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bellafragolina · 3 years ago

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in honor of the final days of mermay, might i request my Top Four Favorite Boys (raihan, emmet, guzma, and kukui) finding a mer stranded away from water? can turn romantic if u want !

ooh, mermaids are my favorite!!

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Raihan:

It was a cloudy day in Hulbury, meaning not a lot of people we're out and about. Raihan's Goodra adored the wet weather, though, so Raihan was happy to walk through the rain with his Pokémon so it could have some fun. The fun was short lived, though, when they heard a weak cry coming from some tall grass near the beach.

Investigating, Raihan was shocked to find what looked like a person, but where their legs should be, there was a long, scaly tail. Fins decorated the persons limbs, and clusters of scales dotted their skin.

Their eyes found Raihan weakly, and they reached for the sea behind them. Raihan understood immediately, scooping the person up so he could rush them to the water. Goodra followed, spritzing the person with water to help relieve them on the journey

Once back in the sea, the person sighed, soaking in water they were without for so long. With a weak voice, they explain that a frightened Pokémon had knocked them onto the land, and they didn't have the strength to drag themselves all the way back to the water. As thanks, they dive into the water and retrieve pearls and other lost items for Raihan. He almost didn't take them, but the idea of coming back for more, as the person promised, was too good to be true. He was too curious of this person to turn them down, and besides, Goodra liked them a lot. Can't say no to a Pokémon's wants

Emmet:

Emmet's trip to the beach with Ingo and Elesa was a great way to unwind. If only his brother and friend weren't homebodies that just wanted to lie on the beach and read a book for so long. Emmet had to occupy himself, so with Eelektross on the prowl, the two searched the beach for eager trainers or strong Pokémon to battle.

As they got farther away from where the people were staying, Emmet started to hear a faint noise. Weak, but audible, was a sad song. Eelektross heard it too, and became frantic as it tried to find the source of the sound. It's panic ignited Emmet's, and the pair searched the grass and sand for the creature in need of help

What they found was a merperson, drying out in the sand. Their fins appeared brittle, tail stiff as they tried weakly to move towards the sea. Emmet was shocked, but then quickly scooped the person up, rushing them back into the water. Eelektross joined them in the water, swimming around them as Emmet sat in the sand and cradled the weak person readjusting to being back in the sea.

They smiled at him, thanked him in a weak voice, and promised to bring a reward if Emmet was willing to wait for a moment. Emmet refused any reward, however, and instead asked questions. Who were they, how did they end up stranded, were they hurt? The merperson took their time answering his questions, telling him about the world beneath the waves that they were a part of. It sounded magical, and Eelektross cooed at the very idea. Emmet wanted to see it as well, so the merperson offered to take them. After all, a kiss from a mermaid can turn a person into a mer as well, so why not their kiss do the same? Emmet had no qualms whatsoever

Guzma:

It wasn't unusual to find weird things on the beach in Alola, stuff people had lost in the ocean, left to float along until it found a beach to rest on. Guzma and the Team Skull grunts often spent slow days combing the beach for treasures, something to do when there was nothing else to occupy them

Of course, none of them were expecting to find a person among the treasures, much less a person with a tail and scales and fins, whimpering and begging them for help. Guzma ushered the grunts around, everyone chipping in to help lift the person and place them back in the water. They sighed as they were met with the cool sea, and smiled at the grunts gathering around them, eyes wide and questions lining their tongues

Guzma shooed them off, making them give the person space as they readjusted to the water once more. Carefully, whilst propped against Guzma's chest, they explained that they had gotten caught in a fishing net, brought into shore for some reason or another. They had managed to escape the net, but they were stranded in the sand, too weak to crawl back into the water, to home

The mention of "home" started a whole new slew of questions, some even Guzma himself had. The person just laughed, and answered them best they could. Guzma traces their scale-littered skin as they did, wondering if they would stick around. The grunts liked them, and he was curious too. A world full of merpeople? It sounded like something out of a fairytale but. . . here you were. A fairytale alive. Yeah, he'd have to come back and meet you again, with or without the grunts

Kukui:

Kukui studied water Pokémon, but fish could be difficult with how they couldn't leave the water. So he often found himself at the beach, battling with the fish to understand their move sets better. Today was no different, except on his way to the secluded cove they would use for battling, Kukui found something startling

A person, laying against the rocks, with a long fish tail. They were tangled up in a net, caught on ledges that held them out of the water. Kukui wasted no time rushing to them, using his Pokémon to help cut them loose. They weren't dying thankfully, the water's spay able to keep them somewhat hydrated, but they were clearly not meant to be only slightly wet. So with a grand effort, Kukui cut the net, and the person fell into the water with a mighty splash

Kukui threw off his coat and dived in after them, scared that they were hurt still. His Pokémon swam around him, helping him locate the person drifting along with the currents. He wrapped his arms around them, and broke to the surface, cradling them so they wouldn't get washed away somewhere else dangerous

With a weak voice, the person thanked Kukui, their skin not covered with scales rubbed red and raw from the bite of the net. Kukui tries his best to help heal them, trying potions and berries, but it doesn't help entirely. Still, the person is grateful, and offers their services to him to help repay him. All Kukui asks is that they come back so he knows their okay. He's down at this cove every other day, so he's easy to find if they show up too. They agree, and on their first return meeting, bring with them a shiny Feebas. Kukui was smitten immediately

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sorry for this not coming out in may. mermay is such a fun time! but here it is, so i hope you enjoy it!

have a great day, love!

~Renee

#raihan x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #guzma x reader #professor kukui x reader #kukui x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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holy-guacamoly · 3 years ago

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Beloved... I would like to make a request please 🥺 you know I ADORE your Levi fluff with every cell in my little soul. Can I request some Levi fluff and comfort with an s/o that's feeling stressed and overwhelmed with a lot of responsibilities and things to do. I just want a hug, some cuddles, someone to tell me I'm doing a good job, maybe make me some comfort food right now you know? Mac and cheese is my go to for sad days

And I adore writing Levie fluff and comfort! So it's a perfect match! <3 YOU DESERVE THE WORLD! I hope this little fic helps to ease the mind. :) Warnings: none, maybe my typical swearing but that's who I am Modern!AU A/N: I wrote this in a way that could be interpreted as a platonic friendship but also as lovers. Whatever suits whoever reads this best.

Mac & Cheesy - LevixFem!Reader Comfort

With utter disgust, you stared at the bright screen of your phone. Your calendar was bursting with meetings, classes, chores and other responsibilities. You already ran out of color options to mark the various dates. Just when you were about to throw your phone away, the tenth reminder of the day popped up, just to mock you. Another Zoom Call. Another god-forsaken video conference where you wouldn't have the opportunity to talk. So what did it matter? You sighed, no, more like grunted and roughly pushed the device over your desk, while you let your bodyweight press into the chair. Your head fell back like it was filled with wet sand. At this point you didn't even care about the sting in your neck, that was caused by the abrupt motion. The last weeks had been rough. No day went without a stressful event or a shitload of work. You always stayed up late, failed to nourish your body properly and it started to show. Dark shadows painted the bags under your eyes and you looked worn out. But the worst thing about all that was your anxiety that feasted on your negative emotions. The tiniest mistake managed to upset you, robbing you of your last few hours of sleep that were left. The numbness that followed the day after was even worse. Now that you thought of how miserable your life was, your immense frustration came back. It was unfair. Why you of all people? Why couldn't someone else do those shitty jobs? You felt heat rising to your cheeks, as your anger grew stronger. Like a pouting child, you kicked the nearest thing which happened to be a very solid part of your desk. As your toe met the hard surface without mercy, you couldn't help but hiss loudly while spitting some curses. "For fucks sake!" you screamed, reaching for your aching foot. Your waterline desperately tried to hold back the upcoming flood of furious tears. "Oi, brat!" A familiar voice suddenly interrupted your little show. You looked up, face reddened, eyes glistening. "What's that commotion about?" Levi Ackerman asked. He leaned against the doorframe of the living room, staring at you with an inkling of worry. Like always he wore, a pearl white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and grey pants. "None of your business, you midget," you snapped back, clearly not in the mood for a talk. The raven-haired "tched" in annoyance and made his way over to your huddled body. He knew that your moody behavior had nothing to do with him. Levi wasn't blind. The endless nights of working, the days filled with duties and above all your exhausted expression wouldn't go past him. "If you call me midget one more time, I bodyslam you." His voice was calm and collected, but you could make out a hint of amusement in his tone. You puckered your lips, the flesh on your cheeks getting sucked in between your teeth as you mumbled another insult. "I'm not in the mood, Levi," you finally murmured. The man scoffed at your comment. "And I am not in the mood for your cocky behavior. So you better tell me what's bothering you." His attitude changed from annoyed to soft in an instance, as he lowered himself on your level. "Oi, look at me," he said softly. By now you had buried your face in your arms, legs pulled up to your chest and you didn't plan on changing that position. You shook your head as much as your little cocoon would let you. He couldn't help you anyway, so why bother talking about it? "Fine." All of a sudden you heard a loud sigh, followed by strong arms lifting you from your chair. A high-pitched scream was heard from you in response. You wiggled your legs and arms in a desperate attempt to get free, but of course, Levi was stronger. He was quick to walk over to the couch, practically throwing you onto the soft cushions. "What the-" was all that you were able to say before he cut you off. "Don't you think I noticed how stressed you are lately? Damn, Y/N, I am not that blind," the pale man huffed. Your mouth opened in a fruitless attempt to say something back, but Levi kept speaking. "I know that shit's rough right now, but I need

you to tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, so I can actually ease your pain." By now he sounded clearly lost and hurt that you wouldn't let him in. "Let me help you, brat." This sentence was nothing but a mere whisper. Finally, your tears spilled over your waterline. You were so touched by Levi's concerns and beyond sorry for how you treated him. Since you were young, you were able to keep a tough facade, but never managed to hold that up when someone genuinely cared for you. "It's just too much, Levi," you sobbed. Your whole body trembled at the overwhelming emotions that finally found their way to the surface. "I feel like I'm failing. Everything I touch seems to crumble in my hands. I don't even know why I do all that shit. I hate it." Your voice was small and weak as you tried to explain your situation. Levi was quick to sit next to you on the sofa, his arms snaking around your shivering body in no time. You felt the vibrations of his soothing humming against your skin, while gentle caresses tried to ground you. "I am the worst," you added under tears, face hiding in the dark-haired's chest. Levi's lips moved against your scalp as he spoke, "The only thing you are is oblivious. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes." He gently pulled you away from his body, to gain eye contact. "You know that I basically hate people, right?" he asked nonchalantly. This caused your right eyebrow to raise slightly, clearly showing your confusion. "But somehow I still like to spend time with you and do you know why? Because you are smart, kind and so talented." Your gaze wandered down to the floor. A tiny sniffle filled Levi's ears, almost breaking his heart. "Why am I messing everything up then, if I am that smart and talented?" you asked weakly. The person closest to you chuckled in a very untypical manner. "If being an independent, diligent and boss-ass woman means 'messing up', then yes- You are doing so," he stated, a grin dancing on his lips. You mimicked his expression. Even though you were still exhausted and feeling kind of empty, your heart went a little lighter. "You really mean that, huh?" you mumbled, while you let your head fall against his chest again. Levi nodded, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Gently he leaned over to grab the cozy blanket that was draped behind you, wrap you up tightly. He then pulled you on his lap and secured you in his embrace. Levi's fingers drew soft circles on your arms, assuring you that you were safe and nothing would harm you also long as he was there to protect you. "I mean it and I will remind you every day that you're doing a good job if I have to." "By the way, did you eat today?" Levi added, actually knowing the answer already. You shook your head. "I'll make you some of that disgusting junk, that you call food. Mac and Cheese is your favorite, right?" Your head shot up, brows furrowed. "Excuse you, Sir? Mac and Cheese is a culinary upper-class food! Don't you dare to talk about that delicious dish like that," you exclaimed. Levi pushed his palm against your forehead in response and shoved away. A "Tsk" emitted from his lips again as he turned away from you. "Whatever you say, brat. And now shut up and get some rest."

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #aot levi #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi x you #captain levi #comfort character #comfort #request #aot fluff #levi aot #aot x y/n

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sudden-memory-loss · 3 years ago

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okay don't get me wrong, pearl's POV was great and she is a sad wet cat who needs a home. however. I am 10 minutes into impulse's episode and I just. I love them so much. "we're going to be homewreckers", bdubs getting so excited about impulse's hidden water source, the riding lessons, "we're the power couple". bdubs is a gossiping housewife going around just straight up lying to cause chaos and impulse is a provider venturing off into danger for his love. they're so committed to each other and their insane ideas it's adorable.

#double life #double life spoilers #double life impulse #double life bdubs #mcyt #rhys' shit

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lockoutkey · 3 years ago

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(this does not have to be canon i just thought it’d be sweet!)

Grian is alone, which is exactly how he wants it. He wants to sit in the darkness, missing the silvery other half of his soul, missing the friend he’s responsible for vanishing. He knows it was his fault, he does, and he’d trade his own stupid godhood for the chance to stop this stupid chance event. The sun can go to hell, for all he cares. The gods can give the light to Pearl. She deserves it. She’s so much brighter than he is and yet so much less scorching. Calmer.

The gods don’t need him, he tells himself, and he fades, tripping through reality after reality, watching a golden-haired boy and two girls, one raven-haired and one with fluffy locks the color of the dusk, make their way through life after life after life. He knows that he’ll never get to the life he’s actually lived. Every time he snaps back to the blackness, he remembers less and less about himself. He is golden-haired, and they are the colors of the night sky and the bright dawn, and he has to disappear. He knows that. And so he keeps going.

(Jellie is missing, and Scar is trying so hard not to panic. He really is. But the dorm’s been so empty, lately, it’s so… lonely… and Jellie, his lovely, not-as-chubby-because-she-went-on-a-diet cat, the darling of the school, is missing. He knows that cats do this sometimes, and he remembers that Grian once had cats who had run off. Scar puts out her favorite bed and a can of luxury wet food, and he waits. He puts on music, but the pictures around the dorm don’t help the loneliness much.)

Jellie knows exactly where she needs to be to help her human. He is silly, most of the time, and the red-sweatered one makes him laugh in the late hours of the night when they’re both drinking things that she knows they definitely shouldn’t (really, even cats know that energy drinks smell like death. Jellie doesn’t understand how humans willingly consume them.) Recently, the red one, bright and enthusiastic, has been missing, and her human has been sad. She knows because he gave her extra catnip, and he never does that when he’s not upset. So she goes looking for him. It doesn’t take long. He’s stationary, curled up into a ball in a chair. The greenhouse lady, the one who gives her sweet berries, is watching over him, and when she sees Jellie she reaches down for ear scratches. Jellie loves ear scratches, but this time, she has a mission, and so, upsettingly, she dodges the friendly hand of the greenhouse lady. Curse her beloved human. He’d better give her so much catnip for this. She carefully curls herself around the drooping foot of the red-sweatered one (currently missing his trademark red sweater, which Jellie thinks is a shame. It’s very cozy, good for a bed) and goes to sleep. She’s prepared for the darkness that follows, because Jellie always knows exactly what to do to make her human happy.

Grian does have an Achilles heel for soft things. He also has a soft spot the size of the Pacific Ocean for Scar, even if they haven’t spoken much lately, and if possible, his love for Scar’s grouchy, aristocratic cat, Jellie, is even bigger. He can’t help it. They’re such an odd pair. And when he starts seeing a cat with the same “little bit of red in her” that Scar always mentioned (he’s not sure who that is, or when he’ll show up in the cycle, but the name feels warm on his tongue), well. The cat is so familiar, and he’s pretty sure he adores the fluffy animals. He is guilty already, what’s one more look up?

(Scar really, really misses Jellie. But, he realizes, as he gazes at the portraits, he knows she’ll find her way home. She always does. His friends… humans are more temperamental. You can’t exactly lure them back with catnip, can you? But… you can offer them a home again. Just because they have new friends doesn’t mean that they won’t return, just like Jellie, but he has to let them know they’re welcome. He stands up, still staring at the photo that Impulse took of all five of the roommates at the lakeside, just before Grian shoved Mumbo into the water and Scar fell in on his own from laughing so hard. They won’t come back unless he tells them that he misses them. He turns tail and runs out of the room, leaving the bed and the food at the window.)

Jellie is good at what she does. The red-sweatered human is stubborn, and fading fast, but she’s the best sweet talker this side of the universe, and so she follows him, watching his lives and progress. The greenhouse lady and the kind raven one show up a lot, which Jellie could have predicted even if she wasn’t here. She’s not blind. Their bond goes soul-deep. Eventually, the bright one turns to face her in the dark. “Why are you here?” She doesn’t respond, because she’s a cat, and he wouldn’t understand her. She just sits down and meows, cuddling up to his leg. He sputters a little, but when he bends down, he knows exactly where her favorite scritching spot is. Jellie purrs, smug. There it is. The red-sweatered one sighs and sits down. “How do I leave?” he asks quietly. “I don’t… I don’t think I want this. I don’t… I don’t quite know where I came from, though, much less how to get back.” If Jellie could laugh, loud and wide like her human does, she would. Because she knows the way back. Because Jellie always, always knows what’s best for her humans.

When Grian wakes up, groggy and not quite himself, all lens flare and sunrise-purple light, five people are in the bay. He doesn’t immediately have all their names, but there is the raven-haired woman, the rosy dawn, a man whose hands look like they’re either covered in blood or some suspicious red powder, a man who looks like he just woke up and ran here on foot, half-dressed and in different fashion styles entirely, and a man with green eyes holding a happy gray cat.

No, this is the ending I want. Luna, you are so amazing. This was absolutly beautiful and better than anything I could’ve come up with.

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #lunarblazes #key asks #cryptid roomies au

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pomefiwhore · 4 years ago

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GN!MC catching Azul and Jade crying

Azul Ashengrotto

Context: You two were visiting the Atlantica Museum after a stressful week. Your boyfriend was so exhausted and frustrated so you decided to take him there, a chill place where you can enjoy each other's presence as you look to the expositions.

However it wasn't part of your plans when you both caught a bunch of random teenagers looking at the elementary school photo and laughing about a certain "weird ass chubby octopus". They kept making fun of the entire photo, but they seems to have chosen Azul as the student who would receive more of those "kind words". You could see the upset look on your partner's face, and you try to calm them down, giving a reassuring squeeze on his hand.

"I'm not feeling I want to see the rest of the sculptures, Angelfish. Shall we leave?" - Azul asked without looking at you.

"Azul..." - You tried to say something, but in the end just nodded, returning to NRC.

Azul spent the rest of the day locked in his office. Not even Jade or Floyd dared to come in. You look at the twins concerned, feeling so pissed off how people can be so cruel to make fun of someone that way.

It was getting dark and Azul still wouldn't come out of his office. Eventually you felt frustrated of his behavior and goes in without knocking the door, only to find a certain octoboy laying on the sofa quietly crying.

You immediately shut the door, making him jump out of his seat, only to return to the position he was when he felt your arms holding his body tight, gently putting his head your chest;

"Oh my baby... I'm so sorry for taking you there..."- You whispered as you feel Azul crying hard again - "Please don't mind those assholes... They are just a bunch of immature kids..."

Azul snuggled his arms around your body, sniffing and still dropping tears. You didn't have a clue of how much he appreciated you comforting him;

"And plus..." - You said, lifting his face and cupping his cheeks with your hands - "I honestly think you were adorable when little."

His eyes sparked a bit and he sniffed again "Y-You really think so, Angelfish?". You smiled softly and plant a kiss on his forehead "Of course! You're my favorite octopus after all! And I would love to see more pics of you when a kid."

He almost started to cry again, but this time it would be of joy. He smiled widely, eyes still wet and he hugged you tight.

"I love you so much my Angelfish... So much..." - He whispered.

Jade Leech

Context: A lot of people hated Octavinelle. That wasn't a really big surprise. After all the slavery and overblot incident, even when the trio tried to fix the mess they made and their reputation, still many people despised them. And some people hated specially the twins.

A lot students were holding a strong grudge of all the times the twins creeped them out or squeezed them. So a few decided they will plan a revenge on each of the eels.

You were on Jade's club room. Killing time with your boyfriend as you playfully spin the hat of his dorm uniform, that you (not so really) secretly snatched, on the table. You both were just chit chatting, while Jade kept giving you his teasing smirks and looks only to make you flustered much to his amusement.

"Now, now my little pearl, I'm afraid I must return to my dorm. Mostro Lounge will open soon and I must be there as quick as possible." - He said in his calm tone.

"Nooo... Stay here a little more! Pleeeaaaaase!" - You pouted.

Jade chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. "I promise after my shift is over I will stay with you as much as you want." - He cooed. Deep inside he obviously didn't want to leave and today he was feeling especially needy, but duties are duties... Unless he finds another excuse to make you go see him.

He left you pouting, before giving his signature smile and making his way to the Octavinelle dorm. You immediately notice he "forgot" his hat and smiled mischievously to yourself.

Finally arriving to Octavinelle, you make your way to Mostro Lounge only to be stopped when you see your boyfriend standing still to a certain spot. You were behind him, so you decided to approach and see what was going on.

"Jade...?" - You said only to stop your sentence in the middle and your eyes wide in shock.

All his terrariums and mushrooms he raised with all his care and dedication, smashed, stepped and some even had stains of smoke in it. Your heart shattered once you realized how many of those plants were extremely rare to find and how much struggle he passed in the mountains trying to find different types to collect. Seeing all his efforts burned to the ground on something he cared so much for, it was too much even for you to handle.

You reach for him, who was kneeling to try find something that still could somehow be saved. He had a blank expression on his face, but his hands were shaking. You kneel next to him and open your arms wide, only in a matter of seconds having a big eel clinging to you tightly, so tightly he could break bones if he wanted to.

You gently touched his hair and nuzzled your face in his chest "We are going to find the responsible for this ok? Together." - You said, having a big silence as a response;

That's when you notice his chest was shaking softly and his almost inaudible sniffs;

You sighed. You heart sinking seeing how vulnerable and sad he was. "I will help you find and grow all of these plants and mushrooms again, okay? I promise." You kiss the crook of his neck, Jade still silent, but he loosen the strength of his embrace a bit;

"I'm so very sorry for you having to see me like that, Y/N..." - He whispered - "I was just caught off guard... But it wasn't in a pleasant way..."

"You don't need to apologize for it, sweetie. I'm here to help you no matter what. My not-so-little eel, you know I love you very much." - You cooed;

You could sense him giving a little smile, gently touching your hair "I love you too my pearl..."

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #jade leech #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #imagines

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lsholland · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 (𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 - "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠"

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter I // Read this chapter on Wattpad.

tw: addictions (alcohol, drugs), swearing, disease, murder... (probably not suitable for minors)

genre: psychological thriller / suspense / drama

Synopsis: Tom Holland is Hollywood's #1 celebrity and is adored all around the world. But this rise to fame hasn't been easy for him. With fame comes his own demons: addiction issues, a relationship that's about to end and...he doesn't know it yet, but he's about to kill an innocent woman. How is he going to get through it?

A/n: Honestly I could have written 10k on this chapter. And whatever you think is going to happen next isn't. Trust me! I love this story so much and it's only the beginning. Pls let me know what you think of it!

Reblogs and comments are appreciated :)

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Tom and his brother sit in the dark on his dirty sofa – the curtains are preventing the sun from coming in. They’re both embarrassed about the situation, they’ve never had this conversation before, but they can’t keep avoiding it anymore.

Tom curls his fingers together in quick movements, looking down at his shaky legs. His brother is looking at him in the eyes, trying to pierce the barrier he’s constructed over the years that pushes him away. Tom keeps his head down. He’s always considered Harry, and he’s ashamed not to be a role model anymore; his sibling now understands something in him is off, and it terrifies him. The room is so quiet Tom can only hear his lungs struggling to catch the small quantity of air he’s able to inhale.

Harry peers down at his sibling’s burnt arm and raises his right brow. Tom immediately notices and positions it behind his back to hide it.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Harry asks, breaking the dense and ponderous silence. “I don’t care about this GQ interview – you’re my brother, I can’t let you be like this” he adds forcing himself to remain calm. But his nerves are fragile, he’s on edge. He can’t keep watching his brother acting with such a self-destructive behaviour. It’s only been a couple of years he’s lived on his own, out of the family house, and he’s lost so much weight. His dull skin emphasises his hollow cheeks and dark circles; he’s even aging with prematurity, and the wrinkles around his eyes are one example.

Makeup displays another reality during the day, a false image. And his tendency to wear oversized clothes is a proof he’s aware of his physical deterioration. But if it really was a problem, people would notice, right?

Harry is worried for his brother but has never said anything so far. He’s always thought it was just a phase and that he’d get through it in just a matter of time. He now comes to the realisation it might be too late. It doesn’t just happen to other people.

“Fuck, Tom!” he bursts out in anger and gets up, walks towards him, and falls on his knees. “Will you tell me what the fuck’s happened to you?”

Tom keeps avoiding his gaze and turns his head to the side. His lips are sealed, shaking; he wants to tell him the truth but he’s apprehensive of his possible reactions. His tired eyes are blinking, and tears are streaming down his face. He wipes them off as soon as he feels the wet pearls of sad feelings caressing his dry skin.

Harry’s crying as well, in silence. He’s crying for help; he wants his brother to be healthy again. He wants to see him laughing and smiling and singing all the time like he used to; it’s been months since it last happened.

The Tom he used to know is disappearing and is being replaced by a soulless body. A body that’s ravaged by trivial matters, draining his life out.

“I . . . I fucked up” Tom’s voice quavers with pain. He finally glances at his brother and loses control. His face dramatically shifts. As the tears are flooding, he brings his hands to his temples and envelops his face with his crippled fingers. “I really did!” And he heavily falls on the floor. He grabs both his legs in a foetal position and sobs, eaten up with guilt. Harry takes his sadness in stride and strokes his brother’s hair with patience waiting for him to give details about the situation.

“I nearly killed a woman last night” Tom whimpers. “I wanted to go to Pryzm, and she came out of nowhere, she crashed against my car . . . I didn’t know what to do!”

“God, Tom—where is she?!”

Tom doesn’t reply. He is too afflicted by his traumatic experience. The tiredness, the pressure, the shame, and the depression will get the last of him.

“Let’s go to the hospital” Harry says as he gets up and reaches out to Tom to help him stand on his feet.

Tom nods and stays on the ground. He’d rather cry to death than face what he’s done to her.

“You didn’t leave her dead, did you?”

“I—I had no other choice—”

“YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE CHOICE!” Harry angrily shouts at Tom. He clenches his fist with rage and groans his exasperation out. His boiling blood is turning his face red, and his eyes darken as they meet Tom’s.

He’s never seen his brother this angry before and it’s horrifying.

A soft chill freezes his bones making it impossible for him to grab Harry’s arm as he walks away. As if Tom wasn’t alone in his body, as if he couldn’t control his actions anymore, as if he was just a passenger forced to watch the horrendous show his life had just become.

Harry reaches the front door and silently pivots. He glances at his brother lying on the floor, shivering, and sobbing, and so miserable in his gutlessness. And as he exits the house, he slams the door shut behind him.

The loud thud releases Tom from the grip of his own fears, like an unleashed dog. And it feels like a freefall from the top of a skyscraper. He can’t feel his body; he is so light, almost like a bird, but if he doesn’t react immediately, he’ll crash to the ground.

But what should he do now? He can’t let his brother leave to discover the harm he’s caused to this woman. He softly counts to ten to make his final decision; a trick his father taught him when he was younger to unlock his brain when he must make tough choices.

1, 2, 3 . . . If his brother goes there on his own, Tom will never be forgiven. 4, 5, 6 . . . But watching the result of his actions terrifies him. 7, 8, 9 . . . Now that Harry is involved, he can’t pretend this nightmare will just vanish. 10.

He needs to go with him.

Tom stands up and trips, his exhausted body can’t handle his weight anymore. He falls but his numb arms can’t protect his face that smashes against the wooden floor. He ignores the sharp pain, the blood streaming down his nose, the blurred vision; he stands up, struggling, and keeps going towards the front door. He faintly grabs the handle and puts his last bit of energy to pull it, as if his life depended on it.

“Harry!!!” his cracking voice shouts and echoes in his ears until he loses balance and falls against the wall.

Harry who’s already within a good walking distance hears his brother and turns around. He sees him with blood all over his shirt. Blood that wasn’t there when he left a minute ago. He peers around, luckily no one’s here to see the mess. He runs back to the front door and kneels to align with his sibling’s puffy face.

“I’ll come with you . . .” Tom whispers with half-shut eyes. “I want to right my wrong.”

Harry shows a soft grin and lifts his brother up in a gentle manner. He walks him towards the house with small slow steps. He needs a hot shower, a decent meal and strong emotional support to survive today.

Tom’s arm is curled around Harry’s shoulders, his feet dragging, and blood dripping on the floor, making a murderous path on the front garden. Tom intensely watches his brother and gives a soft smile; he’s feeling hopeful for the first time in months. He is going to get better after all . . .

Or maybe not.

The sound of a cracking leaf coming through Harry’s ears makes him startle. He abruptly pivots towards that noise around and sees a man with a camera in his hands.

“Shit!” he hisses. “Fuck off!” he shouts at the paparazzi and accelerates his pace despite Tom’s pain.

The man approaches and tries to take more pictures, but Harry makes sure to hide Tom’s face with his body. The blood on the floor however doesn’t lie, and he’s aware of it. Although the clicking sound of the camera is far away behind them, Harry knows the guy has been able to capture Tom’s bloody face.

When they finally get in the house, Harry locks the door behind him and stares into space. His mind is elsewhere, imagining all the possible consequences of these pictures being published. He must find ways to stop them from being revealed to the public. But his concerns are now with Tom who’s using the wall to support his weak body. He’s so pathetic it’s difficult not to feel pity.

“Let me see your nose” says Harry inspecting his brother’s face. He grabs a towel on the kitchen shelf and uses it to soak up the blood. “Yeah, it’s definitely broken.”

“Not sure GQ will appreciate that” Tom answers with a grin on his face.

Harry smiles back. The situation is so disastrous and embarrassing it’s become funny for them both. They need to let go of their nervousness even if it means laughing about the heart-breaking situation. What could possibly be worse?

It takes about half an hour for Tom to take a shower and dress up. Harry is cooking lunch for him whilst he’s getting ready. He’s never been that good a cook but it’s a way for him to be busy and not to overthink the situation. He’s trying to help his brother out, and Tom surely doesn’t need any additional stress. But he has so many questions . . . So many uncertainties; so many scenarios playing in his head and he can’t differentiate what’s real from what’s not.

Tom gets down the stairs wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, and his favourite trainers. The long sleeves hide well his burnt forearm, but his nose is still too visible. Harry decides to ignore it for a minute and gives him his food.

“Eat before it’s cold”

Tom avoids looking at his sibling and grabs a spoon to eat the rice. It would be expected of him to gulp down his food, but he doesn’t. He’s not hungry. He only eats because he needs it to survive. Or because his brother is here watching him. He glances at the fridge and unintentionally shakes his spoon trying to think of something else. There is no beer in the fridge, he finished them last night. Last night when he almost killed that innocent soul. Last night when it was the one glass too many.

Harry notices his obsessive behaviour – his urge to swallow a sip of liquor. He can almost picture the intrusive thoughts going in Tom’s head and hauling him down to the dark abyss. The whispers of these undesirable voices are causing him distress. It’s tearing Harry’s heart apart to see his addict brother act this way. But what got him so broken? It can’t be the fame; it can’t be his notoriety that destroyed him. He’s supposed to be the happiest person on earth instead . . .

“Before we leave, we’ve gotta do something about this” Harry says pointing at Tom’s face. He grabs his baseball cap and hands it to him. “Better keep a low profile.”

Tom presses his lips together and places it on his head. “Thanks.”

“Let’s go see if she—you know . . .” Harry stutters.

He scans the exterior through the curtains to check if the paparazzi is still around. The street is so quiet he can hear the leaves scratching the ground as they fall from their tree. Harry steps back and pulls the car keys out of his jeans’ front pocket.

The drive to the hospital is made in silence. The tension is so heavy it electrifies everything around them like a lightning bolt when it’s about to hit the surface, and seconds appear to be minutes. A simple glance would jolt them. The radio is turned off, they can barely hear the tyres rubbing against the asphalt; it’s leaving them with their thoughts as the only sound in their head, and it’s particularly difficult for Tom. As he observes the steering wheel, hidden voices describe horrible scenarios that could happen in the hospital. And these voices are so soft, so mesmerising that anyone would believe them. Their charisma is based on psychological aggression and constant fear, and Tom lets them pave their way in his brain. Because he’s just a man.

He’s quickly emerged out of his universe when Harry opens the door and leaves the car. Tom is much slower than his brother and makes sure to take all the time he needs before exiting the parking lot. His pace is slow, he walks with short, light steps, almost looking like a phantom. Harry waits for him in front of the lift but doesn’t bother looking at him. He’s too anxious about the fate of this unknown woman, and the potential consequences on his family – because not only Tom would suffer from his mistake, but his whole family would go down with him too.

When they enter the lift, Tom scrutinises his face in the mirror and notices his purple, swollen nose and the several scratches on his jaws. He grabs the bill of his grey cap and pulls it down in a poor attempt to be undercover.

The doors open and a brouhaha blows Tom away. His brother walks out of the lift, but he can’t move. He’s paralysed, contemplating the nurses walking around in white uniforms, the doctors delivering news to a patient’s family. And he squints his eyes as the white lights burn his retina. It is so bright he feels wobbly and struggles to breathe. His chest is oppressing his lungs, and his throat tightens, allowing less and less air to travel. He coughs with his right hand pressing against the wall to give him balance, and the other one assisting his chest. He’s going to die here and now. His vision gets blurry and—

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry whispers grabbing his brother’s shoulder.

Tom looks at him in distress, eyes wide open, and not able to pronounce a word. He’s having a panic attack.

“Come ‘ere,” Harry says pointing to the waiting area. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”

He makes sure his brother finds a seat before joining the main counter. All Tom can see is a blurred silhouette talking, and waiving, and walking in circles, presumably angry. And it lasts for a couple of minutes. All he hears is a tinnitus that envelops him away from the rest of the world until Harry comes back.

“Please, stay here Tom” Harry whispers. “I had to pretend I was her brother—I can’t believe no one came for her yet!”

And within the snap of a finger, he’s back to reality.

“No!” Tom grips Harry’s hand as soon as he steps back. “Don’t leave me here alone, please don’t do that.”

Harry sighs and swivels towards the nurse holding her pager, waiting for him. He runs his hand through his hair while approaching her.

“It’s my cousin, he knows her too. Could he please come with me? It’s not gonna take long I promise”

The nurse squints at Tom, she keeps looking at him until he meets her eyes. And she frowns her eyebrows in return.

“Is he alright?” she asks Harry.

“Is he—Oh yeah, he . . . He loves her and when he heard about it, he—he fell.”

Harry closes his eyes and sighs releasing his irritation. How could he be so bad at lying? He’s always been the cold headed one, and for the first time ever, when the stakes are so high, he’s unable to perform an act.

The nurse smirks and nods a yes. He can come too.

Harry’s just about to call Tom but discovers him surrounded by two young girls who seem to look at him like an alien. And Tom tries to hide his face with his cap, he’s sitting there petrified like a kid who’s lost his parents in a park.

“Oh my God, you’re Tom Holland, aren’t you?” says one of the girls. She has a bright smile on her face but waits for him to confirm. Because he looks so different from the pictures.

Tom doesn’t move, he doesn’t even acknowledge them. He prays for them to leave when they’ll be tired of him ignoring them. But they keep watching him.

Harry comes rescuing his brother by gripping his arm. They’re walking towards the nurse, but the fans start yelling in their back.

“IT’S HARRY!”

“Yeah, I told you it’s definitely them! Oh my God!” answers the other one.

Tom turns his face and looks at them before flying away with Harry and the nurse. They’re taking videos with their phones. And now it’s clear for him; he hates them so much. He hates his fame, his celebrity, his exposure to the entire world. What he thought would be amazing, to be known and renowned, is now a burden.

For a minute, he makes a wish; he prays God (and he didn’t know he believed in any God-figure until today) and begs Him for mercy. He places the palm of his hands facing the ceiling hoping he’ll be given strength. By the time he’s done, he’s in front of the room 403. Her room.

“You have 10 minutes, be concise” says the nurse before leaving.

Harry grabs Tom’s hand and helps him get in the room. For Tom, it feels like venturing into the devil’s lair. His body is screaming ‘get me out of here’ but Harry’s gentle hand forces him to enter the room without a word.

And there she is. Lying on her hospital bed, eyes closed, with a pale face, a broken nose, and cuts on her lips. Half of her face is covered with bruises. She has long black curly hair and a tattoo on her left forearm. Tom and Harry stand next to the door and observe her, speechless. She looks bad.

“At least she’s alive” Harry breaks the silence. “Maybe we should let her rest and come back when she wakes up”

“Can you give me 5 minutes with her?” Tom asks.

“Yeah, sure” Harry says and opens the door to leave.

“Harry, wait!” Tom adds. “Thank you for this. I know you don’t have to . . . It really means a lot.”

“You’re my family” he answers with a soft grin.

“But still. I owe you an apology”

“That’s where you’re wrong. We’re always a family. I will always come for you no matter the cost”

These words bring Tom strong emotions. It’s difficult for him to understand what it exactly is. It is warm, intense, and particularly pleasing. As his breathing picks up, he gives Harry a tight-lipped smile and enfolds him in his arms.

“I love you” the eldest says.

Harry shyly smiles and breaks the hug, then sneaks out of the room. Tom walks towards the bed and stands in front of the injured woman, wondering what she might be dreaming about. Or if it’s all black in her mind.

He takes off his cap and places it on the bed, next to her arm. He catches a glimpse of something written on her hospital bracelet. He grabs it and pulls her wrist closer to his face to read the label.

“Lauren Avery Pearson . . .” he whispers with a soft smile. A pure and delicate smile that shapes his face like the one of a kid seeing snow for the first time.

But he cries. He cries without a sound, still holding her wrist and taking her hand and curling his fingers around hers. He doesn’t know her, but he wishes he did. He wishes she could’ve been spared. He pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses it and then places it on his chest, close to his heart. He is so sorry for what he’s done to her. Remorse is a terrible feeling to have.

“I wish I could have stopped you, Lauren. Stopped you from driving so fast, stopped you from being around me at this time . . . I wish I had known, Lauren. I wish I could go back in time and change this. All of this. I wish I could be happier. And maybe meet you another way. I’m sure you’re an amazing person” he pauses to sob.

His face is just above hers; he scans her features hoping for her to wake up. But she doesn’t.

“I bet you have many talents. You must be a good cook, or a great singer, or maybe even an amazing football player. But not better than I am, because I’m very good, you know. I’m sure you wouldn’t let me beat you though. You’d fight until it’s a tie. And I’d let you win because you’re amazing.”

He wipes his tears off.

“And—And I know you love your husband. And I’m so sorry for him, and for you, I’m so sorry. I wish you could forgive me.”

He releases her hand and places it on the bed. He makes sure to be gentle, so she won’t feel any pain.

“I wish it could be me instead of you” he adds before getting his cap back and leaving the room.

The emotions are too strong for him to cope with them. He can’t handle such a thing. He can’t handle having so much remorse, shame, and sadness at once.

Harry joins him and they both silently walk out of the hospital. They’re headed home.

He drops Tom off in front of his house and looks at him in pain. He wants to say something, but he knows his brother is on the edge. If he adds anything, he might break down and he doesn’t want to see this.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, take care brother.” Harry says when Tom opens the car door.

And he drags his feet on the front garden and sees drops of his blood on the ground, cruel reminders of his past actions. He closes the door behind him and falls on his settee. He can only think about two things: the biggest mistake of his life and quenching his thirst.

He clenches his fists and tries to resist to the urge of drinking. This visceral need that shakes his entire body and poisons his mind. He squeezes his eyes as if it would help him not to think about the refreshing taste of a shot of vodka. As if it would make him forget about all the muscles cramping in his body. He’s agitated, can’t stay still; he could run 15 miles just to grab a bottle. He’s feverish and has a terrible headache.

He’s showing early signs of withdrawal, but he can’t expect to beat his demons on his own. Especially not in a situation like this.

He opens his food delivery app and orders from the closest liquor store in just a few clicks. He only realises he’s done something bad when the delivery guy knocks. He grabs the bottle and shuts the door. He feels discomfort and indignity, but this bottle of Absolut vodka will help him wipe everything away until he is happy again.

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hes-writer · 5 years ago

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Be Quiet

Summary: y/n does the 'drop the towel' challenge

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (video chat), oral, male receiving

Word Count: 2055 words

A/N: this is one of my first smut pieces. i'm kind of nervous. let me know what you thought.

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Since quarantine started, Harry had been facing his laptop screen for the majority of the day. His team scrambling to rebook dates, rescheduling the all-too anticipated Love On Tour and discussing various fees that needed to be paid. Honestly, you were sad that the tour wasn’t a go this year because of the pandemic. Harry was always at his happiest when he’s performing on stage, in front of a crowd that yelled his name and sang his songs in adoration and you couldn’t even feel offended by it. However, a part of you was happy that Harry managed to catch a flight home before the restrictions started happening.

Still, it didn’t help that his physical presence was the only thing around you. He was so busy that he barely spared a touch at you the whole week except for when you brought him his favourite kale smoothie or fed him his rice cracker snacks, to which he showed his appreciation through solemn kisses before Jeff called out his name sternly for his attention back.

You’ve been scrolling on the TikTok app recently to spend your time, chuckling to yourself at the funny videos, and brows drawing together in interest at the life hack tips that you deemed useful in the future. Then, you stumbled upon the challenge where girls walked in front of their boyfriends in only a towel to drop to get their attention. You bit your lip at the thought, wondering if this is what it took to finally get Harry’s hands on you.

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You were fresh out of the shower, your hair tickling your sensitive back in damp touches. You made sure to shave every inch of your skin-- you’ve always loved the feeling of smoothness when you lay on your silky sheets at night. Plus, it made Harry absolutely mad at the sensation of velvety soft skin when he tangled his legs with yours.

Your fingers brushed off some large knots in your hair before you wrapped a blush pink towel around your chest. Legs peeked out from where the towel stopped mid-thigh.

“Yes, I think you’re right,” Harry replied, you could imagine him with his chin on his palm, glasses drifting down his slant nose in boredom.

You walked silently to his office, keeping your footsteps light. He perked up at the sound of the door creaking, plastering a look of confusion on his face when he took in your appearance and your phone pointed at him. He tilted his head in question before clearing his throat, “I think we should wait till’ everything is rescheduled before we announce it,”

He leaned forward in his chair, intrigued at your antics. You stood behind his desk, his laptop camera facing away from you. You unfolded the flap that held your towel around your body, Harry widened his eyes at the action. He shook his head in denial as if quietly asking you not to do anything right now. You bit your lip, shaking your head back with a teasing smile.

The towel landed on the floor with a light ‘thud’. You shivered unnoticeably when the cold air nipped your damp skin, goosebumps raised on your body at the shift in temperature. Giggling quietly, a giddiness expanded on your chest at the camera capturing Harry’s reaction the moment you revealed your naked body to him--mouth ajar, a flush of red painting his cheeks and his neck. Harry gulped at the sight, shifting uncomfortably in his plush leather seat where you stood just behind the screen where Jeff and a couple of executive members continued discussing the next topic.

You covered your mouth as you giggled, tapping the button to stop the recording, placing your phone face down on his mahogany desk. He tapped his lips to remind you to stay quiet, still not letting his gaze drift away from your now hardening nipples. You took his attention as an opportunity to tease him even more, twisting your buds gently between your fingertips, mouth dropping open in a silent gasp at the sensation that had Harry quick to press the ‘mute’ button on the screen. His fingers fell away from his lips, indicating that the microphone was off.

“What do y’think y’are doing?” He growled, angling his head so that the camera won’t catch his lips moving. You shrugged innocently, palming your breasts in your small hand, some spilling out between your fingers. You knew that the action drove Harry crazy by the way his breath hitched--he always loved that your breasts were the perfect handful for him.

“Nothin’,” You quipped, biting your pointer finger with your teeth as you looked at him seductively. He was about to answer when his name was called. Harry’s hardened gaze told you to ‘behave’ but you never listened to him unless you absolutely had to.

“Yes, ‘m here. Sorry, Y/N was just checking up on me,” His eyes just about bulged out when you approached his side, resting your bum on the edge of the desk. You made sure not to let yourself be in the frame of the camera as you stretched your leg over Harry’s lap. “What the f--,”

You pressed your finger against your lips, shushing him with alarmed eyes pointing to his laptop. With the position of you standing on one leg, your pelvic bone shielded his prying eyes from your core unless he slouched incredibly low on his chair. He really wanted too, but that would be too suspicious.

You dipped your fingers in your slick heat, glossing the pads with your juices before rubbing it against your clit. Your leg wanted to jolt close in his lap but his tight grip held your calf down, biting your lip at the shock of pleasure. You repeated this a couple more times before pulling your leg back slowly, making sure to keep it below the desk. He sighed in relief, but you smirked mischievously as your foot swept past the bulge in his pants. The tent was so visible that you wanted nothing more but to have his length in your mouth.

He had just enough wit to mute himself before he released a small moan, looking off to the side to hide his pleasured face. “Christ, what are you doing to me, angel?”

“Missed you,” was all you said before maneuvering between his legs, under the thick plane of the desk that hid you from everyone else aside from him. You pressed your finger against your lips again, the shadows of the wood adding an ominous aura to your face. He lifted his hips as you tugged his sweatpants down. He stared at you with hooded lids, lips slick with spit as he licked them once over.

You let your tongue wander his thick length, grabbing the base to have a steady workplace. His dick was slick with spit, getting your chin sticky from both his pre-cum pearling on the slit and your mouth wrapped around the tip. His thighs relaxed as you took him in your mouth, gripping the arms of the office chair to pull the wheels closer to you so that you could take him deeper down your throat. You gagged, constricting around his tip which had him tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you back, his breathing heavy. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay quiet. You pushed his hand away, opting to return to your task at hand, bobbing your head back and forth with effort.

“Great, I-I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Harry clicked the window closed, slamming the laptop shut. “Shit, oh shit,” He moaned out head lulling back on the headrest as he sucked in a deep breath.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth, mouthing at the sides to let him catch his breath.

“Get the fuck outta’ there,” He said, waiting for you to crawl out his desk and beside his chair, kneeling down at eye level to meet his dick. “What was that, hmm?”

“I told you, I missed you,” You pouted at him, your heel rubbing against your core and you subconsciously rocked back and forth at the feeling. He looked down at you, “You missed me so much y'even playing with your pussy in front of me,” You nodded. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

You licked your palm slowly, feeling your saliva trickle down your skin, wrapping his velvety hardness with spit. He groaned as you pumped him with your closed fist, the clicking noise filling his ears. “So much, Harry,” You rubbed his red tip against your lips, his precum tasting so delightful. “Missed you so much. Love you so much,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You whimpered, “I love sucking your cock,” You said while letting the tip of your tongue trace lightly over his head but he understood anyway. "Love making you feel good,"

“You want more?” You nodded, beginning to cover his mushroom head with your mouth again. “God, yes,” He groaned in relief, tilting his head up as he licked his lips slowly. The fingers in your hair tightened as you pulled off again, licking his base to get it wet, journeying lower to where his balls lay nice and tight. Your mouth puckered as you gently suctioned his balls, prodding your tongue in the middle of the sack that had him curling his toes. You pushed yourself higher, lifting your bum from your heel to gain an advantage to take him down your throat.

“So fuckin’ good,” He lulled, voice deep with lust as he watched you lay your tongue flat on your bottom lip, sheathing him inside your warm mouth over and over again until the heat spread to his upper body, forcing him to sit up and pull his shirt over his head. You moaned at the sight of his chest heaving, the butterfly on his stomach fluttering in anticipation. Your palm flattened against his belly, tapping it twice to let him know that you wanted him to take over. “You sure?”

“Yes, please,” You nodded, pulling your head back. “Open your mouth for me, then,”

You let your jaw go unhinged, sticking your tongue out as the underside of his cock grazed your textured organ, “Fuck, that’s it,” You stared at him with tortured eyes, wanting his hips to go faster but his caring nature wanted you to enjoy it just as much as he was. He shifted his hand to hold the back of your head, raising his hips to shove his cock deeper in your throat, fucking your mouth. He did this for a few more seconds until the wheels on the chair moved farther back, almost causing him to crash on the ground. You grasped his thick thighs in your hands, taking the control back by dipping your head back and forth until you needed to catch your breath.

“‘M about to fuckin’ blow, baby,”

You latched your mouth on his drippy tip, tracing the small veins with your tongue. One hand cradled his balls, rolling them around like a pair of die that simulated the blood flow to a pleasurable extent. Your other hand clutched his base, twisting your hand around it in circular motions while simultaneously going up and down. You suctioned your lips in a tight grip that it almost hurt, making sure that not one part of his dick was left untouched at any moment. “Holy shit, ‘m cumming,”

You doubled your efforts, not caring about the mess that you were leaving on your cheeks, your chin and your chest, even going as far as genuinely moaning at seeing Harry lose himself to the pleasure you were giving him. The noise he released came from within his chest, paired with shouts of your name and a ‘jesus fuck’, his stomach convulsing as his dick practically throbbed in your mouth at the force of his orgasm. His balls pulsing with each stroke of sticky, white cum painting your mouth until he softened between your plump cheeks. You swallowed heavily, using your fingers to catch the few drops that escaped back into your mouth.

“Tastes good?” He panted, watching you walk over to pick up your towel, wiping the excess bodily fluid from your body. You hummed in agreement, drying the tips of your hair off. “So good,”

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eeek

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thedemonstherapist · 4 years ago

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The Colour Of Trust

Summary: To demons, humans are a feast in every literal sense. You make no exception.

Wordcount: ~1000

Pairing: Implicated demon brothers + Barbatos + Diavolo x GN!MC/Reader

Warnings: None to note (if necessary, let me know)

Author’s Note: Popping in from my Hiatus to deliver you this. Not edited nor proofread, just an idea I’ve been working at. Colourful wordvomit.

To demons, human emotions are palpable.

They’re colourful. Bright reds, deep shades of green, melancholic hues of lilac. Dark blue pearls off a figure like drops of water, or glows from under the skin of a palm. There’s sunny yellow, vibrating in the throat. Soft pink, painted along collarbones and shoulders. Humans are a rainbow of every colour, shifting, as a chameleon would, from one to another in seconds, mixing orange with black, brown and blue, grey and purple, silver, green, gold, white, red, pink, becoming something new entirely. They’re always noticeable to a demon’s eye, lavish, alluring, opposing, annoying, pleasing.

They’re tasteful. Happiness dissolves on the tongue, or becomes harder to chew the more you try. Sadness can have so many variations - one time, it’s salty, the next, bitter, then sweet. Generally, the sinful, negative, hurtful, painfilled ones are the most delicious to the demon kind. Jealousy is sour, delightfully so, mingled with anger it becomes an explosive sensation of acidity. Lust tastes overripe, foul with sweetness, dripping down the neck and hips. Wrath is pungent, sometimes wet, sometimes solid, always overwhelming and intense. Greed is addicting, citrousy, never filling, always lacking some edge, something more. Gluttony is the opposite - too much, too much, too much of it all, assaulting the senses, lucious in its entirety. Pride, pride tastes like expense, gnawing on stone or metal, but honeyed. Sloth is familiar, cinnamon and lavender, nostalgia but past that, tart and obnoxious. Smell is often washed away by taste, aligning with it, but barely traceable.

It is rare to be able to hear them. To hear the deep, sonorous bell of blame. The high, melodic song of adoration. The fluttering caution, the whine of grief, the rustling of excitement. Hate is roaring, anxiety ringing, both constantly shifting in pitch. They are so inditing, if you manage to catch them, but most get hidden behind the body’s sounds, heartbeat, breath, gurgling, vibrations, tearing.

Humans are a feast of emotion. Many demons partake in it, lick the sourness off their skin, watch neon pink and green draw lines through faces, listen to quivers, chimes, cries mingle and fade, if they can.

Most learn to control it, to heighten and lower their perception as they please, but it is fundamental, bred into their beings, to see emotion and to act upon it, to lure depending on which shade of colour, taste, smell, sound is most prominent.

So how could they not notice it on you too?

As much as they collectively try to act as though they couldn’t, that they didn't know what rushes through your mind and body at a moment's notice, they’ll inevitably fail. They can’t be human, as much as they would like to be that for you. And their own desires flourish when yours become more obvious, never able to hide.

The problem is, you become addicting the second you allow them to partake in their senses.

It’s difficult to keep their hands away when you visibly crave affection. To not rile you up further when anger flavours the air around you. To reassure instead of patronise you, just to keep watching that beautiful glow of colours shift.

And as to their individual sins - well, that’s a battle they’ve already lost.

Satan loves, indulges in that one type of wrath you feel when nobody listens to you, so fiery, velvet on his tongue. Belphie can never help but tempt you to fall into laziness, just to hear that contented humm of self-blame and undeserved satisfaction. Mammon lusts after that specific shade of yellowish golden that appears in your eyes, and he will do all to bring it forth. Asmo could carelessly sink his fangs into you, if only it meant to taste the sugary syrup that lust brings with it. Levi, usually so shy, would a thousand times show you up, only appeased once bright orange radiates from your veins. Lucifer is consumed by the rhythmic pulse of your overconfidence, even the playful type has a mesmerising melody. Beel would rather run his lips along your cheek, breathe in that delectably heavy, intense aroma, than attend the royal banquet.

And the royals? Diavolo and Barbatos, what flavour, what song, what shade, do they prefer?

Nothing less than your absolute surrender.

That desire doesn’t escape the brothers either - The Lords of Sin, as they are. To see you crumble, falter under it. To give up morality, good will, patience and virtue, to become that royal blue, sickly sweetness, loud buzz as the only thing you are. They want to see you writhe in pain and pleasure together and still crave more. To abandon all to become nothing and everything.

To give them the thing that tastes the best, the thing that made you human.

It hurts to know you’re never safe from that, that you might not be more than dessert to them. That they could snap, become more infatuated with what you can’t control than who you are, bend you to their will with little effort. But still, there is seduction in danger, some deep, dark desire that only rises when fangs get bared, wings flare, tails smack the floor. Loss of restraint, whether by lust or love.

Maybe the reason you stay is not despite it, but because of it. Maybe it’s the reason you give them more than you have to. To allow boundaries to slowly fall, to engage in tiny parts of their desires, then more, then more. The moment you know you could never hide feelings is seperate from when you begin to stop trying to. They are demons, after all, but they’re your friends as well, maybe more.

It’s a mess, of course it is. Nothing stays straightforward and easy. But that’s what makes it beautiful to them - colour, sound, taste, forming to paint you in what you feel, continuously different, never the same.

Always a masterpiece.

You wonder what colour trust has.

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twstlotus · 4 years ago

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Dorm leaders with s/o, who owns a little bakery cafe? They always have a quiet jazz playing on back, while s/o makes coffee/bakery goods for stressed students. And on the unexpected rainy day they stuck in cafe and just have a lovely evening? Headcanons? (If that too much people for you, you can choose your favorite leader!)

i hope you don’t mind that i used my new layout on your request, dear reader! its something i’m simply trying out.

do enjoy.

Riddle Rosehearts

He frequently visits your cafe as a customer and as someone who just wants to visit you. He finds the sweets there pleasant, and just loves seeing you look so happy while you bake! The strawberry tarts you serve are one of his favorite sweets to eat. He’d even say that your bakery skills exceed that of Trey’s!

Riddle finds the music rather pleasant. He’s not a big fan of jazz, but the music compliments your bakery in a nice, relaxing way; especially with how stressed students would flock to your bakery to unwind and partake in your baking!

On a particular day in which a heavy rain poured down, the two of you were stuck in your bakery. It was a bit troublesome that all the chairs outside were wet now and you’d have to dry them off again, but Riddle is all the more willing to help!

The evening had already came which meant that your cafe would be closing soon anyway. So you started to clean up the bakery— putting up chairs, putting the sweets and other food for preservation for the next day, all of that, except for one set of a table and two chairs.

You beckon him to come to you as you step towards the set of chairs and a table. You say to him that you thought it’d be nice to have a couple of snacks while you wait out the rain, all with a tray of strawberry tarts and mont blancs.

Riddle is caught off guard— why, this seems like a date now, doesn’t it? His cheeks darken slightly, but he happily accepts the offer as you two share stories of what happened that day while waiting for the rain to calm down. He seems content the entire time. A small smile tugging on his cheeks at all times, its endearing, just as he finds you as such!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona doesn’t visit you that often. And when he does, its usually because you dragged him there or if he just really wanted to see you. He’s not one for baked foods as he prefers meaty stuff he can chew on thoroughly, but he’s not opposed to taking a few chunks of what you baked.

Incidentally, he also thinks your bakery is a good place to nap in. Other than the occasional angry customer sometimes, and the somewhat boisterous talks of the students (which he believes is misplaced for a peaceful bakery like yours), it’s practically perfect for him; the air isn’t too hot but its not unbearably cold either, the smell of sweet baked goods fills his nose, and most of all, you.

Knowing that you’re around makes him happy, albeit that his pride doesn’t allow him to show much of this side. He always has a lazily half-lidded, eye open, watching you cheerfully serve customers and almost instantly lightening up their moods when you give them your baked goods or coffee. His little herbivore’s a bit of a philanthropist themselves, huh?

When the rain struck down heavy and it was just you two, he found it rather bothersome. He was just coming to pick you up after work and return to his dormitory so he can have some nice cuddle times while the two of you slept, but it seems like the Fates couldn’t allow him to do so. He wasn’t exactly a big fan of the rain either— it was wet, cold, and most of all, loud. He couldn’t sleep while having to listen to the rain pour down so heavily!

...However, this did provide an opportunity for him, the opportunity being nice, guaranteed alone time with you. When he was at the dorm, there would still be Ruggie who would barge in from time to time to notify Leona of his duties, which led him to have to leave you from time to time. Yet here, the bakery was basically closed, and you two were locked in.

He’d spend his time talking with you on the floor, it wasn’t dirty, so he didn’t mind. He knew you kept the place cleaned and tidy. It was rather small talk, but it was a pleasant conversation either way. Leona would lie his head on your lap as you talked about your day, the customers you served, or really, anything. Leona isn’t usually one for idle chat, but he finds your voice soothing to his ears. Later on, the two of you would most likely nap (under Leona’s request that you do with him) while waiting out the rain. What better way than to spend your time with your lover in a state like this? Napping under the rain with him was rather peaceful...and soon, the rain went by as soon as it came.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is happy to see that you’ve started a business yourself, albeit small. It seems like you two have more in common now, doesn’t it? While your bakery is far different than his flashy and elegant Mostro Lounge, he finds your little establishment charming in its own way. He believes music choice suitable— why, he’s the one that picked it out for you of course! Nothing like helping his beloved pearl out of the benevolence of his heart.

He’s a frequent visitor to your bakery, although he doesn’t purchase anything much; he helps you in attracting customers to your bakery. He’s been at this for a year, or more when taking into consideration his middle school years. He’s well acquainted with what draws in customers and what doesn’t, and will advise you on how to improve your bakery, should you need or be able to anyway in return, he may invite you to the Mostro Lounge to dine there for free! Or maybe just a 35% discount...

He finds the fact that you’re locked in a hassle to have to deal with, so he calls Jade and Floyd to help both you and him leave— unfortunately, the twins see this as an opportunity for Azul to initiate some romance between the two and decide to not help him (as well as implying rather..impure innuendoes to their speech about what you two should do while you’re at it).

Azul is a tad befuddled on what he should do, and resorts to simply playing out the situation as normally: being annoyed, yet remaining calm all the way. He’ll chat with you on how your day went and if business was steady. You tell him that while it’s been hectic, business was well-balanced. The money paid by your customers was enough to pay wages to your employees by a fair amount.

He’s happy to hear that your bakery is doing well! The Mostro Lounge is an “established” sort of restaurant-like parlor itself and since it's the lounge of the entire Octavinelle dorm, business was booming from the beginning. It was almost never anything like your little bakery, so he was slightly concerned with it’s payoff.

May occasionally steal a few munches on what you baked without you noticing. Normally, his self-restraint is beyond strong, but the aroma your bakery exuded was stronger than it. Perhaps he can treat himself once in a while, yes? Your baking skills are one that he regards to with respect, after all; and in such adoration!

Kalim Al-Asim

He loves going to your cafe and will visit it whenever he can, why wouldn’t he? There’s you there, and there’s the baked goods you made yourself! (Along with the help of your employees, of course.)

Kalim often brings Jamil to accompany him going to your bakery. His best friend and his lover being in the same room with him makes him happy, and he hopes that you and Jamil are on good terms, too! In fact; since you’re skilled at baking, and Jamil is skilled in cooking, Kalim will propose that he and Jamil would help out in the kitchen! Of course, Kalim has no idea what he’s doing though, but maybe you can help him?

He finds the idea that you’re helping in easing the stress of students through your food as charming. It's sort of altruistic in his own perspective— even if you’re technically getting paid in return, it's still nice to see for him that your food does genuinely have a positive effect on other students to uplift their mood, even if it’s just by a slight percentage.

But when he’s locked in— he’s a little panicked. The one day he gave Jamil a day off is the same day he gets locked in with you, (he doesn’t regret giving Jamil the day off though, he deserves it!) but this doesn’t mean that he’s against this situation as a whole! He uses this time to chat with you more thoroughly, since before you were occupied with customers flocking into your bakery.

He also uses this time to try and get you to teach him in baking, if you want to, of course. He won’t force you to teach him if you were too tired to do so or if you just generally didn’t want to, even if he’ll be a little sad because of it (not to worry, he bounces back fast)— but if you do, then he’ll be ecstatic! There’s no guarantee on how well he does in the kitchen, even with guidance, Jamil has mentioned to you that Kalim once tried to crack an egg open and ended up accidentally mixing in the egg shells with it too, bbut it's a delightful experience for the two of you nonetheless.

The day after you two were locked in, he suggests the idea of starting a cafe made by the two of you. The menu there will be a mix of your baking skills and Kalim’s unique meals from his homeland! Jamil will be there, too, and help out in cooking and other jobs if needed! So, what do you say?

Vil Schoenheit

Vil doesn’t visit you as frequently as the others do because of his busy schedule (being a student while tackling two other jobs isn’t easy..). However, he checks up on you in the restaurant whenever he can; and oftentimes, he’s one of the stressed students you serve.

He finds your bakery a sort of a haven to him, in a way. He’s not one to feel burdened with all the work on top of him, but he does get tired, which is where your bakery comes in. Your baked goods really do help him destress and the atmosphere there is perfect for relaxing in!

May give out tips for the design of your bakery— some decorations here; more color there; the uniforms could maybe be dolled up a tad— that sort of feedback, but please don’t misunderstand his intentions! He believes that your bakery is charming as is and knows you put great effort into the interior designing as well as the uniforms, and the effort does pay off; but giving you advice wouldn’t hurt, no?

Vil’s actually pretty good for business since he attracts students to the bakery just by his mere presence— oftentimes, there will be students from other dorms who ask to say hi to him or may even ask for his autograph. Pomefiore students only say hello to Vil, though, and nothing much more than that (this is what having 5 million followers on MagiCam does, huh?)

When the two of you are locked in, Vil will express annoyance and only ever annoyance. He finds it a hassle to be in such a situation, and pities you slightly; he knows that being a student while also maintaining a job is difficult, and while he himself simply goes along with it, he knows that not everyone can handle such a lifestyle— but the fact that you can still keep up with everything has made you earn his respect, as well as his love.

You spend the evening together simply relaxing, and you even got to play with Vil’s hair and vice versa, as well as talking about your day overall. He offers you your own baked goods for you to munch on as a reward for your hard work, or even cooks for you if you allow him to. He simply just wants to help you destress like you’ve done for him and the other students you served— even if he doesn’t state that reason aloud.

Idia Shroud

He doesn’t visit your bakery often— barely, even. He usually waits for you to return from your job and back into the comfort of his room, to him. While your bakery is rather quaint, he knows how many students may flock in there to destress and he does not at all want to be around other people than you and/or Ortho.

Speaking of which, it's the latter that has to literally drag him out of the dorm sometimes to see you. He states that “Big Brother has to see his lover on his own accord, too—! Not just wait for them to always come back.” which is what motivates Idia to try to even remotely step out of his room and make it to your bakery.

Prefers to video call you whenever you’re at work. He finds it admirable how you’re so willing to help others destress, even if it's just using your food. He’s also rather interested in seeing how you bake (after only cooking instant noodles for most of your life, you would get pretty bored of it, too), so he’s quite curious about the process of it. However, he’ll never ask you to show him how you bake unless if you bring it up first or ask him if he’d like to see it.

The one day— the one day he actually leaves his room and visits your bakery, he gets locked in!? Oh, curse the Fates. He’s visibly distressed by the whole situation and Ortho can’t exactly come to the rescue either since it’s raining heavily, who knows what’ll happen if the poor kid was caught between droplets of rain?

You have to calm him down by physically and verbally consoling him, along with letting him snack on your baked goods. After a while, he calms down, and apologizes for the trouble he caused you. He remains embarrassed about having caused a stir but he’s glad that you’re willing to comfort him.

Eventually, he starts to talk about what games he’s been playing and raves about them. He actually beat one of the most difficult boss battles ever conceived in the game, you know? He’s visibly happy about the achievement and goes on and on about the entire thing. And soon, the hours that the rain seemed to last on for, only seemed like minutes when you were with Idia, who continued to happily note his achievements in the game that he made.

Malleus Draconia

He’s very torn between visiting you and not. On one hand, he’d absolutely love to see you patiently serving your customers, and to see that delighted expression whenever a customer compliments your goods...it’s priceless to him.

And on the other hand, he’s the person that nearly everyone in and outside of the school fears. No matter how much you deny it, he knows he’s bad for business, and it’d be nearly impossible to garner customers when he’s present. He actually visited your bakery once or twice and every customer there then left immediately after he came.

Because of this, he tries to call you instead. He doesn’t call you as frequently as Idia though, since he has no idea what he’s doing with a phone to where Lilia has to help him with adding your number and actually calling you. He checks up on you between shifts he knows you take breaks in as he doesn’t want to disturb you while you’re working.

But when the rain pours down and he’s locked in with you, he doesn’t seem bothered at all. Ironically enough, Malleus finds comfort in the rain. He doesn’t seem to know what it is about the rain that he likes, though.

As for the fact that he’s locked in with you, he’s not too annoyed by it either. In fact, he’s a bit glad that he can spend some time with you in the bakery without the presence and consideration of the people who swarmed this place. But he understands if it's a hassle for you, and will help you in cleaning up the bakery should you need any assistance. He’s also willing to comfort you with your worries about the bakery or rant about some selfish customer. He might not provide the best responses, but he’s there to listen.

Will show his Gao-Gao Dragon-kun the new area. He believes that whatever the screen of the device is facing, Gao-Gao can see it, too! If you allow him, he might try to explore the kitchen to show his friend the area. Speaking of which, he may suggest the idea that you show him how to bake, if you’d like to, of course! He wants to try and surprise bake something for you in return for being so kind and accepting of him, but it might take a few tries for him to understand the process of it all.

#twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #well of the lotus flowers

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sweetwritertanya · 5 years ago

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Wicked Painter

Summary: As an artist, you want to give it a go and try body painting. You decide to ask your boyfriend Taehyung for help.

Warnings: this will be a soft SMUT. Be prepared for erotic body touching, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), size kink (kind of?), deep-throating.

Word Count: 2298

“Still awake?”

“Barely.”

You smile as you keep stroking the paint filled brush across the smooth bare skin of his chest. It was looking so much better than what you had imagined. The clear blue sky, tall green trees with an unhindered view to a waterfall in the middle, all painted on your boyfriend’s torso.

When the idea first popped into your mind, you had only been thinking of trying to paint on yourself. Make use of the expansive skin of your thighs or stomach to test how it would look to paint on them, how different would it be from the canvases you were used to. But you couldn’t get the right position, any movement would smudge the carefully laid paint and ruin your efforts. So, asking your boyfriend to be your canvas for a day seemed like a good idea.

Careful not to touch the painting on his chest, you bent down to peck his thin lips as the feeling of gratitude overwhelmed you again. He was currently laying on his back, on top of an old sheet in your art studio. He was only clad in his blue and black stripped boxers, arms laying a bit further from his sides so as to not smudge the edges of your painting. Black voluminous curly hair framed his well-structured face, the delicate jawline prominent with the cascading natural light from the high windows. Taehyung’s appealing brown eyes hid behind his eyelids, breathing so slow you had to question every few minutes if he was even awake.

Of course, when Taehyung very quickly agreed to help you, it hadn’t occurred to you that he was expecting to try and paint you too. Honestly, it should have been obvious, the boy was curious and enjoyed delving into the arts almost as much as you. It was even one of the reasons you two started talking in the first place.

So, here you were. With one of your boyfriend’s rendition of ‘The Scream’ painted all over the top half of your body while you painted your own work on his. Clothed only by your white panties as well, legs kneeling on each side of his waist as you bent over to paint.

“And…. I’m done!” you proudly say as the final brush was applied.

“Hum, let’s see.”

Taehyung finally opens his prominent eyes, only the slightest to peek at the art on his chest. He had kept his eyes closed the whole time so as to try and guess what it would be just from the feeling of the brushes.

“Not even close” he admits with a low chuckle. He may have not been sleeping, but he was surely drowsy by the glassy look of his eyes and the scratchy tone of his voice.

“Let me go grab the camera!” you say as you get up from his lap and run to the desk where you had a polaroid camera.

“Careful, I wanna take pictures of my painting too!” he exclaims.

You also should have known that, when it came to Taehyung, he wouldn’t just allow you to take pictures of your artwork. You would be taking pictures of him wearing your artwork, basically. For every picture, he would find a new pose and give you one of his looks that send the strangest tickling down your stomach. Truly, you had only intended to take one or two nice photos of his painted chest, but were now on the eleventh photo of a close up of his sculptural face, sassy eyes getting closer and closer to the lens with impish determination.

“My turn, yeah, baby?” he asks in a sensual whisper, just a few inches from your face as he lowers the camera from your eyes and takes it from your hands.

“Sure, Tae” you say with no resistance, entranced by him. No matter how long you were dating, that effect didn’t seem to dissipate.

With a knowing smirk, he moves forward to capture your lips for a sweet short kiss, before moving to stand and gesturing towards the sheet where he had been laying before.

“Lay down for me, Y/N.”

Obeying him, you lay down and look up at him as he starts taking photos of your almost naked body, covered in the paint he decorated it with. There was no embarrassment, no shame, no hesitance. Your chubby self was almost on full display for him and it didn’t bother you one bit. Just like he had put it before, your body was full of natural feminine curves and he had showed time and time again how much he loves them.

He takes just as many if not more pictures than you took of him, changing angles and doing close ups of your painted body. There was an unmistakable underlining sensual tension in the air. Two bodies almost naked, painting each other in turns, using brushes and even fingers across the skin with no sexual intent but being impossible not to react in such a way. It was like an agonizingly slow foreplay.

“You smudged my painting, darling” Tae complained, although there was no real sadness in his voice.

“Really? Where?” You sit up on the sheet and look down your torso to try and see where you ruined his work.

“Right here.” Taehyung places the camera back on top of the table and crouches down next to you, right hand reaching for your breast and thumb rubbing the perked nipple. You shudder and look at him through heavy eyelashes. “But then again, we’ve taken enough pictures, it’s okay to ruin the paintings, don’t you think?”

“Taehyung…” you exhale as your hands crawl up his arms to his shoulders, at the same time he licks his lips before bending down to encapsulate the nipple he was playing with in his warm mouth.

Pushing you slightly, you end up laying down on the old sheet again, eyes closed as Taehyung’s tongue and his big slender fingers tease you to no end. Suctioning on one nipple, he twists the other between his thumb and thumb before pulling it and you are moaning slightly at the jolting feeling it sends down your spine and through your core.

You are running your hands up and down his chest, smudging them where the paint was still wet and not caring one bit, simply adoring the clenching muscles under your fingertips. When he bites slightly on the abused bud, you retaliate by pinching both of his nipples as well, making him release your breast with a hiss.

“Y/N…” His voice feels like a warning and his eyes are incredibly dark, with that sexy stare that made your knees weak.

“Enough teasing, I need you now, Tae” you inform him, grabbing at his back and trying to pull him down to you.

“You’re always so impatient, baby. Let me warm you up first” he says as he leaves small kisses up the side your neck, one hand at the curve of your back and the other groping the flesh of your tits, of your stomach, of your waist.

“Tae, I don’t need-!”

Two things interrupted your sentence. His mouth swallowing your words, lips clambering over yours with a searing fire that had you whimpering, and the cold long fingers that he slipped inside your panties, warming up as he slid them up and down between your folds.

You mewled loudly when his thumb jiggled against the little pearl in little circles at the same time his digits teased your clenching entrance. His tongue took advantage of your sounds to delve deeper, tasting your fruity sweetness with careful languid movements against your own. You had one hand clawing at Taehyung’s bicep while the other scratched down his back slowly.

When he finally plunged his long fingers inside, your fluttering muscles sucked them in as if trying to lock them in place. You squeal at the sensation and Taehyung leaves your lips to start kissing at your ear, pulling your earlobe with his teeth and continue deeper kisses down your neck to the sensitive pulse point he knew so well. At the same time, his fingers stroked your eager walls, sliding in and out in a terrible slow rhythm before your hips thrusted on their own will and he picked up the pace.

His thumb was still playing with your clit, his available hand had moved across your back to grasp your love handles, his mouth was lapping and sucking at the perfect spot on your neck and when he curled those delectable fingers inside you, reaching the flawless position, your body sprung tight with uncontrollable tension before your insides gush your juice into his fingers and you tremble before your body gives in and feels like it’s melting with pleasure.

His lips return to yours, pecking at them as you try to regain coherence, leaving small kisses all over your face before resuming to your smiling lips again.

“Tae?” you call in a breathy voice as soon as you can speak again.

“Hum?” He is brushing his nose against yours, pecking the corners of your mouth with a pleased childlike smile.

“Lay down. I’m returning the favor.”

He doesn’t have much of a say in it as you push him by the shoulders down to the sheet. You straddle his lap as you run your hands up and down his chest, ruining the painting it took hours to do. You bend down to kiss his lips and move slowly down from there, tasting the skin from all the way up of his jawline, down his neck, across his chest and down his tense abdominal muscles. His hands are running up and down your arms, encouraging you alongside the sighs of pleasure he exudes every so often.

Pulling at his boxers, he shakily breaths out your name with his eyes close as his cock springs free. You lick your lips at the big, thick and throbbing lance erect in the air, awaiting your touch. Your remove the boxers all the way down his legs and throw them aside, sprawling your hands around his ankles and slowly moving up his legs, admiring the way he trembles slightly as you get closer and closer to where he wants you.

You first run your fingers around his pubic bone, following the shape of it and avoiding the hardening shaft in the middle of his legs on purpose. When you hear him growl in frustration, fisting the sheet in anticipation, you brush the tip of your fingers all the way from his base to the swollen tip. His hips buck automatically and you smirk. You distract him when you play softly with his ball sack, whimpers leaving his open lips before you take a deep breath and take him all in your mouth, the most it could go before you would start gagging.

He gasps loudly and the skin of his knuckles goes white with how strongly he is clawing at the sheet, throwing his head back and a vein on his neck popping up. His high cheeks are colored and it’s slowly reaching his neck as well. One of his hands move to cradle your cheek in a loving manner, allowing himself to steal a glance at you swallowing his girth before groaning at the visual and throwing his head back again, eyes forcefully closed.

Placing your hands on either side of his hips, trying to keep him stable, you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes as you focus on bopping your head up and down his length. He was big, so any form of oral sex would involve his shaft down your throat. Thankfully, you had gotten quite good at deep-throating.

You keep a tight lock on your lips around his throbbing cock, swirling your tongue every so often and sucking on his tip until he ends up grunting loudly and leaking his seed down your throat.

“Fuck…” he curses when you release him, swallowing the salty cream and cleaning the corners of your mouth with your thumb. “You’re so fucking good at that, darling.”

“Only because you treat me so good as well, Tae” you explain, moving up his body and laying down with your body pressing to his side, resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and the other pulls you by your waist closer.

“I’ll always treat my wicked painter the best she deserves.”

“Wicked painter?” you scrunch your nose up at that. Taehyung simply smiles at your reaction.

“After today, it’s your new nickname” he teases.

“Don’t you dare, Tae!” you warn, smacking him lightly in his chest, looking up at him with frowned eyebrows.

“How about I take my wicked painter home and we can continue this and take a much needed shower after, hum?” He starts to get up, both because he needs to get dressed and drive you both home but also to escape your slapping hands, reaching for him again.

“Don’t try to be slick with it! I do not approve!” You sat up when he got up in time to slap him on his bottom before he got out of reach, but he just chuckles. “I swear, if someone hears you calling me that…!”

“So, you’re okay with me just calling you that in private?” he inquires as he puts his boxers back on.

“No, you can’t call me that ever” you cross your arms defiantly.

“Not gonna work for me, wicked painter. You look too cute when I call you that” he smiles, gathering your clothes and handing them to you, pinching your puffy cheek before continuing to dress himself. “Oh, and by the way, we are totally doing this again. I already have a new idea of what to paint next!”

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supremeuppityone · 4 years ago

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This was created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event @klarolinefallbingo.

Prompt: “You are the treat, sweetheart.”

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It wasn’t the worst heartbreak story Caroline had heard. But it definitely was the worst this season. The angry murder swans were an interesting plot twist though. She wiped down the bar, eyeing the clock before she announced, “Last call, everybody!”

She turned to the adorable drunk resting his head on the wet rings the bottles and glasses had left behind. Klaus had spent the evening raking his fingers through his dirty blonde curls, double-fisting shots and Ward Eights when he wasn’t berating his ex-fiancé. “So, your ex, this...um...something that sounded like ‘tater tot’, walked down the aisle, stood at the altar with you in front of a church stuffed full of your friends and family, and announced that she’s been banging your brother for months and wants to marry him instead.”

He squinted up at her, as though slowing piecing together her words. Letting out an unexpectedly boisterous guffaw, he said, “It was Tatia, actually. But tater tot is considerably more appropriate — often greasy, grows disappointingly cold, and an unpleasant aftertaste.” Fishing around in one pocket, he flashed her a devilish smirk that she would’ve found charming if it wasn’t for the bit of drool as he slurred his words, “Elijah’s welcome to her, but he’ll have to make it official without our grandmother’s ring.” He triumphantly slammed a beautiful antique ring on her bar, the neon lights making the diamonds and pearls twinkle.

Caroline let out a small gasp as she studied the delicate floral pattern the gemstones made. For some reason, she felt ridiculously pleased that Tatia didn’t get her grubby cheater’s hands on such a lovely piece of jewelry. “I know I shouldn’t ask, but morbid curiosity is winning right now. Did your other brother release the angry murder swans as a distraction just so you could steal back the ring?”

“A happy accident, love. Kol thrives on chaos and he nipped out to the reception area to let them out of the paddock just to see what would happen. I took advantage of the riot that ensued once the swans started attacking the outlandish lace train of Tatia’s dress and swiped the ring.” His smile was more of a grimace, but at least he chuckled as he said, “I escaped before I saw the worst of it, but I’ve been told that by the time the swans were under control, Tatia was wearing shredded bits of overpriced lace and feathers, and both she and Elijah were smeared in droppings.”

Giggling, Caroline squeezed another half-lemon into the shaker, adding the grenadine and topping it off with orange juice before pouring it over what was left of the rye whisky in Klaus’ glass. She tossed in a few cherries and winked as she told him, “My treat.”

He threw her what should’ve been a smoldering look, but instead his gray eyes seemed to cross slightly as he slurred, “You are the treat, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond to his clumsy flirting. Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, she couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened. If he had this kind of effect on her now, what was he like sober? Nope, she sternly reminded herself; he’s on the gut-wrenching rebound to end all rebounds and you stopped doing one-night stands after Mr. Hair Gel seemed waaaay more into his brother and you snuck out the bathroom window once it got too squicky.

She kept busy closing out a few more tabs, feeling the need to steamroll past the awkward silence as she cheerfully said, “So, you just hopped on a plane and decided to go on your honeymoon anyway. That’s a level of petty I can support. Mystic Shores is a tiny resort town, but you should find plenty to keep yourself busy. There’s the lighthouse, natural rock bridges, seabird sanctuary...” she trailed off when she saw how his eyes had glazed over. “Plus, lots of white sand beaches you can day drink on while watching the dolphins.”

“I knew I picked this place for a reason.” Klaus gulped down the rest of his drink, grimacing as he told her, “Remind me to teach you how to make a proper Ward Eight, love. It’s positively criminal the rubbish rye you’re peddling.”

She grabbed his empty glass, putting it in the tub under the bar. Snorting, she replied, “Yeah, yeah, just add it to the rest of your complaints about my drinks. Not that it stopped you from slamming them back as fast as I poured them.”

Klaus smirked, rising unsteadily to his feet. “A bartender should understand proper citrus techniques. Zesting citrus in advance may save time, but it dries out the fragrance and flavor you’d otherwise infuse into your drinks.”

Normally, having her bartending skills drunkenly criticized would have Caroline covertly charging an ‘asshat tax’ when she closed out the tab, but there was something about Klaus that made her more amused than angry. She’d stealthily admired his cheekbones most of the evening, and when he occasionally stretched, the muscle definition was undeniable. He wore his classic good looks with casual indifference, but a curious melancholy hung over him despite his snarky wit. There was more than just heartbreak below his surface, and she was curious to know more. Nope. Don’t get involved. It’s not your job to fix broken people.

As he continued to hopelessly fumble with his wallet, she gently pressed her palm to his forearm and said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”

It was the first genuine smile he’d given all night, and he lurched forward, placing a sweet kiss to her knuckles. “You radiate light and beauty. I should’ve known you were are an angel, Caroline.” He stumbled out of the bar before she could speak, cheeks flushed at the way his accented voice lovingly caressed her name.

Caroline busied herself closing up the bar, barely resisting the urge to glance out the front to see if Klaus had managed to operate his ride app correctly. Not your problem. She waved off a few of the locals who invited her to the dunes to watch the sea turtle nests. They’d be hatching soon, but a bubble bath and some bad reality TV sounded much more appealing at the moment.

Lost in her thoughts, she nearly stumbled over Klaus as she took the trash to the dumpster. With a gasp, she knelt beside him, realizing he was snoring loudly and his pockets were turned inside out.

Damn it, Enzo.

“Come on, Klaus, wake up,” she hissed, lightly smacking his cheek.

With a groan of protest, Klaus managed to sit up against the dirty brick wall, mumbling, “Bloody wanker came at me, but I gave him a right show with this,” he cursed, triumphantly waving around a fist.

She helped him up, muttering under her breath, “Nice work. Although it looks like he still snagged your wallet and ring.” At his crestfallen expression, she hurriedly reassured him, “But don’t worry! I’ll give Enzo a call and we’ll fix it, I promise.”

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When she heard the loud thump followed by an impressive string of cursing, Caroline knew Klaus finally was awake. It was the first time she’d let a drunk stay on her couch who wasn’t a local, but he was far too out of it to be a threat last night. Plus, her bartending over the years had given her an almost infallible bullshit meter. Klaus wasn’t dangerous. Just dangerously sexy. She rolled her eyes at that thought.

She’d given Enzo an earful last night for not keeping a closer watch on his crew. When he dropped off Klaus’ stuff, he gave Caroline a saucy little wink and teased, “My apologies, gorgeous. I didn’t know my mates rolled your tourist fluff.”

“Seriously?! It’s not like that — he’s just going through a rough time with his fiancé leaving him at the altar for his brother, and he doesn’t deserve getting his stuff stolen.”

Enzo whistled, a rare look of sympathy flashing in his dark eyes. “Bollocks. No wonder he went after Jeremy like a man possessed. Gave him one hell of a shiner too — it’s my new wallpaper on my phone.”

Klaus stumbled into her kitchen, looking just as adorably rumpled as he did last night. Curse her weakness for complete disasters. He squinted at the sunlight pouring in from her open windows, and winced at the cheerful whirring and hissing of her espresso machine. “Caroline?”

She blushed to the roots of her hair, ridiculously pleased that he remembered her name. “Good morning, Klaus.” She slid the cup and saucer toward him. “It’s a double shot — I figured you could use it.”

He blinked, taking a sip as he said gratefully, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome. Um, so you probably don’t remember much from last night, but after I found you passed out in the alley, you kept muttering you were staying at a bed and breakfast. Which isn’t helpful when there’s one on almost every corner in this town. So, I let you crash here instead.”

Klaus gave her a small smile, rubbing his forehead as he muttered, “It’s a sad commentary on my life that I’ve been in the presence of friends and family this past week and the most kindness I’ve been shown has been from a stranger.”

“We’re not strangers,” Caroline protested with a gentle smile. “We’re just friends who haven’t finished bonding.” As she refilled his cup, she winked, “And when it’s my turn, I’m counting on you to have a very generous pour when I get left at the altar.”

He suddenly froze, rapidly patting at his pockets, and she quickly said, “Hey, no, it’s okay! I got your stuff back.” She reached into the drawer between them, pulling out his wallet and carefully setting his grandmother’s ring on top of it. “See? I told you I’d fix it.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, he pocketed his belongings, telling her, “You’re amazing, love. An angel, just as I suspected.” His gaze suddenly turned shrewd as he studied her, “You know the thief.”

“Yes. I have a friend who runs a crew that robs tourists that look like they can afford it.” At his frown, Caroline felt the absurd need to make Klaus understand. “Work here is seasonal at best for a lot of us, and Enzo kind of redistributes wealth when he can.” She held her breath, waiting for his judgement. He had swans at his almost-wedding, for fuck’s sake. His type was definitely Enzo’s favorite target.

Klaus let out an unexpected chuckle, telling her, “We should hope your friend never meets Kol. When we were in school, he set up an underground sports betting pool with the faculty and most of the staff.” Shaking his curly head in bemusement, he added, “Kol had teachers giving him passing grades just to pay off their gambling debts.”

She burst out laughing, wiping away tears as she imagined the crazy shenanigans Enzo and Kol would get into. That’s not going to happen. Klaus is on vacation, remember? His ruined honeymoon. Her smile was overly bright as she started pulling containers from the refrigerator, explaining, “My friend Matt runs the cafe down the road. I wasn’t sure what your go-to hangover food was, so I got you mine — butter biscuits and spicy sausage gravy, vanilla custard French toast, and orange juice.”

“You’ve spoiled me, sweetheart. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to repay all the kindness you’ve shown me.”

She did her best not to blush at the intensity of his gaze as he helped her set the table. They ate in companionable silence, listening to the small town slowly come to life on the street below. She waited until Old Man Gilbert’s noisy pontoon boat left the docks for the morning dolphin tour, and once the street was back to a manageable hum, she tentatively said, “Listen, I don’t know what you’re planning to do when you get back home, or if you’ve even allowed yourself to think that far ahead, but I wanted to offer you some advice.”

When he raised an intrigued eyebrow, but didn’t comment, she blurted out, “Go crazy. This is one of those moments where you can change whatever boring, expected path you’d planned out. Invite a little chaos into your life — do something wild and unexpected.”

The sudden press of Klaus’ lips to hers was just as thrilling as she’d imagined. He had her up against the cabinets with a resounding thud that seemed to fuel their frenzied kisses. The feel of his stubble against her neck was spicy-sweet pain that made her groan. Emboldened by her reaction, he dipped his head lower, running his tongue along her collarbone as he palmed her breast.

Caroline reached between them, rubbing the outline of his erection with a satisfied hum. It had been far too long since someone made her skin sing. He wanted her. And yesterday he wanted someone else. That thought alone jerked her out of their pleasurable haze. Placing a palm on his chest, she gently pushed him back, her words a bit jumbled as she panted, “That was...I mean...but we shouldn’t...”

Klaus’ cheeks were flushed as he smirked, “You advised me to do something wild and unexpected, sweetheart.”

She snorted, “Seriously? That was totally expected.” Her tone grew serious as she told him, “Klaus, you’re going through something huge right now and I’m not looking to be someone’s detour on the way back to their life.”

“You aren’t a detour — you’re a destination,” he replied. “But you’re probably right — I’ve had a bloody awful time of it. I need to get myself sorted.”

The determination on his face gave her hope; Klaus would be ok.

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Four months later, Caroline was loading up the pushcart with kegs for that evening’s tasting room event when Enzo strolled into the supply room, wearing his serious brows. She hadn’t seen those since she’d dropped Klaus off at the airport and then sulked on Enzo’s couch for days. He’d argued that she was being stubborn and should go track Klaus down. But she didn’t want to get in the middle of his left-at-the-altar-for-his-brother drama. She refused to be someone’s second choice.

“For fuck’s sake, what is it,” she asked in exasperation, wiping the sweat at her temples with the bottom of her old t-shirt.

Frowning, he jerked his head toward the street, telling her, “Looks like some competition has moved in, gorgeous.” At her skeptical expression, he pulled her outside, pointing to a sign that proclaimed ‘A Little Chaos’ was opening soon. It looked like a bar. Right across the street from her bar. Frowning, she quickly made her way over, blinking in disbelief as she came face-to-face with a familiar devilish smirk.

“Caroline! I was just on my way to see you,” Klaus greeted her, that knowing smile making her blush despite her anger.

“You’re opening a bar. Across from my bar,” she said flatly, eyeing the exquisite, hand-lettered gold leaf sign that probably cost more than her rent. “A hipster bar,” she added, wrinkling her nose.

He chuckled as he lightly corrected her, “A speakeasy. I’ll be able to show this town how to make a proper Ward Eight.” With an impish wink, he reminded her, “Someone told me to invite a little chaos into my life. I decided to take her advice.”

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in-my-jamiebower-era · 4 years ago

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Adore you. Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You’re a pouge and Rafe is a Kook. This relationship will never work, that’s why you hide it.

Warnings: A few curse words, implied smut, and probably grammatical errors.

Words: 4,500 on the dot!

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You’re a pogue. You live on the cut. You work at the wreck. You hang out with John b, JJ, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah. Although Kiara was your best friend. You had known her the longest. Pogues and Kooks aren’t supposed to be friends, much less associate with each other. Although, Kie and Sarah were different. They both proved they weren’t snobs and they definitely knew how to have a good time.

You really didn’t go to Kie’s house a lot but you did go to the Cameron’s sometimes. Sarah insisted that you and Kie came over today to help her pick out a hairstyle for midsummers. They both were Kooks so of course they were going, but you were a Pouge. That meant you’d either be working the event or not going at all.

All three of you were up in Sarah’s room talking of various hairstyles and makeup plans. They both weren’t excited about the event but to tell the truth that’s all you had dreamt of since a little kid. All you wanted was to be invited to that party, wear a nice dress, and dance as though you would never again. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard Kie and Sarah bickering on which flower crown to wear. That’s when you said, “Hey guys I’m going to go get something to drink from downstairs, I’ll be right back.” They both nodded and went back to dealing with the crown.

As you were grabbing a can of cherry coke your hand slipped from wetness and dropped it. Then out of nowhere appeared Mr. Rafe Cameron. He grabbed it for you and said “next time try to be more careful” then he gave you a cocky wink. You blushed at his comment. He could obviously see the effect he had on you so he said “you’re adorable when you blush.” He definitely knew how to get you going. So you lent over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He then deepened the kiss.

Walk-in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

The truth is you and Rafe had been secretly dating for 6 months. You both knew how your friends would feel about it so you decided to keep it to yourself. Thing is you saw something different in Rafe. You weren’t exactly sure when you started crushing on him. Maybe it was when you would see him coming out of the water, glistening. Maybe it was when you found him one night I’m a rage and helped calm him down.

Just so happened one night at a boneyard party Rafe found you all alone sitting on a log, watching the stars. You remember the conversation so vividly “hey y/n what are you doing out here all alone?” You glumly replied, “Oh you know just living it up.” The conversation went on for a while until there was a comfortable silence. Although you believe that comfortable silence was so overrated.

You really weren’t the type to be brave and do something so daring, but at the moment it just felt right. You all of the sudden grabbed him from the back of his neck and attached your lips to his.

“Shit, Rafe I’m so sorry. It’s just I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system or it just feels right. I really don’t want to ruin our friendship and I hope this doesn’t make anything weird. I know you look at me like a Pouge. I thought maybe if I did it you would feel the same way. I know it’s completely stupid and I’m so sorry.” He had a little smile playing on his lips. Then he replied, “just shut up and kiss me again.”

It felt like electricity coursing through your veins. It felt like butterflies were swarming your stomach. He grabbed around your waist to pull you in more. You gently tugged at the end of the hair, which in response he let out an almost silent moan.

When you both pulled away, you were panting, instantly want more. “So I can’t help but noticed that you kissed me back. Does that mean you feel the same way about me?” He was trying to catch his breath. He finally was able to say “I’ve felt the same way since that day you comforted me after my dad was on my case.” You were incredibly happy but at the same time wondered why hadn’t he just said something.

“Y/N, your eyes are beautiful. Every time I see them I get so lost in them.” You started to blush with butterflies forming in your stomach, once again. He lifted his thumb to his lip and gently wiped “strawberry lipstick, you should wear it more often. So every time I kiss you, it will taste this sweet.”

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

You were immediately startled when Sarah came into the kitchen. How long had you been thinking about that night at the boneyard? Suddenly she ran and gave you the biggest hug with Kie right behind her. They both were screaming nonsense. “SARAH CAMERON AND KIARRA CARRERA, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT!!?” They both looked at you with wide grins and Kie said “How would you like to go to midsummers with me.”

You couldn’t trust your voice, so you started nodding profusely. You all started screaming practically bursting your own eardrums. Wait. Rafe. You quickly glanced around to see him sitting there with the biggest smirk on his face. You couldn’t tell what it was for but you knew he was excited for you.

They both half screamed and half cried about going shopping. Seeing as though midsummers was in a few days. “Come on Y/N, now it’s time we pick out your hairstyle.” Oh God, you were not prepared for this. You told the girls you would head up in a second.

As soon as they left, Rafe was at your side. He held you in a tight hug that let you know he was very excited for you. You couldn’t help feeling a little bit sad that you weren’t going to midsummers with Rafe but you weren’t going to complain. “Y/N, I’m really happy for you baby. I know you’re going to be absolutely gorgeous, per usual.” You knew Rafe could read you like a book so he could sense a little disappointment from you.

“Listen to me Y/N, I know that it’s hard with me being a Kook and you being a Pogue. I know people say that the two sides shouldn’t be together but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do. At any moment you could leave me. I know that I’m not as good as you. You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know that you mean more than you will ever know to me.”

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You kissed him on the nose. “Rafe, I care for you so much, and I feel the same way about you. I’m not going to leave you, baby, I-“ You were then interrupted by Sarah screaming your name. “I’m coming SARAH!” You kissed him in his forehead and told him it was going to be okay, and with that, you went up to the middle Cameron’s room.

Kie had a curling iron in her hair and told you to sit down. “So Y/N, I think we should go shopping later tonight because midsummers are tomorrow.” WHAT? You had thought it was in a few days, not tomorrow. You quickly replied “What are we doing just sitting here, there’s no time to do hair. I need a dress!!” You definitely had some money from working at the wreck. You knew you would need it for something special, this was definitely that occasion.

You slipped on your brown and navy sandals, screaming a Kie and Sarah to hurry the hell up. Rafe was on the couch scrolling through his phone, when he saw you he shot you a wink. Sarah and Kie grabbed their things and you all were out the door.

When you arrived at the first store it looked so surreal. There were diamonds and pearls everywhere. In the corners, there were long luxurious dresses. Nothing really stuck out to you but it was smart to try on dresses to get an idea of what you want. By the 5th store, you all were exhausted but Sarah insisted you tried on a long red dress with a slit on the left. When you zipped it up, you turned around and saw yourself in the dress. You were beautiful. You stepped out for the girl to see and they were ecstatic. That was the one.

On your way home you guys saw a thin red flower crown with a hint of green. You decided you would borrow Sarah’s gold heels. The outfit you picked was beautiful and you silently cheered knowing Rafe would see you.

You remember the first time you and Rafe almost got caught with each other. Rafe had texted you and told you to sneak over through his window. You had successfully made it but he had an unexpected visit from Kelce. So you hid in his closet trying to be as silent as possible while Kelce talked about some girl he fucked. At that moment you wished you were anywhere but there. When he finally left, after what felt like hours you just wanted to cuddle.

You laid on his chest, while he rubbed small circles on your back. Then he went into a rant of “he wouldn’t care if you guys got caught” and “he would walk through hell just to be with you” or “I adore you so much, baby girl.” You knew he was saying this because you had to hide in a closet for hours. You kissed his nose and said, “baby it’s fine, I made it out alive.”

Your wonder under summer skies

Brown skin and lemon over ice

Would you believe it?

When you, Sarah, and Kie arrived at the Cameron’s you guys were exhausted. Kie took off and said his parents needed her home. Then it was your turn to depart “by Sarah, I’ll see you tomorrow at MIDSUMMERS.” She elbowed you in the stomach. As you were walking out the door Rafe came out of nowhere and offered you a ride home. You gave him a confused look but agreed. Sarah of course thought nothing of it.

When you guys got in the car you said “Rafe, what if Sarah found out.” You knew that she probably hadn’t but it still crossed your mind. You were so deep in thought about everything that happened today, you didn’t realize the car had stopped. Wait...this wasn’t your house. “Rafe, what are we doing at the beach?” He grabbed your hand and happily said “thought we could spend some time together.” God, he was absolutely adorable.

As you ran out of the car to a place that looked secluded, Rafe let the moment sink in. You were really his. You looked beautiful under the sunset of the summer sky. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky or why he was blessed with you. His thoughts were soon gone when you screamed “HURRY UP RAFE, YOU’RE SO SLOW.”

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you something

Lately, you've been on my mind

When he finally found his way to the rock you were sitting on he said “Y/N, I need to talk to you about something.” He thought this was the perfect opportunity to pull a little prank on you. You looked at him with adoration in your eyes then suddenly they turned dark when he said the words “I’m back on coke, I relapsed.” You thought he was joking at first but this is something you guys don’t joke about.

Before you and Rafe were dating you knew he did coke. You knew that it was a daily occurrence. Everyone could see it destroying his life. It mentally hurt you to see him like that so one day you told him to decide between you and coke. That day he stopped, he’s been sober for 4 months. You told him if he ever went back to coke you were leaving him because it took a toll on you. It depressed you to see him like that all the time. All of a sudden your ears were ringing, you started to see red.

You started to talk then paused to keep composure. “Did you do it willingly?” He responded with “I’ve been doing it for a while, I’ve been visiting Barry and getting it from him. He was laughing so hard on the inside while your heart was breaking. You started to cry and sob because you knew he had just ruined the relationship. “Y/N! IM KIDDING, THIS WAS PRANK.”

You looked him in the eyes and replied “You’re disgusting, Rafe Cameron.” You hurriedly got your bags from his car and started walking to your parent's home.

“Y/N, please. Wait. I just wanted to play a little joke on you. I didn’t mean any harm.” You were relieved it was a prank but you were furious. It had caused you so much pain before. You didn’t want to see him or talk to him. “Rafe if you care about me, you will leave me the hell alone this instant. With that, he drove away. He fucked up bad and he knew it.

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You went home and furiously slammed the door to your room and started sobbing. How could he pull a joke on you like that? Maybe you were overreacting a little but when he was on coke it killed you on the inside. You had seen your boyfriend slowly killing himself. Even if I was just an innocent little prank it still brought back memories. These memories were the ones you wish you could forget.

Your phone started buzzing in your pocket. You knew who it was but you couldn’t talk to him, not right now. You sent it to voicemail and he called back 1...2..3..4..5..6 times. You just decided to shut off your phone and take a shower. When the heat of the shower hit your back it instantly soothed you. You took about 30 mins just to relax, then you got out and did your nightly routine. You curled up in your bed and finally turned your phone back on.

You were in shock there were tons of missed calls and texts from Rafe. There were only a few texts from the rest of the Pogue group chat. When you went to Sarah’s messages it said “hey, did something happen with you and Rafe because he’s been a crying mess since he got home.” You instantly replied, “nothing I can think of.” It hurt you that you made him feel that way but it wasn’t your fault. He really hit a memory inside that you wished to forget. You decided it was best to call him back.

You called and the phone rang for half a second before he was on the line. Y/N? His voice cracked, he sounded like he had been crying for hours. “Yeah, Rafe it’s me.” You could hear him exhale on the other side of the phone in relief.

“Listen, baby, I’m so sorry for pulling that stupid joke on you. I really didn’t mean any harm. I know that something that I’m not supposed to joke about and I don’t know why I did it. I know the mental toll it took and you. I felt so bad knowing that you were at home sobbing your heart out and I couldn’t hold you. Y/N, please I would do anything to make you stop hurting. Please forgive me? I swear I’ll be more careful.”

You sighed knowing he had no bad intentions. “Yeah Rafe, I forgive you. Just please don’t even joke with me like that again. You know that broke me into pieces.” He replied, “I promise, I promise, I will never ever do that to you ever again.”

Then he said “so can I come over because I still feel bad and I really want to see you.”

You thought this was the perfect time to tease him, “you can see me tomorrow when I come over to your house to get ready for midsummers.”

He huffed in annoyance, “but I want to see you now!!”

“Byeeee Rafe, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Then you hung up on him. You could imagine his face at that moment, shocked but wanting more. It was late so you decided to go to bed, trying to contain your excitement for tomorrow.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. There were only a few people it could be but you secretly hoped it was the eldest Cameron sibling. Nope, it was actually the middle Cameron sibling. You saw a text from her that said “Get your lazy ass over here, we’ve got midsummers to get ready for.” You groaned, eyes still puffy from crying last night. So you got up brushed your teeth and got dressed. You grabbed your bags from yesterday then headed to the Cameron’s.

You dang the doorbell several times and you heard Rafe holler, “I’m coming, chill out.” He definitely didn’t know it was you, he probably assumed it was Kie or something. When he opened the door his face went into a frown. He sees your puffy eyes and palish face from crying. You gave him a small smile and you were about to say something but Sarah came to the door and dragged you upstairs.

She had her hair done and she makes up done. She looked absolutely gorgeous. You always wanted to be as beautiful as the Kook princess. She told you countless times you were soooo pretty but you were just very insecure. “Okay, so how should I do your hair?” I think just leave it down and straighten it. So you went and took another shower, you made sure to moisturize and all that good stuff.

Sarah sat you down at her vanity and started blow-drying your hair. After she was done with that she plugged up the flat iron. She suspiciously went and closed her door then she said “Y/N we need to talk.” Oh God, not that sentence again.

“So what’s going on between you and my brother.” You practically choked on your spit and said “what do you mean.” She looked at you with knowing eyes while continuing to do your hair.

“Y/N, I’m not stupid. I see the glances you give each other. I hear him talk to you on the phone, all the time! He was crying last night and this morning you show up with puffy eyes! I’d rather you tell me then lie to me about it.” She had an expression you couldn’t read at the moment.

“Okay Sarah, you want to know? Rafe and I have been seeing each other for a few months.” Her mouth dropped. Then she put on a little cocky smile of hers.

She screamed “I KNEW IT!! I mean I didn’t know it but I did know it. Y/N, if you really care about him then I’m not mad. I don’t know why in hell you would want to be with him but that’s your choice. I’m really happy for you.” You got up and hugged her really hard. She was so sweet. You muttered, “Sarah you are amazing.”

You decided you wanted a snack before you got your make up done. So you and Sarah went downstairs and you decided to get an apple. You saw Rafe sitting at the bar, so you decided it would be the perfect time to get him back for his “prank.” You made sure Sarah was in the room then you went up to him and kissed him. He didn’t push you away, he only deepened the kiss.

You pulled away and said, “you know your sister is right there, right?” He glanced at her and said back “I really didn’t care, if you wanted to kiss then we were going to kiss.”

Sarah eyed both of you and said “hey, just because I know doesn’t mean you two can get all lovey-dovey. I going to go and give you guys a minute. Y/N come upstairs when you’re done.” She then went back upstairs.

Rafe looked at you and said, “so you told her?”

“No, I didn’t, you’re just not good at hiding us.” He elbowed you then you giggled.

His face went serious. He looked at you for a second then said “I’m so sorry for what I did yesterday. I felt horrible. I thought you were going to break up with me, even though you should’ve. I really shouldn’t have done that. It hurt me so bad to know you were crying and I couldn’t comfort you.”

You looked at him with testy eyes and said “it’s okay baby.” He got up and hugged you so tight.

He wasn’t letting go so you had to say “alright I’m going to let Sarah do my make up now. I’m going to get dressed.” He gave you a kiss and then you were off to go.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

Before you knew it you were dressed and people were arriving at the house. You weren’t going to lie, you looked really good. Kie suddenly swung open the door to Sarah’s room. She saw you and her jaw dropped, “wowww my date looks hot.” You giggled and grabbed Kie’s hand.

You both walked over to where Pope was working and decided to chat. People were staring at you and it made you uncomfortable. Although there was nothing you could do so you just decided to have a good time. You heard applause and you turned around to see what all the commotion was about. Then you saw him.

He was with the rest of his family, he looked miserable. Then your eyes met and his face visibly heated up. He had a baby blue suit on, he cleaned up really nice. To be honest the entire Cameron family looked like they were out of a photoshoot. You gave Rafe a small smile and he was blushing, it was obvious the effect you had on him.

Ward gave a small speech then the Cameron family went all separate ways. Topper and Sarah were arguing about something. Pope and JJ were working. Kie was with her mother and father talking of God knows what. Then it was just you. You gasped when you felt someone come up behind you and say “want to dance.” It was Rafe.

“Rafe, you know we can’t dance. People will find out about us.”

He looked at you with a small smile and said “maybe I want them to know.” You eyed him suspiciously then you decided he had no alternative motive. Well, it was time. He took your hand and you both walked over the dance floor. Your hands were around his neck and he had him on your waist.

“Rafe...people are staring at me.” You said quietly. He leaned down and whispered in your ear “Well let them stare, you’re beautiful.” Then he kissed the top of your head.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

After a few dances, you decided it was time to go back to your seat. Kie rushed to your side “so that’s new?” Then Sarah replied, “no it’s not, it’s been going on for about 4 months.”

You turned to her and said, “actually about 6.” They both looked at you shocked. Kie had a blank expression and she looked at you and said “why him?” You knew that was a loaded question. There were so many reasons you chose him. Maybe it was that he was a generally kind person once you got to know him. Maybe it was the fact that when your asleep he talks to you, but you just pretend you’re asleep. Perhaps it was the way he changed when he met you. He no longer bothered the Pogues, he was off the coke, and he learned to control his hot head.

There was only one thing that could possibly explain it “I chose him because I love him.” You smiled there way. They looked at you with a startled expression, then behind you with a startled expression. They both snickered, then ran off. You stood up and turned around and Rafe was standing there with a startled expression. “Shit” was all you muttered.

“Y/N, you love me?” You muttered sheepishly “yeah I do”

Oh, honey

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

“Y/N, I think. NO. I know I love you too” You gave him the biggest smile. You lent in and kissed him, people started staring. There were oohs and ahhs, some even gasped. He whispered in your ear “want to get out of here?” You smiled and gave him a yes. He took your hand and you both headed towards the beach.

He could tell you were having a hard time walking with your dress and all so he grabbed your bridal style. You both settled on a pier looking over the water.

You were watching the water but you could tell her was staring at you. Then he said, “I hope our kids never have to hide their love.” Wait did he just say, kids?

You turned and looked at him “our kids?”

He looked at you sheepishly and said “yes I want kids, do you?” You leaped up and attacked him with hugs and kisses. That was a definite yes. “I love you Rafe.” he smiled into your lips and said, “I love you too baby.”

He truly adored every piece of you.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Because Its The Truth

Its the day of the party and Clark makes himself clear.

Masterlist

Warnings: mild/implied Smut, Swearing ,Bit of Angst

A/n:so this is the next part of my Clark kent X reader series the next one is going to be smutty but until then here you go guys I hope you all enjoy xx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters

Because Its The Truth

You whined sprawled out across the sofa below Clark, his hips snug against your own as he wriggled his way between your thighs, a spot that he had become accustom to the past week slipping himself here when ever he got the chance, he tugged your thighs high on his hips rocking lightly making sure your core was pressed down firmly on the under side of his cock pinning it back to his pelvis then he pivoted his hips rubbing back and forth as he leaned forward dotting kisses on the dark marks he had left across your neck you counted as he did. Five. Five fucking love bites all in various shades of blue and violet you sighed already knowing he was reiterating his claim giving small nips and sucks on the ones he deemed to subtle you pouted at him slapping his back tilting and wriggling trying to get away you stopped moving grunting a Little as his thick throbbing cock pressed tight against your quivering hole, he pressed harder grinding moaning feeling the heat warm the underneath of him you felt like you were melting onto him. He smiled leaning forward again to bite at you lightly, you laughed still batting him away.

"Nooo Clark don't I've got to cover them soon!" He laughed pinning your hands down the gave one final deep suck making you hiss at the slight pain.

"Cover them? Why maybe I wanted people to see." You glared at him

"No not this many I'm gonna look like a slag" he tilted his head blinking he didn't understand you sighed bloody American

"A whore Clark an easy lay" he gave a little ah then shook his head"They wont think that, they will think your loved, irresistible" he growled diving in again you giggled squealing

"No nono! Clark you big lump stop!" He stopped pulling away smirking as you shook your head at him he moved in fast capturing your lips releasing your hands as you tilted your had back as he kissed you deep and slow still rocking against you making you clench and shiver you pulled back moaning for him trying to grind faster on him.

"Fuck Cl-Clark! Please don't stop! Ah!" He chuckled

"Besides how can you be an easy lay if I haven't fucked you yet?" You groaned as he slowed his hips pressing hard letting you feel how hard he was, moving his hands to your waist pulling up the t shirt you wore tugging it over your head as you undid the buttons on his shirt dragging it across his shoulders you bit your lip as he leaned back letting you have your fill of him, you trembled eyes wandering across him, his pale skin stretched across bulging muscles you couldn't believe the first time you laid eyes on him, it was absolute perfection a Greek god come to life, you swallowed as he pulled himself back on top of you letting his weight hold you down as he wound a hand behind you unhooking your bra then slid it off quickly, you flushed covering yourself only earning you a soft look as he moved forward kissing you again lightly then he ran his hands under your bust warming your ribs with his palms then delicately cupped the underside of your boobs smoothing the pads of his fingers across them lightly, you could feel your nipples harden beneath your on palms gently he coaxed them away groaning as he finally thumbed the hard peaks, you panted squirming as he moved on to pinching them, then pressed your hands away fully moving down to kiss them lapping at them suckling, you arched into his mouth as one hand trailed down slipping below the waist band of your leggings smoothing his hand flat cupping your mound rubbing back and forth digging one finger just past your lips wetting your panties making it seep threw the material you moaned feeling him press harder and harder to you unable to stop your walls clenching. he pulled away licking his finger clean moaning loud.

"Fuck you taste amazing, ugh god I was going to wait until after tonight but I don't think I can" with that being said he scooped you up making you giggle as he carried you to the bedroom dropping you on the bed.

"Clark! We don't have time! I have an hour and that's not enough time for anyone" he stood hands already tugging his pants down kicking them off behind him leaving him just in his boxers before e leaned over you hooking his fingers in the hips of your leggings slipping them off quickly.

"Clark! OH MY GOD-AH!" you laughed loud rolling on your side avoiding him as he tried to trap you below him, you scrabbled on your front trying to crawl up the bed away from him laughing all the time he followed laying across you sliding you down the bed below him lining them up with his caging you below him kissing your shoulder blade, you twisted your head back leaning up kissing under his jaw, then licking below his ear nipped him sucking a little, he grunted thrusting forward anchoring your hips to his with an arm below your waist. you smiled against his neck moving low leaning your weight on your shoulders the side of your head on the bed looking up at him biting your lip and rubbed your ass against his erection, he jerked forward into your ass slamming his hand down by your shoulder tucking his chin to his chest grunting his cock was twitching and throbbing hard and sore wanting nothing more then to impale you, and fuck you thoroughly.

"Fuuuck! Oh-OH god shit babe THa-AH" he panted in your ear as you whined below him grinding on him trying to chase your own orgasm. You growled it wasn't enough.

"Claaaarrk please, please I want- I cant!" he smiled knowing what you meant.

"I know Honey, but you did say we don't have time, maybe your right" you whined you and your big mouth he pulled back placing one last kiss on your nipple sucking harshly then blew cool air onto it, you squirmed

"Clark stoooop teasing me!" He laughed leaning back hands up in the air

"Alright alright love I'm sorry....Come on we should start getting ready, not time to lay about y/n your going to make us late-ow!" you scowled at him as he sent you a cheeky grin rubbing the spot you just smacked, he smirked and helped you up. You pondered on this past week as he took a shower ,the last week has been a dream your relationship with Clark had blossomed it was amazing a new date every night each as good as the first if not better and each one came with another steamy make out session that seemed to get hotter every time you came together a clash of teeth and tongue always ending with you both panting and blushing ,tho you hadn't had sex yet both of you knew it was coming, you were just waiting for the other to make the final move,you'd had had a little strop about him littering you with love bites lets just say they didn't stop on your neck... you sighed looking over to your bag you were a little sad to be returning home tomorrow night, but before that was the party tonight he finally came out of the bathroom you up you made your way to the door passing him he looked, trying to peek at your dress but you twisted tucking your dress over your arm hands clutching your hair and make up bags.

"Ah ah Mr Kent this is a surprise, its the first time your seeing me all dolled up and I want it to blow you away" he scoffed waving his hand over his crotch with a smirk

"Blow away babe" you slapped out at him playfully grunting when he dodged laughing you smiled shaking your head closing the door behind him, contrary to what you'd thought when you met he was a little shit deep down, kind caring and lovable but a cheeky little shit none the less. You sighed hopping into the shower keeping your hair out of the spray needing it to be a little dirty for your planned style once clean you decided to get started hair and make up first. It wasn't long before you had created a vintage up do a poodle style high in the back and one large defined roll in the front with a black chiffon scarf covering below the curls at the back tied in a large mini mouse style bow just behind the roll of center, your make up was simple having freckles meant you couldn't really go all out with foundation and stuff so settled for a deep red matte lipstick and dramatic cat eye liner then touched up your brows you had found a nail bar in town when shopping with Clark a few days ago had dragged him in, him getting him his first ever manicure it was funny watching him flinch at some of the tools they had let him stay next to you as you had yours done he seemed fascinated watching as you got a set of claws done just for tonight....well not claws but they were red almond shaped false nails, which he was against at first saying you didn't need them but had changed his mind when you'd gave him back scratches that night which had become a nightly ritual him laying across your lap watching tv as you traced random patterns across his mouth watering back, how you haven't drooled over him you'll never know but it was his new favorite pass time and he had fallen asleep a few times. Finally it was time for your dress. It was a bright red pencil dress with tiny white polka dots, ruffled bardot shoulder sleeves that swooped into a flattering sweet heart neckline that showed off your generous bust there was a thick matching belt at your waist showing off your natural hourglass figure. The dress was appropriately named Rhonda's revenge and you adored it, quickly you added your string of pearls and matching earrings then slid on your patent red leather kitten heel sling backs. With one last look you grunted seeing the dark marks he had left you sighed using your yellow color corrector and foundation leaving two on the left side of your neck, one was just below your ear the other where your neck and shoulder met there was one last one just peeking over the bust of the dress, you clicked you tongue and slammed open the door.

"Kent you little shit!!" He jumped spinning around then gulped...Holy fuck you looked hot, his cock immediately stood to attention straining against the tight pants he'd wore with the sole intention of enticing you .

"I-I wha- yes? Wow you look mmm" he growled walking around the bed closing the distance in three strides. You stopped his approach with one pointed nail poised at his chest he stopped gulping still wide eyed .

"Look at this!" he smirked

"I am and I must say its stunning and I cant wait to have a piece" you flushed a little but composed yourself quickly

"No I mean this you tit!" You pointed to the love bite peaking over the top of your dress. He smiled at you grasping your finger placing a tiny peck on the end of it

"And if you would direct your eyes here you will see your not the only one" as he said that he moved your finger to point at the light love bite just below his right ear. You gasped moving closer clasping his chin tilting his head to get a better look feeling him smirk and try to suck one of your splayed fingers into his mouth.

"What? When did I do that?" He laughed twisting his head out of your hands capturing your palm placing a kiss on it then wound his arms around your waist puling you flush against him leaning in resting his head on yours.

"Well I'm not sure but at least it matches my shirt don't you think?" You blushed at him slowly running your nails up his chest to his neck then looked down only just taking in how incredible he looked, a dark blue pair of dress pants the without even looking you knew was cupping his peach of an ass like a second skin and a deep burgundy almost purple that did in fact reflect the color of the mark you'd left on him. You smiled undoing his top two buttons letting a tiny amount of hair peek through. He sighed looking down at you as you avoided his gaze as you toyed with the small patch of revealed chest before leaving it with one chaste kiss.

"Ready to leave?" he sighed releasing you grabbing his suit jacket walking out to the living room you followed grabbing your patent leather bag that matched your shoes giggling as he struggled you put his phone keys and wallet in his pockets.

"Here you can keep them in here" you said offering your open bag he thanked you placing them inside as you grabbed a black wrap to go across your shoulders before following him out of the apartment he double checked the door then walked down the stairs arm in arm guiding you out side holding your hand as he did

"You look beautiful tonight" you flushed looking down you'd never been good at taking compliments you shook your head

"Th-thank you I wanted to look good for you tonight... hair went a bit messy.. hence the scarf and my eyeliner-" he stopped you with a finger to your lips

"Your perfect, you look stunning and I'm going to have to beat them off of you" you blushed again leaning into his arm as he hailed down a cab to take you to the party.

Wow that was all you could say this party....it was fancy hosted in the grand room of a five star hotel there was a huge buffet table with champagne pyramid it was glitz and glam with a live jazz band what ever award they won it must have been a big one. Upon entering Clark slid off your wrap holding it himself refusing to let you take it ,you didn't get far into the hall before you were both stopped by normally a stern looking man with uncharacteristic smile you could tell by the look on Clark’s face.

Kent! good to see you! ah- wheres Lois? I thought she said you were bringing her?" Clark cleared his throat

"Ah yes that... No we haven't been together in just over a month but she was trying to force me to go with her..... This beautiful woman tho is my beautiful girlfriend Y/n, love this is my boss Perry editor and chief of the daily planet" you nodded shaking his hand

"So this is Perry its nice to finally have a name to the face" he got over his shock then shook your hand

"Its nice to meet you to and if I do say I think Kent here is punching above his weight" he laughed as Clark sighed closing his eyes at the comment.

"I think you will find its the other way around... this is a fancy party tho very nice." he thanked you then turned to Clark who had tugged you to his side after noticeable the looks his male coworkers were giving you, hungry eyes scanning his woman didn't sit well with him.

"So your from the uk?" you smiled nodding

"Yeah decided a change so up sticks and moved here-well smallville and met Clark" Perry nodded calling over a server Clark took a glass each for the both of you handing you yours

"Well that's one hell of a move where are you from in England"

"Kent funnily enough, in the south east" he nodded to you pointing in realization.

"The garden of England?" you scoffed at him sipping your drink.

"Yes something like that, I lived in a large city but just outside it is tiny villages and hundreds of orchards and manor houses, its picturesque I suppose" he smiled then looked to Clark

"So its over for good this time?- sorry for you don't mind?" you shook your head at Perry

"Honestly its fine I know she isn't....moving on" you looked to Clark there was stern look on his face you bit back the doubt choosing to quietly sip your drink, a slither of fear that he would choose this woman over you an your not sure you could handle it your sure you'd already fallen to hard for this amazing man.

"You know as well as I do Perry she wont listen... but this time I meant it and now I have this lovely lady right here...I hope she realizes now" Perry smiled as he watched you and Clark you blushed tucking your self into him, he knew that Lois had taken her toll on Clark but here in front of him he saw a happy man and could only hope it would last.

"Well I've got to do the rounds enjoy the party" you giggled thanking him wrapping a hand around Clark’s waist trying to push away the taunting fears that seemed to lurk just below the surface, he squeezed you a little reassuringly placing a small kiss on your head as he walked you over to a table of his co workers introducing you to them an hour later you had seemed to go through the same conservation the same answers yes you were together, no he wasn't bringing Lois, no he wasn't with Lois any more and yes you were from England and your accent wasn't fake...it was exhausting but finally Clark had stole you away onto the dance floor sharing a few slow dances stealing kisses you chuckled"Your lucky this is matte" he smiled kissing you again"I wouldn't care if it wasn't" you rolled your eyes shaking your head the leaned it against him listening to his heart beat it was a wonderful night... Then you felt it a piercing gaze into your back you knew, you closed your eyes all night you had been dreading this you knew it was silly but deep down you was scared he would run back to her, they had so much history together your heart ached he must of realized where your thoughts were going and placed his hands on your face making you look at him, fear and doubt clouded your eyes he smiled at you.

"Hey look at me- that's it, I'm here with you no one else" you blinked up at him and his heart all but stopped he moved down kissing you deeply you gasped tilting your head to the side he followed opening his mouth exploring your mouth then slowly pulled back

"I-I've fallen in love with you" you gasped at him heart skipping a beat

"What how- Clark isn't it to soon-" he smiled wrapping you up in his arms again gazing into your eyes shaking his head

"No Ma always said when you know you'll know...I never knew what she meant before.... she said it was like the world stops, no worry or fear just calm and quiet knowing everything will be fine in the end as long as you have each other and I'm telling you now I-I love you, I've never felt like this before its incredible and light, there's no strings o-or catches...I know it might seem weird and you might not feel the same-"

"Don't be stupid of course I feel the same, its- I was scared of telling you in case you thought I was moving to fast. I love you Clark Kent." his face lit up those words just hearing you say you love him. Not Kal. Not Superman. Him. Clark Kent. his grin lit up his face then he pulled you to his chest keeping you tight against him once the song was finished you shared a final kiss which he deepened quickly teasing your mouth open he plundered your mouth with ease he tasted of the wine he had been drinking a sweet strong flavor that he made sure to fill your mouth with as his tongue moved back and forth moving with your tongue fighting and playing, he grunted and tugged to towards him holding your ass squeezing it you bit at his lip pulling back giggling as he laughed a little. Then someone cleared their throat you tensed turning seeing a beautiful woman auburn hair and light blue eyes she wore a short silver dress hair hanging down in soft waves the sides pinned up behind her head with silver clips.

"Clark can I have this dance?" he went to refuse but you put your hand on his chest nodding.

"I will get us some drinks okay? see you in a minute" he was torn looking at you gulping

"But what about you?" moving to cup your cheek you tilted pressing a kiss to his open palm closing your eyes then took a deep look into his before nodding

"Its okay love, its just one dance you both need to talk" he went to speak but was interrupted

"Yes we do" you turned to walk past her closing your eyes at her voice, she wasn't happy with you, you held back a shuddering breath, this was it even tho you'd both just announced your feelings this woman was beautiful and she wouldn't give up Clark, you couldn't blame her if you were in her place you wouldn't give him up either you knew others were looking before you could take a step Clark grasped your wrist making you look at him.

"I meant what I said" you smiled and nodded placing a hand on his.

"I know that I did to" you pulled away leaving him with the other woman you stood by the table where his co workers were watching your bag you moved to sit next to a Asian woman you'd been getting along with. Bethany she moved over placing a hand on your arm.

"Are you okay?" you smiled fighting back your unshed tears

"Yes I'm fine... he has to make up his mind...I love him I trust him" she sighed shaking her head watching as he slipped his arm around the woman's waist rigidly moving across the floor.

"Its not him I'm worried about, I don't know what it is but there is something going on, he seems to feel obligated to indulge her... here you look like you need one" she said passing you a drink you thanked he

r"She tries anything I'll drop her like a fucking rock" she laughed at that you cleared your throat still feeling eyes on you looking over you saw Perry pointing to the dance pair questioningly you shrugged he glared and made his way across to you pushing threw everyone who seemed oblivious to the drama unfolding in the room.

"What the hell are you doing sitting here?" you smiled at him sadly watching as Clark and Lois made a swooping circle across the floor.

"He needs to talk to her... and this way no drama they can share a dance and say what needs to be said then he can come back to me...I hope" Perry snorted

"He damn well better do! and fuck not causing drama" you smiled at him watching with baited breath

"She tries anything you'll get drama alright trust me Perry" he would be lying if he didn't want to see that, as much as he liked Lois she had been odd with Clark in the past year he had seemed tense, a shell and everyone could see that he wasn't happy. Clark sighed as you walked away he frowned as Lois took your place quickly hand on his shoulder and waist as he took position stepping back as far as he could before dancing.

"You look very handsome tonight Kal" he flinched clenching his jaw as she spun out then back in to him.

"Lois... not here" she laughed a little as they continued to move.

"So who is she? someone to make me jealous? if you wanted my attention you should have asked." he bit his lip growling a little.

"No Lois she's not to make you jealous and it wasn't to get your attention she's my date" she faltered hissing at him

"No that doesn't make sense tho we were supposed to be coming here together? I waited you know." he spun making another round of the floor catching you sitting by Bethany, Perry standing by your side arms folded watching things play out, you looked distraught his heart clenched any lingering feelings he had for the woman in his arms died he turned to the red head.

"Well I told I wasn't coming with you and me coming with Y/n makes perfect sense considering she is my girlfriend" she glared

"Cheating? I never thought you'd be one for that Kal" he growled fighting to hold back his strength

"I've told you to stop calling me that! and we would have to be together for me to be cheating and we haven't been a couple in over a month." she smiled then laughed off his stern look.

"You cant be serious that little spat? Kal love I know I gave you space but really we aren't over... we always get back together after our spats....You didn't mean it, you couldn't" the last sentence was quiet, frightened and uncertain more a question than a statement. he sighed nodding.

"Lois I did mean it, we aren't together and we aren't getting back together,I'm with y/n now and I'm happier then I've ever been" she shook her head at him

"No do-don't say that you love me, why would you say something like that?" he shook his head at her grasping her wrists pulling them off him as she tried grasping him tighter afraid of the reality that she had lost him this time.

"Because its the truth, I'm head over heels in love with her and she loves me, not Kal El not Superman me Lois. Clark Kent is enough for her and that's all I've wanted for someone to love me, the Kansas farm boy... You couldn't" she gasped moving closer but he stopped her.

"N-no you don't know what your saying, you love me I know you still love me...y-you've been drinking or something-" he placed his hands on her shoulders pressing her back.

"Lois I told you...I don't love you anymore there was a time I thought I did but you never changed...I changed for you but you never did for me and I cant wait anymore and live like that, in a one sided relationship... I'm sorry but I meant what I said enough is enough I've moved on and you should to"

"I can change I can please just give me another chance...Kal-Clark" he sighed shaking his head

"That’s just it you cant even call me by my human name anymore, please I want to be friends but I'm not your happy ending and your not mine." he finished looking over to where you sat looking down into your glass.

"And she is?"

"Yes, She's my soul mate" Lois swallowed closing her eyes letting a few tears fall as it sunk in she had lost the most incredible man she had ever known and it was her own fault,the way he said it the conviction ,the certainty there was no hesitation. He loved her she knew, the woman in red wasn't some fling or passing fancy she was his world now with out a shred of doubt Lois knew that the woman sitting across the room was the woman he'd marry, the mother to his children and the one he would grow old with. It was a bitter pill to swallow she had always dreamt it would be her and suddenly it wasn't.

"It will take time... to be friends but I would like that in the end" she whispered the words releasing him, he pat her arms giving one last look before he jogged across the dance floor away from her to the love of his life. You'd been looking down you couldn't stand watching him with her for all your big talk you were devastated it was the longest dance you'd ever known you were torn you trusted him but.... she had known him for a long time they had a history had planned a life together who were you really? just the woman who knows his mother, who agreed to pose as his girlfriend? you sighed spinning the champagne flute in your hand you downed the rest of it standing placing the empty glass on the table only to gasp as you were suddenly grabbed around the waist tugged into a hard chest you looked up.

"C-Clark?" he smiled pulling you closer to him kissing your cheek

"Weren't leaving without me love were you? everything's sorted, Lois and I are...going to keep our distance for a while...then hopefully we can be friends but for now we are going to steer clear of one another....why did you look so surprised I came back?" you looked down a little tearful shaking your head resting against him listening to his heart, he sighed you had been worried about loosing him. He leaned down pointing at you bag motioning for Beth to pass it to him, once she did he unfolded your wrap placing it across your shoulders you blinked at him pulling back.

"Clark? what are you doing?" he smiled cheekily winking at you

"Well love it appears I've got to prove to a certain lady the she is the one for me..." he leaned forward nibbling your neck you giggled at him.

"And there is one way I can think of doing that but I'm going to need a bed" you giggled slapping at his chest moving in for a kiss letting him dominate your mouth slowly as he gripped your ass pulling you to your tip toes making you squirm before pulling away.

"Lead the way" he laughed quickly ushering you out of the party heading home.

#clark kent imagine #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #clark kent x y/n #superman x reader #superman x you #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc imagine #dc x you

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Galactica, Chapter 54 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last time on The Thanksgiving Chronicles: Things got real as Courtney and Bianca had sex for the first time and Pearl and Adore for the last (??).

This Chapter: Adore seeks comfort, Katya decorates, and we just might have escaped from the alternate dimension where it’s always Thanksgiving. (Thanksgiving Chronicles 5 of 5)

***

More than anything else, Adore felt stupid. For believing, even for a second, that she and Pearl were finally on the same page. It was her fault, she supposed. She’d initiated things before they’d had a chance to really talk.

It still hurt though.

She could’ve just gone home and crashed. But she really didn’t want to be alone, and it wasn’t that late. Maybe Bianca would be up for an old movie. And she still had all those leftovers. Besides, she was planning to stay there to house-sit starting on Friday anyway, so it just made sense that’s where she’d head.

What she was not prepared for was the sight when the elevator doors opened. Clothes strewn all over the foyer and the bottom of the stairs. Courtney’s purse, spilling out its contents, right by her feet. Her mouth opened as she took it all in, temporarily too amazed by what she was seeing to remember that she was sad.

She walked forward a few steps and then stopped when the dogs came tearing through the apartment to greet her, barking up a storm. She set down her stupid box and knelt down to pet them.

“Hey guys! How’s it going? What the fuck has your Mommy been up to?”

“Hey.” Bianca appeared next, wrapped in one of those fancy silk robes she loved so much, awkwardly asking, “Um, what’re you doing back here?”

“Uhhh...I guess I’m interrupting, huh?” Adore said, trying not to laugh, standing back up.

“Or, you could...not?” Bianca cleared her throat and gestured vaguely back to the elevator. “And call me in the morning?”

“Yeah, I could…” Adore tilted her head, pretending to consider it for a few seconds before she took off, racing towards the stairs.

“Adore!” Bianca tried to grab at her, but she missed, Adore adeptly avoiding her hands and continuing.

“Too slow, old woman!”

“Fucking hell!” Bianca exclaimed, as Adore left her in the dust, laughing maniacally.

Courtney sat up in bed, startled by the footsteps thundering up the stairs, pretty sure they didn’t belong to Bianca, who had gone down to feed the dogs. She grabbed the covers, pulling them up to cover her naked body just as Adore appeared in the doorway, standing there breathlessly for a few moments, staring at Courtney with her mouth open and chest heaving.

Courtney relaxed a bit, seeing that it was just her best friend. She supposed this saved them that awkward ‘So...I slept with your sister’ conversation. She gave Adore a mildly self-conscious little wave.

“Hi...”

Adore threw back her head and laughed, then skipped forward and flung herself onto the bed.

“Oh...my...god. What the fuck, Courtney?”

Courtney wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she just giggled, covering most of her face with Bianca’s comforter, only her eyes peeking out.

“What are you doing back so soon, anyway?” she asked, and Adore rolled her eyes.

“It’s been like six hours.”

“Oh. Oops,” she said, another giggle slipping out before remembering where Adore had been. “How was Pearl’s?”

“A disaster.”

“I’m sorry,” Courtney said.

“Yeah. Well…” Adore sighed, then her eyes zeroed in on something and she laughed again. “Courtney. Are those yours?”

Courtney followed her gaze to the foot of the bed, where her panties had apparently landed.

“Yes, why?” Adore reached for them and Courtney slapped her hand away, laughing.

“Because! I know what kind of underwear you normally wear, and those...did you intentionally wear lacy little sex panties to come to my sister’s house today?”

Coutney pressed her lips together, saying nothing, and Adore shook her head with delight.

“Oh my god, you filthy lesbian slut.”

Courtney giggled some more, settling back against the pillows with a shrug.

“Adore...” Bianca walked in just then, holding Courtney’s purse and a stack of neatly folded clothes, which she set on the little bench at the foot of her bed. “Get your fucking shoes off my duvet, bitch!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Adore swung her legs to the ground and began removing her shoes.

“That didn’t mean take them off, that meant…” Bianca sighed. “We really need to discuss boundaries here.”

“Really? You want to discuss boundaries after fucking my best friend?”

Courtney brought up the covers to hide her laughter as Bianca shot her sister an irritated look.

“Alright alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She heaved herself off the bed and headed for the door, where she turned around and said, “Now, be safe, okay? We don’t want any pregnancies here-”

“Goodnight Adore!”

“Nighty night kids!” Adore blew one last kiss and then disappeared.

Bianca turned towards Courtney, shaking her head. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” Courtney bit her lip. “Are you upset that she knows?”

“No. Are you?”

Courtney shook her head. “I’d have told her anyway.”

“Mmm...and what would you have told her, exactly?” Bianca began to untie her robe, one shoulder already slipping down.

“That...um…that we…” Courtney’s eyes roamed over Bianca’s body, pulse quickening. It was almost too much. The tits, the ass, those legs. Courtney was consumed with a desire to be pressed up against her smooth tan skin once again, wrapped in her and around her.

“That we what?” Bianca asked, now joining her under the covers, one hand sliding across her thigh. The husky voice right in her ear sending shivers up and down her body. “What did we do?”

Courtney whimpered, pushing Bianca onto her back and hovering over her, prolonging the torture by just looking at her, not touching.

“Oh, she’s in charge now, huh?” Bianca teased, trailing fingers up the back of her thighs.

“Mmhmm…” Courtney murmured, finally lowering her hips, pressing their bodies together as she went in for a kiss, wet and messy, spurred on by the fingers digging into her ass.

***

Pearl stumbled out of her bedroom, head pounding with a hangover from all the shots she’d consumed after Adore left, but seeking out the coffee she’d smelled from her bed. She assumed that Trixie and Katya would be lounging on the sofa, enjoying their day off and relaxing.

Instead, the sight that met her was an absolute explosion of Christmas kitsch. It seemed that, with Thanksgiving now behind them, the apartment was about to turn into a holly jolly nightmare.

There were yards and yards of garlands and colored lights, boxes of ornaments and holly and a big stuffed reindeer, multiple nativity scenes, Trixie’s snowglobe collection, some mechanical carolers with very strange off-putting faces that had to be Katya’s, and two Christmas trees, including a sparkly pink one that Trixie was currently assembling on the floor.

“Good morning Pearlie!” Trixie chirped. “Want some gingerbread coffee? We have eggnog creamer, too!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you guys,” Pearl croaked.

“Exactly!” exclaimed Katya, pulling a colorful banner out of one of the boxes that read ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!’

“You’re deranged,” Pearl told her. She felt like shit, and she wanted her friends to take care of her, but they seemed so happy. “Completely crazy.”

“Pearl, please have more respect for our lord and savior?” Trixie said, making both himself and Katya crack up, punctuating their lunacy with a high five.

Pearl stared at them for a few moments before turning on her heel. It was too early for this. She’d be better off back in bed.

Back in bed where her terrible mood couldn’t affect anyone but herself.

***

Bianca got up carefully, slipping from the bed so as not to disturb Courtney. They’d been up most of the night, and though Bianca had a billion things to do today, she wanted to let Courtney sleep in as long as possible.

She was out of the shower, fully moisturized and drying her hair by the time Courtney appeared in the bathroom doorway, tousled blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, wearing nothing but a sleepy smile on her face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Bianca said, putting down the blow dryer and brush in her hands, eyes raking over Courtney’s naked body. “Nice PJs.”

“Hi,” Courtney replied, suddenly bashful, biting her lip.

“Come here.”

She walked forward, but when Bianca turned around to take hold of her hips, a hand flew up to cover her mouth.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“Do I look scared?” Bianca asked, one eyebrow raised, and Courtney lowered her hand slowly. Bianca leaned towards her, nuzzling her nose gently before grinning and moving to place a row of kisses along her jaw, finishing with a soft press to her lips. “How’d you sleep?”

“Honestly? I can’t remember sleeping that well since...ever.” She grinned, then wrinkled her nose and added. “I really want to brush my teeth, though.”

Bianca laughed, giving her a pat on the ass and pulling open a drawer, getting out a new toothbrush, still in the package. “Knock yourself out.”

Courtney stepped up to the counter, picking it up and reaching for the toothpaste, tossing out a very deliberately casual, “There were a lot of toothbrushes in that drawer, huh?”

“I got a 24-pack.”

“Mmm,” Courtney raised the toothbrush to her mouth. “...So, how many are left?”

Bianca tossed her a sly look, asking, “You wanna count them?”

“No. Sorry.” Courtney looked embarrassed, eyes avoiding Bianca’s in the mirror.

“You know...whatever’s happened with other women...that has nothing to do with me and you,” Bianca said.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just a little, uh…”

“You’re beautiful.” Bianca moved towards her, wrapping her into an embrace from behind, kissing her neck. Courtney tilted her head to give Bianca better access, eyes falling closed, when a knock nearby made them fly right back open again.

“Uh...morning guys...you fuckin’ or can I come in?” asked Adore’s voice.

“Be right back,” Bianca whispered in Courtney’s ear.

“Kay…”

Bianca tightened the belt on her robe and strode out into her sitting area, where Adore was perched on the armchair.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothin.’” Adore drew a little design in Bianca’s new area rug with her toe. “Just wondering if you wanted to get some brunch or whatevs.”

She was clearly a bit dejected, and Bianca took a few steps forward.

“I still have to pack, but...maybe you could take Courtney out? Have a girls’ day? On me?”

“Cool.”

“Are you alright?” Bianca asked softly.

“Yeah. Just like, feel kinda dumb for thinking, you know. That things would be any different.” Adore looked up, her blue eyes misty.

“You’re not dumb,” Bianca told her, putting her hands on her shoulders. “You just...trust people with your heart. And some people don’t deserve it.”

Adore nodded, letting out a dry, sad chuckle.

“But hey. Some day, you’ll meet someone who does. And they’re gonna love you so much,” Bianca promised, a thumb catching the tear that had begun falling down her left cheek.

“Thanks,” Adore sniffled, and Bianca pulled her in for a warm, tight hug. She held her close for a few moments, rocking her, then kissed her cheek. “You didn’t just make a pussy juice mark on my face, did you?”

“Ugh!” Bianca pushed her away, laughing. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Adore giggled, heading for the stairs, before turning and saying, “Hey, B?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“Back atcha, pussycat.”

***

“Mmh.”

“Hey sleeping beauty.” Sutan smiled, reaching out to push the blanket underneath Violet’s chin, the top of his girlfriend’s head touching his hip, the TV playing on low in the background. “How are we feeling? It’s still a couple of hours until your next dose.”

“Mmh?” Violet cracked an eye open, looking up at him. “M’okay.”

“And you’re sure?” Thanksgiving had taken more out of Violet than it seemed like either of them had expected.

“Mmh,” Violet smiled. “Stop worrying.”

“Okay, okay,” Sutan laughed. “I get it.”

They had been on the couch all day, which Sutan didn’t mind in the slightest, his laptop open on his knees as he was working through his emails, his phone on the table. Tamisha had sent him a long list of potentials other agents had found, but she wanted his opinion on them before signing them with the company on entry level contracts. He’d been meaning to get to it all week, but with all the chaos, this was the first chance he’d had to really dig in.

It was one of the things Sutan excelled at, several of the girls already rejected based off of their photos and videos, but he had a handful he wanted to see in person, a model not worth much in the high fashion industry if she only sparked through a camera lens.

One potential in particular had caught his eye. She only had a shaky full body phone photo from the day she had been discovered, and a few selfies, but there was something about her face that had instantly caught his professional attention in a way white girls rarely did, and he had known instinctively that she didn’t belong in L.A.

“Sutan?”

Sutan had fully expected for Violet to go back to sleep, her prescribed painkillers knocking her out completely, her eyes closed, but it didn’t seem like she was gone just yet.

“Do you need to make another call?”

“Why?” Sutan tried to keep his voice impassive, to not show the clench of his stomach on his face. He was used to everything from casual flings to his most serious relationships being annoyed with him working nights and weekends, but it was the reality of his career.

“It’s nice. Listening to you talk.” Violet yawned, hiding her mouth with her blanket. “Makes it easier to sleep.”

“Really?” Sutan chuckled, the answer the last one he had expected. “Well in that case. I’ll see what I can do.”

***

Courtney stirred her iced tea with a metal straw, trying not to get too lost in her head while Adore was in the restroom. Last night had been amazing. Magical, even. Everything she’d been dreaming of. And then this morning, that spark was still there--Bianca was so affectionate and sweet with her, making her feel special in spite of everything Courtney knew.

When she looked into Bianca’s eyes, she saw things that she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to, not after one night. Especially not the way Bianca had, very kindly and suavely, ushered her out for brunch with Adore. With the very believable excuse that she gets cranky when she packs, and she didn’t want to “subject” Courtney to that. So Courtney was pretty sure that she was a fleeting distraction, and she told herself over and over that she’d be okay with that. Whether it was actually true...that was another story.

Adore got back to the table, sighing with relief when she saw that the drinks were there. She sat down and quickly sucked down half her hurricane, then looked up at Courtney.

“So…”

“Yes?” Courtney asked sweetly.

“You have a lot to tell me, miss thing.”

“What do you want to know?” Courtney asked, a faint blush warming her cheeks already, since she had a pretty good idea of exactly what Adore wanted to know.

“Well first of all, um...I know it’s hard to tell what with her voice and all, but Bianca is a woman.”

“Oh shit, really?” Courtney asked, before breaking out into a grin.

“Since when do you fuck women?”

“Since...last night, I guess.”

“Are you like...gay? Bi? Or is this just another case of my sister bagging a curious straight girl?” Adore asked, taking another sip, almost done with her cocktail already. “Shit, I should really have ordered two of these.”

“You could drink your water.”

“Gross.” Adore rapped her knuckles on the table. “Answer the question!”

“Uh...I dunno, I haven’t really thought about labels. But…” she shrugged, a smile pulling at her mouth. “I’m definitely not straight. Not after that.”

Adore laughed, then asked, “So has this really never come up for you before?”

“I mean...you know my brother’s gay. Like very gay.” Courtney rested her chin on her hand. “A full time drag queen.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I dunno, I guess there was always this kind of thing with my parents, like ‘yeah we have one glorious sparkly camp child and one...plain one,’” she said with an apologetic little shrug.

Adore laughed harder at that, signaling to the server for another drink. “You were the bland unseasoned child, huh?”

“Yeah. And it was so obvious with him, and everyone knew and I guess I just thought...that being gay was this intrinsic magical thing that’s really clear. Or like, some giant revelation that comes to you all at once.”

“So...then did you ever have feelings for a girl before?”

“Kind of...but I always sort of rationalized it away. You know, that it’s normal to admire female beauty and girls are just prettier than boys and they smell nicer and...” Courtney sighed. “I think I thought that if I could force myself to tolerate a man, then I must be straight. Cause that’s what straight women do.”

“Ugh, so sad.”

“I know, right? But yeah. I guess I...have always liked girls, but I just didn’t think it meant I liked girls.”

“You know I would have gladly helped you work these feelings out in college.”

Courtney laughed, giving her a soft kick under the table.

“Man. Just when I think Bianca’s losing it, she scores a fucking ace…”

“Why thank you,” Courtney said, fluttering her lashes and tossing her hair.

“So like...are you guys gonna be dating or...what’s the deal?” Adore asked, giving the server a wink as she set down her new drink.

“I don’t know. I guess...whatever she wants.”

“But what do you want?”

“I…” Courtney hadn’t really thought about it much. She figured the whole thing was entirely out of hands. Everyone told her, everyone warned her--Bianca doesn’t do relationships. Bianca does flings. So in her mind, the best she’d hoped for was a fling that lasted more than a night. But now she was going to Tokyo for a week and Courtney has a strong suspicion that even half the world away, the mere thought of her would still be able to conjure up tingling sense memories on Courtney’s skin. She looked up at Adore, who was patiently waiting for an answer, and admitted, “I really like her.”

Adore nodded, and Courtney continued.

“She’s just so smart and commanding and sexy and I just-”

Adore’s nose wrinkled at the word ‘sexy,’ but Courtney went on.

“Well, she is.”

“You know she’s like...old enough to be your mother, right? I mean not for nothing, but there are women our age who would gladly fuck you. I promise.”

“The thing is…” Courtney leaned forward, eyes glittering, lowering her voice to say, “I think her age is kind of...part of it? She’s just so successful and confident and she knows who she is. If I even had an ounce of that, I’d be set. And the sex? Was like…”

“That’s my sister, please proceed with caution.”

“It was so fucking good,” Courtney said, trying not to gush or get too detailed. “I’ve never...I mean I know I have no real frame of reference for sex with a woman but it was...transcendent. It’s like I was living in this two-dimesional world and suddenly not only was it 3D, but it was like...more than that. A kaleidoscope.”

“Did y’all fuck or do mushrooms?”

“I’ve done mushrooms before. Last night was...a billion times better.”

“Damn.” Adore shook her head, lifting her glass. “Well...here’s to more transcendent fucking.”

“Cheers,” Courtney laughed, clinking glasses with her.

***

Fame sighed, sliding even further into the bathtub and wiggling her toes, music playing in the background as bubbles and rose petals surrounded her body.

She was thankfully, blissfully alone, Patrick taking his family to Radio Music Hall for a show.

The thoughts of scalding hot water and complete privacy was the only thing that had carried her through the morning, her mother-in-law daring to say to Fame’s face that their coffee selection was subpar, as if her beans weren’t flown in directly from Colombia.

Fame was considering if it’d be worth it to add a few drops of essential oils to her bath, when she heard her phone buzz, but instead of picking it up from where she had placed it on the edge of the marble tub, she ignored it.

Or, she would have, if it didn’t buzz again, and then again and again.

Fame sat up, water dripping from her body as she reached for her phone, annoyance flaring in her chest when she saw Pearl’s name.

Didn’t she realize she was still upset with her?

She was seconds away from just deleting the messages without reading them, when yet another one ticked in, and curiosity won her over.

PEARL: I know we’re not talking right now

PEARL: Which sucks

PEARL: You were right though

PEARL: I’m a bad and terrible person

PEARL: Just thought you should know that I understand

Fame paused, reading the messages once more, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach.

Her silence had only been meant as a punishment, a way to show Pearl her displeasure, to make Pearl understand that she couldn’t just go against her direct commands or orders without a consequence, but this was never what Fame had intended.

Pearl was many things, but a bad person wasn’t one of them.

Fame pressed down, holding the phone to her ear, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

“... Hello? Fame? Is that you?”

“Come over. Right now.”

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