! Hahaha, It gave me wet panties.

Captain Jean-Luc: Alexa! Please, let zee guests enjoy zee lunch s'il vous plaît!

Alexa: Okay guests, I must go.

Filet and Alexa disappear below deck and we enjoy lunch. Beri puts dijon on a sandwich and shuttles it aft so that Henrik can have a bite to eat while at the helm. San Remo comes into view and I swear I can see “Il Poggio” cut into the hillside. Cyclists must race up and down il Poggio at the conclusion of each year’s Milan-San Remo cycling race.

Me: You speak French?

Cheyenne: Some. I took it in High School.

Me: I forgot that Europeans have a much more relaxed attitude about sex. Alexa seemed a little …

Cheyenne: Inappropriate?

Me: I was going to say “turned on.”

Cheyenne: Maybe she heard, but I don’t need to hear about it. A little discretion would be appreciated.

Me: I’ll chat with her about it after lunch.

Cheyenne: Careful, she might get “culotte mouillée” again.

…

We spend the entire day sailing east. It’s 100 miles exactly from Monaco to Portofino, our destination. Today is our day to make the longest passage of our journey, so we all take turns at the helm. Cheyenne and I team drive for a nice portion of the afternoon. It’s an amazing feeling having this much yacht under your control.

We arrive in Portofino harbor well after dark and drop our anchor. We pushed super hard to reach harbor in a single day, and we’re all thankful that we’ll be sleeping on beds that are horizontal and stationary.

[secretly-of-course]

rules: bold everything that applies to you & tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better.

Thank you for the tag @eyebqll !

A P P E A R A N C E

I’m over 5′5”. I wear glasses/contacts. I have blonde hair. I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. I have one or more piercings. I have at least one tattoo. I have blue/green eyes. I have dyed or highlighted my hair. I have gotten plastic surgery. I have or had braces. I sunburn easily. I have freckles. I paint my nails. I typically wear makeup. I don’t often smile. I am pleased with how I look. I prefer Nike to Adidas. I wear baseball hats backwards.

H O B B I E S A N D T A L E N T S

I play a sport. I can play an instrument. I am artistic. I know more than one language. I have won a trophy in some sort of competition. I can cook or bake without a recipe. I know how to swim. I enjoy writing. I can do origami. I prefer movies to tv shows. I can execute a perfect somersault. I enjoy singing. I could survive in the wild on my own. I have read a new book series this year. I enjoy spending time with friends. I travel during school or work breaks. I can do a handstand.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

I am in a relationship. I have been single for over a year. I have a crush. I have a best friend I have known for ten years. My parents are together. I have dated my best friend. I am adopted. My crush has confessed to me. I have a long distance relationship. I am an only child. I give advice to my friends. I have made an online friend. I met up with someone I have met online.

A E S T H E T I C S

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell. I have watched the sunrise. I enjoy rainy days. I have slept under the stars. I meditate outside. The sound of chirping calms me. I enjoy the smell of the beach. I know what snow tastes like. I listen to music to fall asleep. I enjoy thunderstorms. I enjoy cloud watching. I have attended a bonfire. I pay close attention to colors. I find mystery in the ocean. I enjoy hiking on nature paths. Autumn is my favorite season.

M I S C E L L A N I O U S

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle. I am the mom friend. I live by a certain quote. I like the smell of sharpies. I am involved in extracurricular activities. I enjoy Mexican food. I can drive a stick-shift. I believe in true love. I make up scenarios to fall asleep. I sing in the shower. I wish I lived in a video game. I have a canopy above my bed. I am multiracial. I am a redhead. I own at least three dogs.

10 is kind of an overwhelming amount so I am tagging @randomsmilingpotatoes @saltytyrus (if you guys want to) and anyone who feels like info dumping today 😊

[bacchira]

I Can Be Quick

minors, blank and ageless blogs dni.

pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

a/n: part 3 of 3 of my birthday present for the lovely @tenkoushimura <3 happy birthday, darling <3

word count: 2,7k

summary: Kuroo very much enjoys washing your hair. it’s kind of intimacy, that makes it hard for him, not to want to touch you further. even on your birthday when there isn’t much time to work with.

tags: unprotected sex, established relationship, characters aged up, shower sex, quickie, probably more stuff that i haven’t thought off, so please let me know if any i’ve missed

Hot water ran from the showerhead, washing away the stress of a long day. You hum to yourself as the steam curled around your legs. It was your birthday, and your family had been invited to dinner at you and your boyfriends place, so you’d hopped in the shower to get ready before they’d arrive a little later. You’d already asked your boyfriend if he’d prefer showering before or after you, and when he’d told you to go ahead and shower before him, you did just that.

Enjoying your hot shower, you decided on letting yourself absorb the heat for a bit before actually getting to the washing part. Just standing there for a little while and enjoying the warmth before washing yourself down; time ticking by in a steady pace. You knew you’d probably taken a bit longer than you should, if your boyfriend was going to get in after you, but honestly, it was your birthday, so he’d just have to hurry when it was his turn to hop in the shower.

When he opened the door and joined you in the bathroom, it wasn’t a total surprise though. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened andoving together, you knew it wouldn’t be the last either. Hearing the door creak open, you smiled and tilted your head back, closed your eyes and let the water wash over your face. You knew it was him. Living with him, you knew his routines and you could clearly recognize his presence and the sound of his feet on the ground. So you smiled. But still you tipped your head back down and called to him.

“Kuroo?” he hummed in response. You hear him move around and decide to peek out from behind the shower curtain, eyes settling on him. He stood right there, hip leaned against the sink and arms crossed over his chest. He smiled at you.

“Was just going to—“ His words trails off as he gestures vaguely around the bathroom, smile growing into a smirk.

“To what? Make sure I wash my hair properly?” You joke and send him a teasing smile.

“No,” Kuroo said simply, eyes glancing down quickly to where your body disappeared behind the shower curtain. It was so brief that you almost missed it. Almost. “I was actually going to offer a helping hand but…”

“Were you, now?”

“I was.”

“And what would the help involve, more specifically?” You blinked up at him and schooled your face into the most innocent of expressions that you could muster.

“Washing your hair, obviously.” Kuroo mirrored your expression, as his arms unfolded themselves from across his broad chest; hands going for the hem of his shirt. Then he stopped, fabric between his fingers and eyes boring into yours. “Unless you don’t want me to of course. In which case, I can—“

“What gave you the impression that I didn’t?” You lifted an eyebrow at him in question.

“Maybe I just wanted to make sure.” You can’t help but chuckle and roll your eyes at him as you let the curtain fall back in place and move back under the water.

“Come on, Big Boy. We don’t have all night,” you urge and you instantly heared the ruffle of Kuroo stripping off of his clothes, to join you in the shower.

“As you wish, Princess.”

A moment later, he moved the curtain to the side and stepped in behind you. Kuroo didn’t waste time before wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing himself against your back, resting his chin atop of your head. Water poured over both of your bodies and for a moment you just let yourself soak in his warmth, leaning further into him. He sighed. Content. But then pulled back a little.

“What are you doing?” you asked, twisting to look up at him.

“Told you I’d wash your hair, didn’t I?” Kuroo sent you a warm smile and reached out for your bottle of shampoo. “Turn your head,” he instructed as he popped the cap of the bottle. You hummed and did as you were told.

A few moments later, Kuroo started massaging the shampoo into the roots of your hair. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch. Kuroo worked his fingers against your scalp, applying a soft pressure. It felt nice. So nice, you couldn’t help the pleased little sound that escaped you.

At first you hadn’t noticed the sound slipping past your lips and Kuroo didn’t bring it up either. At least not when it happened. Instead he instructed you to put your head under the water. Skilled, his fingers kept moving through your hair. Across your scalp. Carding through long strands. Massaging. Caressing. Tender and soft. Another sound escaped you, and this time you did notice. However, when Kuroo didn’t say anything, you expected that he hadn’t heard. You hoped, yet maybe some part of you hoped he did hear how much you enjoyed his touch. But he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he finished off rinsing out your hair, and when he was satisfied, he softly gathered it all and placed it over your shoulder.

“All done,” Kuroo told you and stepped closer. Dipping his head down towards your other now exposed shoulder, you suddenly realized that he probably had heard that little sound of yours, when something warm brushed against the skin right above the mounds of your ass. His lips softly pressed to your shoulder. Once. Twice. Thrice. Kuroo kissed his way across your shoulder, towards your neck. Instinctively, your head tilted your head to the side, offering Kuroo better access.

“Kuroo–”

“Hmm?” Kuroo stepped even closer, cock trapped between your bodies. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and you knew that despite the hardness against your backside, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop, if you actually asked him to. But you didn’t.

“No…” Your voice trailed off when his fingers traced up your sides, coming around to cup your tits. Once again Kuroo put his lips to your skin, nipping at the side of your neck.

“What is it then?” He mumbled against your skin.

“Feels nice–” Fingers pinched at your nipples and twisted slightly, breaking off your words in a throaty whine.

“But?” He urged, very well knowing, that you’d meant to say something else, before he’d interrupted you. Maybe he already knew what you were going to say. Maybe that was why he’d interrupted in the first place. Knowing him, that was very likely. He was cocky and confident and sometimes he was a pain in the ass, which meant would be one to tease and interrupt with said teasing, even when he knew you wanted to say something more. But he was also very lovable and the teasing was definitely also one of the reasons why you loved him and adored him as much as you did. You cleared your throat and steeled yourself against the probability of him trying to catch you off guard once more, when you’d start speaking.

“They’ll be here soon,” you began and just as you anticipated, a sharp pinch to your nipple forced a gasp from your lungs. But that wouldn’t stop you, you’d decided. So you continued. “So if we’re going to do this, you have to hurry.” You pressed back against him to emphasize your words, and felt him twitch against your backside and heard his breath catching in his throat.

Kuroo was quick to collect himself, and you almost got disappointed when he removed one hand from the perky nub on the fleshy mounds of your chest, and pulled back. Almost, because before you got that far, the hard warmth of his cock moved between your legs and slapped against your sex, and his hands pulled you back against him.

“I can be quick,” he murmured against your ear. Kuroo let his now free hand run down your side, while slowly rutting against your slippery cunt. “I can be quick, i promise,” he repeated in an unspoken plea. Kuroo’s hand moved over your hip but halted before moving all the way to the place you wanted him most. You twisted your head and pushed one hand into his wet hair, pulling his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. When you pulled back, followed, desperate for more, but you held him back by the hair.

“So, be quick,” you told him as you pressed your hips back against him and connected your lips once more. Realizing your approval, Kuroo didn’t waste time before he let his hand slide the rest of the way to your cunt, ghosting over your pussylips before using two fingers to spread your folds around his cock. His breathing was heavy through his nose as your lips moved in synch. A wet and messy synchronized dance, until you broke your shared pace, by slipping out your tongue, to which he quickly responded by parting his lips and meeting your tongue with his own. With your tongues sliding against each other, Kuroo let his fingers slide past his cock, pushing one against your entrance. His cock throbbed against your inner thigh, and your cunt fluttered in response, clenching before you forced your muscles to relax and invite him inside.

As he pressed one finger inside, Kuroo sucked in a breath, almost breaking the kiss. However you were quick to catch him before he did, even despite your own hips jutting against his touch.

“You’re– Really wet–” Kuroo sighed against your lips. With his finger plunging in and out of your warmth, you can’t help the sounds that escaped you, just to be swallowed up by Kuroo. He did make good of his words on being quick, as he worked you open. Soon enough, he added another finger, having been with you long enough to know that you didn’t mind the slight sting. To know that at times, you prefered it even. Two fingers deep, Kuroo pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, moving in firm circles against the sensitive nerves. Curling his fingers, you broke the kiss with a gasp, hand going slack and slipping form the back of his head. A low chuckle drifted over the sound of the shower running and to your ears. His fingers curled again, hitting that same spot again before scissoring his fingers inside of you, drawing another moan from your lips. When you looked up at him, you saw his lips curling into a familiar smirk. His fingers pumped in and out of you and your jaw had gone slack. It took you a moment to regain the use of your voice.

“I thought you said you’d be quick?” you managed to ask him, setting a clear challenge that didn’t escape his notice, even through the lustful clouds in his head. The corner of his mouth twitched as the hand still resting on your breast quickly moved to your back, pressing you forward firmly. Your hands slapped against wet tiles before your upper body was pushed flush against it, ass resting against his pelvis.

“You want quick, hm?” Kuroo huffed as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing once more. You looked back at him in time to see him lining himself up at your entrance. As if knowing you were watching, Kuroo lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on yours as he pressed the tip inside. You couldn’t help the hiss that whistled out through your teeth. Kuroo didn’t slow down. He took a firm hold of your hip and pushed further inside. His own jaw slacked and a low whine drawled from his throat when he sheathed himself inside you completely.

“Fuck–” Kuroo’s fingers tightened at your hip and the other hand moved into your hair. “You feel so– So good.” His breath hitched as you clamped down on him, urging him to move. And ever the gentleman, if he dared say so himself, he complied; pulling back and slapping back inside. Fast. Hard. Kuroo picked up and settled on a ferocious pace that had you mewling and babbling in time with each of his thrusts. His own sounds mingled with yours and the noise of his skin slapping against yours.

Kuroo soon pulled you back up against his own body, drilling into you with a desperate need. With you flush against his chest, Kuroo let his head flop down on your shoulder, resting his forehead against your skin, as he let out a long pitched whine.

Sex with Kuroo was like this. He enjoyed being cocky and teasing you in regards to foreplay. He knew what you liked and how you liked it. However his cocky attitude failed him, whenever his cock was buried inside your pussy, and he was reduced to a whining, needy mess, thrusting mercilessly into your tight hole. And you liked him like that. He was pure instincts, heavy breathing and intense stamina.

Kuroo’s fingers found their way to your clit as he continued to thrust his cock into you. His other hand roamed your body, tracing your skin as if trying to savor each and every inch of you. Each and every tiny moment he was able to touch you.

As a means to keep yourself steady, you had one hand braced against the cold tiles. With each of Kuroo’s thrusts, you felt yourself rising further and further up on your toes. Whether to make it easier for Kuroo to thrust into you or maybe to try and upend his relentless pace, you actually didn’t know to be sure. Maybe it was both. However, just as you reached all the way up to your tippy toes, the angle of Kuroo’s thrusts changed. Your knees wobbled and your eyes rolled back when he hit the sweetest spot inside of you. Ever the observant partner, Kuroo noticed the slight quiver of your body. the flutter of your cunt around him. His lips latched onto your skin as he drilled into that same spot again. and again. and again.

Your eyes screwed shut as you grabbed onto Kuroo’s arm, clinging on for dear life as your legs started shaking. Kuroo worked his finger faster on your clit. His breathing got heavier and harder as he panted against your skin.

“Please–” His words broke off in a groan, almost drowned out by the crescendo of moans falling over your lips.”You can– Cum for me, please– Baby please–” Kuroo snapped his hips sharply against yours and pressed down harder on your clit. Your jaw dropped and the heat that’d been pooling in the pit of your stomach snapped. Your walls pulsed around Kuroo’s cock, drawing a deep moan from his throat, as he fought to keep his pace steady through your high.

He failed. Of course he did. Kuroo was an attentive lover, and he never allowed himself to tumble over the edge before you’d done so first. But when you did, he never lasted long. But how could he, when the noises you made were so sweet, and when you clenched around him and you just felt so good? Kuroo’s thrusts stuttered. Turned sloppy as your walls milked his cock dry. Every last drop was squeezed from the angry tip still rutting deep inside of your pussy. Little by little, his movements stilled. The water was starting to lose its heat. Kuroo’s arms snaked around your middle and pulled you closer, and for a moment you let yourself enjoy his warmth, caressing the skin of his forearms with your fingertips. Contempt, Kuroo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. A mild smile graced your face before turning slightly wicked.

“Did the quick part end with the orgasm?” You teased and felt his hold on you tightening slightly. “We still have to hurry, you know. Probably now more than would’ve needed be.” Kuroo’s deep groan had you laughing heartily, as you reached over to turn off the water.

“Don’t laugh,” Kuroo mumbled against your shoulder.

“Aww, why not?” You asked in feigned innocence. However, his reply was not what you expected.

“Because if you do,” he started, finally lifting his head and nibbling at your earlobe. “It’ll get hard again and we don’t have time for round two, now do we?”

[bemoreincorrect]

christine: well, you sound like you've done a lot of singing, too.

jeremy: yeah, my showerhead is very impressed with me.

[chokemeanakin]

Soft head canon taking a shower w/ Anakin because I think that’s the cutest thing ever

I hope you guys don’t mind, I decided to just combine these. also, I’m proud to say it, SMUT WARNING 😆😆😆

This is dedicated to my whores in the Anakin’s Sluts gc 👀❤️

Masterlist

Read it on ao3

Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader Take a Shower (Fluff + smut)

The battle was a particularly cruel one. It seemed like every other week you were on a desert planet-- much to Anakin’s dismay-- where the sand would get kicked up and everyone would choke on the dust and you couldn’t see two feet in front of you. You had to get used to shielding your eyes, slathering yourself in sunscreen, and swallowing with a parched throat. Finally, after the separatist base had been destroyed and the droid factory shut down, you and Anakin were sent home.

After reporting to the Jedi council (you technically had no obligation to since you weren’t a Jedi, but it felt like the right thing to do since you were working under them for the Republic), you and Anakin stumbled to his room in the Jedi temple. You were both too tired and beat up to care if anyone saw you-- albeit the hallways were empty-- as Anakin held the door open for you and followed you into the room himself.

“You can take first shower,” he told you, shrugging off his Jedi robe and folding it over the couch. You rolled your shoulders, feeling the stiffness already building up in your arms.

“You sure? I’m fine to wait if you want to go first.”

Anakin slung his arm around your shoulders and led you to the bathroom, planting a quick kiss to your dirt-smeared forehead. “You’re dirtier than me. You go first.”

“Or…” you took his hand and ran your lips over his knuckles. You looked up at him deviously. “We can take one together.”

His face suddenly lit up. You wanted to roll your eyes at his boyish excited, but he was too busy ripping his belt and leather armor off to see.

“Don’t be shy,” you joked, and started the shower so you could give him some privacy. While you two had seen each other naked before, you were still a bit shy around him and preferred to ease into things. Anakin, on the other hand, had no shame. This was evident from the pants that he threw to the ground, signaling that he was fully naked. He walked up behind you and pulled your hair over your shoulder, leaning down to whisper into your ear.

“Your turn.”

Again, that damn bashfulness bubbled up in your stomach. Anakin could sense it, and his chest rumbled with quiet laughter from behind you.

“I’ll give you some privacy then,” he let his fingers trail teasingly over the delicate skin of your neck, and then his warmth was gone from your back. You closed your eyes as he walked in front of you and got in the shower.

Get it together, you commanded yourself. It’s just Anakin.

Yes, Anakin. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, sculpted Anakin. The thought of his impressive physique just behind that curtain was doing nothing to quell your rising nerves.

“Water’s getting cold,” he teased from the shower. You rolled your eyes again.

“I’m coming.”

Starting with your shirt, you lifted it up and over your head and let it drop to the ground in the pile of Anakin’s clothes. Your pants followed, then your bra and underwear. Facing the shower, you took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

You pulled the curtain back a little bit and slipped inside, looking at the ground so you wouldn’t psych yourself out. When you looked up, Anakin was staring down at you, a sideways smile on his face, dripping with water.

“Well hello there…” he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chiseled body. You were glad he did that, so you could hide your body by pressing it against him. You’d be fine in a moment, you knew that-- you just needed to warm up.

“Oh stop it,” you wrapped your arms around his waist as well, resting your cheek against his chest. “That’s Obi-Wan’s line.”

He pulled a face at that. “Please don’t mention Obi-Wan while we’re showering together.”

“My apologies,” you laughed, and then pulled away. Swallowing your nerves, you reached for a bottle of shampoo behind his head and got to work scrubbing your hair. You passed the bottle to him and he did the same.

This was the part you were nervous about. You didn’t feel particularly sexy washing yourself in front of him. Shampooing your hair was such a menial task, but it was something you never pictured having anyone else ever witness. Especially Anakin.

But he didn’t seem to mind. He did the same as you-- scrubbed his hair with shampoo, then stepped under the water to wash it out. You smiled as his hair fell into his face, and he ran his hand through it to get it out of his eyes.

“M’lady,” he stepped aside so you could wash the shampoo out. While you did, he grabbed a cloth and applied some body wash to it. You watched his bicep flex as he squeezed the bottle. He looked at you, eyebrow raised.

“May I?”

Oh. He wanted to wash you.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded. The butterflies were starting in your stomach again, but you beat them down with a stick.

He stepped up close to you again, eyes soft as he ran the cloth gently over your shoulder, down your arm, and back up again. He did the same to the other side, spreading the soap along with it, before moving on. He made you turn so he could get your back, your behind, your legs. You were a blushing mess when he turned you around again, but he was smirking.

“Cute butt,” he quipped, and you glared at him.

“Lemme see that,” you reached for the cloth, but he raised it over his head. No fair. If he got to get up close and personal with your goods, you deserved to do the same to him.

“Ah ah ah, I’m not done yet.”

You crossed your arms, pouting as he applied more soap to the cloth. He looked at you expectantly.

“What?” his eyes drifted to the arms crossed over your chest. “Oh.”

You let your arms drop, baring it all for his eyes to devour. And devour, they did.

With one hand on your ribcage to keep you still, he got to work running the cloth over the delicate skin of your breasts. Your breathing increased as he directed his sole focus on them, never having a person pay such close attention to them before. He was being very nice about it though, his expression staying neutral yet soft, interested yet thoughtful.

You knew he was doing cartwheels in his mind though.

Always the gentleman, he didn’t linger. He could probably sense your growing nerves, and moved on to run the cloth down the valley of your breasts and to your navel. He finished up by washing your sides and then helped get the suds off with the showerhead.

He smirked slightly when he picked up the showerhead, and you knew what he was thinking. You responded by taking it from his grasp and hooking it back up to the wall.

“You’re no fun,” he winked, squeezing more body wash onto the cloth. He began to wash himself with it before you grabbed his wrist to stop him. He understood right away what you wanted to do.

He stood still beneath you, a smug smirk plastered on his face as you took your time running the cloth over his body. It wasn’t fair, really, how crazy attractive his body was. And what’s worse-- he knew it too.

You took your time dragging the cloth over his broad shoulders, down his muscular arms, over his chiseled chest. You watched the soapy suds drip down between his defined abs, his chest rising and falling with each measured breath he took. His skin glistened with moisture under the warm spray, the steam clouding up around you. You went lower, tracing his v-line, lingering for a moment, caught up in the sight of him--

“Okay, I think that’s enough of that,” he said as your hand was enveloped in his, removing the cloth from your grasp. You returned to reality, feeling all of a sudden way too hot. One look at his face and you knew he felt the same.

“Right,” you reached behind him again to turn the lever of the shower off, but the soap on the floor caused you to slip and fall forward. Anakin caught you, but you were pressed right up against him once again. Only this time, the air between you two was crackling with electricity.

“Careful,” his voice was deeper, raspy. You were hyper aware of every place your body met his-- the arm around your back, hand pressed to the dip in your spine, your front meeting every hard plane of his. One look at his face and you knew what had already been decided.

Your lips met on their own accord.

Water dripped into your mouth as your lips slotted with his, but you didn’t care. You gripped his shoulders as he spun you around and pressed you against the shower wall, out of the way of the spray of water so he could get to you properly. He attacked your mouth like he was starving, and it was all you could do to keep up.

His lips strayed from your mouth, making his way down your neck, licking and biting and sucking the skin. You gasped for breath, chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing at the same time he returned to your mouth.

He swallowed your moan, your hands digging into his shoulders, pushing yourself up so you could get more leverage on him. He knew where you wanted him, and he was more than willing to supply.

“Fuck, baby,” he broke away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You could feel his panting breaths on your lips, water dripping from his bangs down your face. You were so enveloped in him it was hard to breathe, but there was nothing else you’d rather suffocate in.

He watched his hands squeeze your breasts again, holding them in his large palms, flicking his flesh thumb over your nipple. The sensation shot right to your core, and you bowed your back away from the wall, pressing closer to him.

You wanted to tell him what you wanted, where you wanted his sinful mouth, but all you could vocalize was a pathetic, “Please.”

He bent his head to press a kiss the hollow of your neck, a promise of what was to come. He looked up at you, and his eyes were hooded, dark.

In the next moment, his lips were wrapped around your left nipple, sucking it into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. You gasped, hands instantly digging into his hair to hold him in place.

While his mouth paid avid attention to your left peak, his right metal thumb-- warmed from the water-- massaged the right. You had no idea this could feel so good, but your body was singing with pleasure due to Anakin’s ministrations.

He sucked your nipple into his mouth and then released it with a pop, kissing his way over to the right to give it equal attention. You watched him tongue at your soft flesh, flicking the peak back and forth until it was hard. Then, ever so gently, he closed his teeth around it and nibbled.

You just about tore his hair out.

He laughed at your reaction, running a tongue over the area to soothe his actions. It sent vibrations through your body, causing your nerves to go haywire. Switching back to your left breast, he closed his lips around your nipple again and closed his eyes, moaning.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Shit, Anakin,” you panted, throwing your leg around his hip and grinding onto his thigh. The heat was pooling up there, and you needed some friction to relieve it. He met your actions with a hand to your hip, guiding your movements as he continued his work on your chest.

Between his mouth on your chest, working you in ways that made blood pool both in your cheeks and in your lower regions, and the sinful grinding you were doing on his leg-- you weren’t sure how you lasted so long.

Those beautiful plump lips closed around you again, teeth scraping your sensitive skin, sucking you into his mouth and running his tongue over the center. At the same time, he reached a hand down and began playing with your sensitive nub, massaging it just so that it would cause an explosion within your body.

You threw your head back, pressing it against the shower wall as the rest of your body curved into his involuntarily. Anakin’s name left your mouth in a cry, fingers digging into his scalp, but if it hurt him he didn’t mention it. Your head went all fuzzy, your vision spotty as the high crashed over you like a wave. He slowed his motions and backed off on the pressure as you came down, working you through it but not stopping completely.

When your body stopped twitching and your head cleared up, you fell into Anakin limply. Your body was useless, the powerful orgasm he just gave you having soaked up every last bit of strength you had left in your bones. You felt like a big blob of jelly, and Anakin released your sensitive peak with a smile.

“Beautiful,” he traced his lips over your forehead, holding you up with his hands under your arms.

You both noticed the water going cold at about the same time.

“I guess that’s our cue,” he reached up to turn the water off, then called a towel over with the force. He helped you out of the shower and wrapped you in the towel, guiding you to sit down on the toilet cause your legs were too weak to stand.

“Just so you know,” you managed to choke out. “I’m returning the favor once we get back to your room.”

There was no point in getting dressed. Anakin smirked and took your hand, leading the way.

[365days365movies]

January 16, 2021: Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

I am a massive comic book nerd. Not unusual these days, to be fair. But I’m definitely up there, as far as my obsession with Marvel and DC go. And, yeah, I stick mostly to those two houses, and their various imprints.

Why do I bring this up? Well...remember this movie?

Kick-Ass was a pretty big deal when it came out in 2010, as it was a Marvel Comics movie that was completely unrelated to the relatively new Marvel Cinematic Universe. Based of a 2008 comic book written by Mark Millar and drawn by John Romita Jr., the film was directed by Matthew Vaughn, and featured a more realistic take on how real-world superheroes would actually work.

Vaughn and Millar by this point at least, were friends. Around 2012, they’re getting drunk at a pub together, and talking movies. The topic of spy movies come up, and how there hasn’t really been a good, non-parody, fun spy movie, and that there should be. And that was the bulk of their conversation.

Enter Dave Gibbons, a legendary comic book artist, whom you may know from drawing the comic book that was turned into this:

Oh yeah, he’s a big deal. Gibbons and Millar end up getting together to write a fun spy comic book based on this idea. Vaughn, meanwhile, is getting ready to direct X-Men: Days of Future Past, the sequel to X-Men: First Class, which Vaughn directed. That’s a good movie, by the way, even if I have...issues...with the treatment of the X-Men in film. Maybe one day I’ll get into that, we’ll see what happens. Ask me about it if you’re curious.

Anyway, Millar goes to Vaughn with this script, and Vaughan looks at it and realizes that he needs to direct this movie before somebody else makes it. So he leaves Days of Future Past, and he signs on to...

I feel like it’s an obligation, as a comic book dude, to watch this film. I should also read the book, but I didn’t do that with Kick-Ass, so to hell with it! Let’s get this recap started! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Starting off with some Money for Nothing, and somewhere in the Middle East, 1997! We go into a stone temple, where some kind of mission is taking place. A surprise grenade causes the loss of one of the agents. The surviving agents are Merlin (Mark Strong), Lancelot AKA James Spencer (Jack Davenport), and Galahad, AKA Harry Hart (Colin Firth).

Hart, feeling guilty over the death of this agent, tells his wife, Michelle (Samantha Womack) and child Eggsy (yes, Eggsy) of his sacrifice, and gives Eggsy a medal.

From there, we jump forward 17 years, to Argentina where...Mark Hamill?

Holy shit, it’s Mark Hamill! Apparently, he’s playing Professor James Arnold, and being held hostage by a group of mysterious men. Just then, he’s rescued by Lancelot, showing up with some classic James Bond-style swagger and asking for a cup of sugar, sardonically.

He kicks the asses of these guys, but is SLICED IN HALF BY A MAN WITH SWORD LEGS WHAT THE FUCK????

I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was watching the best thing I’ve ever goddamn seen. And as if that weren’t enough, she’s working for Samuel L. “Motherfucker” Jackson, playing Richmond Valentine. I am...I am so pleased.

We go to the Kingsmen headquarters, where Lancelot is being mourned by the Kingmen and their leader MICHAEL CAINE, REALLY, HOLY SHIT

Ahem. Sorry, uh...the star-studded cast has basically caused me to have a minor aneurysm. Caine plays Arthur, the leader of the Kingsmen. Get it? I can dig it, I’m a sucker for a good Arthurian reference. Anyway, now that Lancelot’s dead, it’s time to find a new candidate. Apparently, the man that died 17 years ago was part of an “experiment” by Hart, which Arthur says has failed. Galahad calls Arthur a snob, and says that they need to evolve with the times. \

Speaking of that former candidate, how’s his son doing?

Not stellar, it seems. His mom is dating a very unsavory gentleman, and not really taking good care of her youngest daughter. Eggsy (Taron Egerton), on the other hand, is a carefree delinquent. After engaging in an entertaining backwards car chase with the police (it’s cool), he gets arrested. He refuses to give up his friends, and he instead asks for a phone call.He looks at the medallion around his neck, and remembers that he can use the number of the back to contact someone for help. He uses a specific code phrase, but it appears not to have worked. But then, Eggsy is turned loose with little more than a phone call. That’s when Eggsy meets Hart.

We find out that Eggsy has a high IQ and Olympic-level athletics, but has dropped out of the Marines, and has been arrested for drugs and other illegal activities. After being read out by Hart, Eggsy goes on an anger-filled diatribe about the differences in privilege between the two of them. Although it’s short, it’s a powerful speech.

But that speech is interrupted by the owner of the car that Eggsy stole the previous night, as well as his gang. They’re yearning for a fight with Eggsy, and they threaten Hart. He doesn’t take that well, as he shuts the doors and windoes to the pub. Time to teach a lesson.

Yup, I’m giving this fight the posted video award. It might be short, but it’s also one of the best and coolest sequences I’ve ever seen in a spy movie. And OH, it’s giving me that gadget shit I was missing from the Bond movies.

After one of the most enjoyable fight sequences I’ve seen in a while, Eggsy’s understandably stunned. So is his stepfather Dean (Geoff Bell), the leader of the gang that Hart beat up in the pub. He’s not happy, and he beats Eggsy in their apartment, and that scene is...WHOOF. Much to their surprise, however, Hart’s left a device on Eggsy’s back. He threatens Dean through the device, and tells Eggsy to meet him at a tailor that he’d mentioned.

Once Eggsy escapes from Dean and the gang via nest parkour tricks, he makes his way to the tailor, where Hart officially brings him into the fold, giving him the opportunity to become a Kingsman. He exposits the history of the agency as a private group of spies, meant to protect the world while not bowing to the bureaucracy that plagues government-affiliated spy institutions.

We get to go to Kingsman Headquarters proper, and yeah...yeah, it’s cool. As compared to the other recruits, Eggsy’s pretty obviously out of place. This, of course, is part of the point, as Hart believes the Kingsmen could use someone with different life experiences and background. That would be the experiment mentioned earlier.

Eggsy’s competitors include Roxy (Sophie Cookson), who appears to actually be polite to him, unlike most of the potentials. They settle in for the night...but not for long. Their quarters fills with water, as the entirety of the Kingsmen head towards the showerheads and toilets for air. While they all succeed, Eggsy is the one who actually gets everyone out, by literally punching the window.

Unfortunately, for one of the candidates...it’s too late. These candidates could die in the hiring process. Rough.

Sadly, Mark Hamill also doesn’t quite make it, as Hart finds him, surprisingly freed from Valentine’s capture. As he’s questioned, Valentine is forced to kill him via Suicide Squad implant, and barely escaped from his men. Valentine and his henchwoman, Gazelle (Sofia Boutella) are trying to figure out who the Kingsmen are, to no avail at the moment.

Back with Merlin, who’s training the Kingsman candidates! They’re all told to get a puppy! Aw. Eggsy chooses J.B. a pug, under the mistaken impression that it’s a bulldog. And I’m not a pug person...but that puppy is cute as shit.

Time marches on, and the Kingsmen continue their training. Eggsy’s colleagues continue to discriminate against him, especially Charlie (Edward Holcroft). Hart, who was knocked out by the explosion, eventually wakes up. Valentine goes around to political leaders and proposes his plan to “save the world,” whatever that’s about to mean. Apparently, that includes giving the King of Sweden a surgical implant of some kind. Huh.

This, of course includes some, uh...conflict with Gazelle.

Awesome.

Eggsy’s in the final 6! As Hart congratulates him over this, we finally get some exposition on Richmond Valentine’s plan. See, that implant is the Suicide Squad bomb that killed Hamill, and Gazelle also has one. Additionally, he’s released a plan to the world that will provide free internet and phone data...forever. Not ominous at all, that.

After a cool skydiving training sequence, only three candidates are left. Hart, meanwhile, poses as a wealthy philanthropist, donating to Valentine’s cause. As a result, he’s treated to an extravagant dinner...of McDonald’s. Yes, it is the best product placement I’ve seen in a while, in case you were wondering. That reveal was hilarious.

Anyway, their conversation turns from talking about climate change studies and concerns, to their opinion of James Bond movies, in a lovely little piece of meta flavor. At this point, they would appear to understand each other’s role in the play, as it were. Forgot to mention, Valentine’s been kidnapping anyone who disagrees with his goals, while also distributing his free internet cards. So, there’s that. But he’s also trying to figure out what exactly the “Kingsmen” are. Speaking of...

Our three remaining Kingsman candidates are assigned a mission to seduce a young dignitary. However, all three of them make a mistake, and allow themselves to get drugged at a party, by someone wanting to know who Hart and Kingsmen are. When Eggsy wakes up, he’s been strapped to train tracks. Uh oh.

Despite an oncoming train, Eggsy doesn’t give the man any formation. Which, of course, was the point. It’s Hart, helping to give the Kingsman candidates a little loyalty test, which both Eggsy and Roxy pass with flying colors. But Charlie...Charlie’s a coward who immediately gives everything up, including Arthur himself.

Eggsy gets to spend 24 hours with Hart, before being thrown headfirst into a mission. Hart explains that being a Kingsman means being a gentleman, which Eggsy isn’t. Hart, of course, plans to fix that.

They head to the tailor, and check out some spy gadgets. And much to their surprise, Valentine is also there, under the guise of getting a suit. Hart takes the opportunity to recommend a hatter, who gives him a top hat with built in listening devices. I love it.

Eggsy, meanwhile, speaks with Arthur at Kingsman HQ. He’s commanded to perform one final test: kill his pug, J.B. Which...yeah, damn, that sucks. He doesn’t do it, understandably. Unfortunately...Roxy does kill her dog. She succeeds...and Eggsy’s kicked out of the Kingsman candidacy. Which feels like a bullshit play, if I’m honest.

Eggsy steals Arthur’s car, then goes back home. As he’s about to confront his stepfather, Hart brings back the car via remote access, then explains to Eggsy that the gun was filled with blanks, and that Eggsy ended up giving up his shot. He also reveals that the first candidate to die...didn’t actually die! It’s been a ruse all along, meant to test the candidates under the strictest of conditions. Which sucks, obviously, because Eggsy’s out of the program.

And at that point, Valentine says something of note, revealing that he plans to go to a hate church in Kentucky to begin his master plan. Hart heads there, and tells Eggsy to stay put.

We get treated to just...just the loveliest of sermons. Disgusting. But then...

...that’s the point, isn’t it?

Because Valentine uses the SIM cards to create a signal that drives the parishioners crazy. Hart’s also in the church, however, and he also starts going crazy. Which leaves the question: what happens when a highly trained spy goes up against untrained civilians, has a bunch of gadgets...and has absolutely no restraint whatsoever?

A MASSACRE, THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS. And most surprisingly, it’s a massacre that we actually SEE. Hart basically kills almost EVERYBODY in the church. I’ll put the video up, but...y’know, be warned here. It ain’t pretty.

Hart comes to, and realizes exactly what he’s done. He leaves, only to be confronted by Valentine and his men. The Bond metaphor finally comes full-circle, explained directly by Valentine. But instead of explaining his whole plan and devising some complicated way to kill Hart that he’ll inevitably escape from...

He just shoots Hart in the head. Holy shit. And this is while Merlin, Arthur, and yes, Eggsy watch on through Hart’s home feed. Looks like a new Kingsman is needed.

Arthur tells Merlin to assemble the Kingsmen. But Eggsy...Eggsy has other plans. Thinking on Hart’s words about wanting to do something good with his life. He goes to Arthur to talk to him about Hart’s death. Arthur invites him in for brandy. And that’s...when my mind exploded.

HE’S FUCKING IN ON IT?!? Michael Caine, NOOOO! Turns out that Valentine’s convinced Arthur of his true plan: a culling. He believes that the Earth’s temperature because there’s simply too much humanity, like a body trying to kill a virus. And so...he’s going to make the virus exterminate itself. And that argument’s enough to win Caine over.

Turns out that the implant is meant to protect those individuals against a neurological signal emitted by the SIM cards, the same one that went off in the church. Arthur, realizing that Eggsy understands exactly what’s going on, poisons him, then asks if he would like to join them. Eggsy refuses...and Arthur sets off the remote poison to kill him.

But NOPE! EGGSY SWITCHED THE FUCKIN’ GLASSES! I love this movie. Arthur dies, and Eggsy uses the opportunity to dig the implant from his neck. He takes that and Arthur’s phone to Merlin and Lancelot, who realize that they can’t trust anyone at this point. And so, the three of them - yes, the three of them - go to stop Valentine.

And, yeah...I can dig it. OH HOW I CAN DIG it.

Roxy goes up in an experimental vehicle to bring down the satellite, Merlin is flying the plane, and Eggsy...Eggsy’s the one going in disguised as Arthur, in order to infiltrate the mountain lair of Valentine. Here, he and the other beneficiaries wait it out, while the world literally tears itself apart. Now wearing a bespoke suit and playing the role of a gentleman, Eggsy enters the lion’s den.

But as expected, it’s time to hit some snags. Roxy waits juuuuuust a little too long, and one of the balloons in her craft pops. As for Eggsy, he meets an old “friend” of his in the form of Charlie, who’s now working for Valentine.

The missile’s fired just in time, as Charlie’s taken out and Eggsy runs for the plane. AWESOME climax here as Eggsy escapes. I mean it; it is VERY cool. They succeed JUST in time, and the satellite is destroyed. However, Valentine’s still managed to partially start the process, and they can’t do anything about that.

Eggsy’s gotta go BACK in, before Valentine gets another satellite to trigger the signal worldwide. Now armed with Hart’s AWESOME umbrella, he makes his way there under heavy gunshot. They’re also teaming up against Merlin in the plane, so he’s not doing great. And that when Eggsy has the idea...to turn the implants on. ALL of them.

It’s amazing. Violence in fireworks. So, it’s too bad that it doesn’t stop the signal. It works, and people start to tear each other apart all across the world. But only for was long as Valentine has his hands on the desk. Eggsy manages to stop that by laying down some suppressive fire.

That provokes a response.

..This movie is, for lack of a better term, fucking rad.

Gazelle and Eggsy have an awesome fight, worthy of any James Bond movie, seriously. I really want to give it the video post honor, but I’ve done that too much already. For god’s sake, I literally JUST did that.

Gazelle dies (it’s kinda goofy how she dies, if I’m honest), and Eggsy kills Valentine with her prosthetic leg. It’s over, as the signal ends, and Eggsy even gets the girl. Not Roxy, the Princess of Sweden. Not going into it, but it’s funny.

And that’s Kingsman: The Secret Service! Honestly, I gotta say, that was a rad-as-shit movie, and...

Ooh, a mid-credits scene! Eggsy goes back home, to the pub, where his stepfather and mom are hanging out with the gang. And let’s just say...Dean’s gonna get a little comeuppance. Manners, after all, maketh man.

OK, THAT’S Kingsman: The Secret Service! And that, again, was pretty rad. See you in the Epilogue in a few!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Kismet {4}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation, LOTS OF DIALOUGE

Words: 4k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!! 😘  As always, thank you so much for reading. ❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 |

-Aliya-

 You were groggy, and you knew why. Once you got in from your impromptu date, you were so aroused you had to immediately jump into the shower. You’d hoped the water would have helped alleviate the situation, but your multi rainfall showerheads only made your body more sensitive and hungry. So after as much resisting as humanly possible (two minutes), you decided to take care of it yourself. The only problem was once wasn’t enough, twice barely took the edge off, and by the time you made it to your fourth attempt, you were minimally appeased and still thinking about the man with the captivatingly blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean itself.

Sleep was not even an option, so you snuggled in bed wrapped in his sweater that cocooned you with his scent—a scent that you already loved. When you went through your phone, you nearly rolled out of your bed when you saw the four additions he’d added to your gallery. The four selfies were perfection. The lighting was on point, and each and every one of the photos showed how gorgeous he was. He had no bad angles, the sun loved him, the night loved him, and you were sure the rain, snow, sleet, and wind would too. No man should have that amount of gorgeousness. It wasn’t fair.

 After spending way too much time gawking at his pictures, you found the pictures he’d had most likely have seen. When you looked through them, you wanted to die. The pictures definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. You wondered what he’d thought when he saw them or even if he had to do a little self-gratification when he saw them or even when he got home. For some reason, you’d wanted him to have been overcome with desire for you, even though you weren’t sure just what the hell you were doing.

As you sat at your table with your friends for brunch, you tried to ignore the flashes of cameras from the tables within sight of yours. It wasn’t something anyone ever got used to. You always felt like you had to be “on.”

 “It feels like it’s been years since we talked,” Amaya whined out as she gripped yours and Alicia’s hand. She was the dramatic one.

 “I know. It’s crazy how dependent we are on our cellphones,” you added.

 “Leece filled me in and told me everything,” Amaya began. She dropped her jaw and bugged her eyes for emphasis.

 “Everything?”

 “Yep, now for you to continue,” Amaya steered.

 You groaned and exaggeratedly rolled your eyes. “I’m too hungry for this,” you whined as you flipped through the menu. You were starving enough to eat the entire menu.

 “Welcome to Blue Café. My name is Will. What can I get you guys?”

 The waiter in a blue apron had a great smile and an even better head of curls. He definitely could have been a model.

 “I want something heavy. I drank a lot last night. Hmm, the split pea soup to begin, a cheeseburger with the works except for onions and mushrooms. Very well done, please and to drink ummm, a strawberry and mint lemonade,” you listed.

 “All right, and you, ladies?”

 Your friends ordered as you checked your phone to find Henry calling. It was at this moment you realized he’d programmed himself into your phone even with an ID pic. He’d really gotten comfortable with it. The amusement of his boldness had you smiling to yourself.

 “So?”

 Amaya’s voice had you putting your phone down after dimming the screen to give them your attention.

 “We had dinner,” you blandly announced.

 “So, you actually stayed.”

 Nodding to Alicia’s inquiry, you continued. “I did. He said if after drinks and appetizers I couldn’t stand him, then I could go.”

 “I guess you could stand him,” Amaya sarcastically slid in. You knew just what she was implying.

 “Guess so.”

 “How’d he look?”

 Your smile spread before you could stop it. “Amazing, gorgeous. I have no words for how beautiful this man is,” you practically screeched as you tried to wipe the stupid grin off your face. It was too late to, though, they’d already seen it, and you knew they were judging.

 “He’s not a piece of meat, Liya,” Alicia sarcastically chastised.

 “Uggh, are you sure because I’d say he’s prime grade A man steak,” you said. As soon as the words were out, your friends laughed loudly, bringing the attention of those around you. Even though you tried not to, you had to laugh as well.

 “He is fine. I’ve seen his movies. God him in spandex for Superman did it for me,” Amaya confessed.

 You didn’t blame her, that man in spandex would do it for any woman.

 “How was the conversation?”

 Practicing some etiquette, you cleared your throat and sat back. “Good. Flowing, no awkward pauses except the stares and dirty thoughts that had me sweating like a horny teenager.”

 Amaya snorted then fanned herself. “It would happen to me too.”

 “How was he?”

 Alicia always knew how to ask the right questions. You were convinced it was her superpower. You thought back to Henry’s smile and demeanor last night, and that had you smiling. “Eh-em, he was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, was respectful to the servers, courteous, mannerable—he was good.”

 The two of them exchanged looks that said this questioning wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

 “What happened after dinner?

 “We went for drinks.”

 “Ooh, an extended first date,” Amaya sing songed.

 “Eh, this wasn't a date. It was an exchange of phones,” you clarified.

 “Did you get your phone?”

 “I did, after the bar. Turns out, he looked through it and saw my semi-nude,” you announced.

 “Which one?”

 After showing them the picture, they giggled. “Oh, the suggestive nude, nude,” Alicia joked as she rolled her eyes.

 “Yeah, now I’m weirded out. Not because I was pretty much naked but because he saw me pretty much naked and--.”

 “—There is nothing between you now, and that makes it much harder to ignore because you want to rip his clothes off,” Alicia filled in like the mind-reading Aliya whisperer she was.

 You rapidly nodded with your eyes widened; she got it. your laugh slipped out, and it made you feel like a raving lunatic. “Oh my god, this man has invaded me.”

 “Sounds sexy,” Amaya said.

 “It’s not,” you flatly corrected.

 “It can be if you let it,” Alicia suggested.

 You rolled your eyes again and fiddled with your phone. “Guys, he’s juggling two women.”

 “You don’t know that,” Amya blurted out, the first to come to his defense.

 “Explain two women blowing up his phone daily for a week and a half. Explain that. As a woman, I am not going to blowing up any man’s phone like that unless I’m sleeping with him.”

You looked between them and watched as they both came up with their defenses.

 “That could be anything. Sisters,” Amaya suggested.

 “He has no sisters, four brothers.”

 “Brother’s wives?”

 You narrowed your eyes and gave them the “do I look stupid” look, but they continued.

 “Assistants, he is an actor,” Amaya added.

 After kissing your teeth in the loudest way possible, you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

 “Ask him,” Alicia advised.

 “For what? There is no reason to. We are nothing to each other,” you concluded.

 The two of them sat there quietly, looking at you as if you were a bold face liar. You didn’t care. It was your truth.

 “When you got home, did you touch yourself?”

 Your jaw dropped as you gaped at her. “Shut up!”

 “Oh my god!” Amaya’s loud ass mouth brought all the eyes. You had to cover your face as they obnoxiously laughed at you.

 “Enough. We’re done rehashing this,” you grumbled.

 “Wait, one last thing. During dinner, did you ever get the impression that he couldn’t wait for it to be over or that this may be all about a conquest?”

 You knew what she was doing. Amaya was not as slick as she thought she was. You rolled your eyes again and sighed before you answered. “No.”

 “Okay.”

 That was all she came back with as if her hypothesis needed no further defense. They always ganged up on you, and it was clear where they stood in this new situation, and it wasn’t with you.

 Shopping followed your brunch, but that was cut short by the paparazzi hounding you after the third store you emerged from. Someone must have dropped the tip to bring them. It was a madhouse and an immediate good time killer. The three of you had to alternate your plan for a day of fun and finished it out with a drive to Santa Monica to enjoy the boardwalk. All in all, it turned out to be a really chill day, one that you’d needed more than you knew.

By the time you got back to your house, it was nearing six. Once in front of your door, your jaw dropped seeing a jaw-dropping floral arrangement sitting there. You didn’t know who it was from, but you had your suspicions. It took some strength, but you managed to get it inside to your kitchen. With it on the counter, you just stared at it. Under the light, it was even more beautiful than outside. After admiring the display for a few moments, you pulled the card from between the leaves and petals then read it.

 -Aliya,

I hope this finds you well. I had a great time last night, and it was because you trusted me enough to give me time to prove why I deserve your time. Hopefully, this is just the first of many dates.

 -Henry-

 What started as a straight face turned to a small smile, which led to a full-on elated, goofy grin. He was unpredictable for sure and so damn polite. Damn the British; you thought as you buried your nose in the bouquet. You moaned and inhaled the aroma of flowers that looked like they’d cost a pretty penny. He was definitely working overtime, that was for sure. The question you had now was what exactly did he want.

 Sighing, you took out your phone and opened up your messages prepared to shoot him a quick thank you text. With your finger hovering over one of the letters in your keyboard, you sighed again, feeling the overwhelming urge to call instead. After putting it on speaker, you sat in the barstool and waited two rings until Henry’s deep voice filled your kitchen.

 “Hello?”

 Your belly did backflips.

 “Hi,” you whispered.

 “Hi. How are you?”

 “Good.”

 You were desperately trying to recover from the unexpected reaction his voice had.

 “Glad to hear it. I called you earlier.”

 “Uh—I must have missed it. I was catching up with some friends.”

 “Okay,” he replied.

 Silence fell between you as each of you waited for the other to speak.

 “Um, I wanted to call and thank you,” you began.

 “For what?”

 “The flowers I’m looking at. They’re incredibly beautiful.”

 “Do you like them? The florist said the day after flowers should be subtle and sincere rather than flashy or extravagant,” Henry explained.

 You smiled wider as you checked the mental box for him being considerate.

 “Well, the florist knows what she’s talking about. They are perfect; you chose well.”

 “Good. I’m glad you like them.” He sounded like he was smiling as widely as you were.

 “How do you know where I live?”

 He paused for a few moments before he spoke. “I had your phone for twelve days. I probably know more about you than most of the world.”

 Those could have been the creepiest words you’d heard in a long time, and it was like your head was trying to figure out if you should take it as a red flag or laugh.

 “Have I freaked you out?”

 The way he said it sounded like he was finding amusement in it. You snorted and shook your head.

 “Why would you say that? Just because you went through my phone and figured out where I lived to send flowers? No, isn’t that what normal men do?”

 Henry’s laugh followed your words, and it drastically did away with any awkward tension that was in the air.

 “With you saying it out loud, I can see how you’d be freaked.”

 “To be honest, my initial reaction was shock, and then, strangely enough, it went away like this was everyday life,” you explained.

 “I’m really not trying to freak you out; I promise,” Henry pressed.

 “Then what are you trying to do exactly?”

 The silence returned, and you wondered if he would even answer the question.

 “Right now—I’m trying to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

 You put your head on the cold granite of your counter and sighed out.

 “We just had dinner last night.”

 “I’m told, based on human physiology, we actually have to eat three or more meals a day in order to sustain,” Henry explained.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

 You smiled again and rested your chin in your palms.

 “Don’t you have things to do?”

 “I might, but I don’t care. I’d like to have dinner with you instead.” His conviction was so damn sexy. He wasn’t shy about professing his wants.

 “What if I have work to do and can’t shrug it off like you, Superman?”

 “I’m sure you can if you want to. Guess that’s the question. Do you want to? I take it you’re a woman who does what she wants when she wants no matter what. I doubt scheduling conflicts could keep you away from a dinner with someone you wanted to be at dinner with. Do you want to?”

 He probably did well in school with debate. He spoke beautifully and had a way with words.

 “I’m going to be at Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown at nine tonight. I’ll wait until nine-thirty. Hopefully, I see you there,” Henry said before he hung up.

 Pressing your fingertips to your eyes, you groaned loudly. “Oh my god!”

 You stared at the flowers again and toyed with the petal of one of the blush-colored roses. The debate of the night wasn’t if you wanted to go or not. It was if you should or not.

 By the time you were dressed, it was close to eight forty-five. You were sitting in your closet in front of the mirror, still trying to convince yourself to go.

 “It’s no big deal, Aliya. It’s food, drinks, nothing more.”

 Your words sounded sure, but your face looked anything but.

 “Then why did you put so much effort in if it’s no big deal?”

 You sat there going back and forth with yourself like a crazy person. For every pro, you had you quickly came up with a con. It was endless. When your phone rang, you expected it to be Henry but were relieved when you saw it was your grandmother.

 “Oh my goodness, Gramaw. How did you know I needed you?”

 “I felt your distress. What’s wrong?”

 “I have a date, but I don’t know if I should go,” you blurted out.

 “Date with who?”

 She sounded shocked, and you didn’t blame her. It had been years since you’d spoken to anyone about a man, let alone a date. You spent the next ten or so minutes explaining everything to her, not leaving out one bit of information. You needed her to understand the situation now and give you the best advice.

 “Wow,” she uttered.

 “Yep.”

 “Why exactly are you debating going? It sounds like this has been decided for you.”

 “Uggh! Fate. I hate fate.”

 Your Gramaw laughed at you. She was one of those old souls who firmly believed in fate, destiny, and all the hoopla around it. You, on the other hand, had been disenchanted by it all.

 “Why do you hate fate?”

 “It’s always been hanging around me,” you whined. Again she laughed.

 “Oh honey, this is the first time fate has been anywhere near you. Other times has been sheer coincidence.”

 “So, you think this is fate.” You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t flashed across your mind. It had, but you would never admit that out loud.

 “It’s not for me to say. What do you think?”

 “I think this is very unwelcomed. I think I don’t have the time or the energy for this. I think I don’t want these feelings. I think—I’ve never felt anything like this. I think--e’s beautiful,” you finished with a sigh.

 “What is it that you want to do?”

 You groaned because if you knew the answer to that, you wouldn’t have been calling her. You cursed and dropped back onto the floor to lay there until you’d gotten your shit together.

By the time you got to Taylor’s, you were late. You were always late. The time on your phone said he would be leaving in fifteen minutes if he hadn’t just gotten fed up and left already.

 “Welcome to Taylor’s I’m Kimmie. Do you have a reservation?”

 “Um—well, I’m meeting someone here.”

 “Okay. What’s the party’s name?”

 You looked around, making sure no one was watching then leaned closer. “Henry,” you whispered.

 “Ha, yes, he did mention he was expecting someone. I should have put two and two together. He’s a celebrity, and you’re a celebrity. Duh,” she rambled. You didn’t know if she was anxious, nervous, or if it was her normal thing. She cleared her throat and spoke again.

 “Right this way.”

 It was like she was a completely different person. You followed her through the restaurant taking note of the exits. She lead you through a set of double wooden doors that led to a whole separate side of the restaurant. This area had its lights dimmed a little lower and looked more secluded. As you approached the table, you saw him sitting near a window sipping a drink. He looked nervous; it was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile. It was then he looked your way, and the moment it sank in, you saw him release a breath as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Enjoy your evening,” Kimmie muttered. It was then you realized you’d been standing in front of him, not saying one word.

 “You came.” He sounded surprised.

 “I’m sorry, I’m late. My Gramaw called, and I got caught up in conversation.” It wasn’t a lie per se. You didn’t need to tell him she had to talk you off the ledge.

 Henry stood and walked to the seat diagonal from him. “It’s okay,” Henry began pulling out the seat for you. You sat and allowed him to push it in for you. “Truth be told, I would have waited past nine-thirty,” He whispered into your ear, giving you a hint of his cologne and what he was drinking in that glass. Bourbon. As he walked back to his seat, you tried to keep your thirst under control.

 “Thank you.”

 “You look very fetching,” Henry added.

 “Fetching? Oh, the English gentleman is shining through tonight I see.”

 Henry smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. “I’m always a gentleman.”

 “Thank you. You look very striking,” you countered. He began blushing, and that blush had a shiver rushing through you.

 “Are you all right?”

 “Yes.”

 “Got a chill did you?” You could hear the cocky in his voice. The man had every reason to be.

 “Sure did. This is pretty impressive,” you said, motioning to your surroundings.

 “You’ve never been?”

 “No. I don’t venture out a lot. I find four or five restaurants I like and stick with them.”

 “So not so adventurous, huh,” Henry surmised.

 “I’m too busy really.”

 “Ah, the life of a mogul,” Henry teased.

 “I am no mogul.”

 “I think you are, someone important,” Henry concluded.

 “Oh, I think there is more to the definition than that.”

 “Maybe you’re right. What do you call yourself?”

 “Aliya,” you joked.

 “Cute.”

 “Thanks for noticing, you teased. “I don’t think of myself the way others seem to think of me.”

 “Welcome to Taylor’s. I’m Sam. I’ll be your waiter. Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

 “I’m ahead of you by one, catch up,” Henry said, raising his glass.

 “Um, how about a Negroni?”

 “Coming up,” Sam said before he walked away.

 “Another Guinness?”

 “No, Bourbon,” Henry corrected. The way he said it sound so prime and proper. He sounded better than James Bond himself.

 “Oh, Bourbon man too?”

 “Tell me,” Henry urged as he sat back in his seat.

 “Bourbon dry, hmmm. Only rich men drink it like that. Or men who come from money. They say the ice ruins the flavor of it, so they prefer to have it the way it’s intended. You’re sophisticated, fun, intelligent, and you value honesty and things right between the eyes. You don’t like games, and always know what you want. You might even be difficult and used to getting your own way and don’t know what to do when someone goes against it.”

 His smile was so telling. You’d gotten it completely right.

 “I do like getting my way,” he confirmed.

“I know.”

 “What about you?”

 “I usually get what I want. I’ve never had anyone not give me what I want,” you said. Henry laughed loudly.

 “I bet.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “Sadly, men do not know how to go against a pretty face,” Henry clarified.

 You stifled your laugh, letting out only a snort. “So that’s all you see when you look at me? A pretty face?”

 The waiter came back just in time with your drinks. Henry looked speechless. He asked if you guys were ready to place your orders, but neither of you had even looked at the menu. When he left promising to be back in a little while, Henry spoke.

 “I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

 “I’m not offended,” you said before you sipped your drink and moaned as the flavors filled your mouth. “This is good.”

 “When I look at you, I don’t see a pretty face.”

 “Oh no? So my face is ugly?”

 “No!” He cleared his throat, then began again. “You’re very beautiful.”

 “So just a pretty face then.”

 He looked so flustered you wanted to bust out laughing. The longer you continued this teasing, you knew you’d end up laughing in his face. It was cute how panicked he looked.

 “Aliya, you are drop-dead gorgeous. There is no lie about that, no mistaking it or looking past it. When I look at you, I see something I’m drawn to. There is something about you, this aura. I get the sense that you’re down to Earth, kind, smarter than anyone knows and deeply a good person.”

 As you sipped your drink again, you smiled on the glass. He had a way with words for sure.

 “You are good under pressure.”

 “Was that a test?”

 You shrugged with a smile on your face. “ If it was, you passed.”

 Again Henry laughed and shook his head; he didn’t look angry though.

 Throughout dinner, the conversation never stopped. You talked about everything from his family to acting and the experiences you both had in the industry. The longer you talked, the more you realized you had plenty of things in common. You laughed at all his jokes, but not because you felt like you had to, he was genuinely funny. Every time he spoke, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his mouth, which led you to look at his neck and the peeks of hair on his chest. Your fingers tingled from the want to touch. You could listen to him talk all night. It was an exciting revelation, and you were interested in what other revelations you’d have before the night was through.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

***If you want to be tagged please SEND AN ASK SO IT WILL BE EASIER FOR ME TO KEEP TRACK OF. Thank you for reading!!!***

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TagList:

@dangerouslovefanfic @jamesbarnesappreciationclub @momobaby227 @naturalthrone22 @emjayewrites @chaneajoyyy @caramara3 @kikimiyazaki @sonjashuterbugjohnson @minton131 @aar-journey @sincerelyglowing   @theonewithherheadintheclouds @shar74nett @mrsbarnes-rogers @livinglifeformemyselfandi @night-of-the-living-shred @munteanhorewrites @kittykatlow @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @simply-heaven @winchwm @maximumninjavoid @offrostandstarlight @angrybirdcr​  @maxcullen

@sausagefest1996 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @bellaamor88 @alyxkbrl @hello-therree @mery-be @that-chick212 @smuttywriter @ljstraightnochaser @dangerouslovefanfic​ @jd-now-jq @mrsbarnes-rogers @melanicia @live-laugh-love-ki @jamesbarnesappreciationclub @deadpixie22 @asiaaisa77 @queenshikongo3​ @queenreignssupreme @queenoftheworldisdead @kittykatlow @cltex84 @helenasmirkedno  @areubeingserved  @petty-bitch-akira

[the-fiction-witch]

Love Angel X P1 & 2

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT

COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER

RATING FLIRTY

Part one : Shaking

I sat in my chair trying not to think, which sounds weird when I say it. The apartment was as cold as ice, Snow fluttering from the sky beyond the vast new York skyline sitting halfway up my apartments little windows, the drips of the showerhead and the ticking of the clock on the dining table fighting in a rhythmic way, I tried my best to keep my bare feet away from the cold floor, my hand keeping my head up as I stared blankly at the wall, I tried to avoid thinking, and not thinking, Not about chess, not trying to focus on anything at all, but my hands felt like they were shaking like if I even tried to hold a chess piece it would fall from my fingers, My chest felt tight and stiff when I breathe in often my breaths would stammer or stunt where I knew I was trying to fight back tears, but I couldn't help my mind flooding with things I had since tried to forget...

Part Two : Angel Wings

I stood in a little Bar down some little New York Backstreet, I was meant to be meeting up with Matt and Mike tonight but that was over an hour ago so I imagine they have likely either forgotten or just plain bailed on me. I didn't mind too much. I suppose leaning on the wall close to the bar and the jukebox, nursing my blue ribbon beer bottle. I looked around the place, a lot of couples, a lot of guys, and oddly enough a large number of girls, most of them in their little mod dresses with stiff hair dancing around their handbags. I looked at them in curiosity until my eye line met a different girl.

She stood on the dance area of the bar floor, in little white pump heels, stockings, a white halterneck dress hitting above her knees, with some floaty skirt likely with petticoats under it, as she danced I noticed it was backless stopping at her waist with a playful white bow, and the tie around the back of her neck nothing between them but bare skin, I noticed on her skin she had a tattoo a rather impressive one in fact, that the dress almost cradled a little, it was wings, angel wings. She had her makeup done perfectly and her hair in little curls like she has used rollers too small for her hair, she smiled as she danced seeming like nothing in the world bothered her. The song stopped on the jukebox playing the little tune it does when it's going onto random and picking the next song, I had a sip of my beer but I noticed that girl, she came over to the jukebox putting in her quarter flicking through the singles in had inside she put one on and smiled as it got sorted and started up as it did she looked up and saw me looking at her, she checked me over once with her eyes and smiled

"Hi" I smiled at her just as the song started up

"You coming to dance cowboy?" She asked as she turned away slightly flicking her hair as she walked back to dance I smirked a little and finished my beer leaving the bottle on the side of the bar and heading over fixing my jacket at I did, she saw me and offered her hand so I took it giving it a little kiss, she smiled and wrapped her arms lazily around my shoulders and neck so I put mine in her hips as she danced and... I uhh sort of dance with her unsure what I was really doing but it was a slower song so I got away with it,

"So, you come here often?" I asked her making her giggle

"You wanna take a girl home you should just ask" she smiled

"Whoa... uhh, I don't even know your name?" I smirked a little in shock but also kinda impressed by her

"Just call me Angel."

"Angel? That's it?"

"That's what I use"

"What makes you so sure I'd wanna take you home?"

"You learn a lot about boys if you look."

"What would you say if I did?"

"Umm... well, I have my answer."

"So sure? You don't even know my name?"

"Very sure"

"I like how straightforward and, confident you are angel"

"Well, realistically within the first five seconds of meeting someone you've already decided whether or not you want to spend the night with someone or not. So I've already decided and so have you, we don't need to waste time on the chitter-chatter"

"... Your right, I have decided"

"So?"

"Get your coat angel" I winked 

[calypsoff]

Forty Two. Part 3

I am excited for Monica, like it’s my house. When I first saw the home I was shocked, it looks like those mansions you see on TV, it’s unreal and I can’t wait to see it along with Monica. When I hear the shit she’s been through, and to see their first home, she deserves it so much. She has been such a good mother to all of her kids, supported them even when Ronald was doing what he was doing, the whole family deserves and I’m happy for them. Last night was eventful so to say, sex was great that is why. Robyn was putting it down, she was going at it like who the hell put a battery in her but in my heart, I know she is trying her hardest to get pregnant, I pray it happens for her. I think it’s something she craves, and I want to make that happen for her, I hope it’s no struggle for us but if it is then we going to go through this together, I can’t wait to go back to Cali and just have our own house, I just want that for us. It’s wack having to live hotel after hotel or be in the family home, it’s pressured when you have to sit with family, just want that for us but I am so happy. I felt so bad the way I shouted at Robyn, it was horrible of me and then mentioning the baby like who the hell do I think I am. Placing my arm behind my head as the bathroom door opened “does it stank in there” Robyn side eyed me as she left the bathroom “don’t be nasty” she is saying it like it’s not a genuine question, rubbing my chest laughing “I smell like you, pussy and weed” Robyn climbed onto the bed “isn’t that a good thing, we should have a shower” looking up at her “we? So that means sex, for the fifth time” Robyn grinned “I suppose, how is your skin so nice when you do nothing to it. Let me put a mask on your face” pulling a face “no, I don’t want too” placing my hand over my nipple “Chris, you’re leaving me tomorrow and you have no phone. This is unfair” I laughed “that has nothing to do with a face mask” I yelped out; I know she was going to nip me this is why I covered my nipple.

Robyn pressed down the face mask “close your eyes and relax, can you feel it working” mean mugging Robyn “I look dumb, I can’t believe you want me to look stupid, I only did this so you can stop harassing me” Robyn giggled “stop it, I want you to have good skin” so she says but this shit is weird as hell “I love you” she pressed a kiss to my chest and then moved off the bed “love me so much that you’re making me do this” how do people relax with this on their face, I can feel like some type of bubbles working, is that normal “Robyn, am I supposed to feel like a tingling feeling?” I don’t like it to be honest, it’s not a nice feeling. It’s a weird sensation “Robyn” lifting my head up looking “man, you’re so annoying” resting my head back on the pillow, she really out here taking a picture “stop being miserable, and the tingling feeling is the mask working. You about to have some beautiful skin baby” feeling the bed move, clearly Robyn is out to annoy me “do you love me?” I am not even going to entertain her now, talking about do you love me “Chrissy Pooh, do you love me?” Swatting her hand away from me “not exactly, don’t post that anywhere. I mean it” Robyn and that ugly laugh “I mean you have no phone so how would you know?” She has a point “I will find out” shuffling away from Robyn a little, she is making me warm. She gasped “excuse me sir? Don’t you be moving away from me; I love you so so much. I will not post it so be happy now” I don’t trust her because she will do it on her story and I won’t know “you ain’t getting no honeymoon now” closing my eyes, it’s kind of peaceful this is, I like it actually “Robyn!” I spat; she is so annoying just here flicking my nipple for what.

Plunging back into Robyn, she ran her fingers through my hair when I pressed my lips against the curve of her neck. She bit back a mouthful of loud moans, gripping the bottom of her ass, I scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Digging her heels of her feet into my back, I continued to thrust inside of her. Moving her back under the showerhead, her back hit the wall and Robyn trembled when I gazed into her eyes and pushed my dick in deep. I held her up against the wall and furiously fucked her. Releasing all the tension we had before coming into the shower together; I placed my teeth against her neck. Sucking down on her skin. Robyn let out a long gut wrenching scream when I bit down on her neck and spread her legs wide against the wall, thrusting into her harder “fuck! Chris!” Water was pouring down over us, and her screams filled the shower. My dick throbbed inside of her as I stroked in deep, her eyes were rolling around in her head, she clung to me as her body shook and trembled.

I grinned to myself in the mirror, that face mask worked wonders, I am liking this “you fancy yourself now, look at you just smiling wide” licking my lips laughing “thank you baby” wrapping my arm around Robyn “I look terrible without makeup meanwhile you’re glowing, so annoying” I think I maybe fancy myself “I do look good don’t I though, look at us sexy as hell in just towels” stepping back from the mirror “you think” not even going to front I am feeling myself so much “take a picture of me, deadass” Robyn pulled a face “who the hell you going to send that too though, the fuck nigga?” I am actually sexy as hell “Robyn, just do it. Go and get your phone before I do” I wish I had my phone “I will kick you in your leg, why?” Oh Robyn feeling insecure now, I see how it is “for myself, uh” she is draining, with force Robyn left to get her phone. I honestly look so good, six pack, tan, good skin. Nigga be looking good; Robyn gets very uptight when I get in this kind of mood. Fixing my towel around my waist “I don’t get why but ok” Robyn said that through gritted teeth “take a few” chewing my on bottom lip, Robyn is so unimpressed as I continued to flex my muscles for the camera “ok I’m done” I snorted laughing “show me” walking over to Robyn “you can see your dick print” I cheesed “now post it, on your page” she looked up at me confused “why would I want girls looking?” Walking behind Robyn, wrapping my arms around her shoulders “because I am yours and you’re proud of me” pressing a kiss to the back of her head “I am just trying to get modelling contracts too” Robyn chuckled “this will be my Lockscreen, no sir. I will not” I groaned out “how about us both?” She is being extra boring “have you seen the state of me with no makeup on, you love just making me look nasty” I gasped “what the fuck Robyn, you ain’t nasty. The hell be quiet. I love you without any makeup on, ok fine” pressing a kiss to her cheek, she is being sensitive clearly.

We are at Robyn’ family home, well we just got here “they both still together I see” Noella beamed saying, I felt a little nervous coming back here because of everything and I hope nobody hates me for it “the hell you think was going to happen, he wasn’t leaving me and I wasn’t leaving him” very bold statement from Robyn “ok miss Fenty” Noella laughed “it’s been peace since you both went though” Rorrey dapped me “I bet it has been, Robyn drives everyone crazy” sitting next to Rorrey “oh be quiet. I have you know this man right there took me on a date, a beautiful garden you see the pictures?” Look at Robyn showing out, that must mean that she fully appreciated what I did, and I love that “I saw and commented that you both have big heads” Rorrey doesn’t care but Robyn wasn’t impressed “awww yeah we saw, the picture of you both stood together was so adorable, I cannot wait for the wedding pictures” oh god, how can I forget that “where is mommy?” Robyn looked around “not here clearly, upstairs” Rorrey be annoying Robyn a lot “be quiet so Chris and I will already be there, I already claim the second biggest room, I mean as I would but you all need to bring mommy to the hone and say it’s just a break away in a nice home, do not tell her but I am so excited to give this present from me to my family, I hope you all enjoy” I smiled in awe, I just love how Robyn has accomplished so much, I am so proud of her, small island girl and now a worldwide superstar and has never changed “you got a home Robyn, you moving to Cali with your husband so I should get the room” oh they both beefing now “Rorrey shut up, I mean it. You take that room I’m going to cry” I snorted laughing “like a little bitch” I laughed out even more with him adding that “don’t laugh at him Chris, you tell him it’s mine” I know she isn’t getting me involved “Robyn, you need to accept that Cali will be our home now” she looks so offended “Robbie, you’re home” thank god, Monica to the rescue.

I am so excited to see Monica’ new home, from the pictures it looks amazing so I can only imagine what it is like in person “mhmmm why did you say that Cali is our home now? You know it’s not, Barbados is home, for us both” oh Robyn wasn’t going to drop that, I thought she was going to let it go but of course not it’s Robyn “I was joking” I lied “ok but we will be coming to Barbados Chris, you know we will be. Just like I am sure you want to go to Virginia. Cali is our home I guess, until we move again, you know how it is but Barbados first” I sighed out laughing “ok Robyn, don’t worry” placing my arm around her “you are so passionate about Barbados, don’t worry. I promise you. This will be our home, our go to for holidays, I love it Robyn I do. Your family are amazing, they are funny, welcoming. I couldn’t disagree with how you feel towards it because you’re right, it’s peace” I hope that little statement makes her happy “but I am getting the second biggest room” shaking my head laughing “ok twin, it’s yours. I think Rorrey is teasing you anyways, you will get the room. Our room actually, we need to christen, shall we?” Robyn looked up at me “sir, can you please. Let my mother step in first, damn. But we will” pecking her lips “I am so in love with you, you know that?” Robyn nodded her head “I love you too Chris, I am going to miss you when you go. I hate it but we are leaving on good terms” nodding my head “that is what I want, I hate leaving you. Trust me, we haven’t had that much time together, which sucks but we have forever together which makes it better, we will be good. I cannot wait to when we get to that moment where we move in together, we both have a home. I just want a home, don’t ask but I do” I am really set on getting on “I promise we will, I can’t for it too” Robyn said, I trust she will.

My mouth hung open seeing this beautiful home “oh my god” I breathed out, this is just breath taking “welcome to sandy lane, come” Robyn waved me over, this home is mind blowing. The home is beautiful, I can’t even speak. Walking behind Robyn to go inside “this is more beautiful then the home in Cali, this is mind blowing and it has the beautiful views and people, the sound of sea, the beach is just right there too” entering the home, a huge reception area and chandelier just hanging as you enter “you went all out baby, wow” she got taste “yeah, it’s her forever home Chris so I had to go all out for her. She deserves it, I am at a point in life where I can afford to do this for her” nodding my head looking around in shock “come, we need to get the glasses ready and the champagne. They are just behind us remember” Robyn is right, let me stop gawking at this. I think I want to move here myself “shall we move here?” I said being dead ass “I would if my work let me Chris, trust me. I would stay here forever, I get privacy, peace, family and love. That is what I want, but soon. I remember you said we will retire here so I will hold that to you” Robyn remembered, but I will be, retirement in Barbados sounds perfect.

We can hear the family here, they are actually pretty loud “so Robbie rented this out so we can relax?” Monica said “yeah mom, come” Rorrey winked at us laughing “I am coming, I don’t know why because I was ok at home” parents are never happy sometimes “Robbie, what you doing here? The boys said you spoiling me and let me stay here for peace, I get peace at home” the family have come out, they really have “she caught your eye” Noella said “the most beautiful girl in the room, hell yes” picking Majesty out of Noella’ arms “champagne too” Monica just looked at me and then Robyn, then she kept looking between us both. Robyn just giggled and now Monica looks confused “what is happening?” she questioned “nothing mom” Robyn said through her laughter “nothing, wow mom” this Robyn’ fault, she keeps laughing “you pregnant? You glowing” I snorted laughing “mom, wow. I can’t be happy” Monica is giving judgemental looks “ok, I will tell you. I have been so excited about this moment, I have worked so hard for my family, I have always wanted my family to have the best because we had so little. And I know you mom, you don’t want much from but to be ok, but I have waited on this moment mommy and this is yours” Monica pulled a face confused “what is mine baby?” Robyn took in a deep breath “this home mommy” her voice broke “I just want to make you happy mommy, this is yours. All of this is yours, and when I do have a baby. This is where your grandchild will come to see you. I want all of my family living good” Robyn sniffled, Monica rushed around the kitchen counter “Robbie, you didn’t need too. Oh my god” she hugged Robyn, I think Robyn wishes it was a pregnancy news, that is what made her emotional “you living good momma, can I have the second biggest bedroom” I had to say it “that is mine, go away!” Robyn spat, Rorrey sniggered at me “my son in law can have what he wants, all my kids can. I love you all so much, oh my god” Monica didn’t want to get emotional, but she did break.

[animatedarchives]

did you say toilet acoustics? if i went to a bathroom and heard you guys sing like that i would've thought i died and went to heaven already 😭😭😭 it's so gooood

YA OMG THE TOILET HAD REALLY GOOD ACOUSTICS OK i sing in the shower a lot LOL my showerhead is very impressed with me 🥴

[wiebkesf1paddock]

Stuck Inside

A/N: Well hello there everyone!

Due to this isolation-Corona-situation I finally decided to come back to writing fanfiction after like 4 years.  So, please don't expect the best of writing, but I am surely trying my best!

This time I'm around with formula 1 oneshots. I do take requests (if I get some) and will try to do all of them (again, if there are any).

I will write solely about F1 drivers (and Nico Hülkenberg because I love him). Fluff imagines or oneshots literally about all of them, nsfw-stuff not about: Kimi, Seb, Perez. I simply don't feel comfortable with that.

If you have any requests, any constructive criticism about the plot or the style of my writing, please let me know! English is not my first language and I will try to improve wherever I can.

I hope I can get you through this shitty time with this. Have fun reading! Love you!

I hope you enjoy this first one with Charles. I was inspired by the movie 'Two Night Stand' for this one. I know that a government probably won't be this harsh with their rules, but let's just ignore that for the sake of the story. This one will probably have like three parts.

Wiebke :)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2328

Part 1

You woke up and looked around. Okay. Fuck. You were not in your own bed. Means that something bad besides your hangover happened last night. When you turned around in the bed, you found yourself face to face with a sleeping guy. A quick look under the blanket showed you that he was only in his boxers and you only had your top and some knickers on as well. You couldn’t remember going home with someone, only the kisses you shared with some dude last night at the party at your friends’ house. But you couldn’t tell whether it was the same fella or not. He was very handsome though; you could not deny that. Just as you wanted to slip away from under the blanket, his eyes opened, and he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Good morning there,” he spoke, and you could make out his French accent pretty well.

“Er…yeah good morning…” you were embarrassed that you did not remember his name.

“Charles,” he said, as if he was able to read your mind. “Strange…last night you knew my name pretty well. I actually think everyone in Monaco knows it now,” he teased a bit with a smug grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes at his remark but could not keep the blood from rushing to your face. “Well, it can’t have been this good, because I actually don’t remember any of it at all,” you countered and were pleased to see that that actually hit him off-guard.

He quickly gained his confidence back and grinned at you. “Touché. That was a good one. So, you are hungover, yes?”

The way he was speaking was so cute you actually had to shoot him a real smile. “Yes, a bit. And I actually have no memory of what happened last night. Sorry.”

Charles sat up and smiled warmly at you. “No problem. You can lie down again if you want and I get you some pain killers and water.”

“Oh. Yeah. That would be nice. Thank you. And after that I will go, I promise. Normally I don’t even stay this long.”

Charles cocked an eyebrow at you as he got up: “Normally? So, you do that very often then?” In that moment you could have slapped yourself for saying that. It sounded like you were having one-night stands on a regular basis. Which was not the case. Actually, it was the first one you had, since you and your ex broke off over one year ago. But what angered you even more was that Charles had the audacity to think that he had the right to judge you.

“What if? You just had a one-night stand as well. Who are you to judge me?” you snapped at him and he held up his hands in defense.

“Sorry. Relax. It was just a joke.”

He exited the room and you got up from the bed and took your phone out of your purse. You had ten missed calls from your best friend and some messages also from your family.

“What the hell?!” you mumbled to yourself as you sat down on the bed again to look through them.

Your eyes widened when you read what she wrote:

 Y/B/F/N: Girl I hope you had a good night! I sure did and your fella was so handsome! But call me as soon as you wake up if you haven’t read the news yet!

 Dad: I hope. You are fine and staying safe! We will try to get you back here as soon as possible! But you have to stay inside with Y/B/F/N!

 These messages didn’t make any sense and you thought that the best thing to do was to call Y/B/F/N. She quickly picked up the phone.

“Hey Y/N! So glad you called me! Are you safe?” she asked sounding concerned.

“Yeah I am. Are you? I am still at the flat of my one-night stand. Still deciding whether he is a jerk or not.”

“Well I hope he is a good guy, because you have to stay with him for a little longer. We all are not allowed to go anywhere right now. Monaco is on lockdown.”

“What lockdown?! What is going on?” You started to panic a bit not understanding what exactly your friend was talking about.

“Yeah lockdown! Because of the Corona virus. Someone tested positive here and now everyone has to stay inside for at least 24h so that they can test the relatives and friends of the person. First Corona case here. The government went completely nuts.”

“Oh shit, what?! No, no, no. Do you know how fucked up it is to stay with your one-night stand? Like…what am I supposed to do? Oh no.”

“You will have to deal with it, Y/N. I’m so sorry. At least he is hot. So, you could get it on a couple more times.” You could almost hear her smirk through the phone.

“Not helpful, Y/F/N!” you whisper-shouted; in that moment you saw, that Charles was approaching the bedroom. “Right, I got to go. We will speak later, okay? Stay safe!”

“You too! Call me if he turns out to be a creep! And remember to use protection!” Y/F/N laughed, and you rolled your eyes but had to laugh as well at the silly joke before ending the call the moment Charles entered the room, holding a glass of water with some aspirin already dissolved in it.

You put your phone away and tried not to blush at the sight you got. Charles was still only in his underwear and you hadn’t noticed before how fit he really was, but now his trained body was on full display and your friend was right. He was really hot.

“As much as I like that you are checking me out, I think you should check out this aspirin in water first. It will make your head less heavy.”

Instantly you felt the need to roll your eyes again. He was so nice to you but on the other hand he kind of acted like a douchebag.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the glass, he handed you. He had gotten himself a glass of water as well and sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.

“So, you know how I said that I would be leaving after having the aspirin?” you began talking, after downing the entire thing.

Charles nodded and looked at you, waiting for you to continue talking.

“Well…there is the first official case of Corona here in Monaco and we are not allowed to leave the flat for at least the next 24 hours. I talked to my friend on the phone and she said that the government went completely crazy and no one is allowed to go out for now,” you told him what your friend had said, “and I guess what I am trying to say is that I actually have to stay a bit longer.” You blushed again slightly when you looked at him because it was so uncomfortable for you to say that.

“Oh shit, what? I did not know that! I did not look at my phone yet. Of course, you can stay here! And just so you know, I did not ask you to leave right away anyway. So, I suggest I make a hangover breakfast and call my mother and brother and ask them if they are okay, and you can go and take a shower if you want. Towels are beneath the sink. I think I might also have a spar toothbrush in the cupboard next to the mirror. You can use that. And then we can talk about everything over breakfast?”

Now he was so nice again. You also weren’t sure he wanted to say that he actually did not want you to leave as soon as possible. But it sounded that way.

“Extra toothbrush, huh? So, you do this on a regular basis then?” you grinned and raised an eyebrow at him.

Charles chuckled lightly and shook his head. “I apologize for saying that okay? Let’s not bring this back. I make breakfast and you can get ready.”

“Alright. Sounds great. But I could help you with making breakfast. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or am using you,” you replied.

He shook his head and smiled. “Don’t worry. I would not think that. You go and take a shower and then we can eat. The bathroom is down the hallway on the right side” he said and motioned in the direction where the bathroom was supposed to be.

You nodded and smiled at him while getting up and grabbing your phone.

“Alright, then…I will see you in a few minutes” you said while putting up a hand to wave at him.

Charles laughed and waved back, getting up from the bed as well moving towards his dresser. You turned around and exited the room. You couldn’t believe you waved at him. Waved! What was the matter with you today? Maybe the hangover had gotten into your head. You looked around the flat while going the way to the bathroom that Charles had described, and your eyes grew wider with each step you took. This boy had to have some money. His flat was actually really big, you had guessed that it was quite large because his bedroom was already huge, but the part of the apartment that you got to see on your way was even more impressive. It was really bright, and his furniture and decorations were chosen tastefully. When you found the bathroom, your breath hitched in your throat because, as you had already expected, it was big. There was a massive shower with a showerhead that was rainforest-style, there was also a big bathtub and it just looked all so beautiful and expensive that you were actually afraid of touching anything. You found a towel for yourself and took off your underwear. You turned on the shower and put it to a chilly temperature to wake yourself up and make yourself feel less shitty. It felt amazing to feel the water on your skin even though it was a bit cold, but you already could feel the dizzy feeling from your hangover fading off slightly. You looked around the shower and after some contemplating chose to use some of his shower-gel to wash off the smell of the previous night.

Just when you had gotten out of the shower and dried off the water that remained on your skin, and had brushed your teeth with the spare toothbrush, you remembered that you of course had no spare clothes with you because you didn’t plan on staying longer. However, you also did not want to put on your clothes from the previous day. You would have to ask Charles to use his laundry machine and probably remain in the towel in the meantime. Or maybe Charles could lend you some clothes. But that would be a bit strange. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything and you did not want to creep him out. It was already so kind of him to let you stay at his apartment (although there was no other choice to be fair). You wrapped the towel tightly around you, took your dirty clothes and tapped out of the bathroom and followed the hallway. You heard some whistling and followed the sound, guessing it was Charles. You entered a living room that was connected to a big rooftop terrace, which could only mean that you were in the penthouse. You looked around to find that the living room was also included an open kitchen and dining area. Charles was hustling in the kitchen with a pan on the stove. He had not noticed you yet and was concentrating on preparing pancakes. “Erm Charles? Could I use your laundry machine to wash my clothes? Of course, I did not bring any spare clothing and I don’t want to put on the dirty laundry,” you said, and he turned around when he hard your voice.

His jaw dropped a bit at the sight of you only wrapped in a towel some drops of water you didn’t catch still glistening on your skin.

“I…yes of course. I will wash them of course! Do you want some clothes from me? I mean…I wouldn’t mind you staying in that towel but maybe that won’t be too comfortable for you,” he shrugged and had this boyish grin on his face again.

You felt a rush of heat shoot up your cheeks all the way to your ears at his remark and could not even say something back. Instead you just chose to nod your head.

“Right, let me get some clothes for you and give me your dirty ones. In the bedroom was some more right? I will take that too, okay? You look after the pancakes and I will be right back!” he said coming over to you and taking your top and panties out of your hands and rushing out of the room already before you could say something.

A few minutes later Charles came back with a t-shirt and some sweatpants for you.

“I don’t have women’s underwear, sorry. But yours will be ready in like two hours. So, I hope this is okay?” he asked while handing you the clothing.

“I mean I hope you don’t!” you laughed and took the garments from him. “Thank you so much though, Charles. This is all very kind of you. I will definitely pay you back for everything!”

“No, don’t worry about that! I am actually glad that you are still here! Now put on the clothes and I finish making breakfast. Do you want tea or coffee?”

You grinned and took the clothes from him. “I will go with tea, I think. It’s easier on the stomach.”

“Tea it is then.”