#she has to roll the waistband on her petite pants AND pull them up to her bra line

[mashupofmylife]

Some scary health stuff happened with my grandma this past week. At this point, we think it was transient and related to a fall at home, but the profound behavioral and cognitive changes were scary to see. And they weren’t consistent. Whether it was true delirium is hard to say. Maybe sundowning. I’m just hoping beyond belief that since she only had one disruptive night she can stay in her apartment in assisted living. I think she might actually give up the will to live is she had to move into skilled nursing. And that’s the last thing that I want. She’s almost 95 but this was the first time I ever saw her “break” in front of me in any way. I know that humans aren’t immortal, and she looks more frail each time I see her, but moving her into a SNF would make me face her mortality in a way that I really want to avoid.

Oh, and she still talks about “all the old people” who live in assisted living with her. (Not the other old people, just the old people, because she’s apparently not old) And while there are a few folks older than her, she’s not exactly the baby by a long shot.

[sevlgi]

drinks first

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: hwasa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: mafia!hwasa, stripper!reader

warnings: violence, alcohol consumption

synopsis: A strip club is the least likely place to meet a girl, but Hwasa’s used to unlikely situations.

a/n: I wish this could’ve been longer, but I’m dealing with some stuff right now, so I hope you still enjoy :(

word count: 1.9k

When Byulyi said she knew someplace to unwind, Hyejin definitely didn’t expect to be brought to a strip club.

As mafia employees, Hyejin and Byulyi frequent enough shady places as it is, though this particular strip club looks particularly dangerous. Even with the cold metal of the gun digging into her skin under the waistband of her pants, Hyejin can’t help eyeing the burly bouncers everywhere warily.

Byulyi brushes the back of her hand against her colleague’s, giving the younger woman a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I know people who work here. It’s safe.”

“It doesn’t look safe.”

“You’re pretty easily scared for a mafia employee, you know,” Byulyi teases, passing through the open doors with a simple nod at a bouncer.

Hyejin rolls her eyes to disguise how impressed she is at Byulyi’s influence. The older woman is, of course, more influential than she is, but it’s still decently interesting how many connections she has. “I’m not scared.”

The inside of the club looks even shadier than the outside; despite the scantily clothed girls mopping the counters, the bar is covered in grime, as are the scarred men who sit there. 2 of the 5 small stages are occupied, though one of the girls is already picking up the money on the floor.

Byulyi immediately beelines for the bar, which isn’t exactly surprising. “Wheein, hey.”

A pretty brunette girl with dimples looks up and smiles, ignoring the men hanging on to her every word. “Byul! Good to see you’re not dead. And you are?”

Eyebrows raised, Hyejin looks at her colleague for an explanation. “She used to be in… our business. You know. Wheein, this is Hyejin.” Turning back to the petite girl behind the counter, Byulyi asks, “Is Solar off yet?”

Wheein tilts her head towards the stage. “Almost. Y/N’s preparing to start, though, so you should stay.”

“Y/N?” Hyejin feels completely lost, though it’s not unusual for her to feel that way, as the newest member of the mafia she works for. She’s used to it by now.

The girl behind the bar smiles again, pointing to one of the stages. “Over there, the girl in the sparkly outfit? She’s our most popular, for a reason.”

“Y/N’s beautiful,” Byulyi agrees, leaning against the counter. “Do you want to stay and watch, Hyejin?”

Despite the loud pounding in her head telling her that she should say no, that being in this club is definitely dangerous, Hyejin shrugs and accepts the drink Wheein holds out. “Sure. I’ll stay.”

With a grin, the older woman waves to Wheein and grabs Hyejin by the arm. “Good choice. You won’t regret it, I swear.”

As the two of them near the stage, Hyejin’s breath catches in her throat at the sight of you. The sparkling, skin-tight outfit you wear and smoky makeup make you look absolutely ethereal, your skin shimmering golden from every angle. As Byulyi guides her to sit, Hyejin’s eyes are glued to your face, trying to take in every detail of yours.

When you start to dance, she’s completely starstruck, not just by your movements, but by the occasional smiles you throw to the crowd gathered to watch you. Each quirk of your lips, each tiny flick of your tongue, makes everyone go wild, including her.

Your 30 minutes ends too fast, and Hyejin finds herself wanting to keep watching you even as you wave and blow kisses to the crowd, hands stuffed with money. “Come on, let’s go backstage,” Byulyi sighs, tugging Hyejin up. “I have a… special relationship with one of the dancers.”

It turns out to be a very special relationship, as a gorgeous dyed-blonde girl immediately pecks Byulyi on the lips as soon as she makes her way backstage. Hyejin fights a smile at her older colleague’s blush. “ Hyejin, this is Solar.”

Solar smiles and shakes Hyejin’s hand, but she’s obviously not just a dancer, since her eyes manage to catch on the slight outline of Hyejin’s gun. “Solar to club-goers only, you can call me Yongsun. Ah, and this is Y/N!”

Hyejin finds herself almost unable to speak when she sees you, your smile shimmering with remnants of glitter. You’ve thrown on a jacket over the sparkly stage ensemble, and you stick out a hand to shake. “I saw you in the audience, I hope you enjoyed the show?”

“I did.” The words sound breathless, and Solar and Byulyi giggle slightly in the background. Clearing her throat, Hyejin says again, “You’re a good dancer.”

“Thank you.” It might just be her imagination, but Hyejin thinks your eyes linger on her lips for a little longer than necessary. “The gun’s not necessary, you know.”

A beat of silence passes, and you smile again, shaking your head. ”I’m sorry, you have the right to your firearm. It’s probably safer this way, since-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence, as a gunshot rings through the crowd, screams echoing after it. To be honest, Hyejin’s intrigued by the way that neither you or Solar flinch at the noise.

“Dammit,” Solar sighs, raking a hand through her hair. “What do we even hire these bouncers for? Byul, you have a gun?”

The older woman nods, tugging on Hyejin’s sleeve. “Come on, Hyejin. Let’s deal with this.”

Flashing a quick smile to you, Hyejin lets herself be led away. If she’s not mistaken, she hears you say the word ‘hot’ to Solar, and her smile only gets larger as she pulls out her gun.

“Well. Today was a disaster.”

You survey the police officers handcuffing the shooters with your arms crossed, lower lip jutting out in thought. Hyejin stands beside you with her hand still on her concealed gun, though you don’t look like a dancer any more with most of your makeup wiped off and an oversized shirt on.

“Not a total disaster.”

Raising an eyebrow, you turn to Hyejin with a wry smile. “Well, nobody got shot. We will have to replace the bar counter, but that’s probably for the best.”

Hyejin smiles too, shaking her head. “That’s not what I mean. We met today, right? I think that qualifies as something good.”

“Smooth,” you comment, a laugh escaping your lips. It sounds like music to Hyejin, however cliche it sounds. “You seem young to be working with Byul. She brings all the new recruits here, but I’ve never met one as young and pretty as you, even with the scratch on your face.”

“You make me blush,” Hyejin sighs, placing her free hand on her chest mockingly. You chuckle again, and Hyejin smiles just at the sound of it, though the scratch on her face stings a bit. “Kidding. I’m fairly new, so I don’t have too much to do yet.”

Solar suddenly calls out your name, and you nod at her before turning back to Hyejin . “I gathered. Well, I’ve got to go, but if you’re free, come and find me sometime. It’s rare to find someone so pretty and yet so brave.”

You leave her with a light touch on her arm, just the tiniest smudge of eyeshadow left on the fabric of Hyejin’s sleeve, and another enigmatic smile. 

Damn. She’s in deep.

Hyejin isn’t able to visit the strip club again for another week.

First off, being a mafia employee definitely doesn’t pay well enough to support her, especially not at the level she’s at currently, so she still works a part-time job. Second of all, Byulyi really goes hard with training.

When she finally got the time to visit you, Hyejin managed to forget the name of the club and had to beg her older colleague for the address.

Finally, a week later, Hyejin arrives. The bouncers don’t give her trouble, but that’s probably because Wheein waves her through. “Hyejin, right? Welcome back,” the older girl smiles, making her way behind the newly renovated bar. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Ah, a vodka soda?” she answers absentmindedly, eyes scanning the room for you. You’re nowhere to be seen, although Hyejin can see Solar spinning on one of the poles. “Hey, do you know if Y/N’s here today?”

Wheein looks up without pausing her pouring, dimples appearing again. “Hm, maybe. Why?”

Hyejin scowls, accepting the drink while simultaneously giving Wheein a glare. “Hush. I just want to see her, but she probably doesn’t work here all week, right?”

The petite girl shakes her head. “No, Y/N only works here part time, but she’s taking a break now, in case you were hoping to watch her. She’ll be out soon.”

“Okay. I can wait.” While she waits for you to finish up, Hyejin halfheartedly watches some of the other dancers, though her eyes keep snagging on Solar and the tricks she does on the pole.

It takes roughly 20 minutes for you to pop out of the back rooms, leftover glitter still shimmering on your eyelids and red staining your mouth. “Wheein, the regular drink, please. Oh,” you say, noticing Hyejin. “Hey there. Hyejin, yeah?”

Nodding, the other girl corrects, “Hyejin. I only use Hwasa to protect my identity, but I don’t think you’re any threat to that.”

“Well, you never know,” you grin, thanking Wheein. “I’m more dangerous than I look.”

“I can tell. You didn’t even flinch at the gunshot last time I was here,” Hyejin remarks, sipping at her drink. “Does that happen often?”

You shrug, watching Solar indifferently. “Sometimes. People get angry when some of us refuse their offers. You know. You handled it well, though, I can see why Byulyi thinks so highly of you.”

“Does she?”

“Yeah.” Your smile is just as charming as Hyejin remembered, eyes twinkling. “You’re good for a new recruit, she says. And I trust Byul’s judgement.”

“You’re awfully chill with this whole mafia thing,” Hyejin chuckles, placing her empty glass on the counter. “Why is that?”

You frown, fingers playing with the rim of your own glass. “Experience, I guess. Besides, I find it’s easier to date you mafia people when I don’t freak out about it.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Hyejin jokes, smiling when you laugh lightly. “But I can see that. The last girlfriend I had bolted when I told her I joined the mafia.”

“Well.” Leaning closer, you give Hyejin a smirk that should honestly be illegal for how much faster it makes her heart beat. “I definitely won’t do that. If you ask me out for dinner sometime, of course.”

“Is that your subtle way of telling me you’re interested?” Hyejin laughs, thankful when you lean back again. At least her heart calms down. “How about drinks first, somewhere a little less shady than this.”

Wheein, who was probably listening the whole time behind the two of you, protests, “Rude! But I can’t blame you.”

You chuckle, taking your jacket off and hanging it over the back of your chair. “Well, I’ve got to go on stage again soon, but would you guard this jacket for me until I get off? Won’t be long.”

“Of course,” Hwasa smiles, watching you leave. Just before you leave, you toss a smile over your shoulder and Hwasa’s heart thuds again.

Drinks first, indeed.

[dreamlover31]

Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 16

In the days that followed, Rafael and Alexa spent most of their time laid across the living room couch, their bodies pressed closely together while their fingers playfully touch, on other occasions, they enjoyed romantic walks on the beach whether the sunlight was shining or the moonlight shone; there came a time during one of their walks where Rafael picked her up over his shoulder and spun her as Alexa squealed with joy.

Their time together was of the utmost bliss, even if it was for a short while, they could forget about the danger that still lingered; svu had yet to find out who was threatening Rafael. On the last day of their getaway, they spent the better part of the day in bed; Alexa quietly laid on her side as he came up behind her with an arm snaked around her waist. His free hand slid the strap of her black top, he then began to pepper the back of her shoulder with small gentle kisses, which caused her to stir.

Alexa moaned softly all the while his fingers played with the hem of her top, his hand slid across her stomach to which it lightly bucked underneath his touch. Her eyelids started to flutter open, she turned her head towards him and gave him a small smirk, as their eyes met; she kissed him sweetly and brought her hand up to his cheek where she caressed it lovingly.

“Good morning mi amor”

“Morning”

“I can’t believe it’s our last day here…wish we could stay here a little longer”

“Yeah, me too”

“So…what should we do today…drive around town, stay here and watch a movie, what do you feel like doing?”

“How about we just stay in bed and then tonight I’ll cook us a meal fit for royalty”

“Hmmm, I like the sound of that”

Alexa shifted her body so that it faced him, her small hands pressed up against his chest then pushed him over on his back; her bright smile lit up her face as her legs sat on opposite sides of his thighs, at the same time, a small giggle left her lips. She pulled her top over her head and threw it to the side, Rafael hummed as he gazed upon her bare chest, he followed her lead and took his grey V-neck shirt off then once again they locked lips in a gentle and tender motion.

Alexa trailed her lips from his cheek to his neck and finally made it to his chest, all the while, Rafael moaned and whimpered in satisfaction; his hands traced a line along her back while simultaneously, Alexa hooked her fingers into the waistband of his black sweats.

Slowly, she pulled them down and from under the sheets tossed them aside, she was about to remove his boxers when he beat her to the punch by slipping out of them. After she discarded her matching shorts, she reached between their bodies and held his throbbing manhood in her hand, with a few tugs he was primed and ready; he tilted his head back on to the pillow while he groaned.

Alexa positioned herself to where she aligned with his hardened member, the two of them gasped as she eased himself inside of her, his hands gripped her hips as she began to ride him while using the headboard as leverage. In a slow circular motion, she thrusted into him causing him to shudder and groan with pleasure, a symphony of moans, pants and grunts filled the room; both of their orgasms building up to an intensity in which neither of them knew when the other would come first.

A few more thrusts and Rafael’s hips bucked up against hers and his desire spilled over inside her inner walls, he roared until he cried as his release overcame him then Alexa came just as hard; with the last bit of energy drained from her, Alexa collapsed on top of Rafael. Both of their chests heaved as they were in each other’s arms, a few seconds passed and in those moments, Alexa and Rafael fell soundly asleep.

Later that evening, Alexa was in the kitchen preparing their last meal, a crock pot filled with linguini boiled on the stove along with a smaller side pot that contained oregano sauce, also, in a medium sized frying pan; two large cut pieces of fish cooked. As she gathered the wine glasses and utensils, she looked at the corner of her eye out the window to find Rafael setting the wooden park bench style table, he placed plates and folded up napkins as he waited for Alexa to give him the ETA on dinner.

She stepped bare footed out the rear door with the glasses and utensils in hand, she wore the ivory white sundress she bought from the little boutique in town with her hair tied up in a ponytail.

He gazed upon the petite young woman and smiled at her, his mind full of wonder and amazement at how beautiful she appeared before him, he was in total disbelief that he had found a woman who could put up with his stubbornness but also love him unconditionally. His eyes continued to stare at her and in that instant, a shade of crimson red swept across her face, after a few minutes, Alexa finally spoke up.

“Why are you looking at me like that”

“I’m sorry…it’s just that…you look amazing”

Alexa lowered her head abashedly and replied, “Thank you, the linguini is almost ready and so is the sauce…the fish needs a few more minutes”

“Ok”

Rafael took the wine glasses and utensils from her and planted them next to the plates then she went back through the rear door to the kitchen to check on the food, another five minutes passed before Alexa turned off the stove and used the oven mitts that were set on the counter to lift the pot and brought it back to the table.

As she trekked back and forth through the door, Rafael used the tongs to spread out the linguini then as soon as the small pot of sauce was set on the table, he used a spoon to spread the red liquid on to the stringy pasta on each plate. Finally, Alexa put the final dish on the table, she cut out portions of meat and put them on their plates, once everything was in order; they were seated. Suddenly, Alexa’s face contorted in a way that made her appear that something was missing, just then, a lightbulb went off in her head.

“Oh shoot, I forgot the wine”

“Don’t worry I’ll get it”

It took less than a second for Rafael to return with the bottle of red wine, while he poured the liquid into each individual glass, Alexa’s eyes drifted up into the night sky. The fairy lights that were stretched out along the poles on top of the patio seemed dismal compared to the vast flickers of light that scattered across the sky, when Rafael sat back down, they proceeded to dine on their meal.

During this time, a cool breeze flew across the area while the sound of waves crashing provided a soundtrack to go with the romantic meal, with nothing but crumbs left; Alexa and Rafael cleared the table. In the course of Alexa washing the dishes, Rafael came upon the counter with his Ipod and mini speaker, as she continued with her task unaware of his presence; he scrolled through the list of songs on his playlist until he found one to mark this special occasion.

At that moment, Alexa paused as she heard music coming from behind her, a small smile appeared on her face as she turned around to see Rafael standing across the counter with the Ipod and speaker beside him, he walked around towards her where he placed his hands on her hips and began to sway her body. Alexa wrapped her arms around his neck while they swayed to the song Heaven, their eyes didn’t leave one another’s, even when Rafael pressed his forehead against hers. Meanwhile, the song made its way to the most notable chorus, and it was at that point that Rafael began to sing along.

“Baby you’re all that I want, when you’re lying here in my arms, I’m finding it hard to believe we’re in heaven”

“You are such a dork,” Alexa laughed.

He showed a smirk then their lips pressed firmly against each other, when the song reached its end, they stood in their embrace for a better part of 10 minutes. Afterwards, they unwound their arms then Rafael looked over to the clock that hung above the wall and saw that it was almost 10:00.

“Come on, we should get to bed, we’ve got a long drive ahead of us tomorrow”

“Alright”

Alexa looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, as she stared at her reflection, she could not shake the overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of going back to the city. She felt that being here was a safe haven for all their troubles, at least here no one knew where Rafael was, a sullen expression reared its ugly head on her face. I don’t want to go back, it’s so much better out here…I don’t have to worry about someone walking up to Rafi and shooting him in the chest or shooting up the courthouse…but I can’t ask him to just drop everything and move out here. During that time, lost in her own head, Rafael was lying in bed dressed in his navy-blue sweats and a black t-shirt; he expressed puzzlement when he noticed that it was taking longer than normal for Alexa to be in the bathroom.

“Carino, is everything alright”

“Yeah, I’m coming out now”

After she turned off the light, she made it to the edge of the bed where she climbed up and straddled Rafael, his hands were on her hips while she stroked his cheek. Her lips grazed the top of his head then landed on top of his lips in a slow and sensuous manner, he groaned in appreciation as his hand glided along her back. Alexa stopped for a moment and let out a sigh of disappointment, Rafael looked at her with concern and said:

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing…it’s just that…do we really have to go back?”

“Unfortunately we do…why?”

“We had such a good time here and I just don’t want to leave”

Rafael cupped the side of her face, she leaned into his touch as small whimpers escaped her lips.

“Mija what is it…why are you getting upset?”

“I’m scared Rafi”

“Scared of what?”

Alexa gently lowered herself on top of him and slinked her arms around his waist, streams of tears rolled from her face then onto his shirt, he held her close and covered the top of her head with sweet kisses.

“I love you Rafi…I don’t want to lose you…you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me”

“I love you too…I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere, that’s a promise”

“How can you promise me that when there’s someone out there gunning for you?”

“Listen to me, I have a top-notch security detail at my side 24/7 plus I’ve got Liv and the squad backing me up as well…believe me when I tell you that nothing is going to happen to me”

She lifted herself up for a moment to wipe her tears, she sniffled a bit before she laid on top of him again, her grip tightened when she re-wrapped her arms around him.

He soothingly rubbed her back and kissed her forehead again.

“Close your eyes, get some sleep”

She sighed as her eyelids became heavy, Rafael reached over and switched off the lamp on the nightstand, after a few seconds Rafael’s eyes followed her lead and drifted off to sleep. By dawn the next morning, they tidied up the house before packing up the car with their luggage, during the drive back; Rafael and Alexa held hands. Even though they face a world of uncertainty, as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle life through at them; especially those who threaten to take away her happiness.

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[soldierallen]

Married. 13

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Part 12:

Appearances; Alexandra Daddario, Chris Evans, Chase Crawford, Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: sexual themes, a bit smutty, fluff, blood? Idk if that’s a warning

Note: I’ lost the password to this account I lost my god damn mind and I gave up on my favorite story, the one that I’ve been wanting to tell this whole time the second to last chapter starts now❤️

Sebastian Stan x Reader

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Christmas had passed so did new years, y/n's job was fantastic she was having the time of her life traveling across the country for interviews and really putting herself out there being a director for the paper it was amazing, oh wait you're wondering what happened to Alex and y/n?... oh right that part...

That night.

"I didn't mean to hit you in the face it was by mistake" Alex yelled, sebastian pulled y/n throughout the house to get her into the kitchen she slowly lifted herself up onto the counter whilst he looked at her nose blood gushing may I add droplets falling into the floor

"Alex what the fuck do you want?" Sebastian opened his freezer looking for something to ice her nose that was bleeding harshly, y/n's head tilted back slightly

"I wanted to talk to you, But she’s always here she’ll always take up your time that letter you wrote that wasn’t for me it was for her you lied to me... you never loved me it was all fake" she was crushed, both Sebastian and y/n rolled their eyes not believing her bullshit, but also y/n thought... what letter?

"how's this, how dare you think that it's okay to barge into someone's house uninvited and unwelcomed hit someone in the face with a door that LIVES here, oh should I also mentioned how you got her fired, broke her mentally and almost made me lose my relationship with her because of some "agreement" with money, Alex we talked about all of this and it never once came CLOSE to you apologzing to her, I never wanna see you again" he handed y/n a small bag of icey broccoli she laughed at the bag and put it on her nose extremely dizzy

"if that's what you want seb, i- I thought we meant more than that" she swallowed "I'll walk myself out", and with that she left

"That was first time I ever heard you defend me from her" her eyes got watery

“I’m sorry I never did, I’m never I never thought about your feelings or even thought about how you felt or what you was going through seeing you with Henry was enough for me to know that I wanted you she wasn’t the one who helped me all these years it’s always been you.." he kissed her head gently as she came off of the counter

"Seb, I love you" her heart stopped in her chest, and sebastian’s heart starting beating so loud I think the neighbors next door were able to hear it, he put his hands in his pocket.. He was spechless not able to configure words

"I didn't expect me to say those words with a broken nose a bloody floor and as your roommate... sebastian stan I love you and if you don’t love me that’s fine I’ll move out I’ll move to Alaska an-" he pulled her body closer to his, his hands leaving his pockets wrapping around her waist as he kissed her his other hand around her neck thumb caressing her cheek she was in awe, he pulled his lips away and her forehead touched his "I'm madly in love with you doll I want this to work let's make this work"

And after that night they went on their first date which was an absolute disaster from start to finish, starting off with y/n’s dress getting soaked from a pitcher of water spilling on her, Sebastian tripping over nothing and taking a bad tumble, to right before they got home the car breaking down it was just a mess.

It's been three months, everyone is friends again I mean y/n and Henry aren't too friendly but they talk when there in the same room together. Tonight should feel no different and it isn't but what y/n doesn't know is that sebastian's hiding something.

Pretty important might I add.

"I'm going to work extremely early tomorrow so I'll be home at like 6pm okay?" She was standing behind the couch as Sebastian was sitting he put both of his arms out behind him he brought her body closer to the back of the couch and himself they kissed upside down "I love you" her heart fluttered at his words "I love you too" he touched his sweatpants pocket and slowly stopped she went in her room closing the door and he groaned loudly into the pillow putting his hand in his pocket pulling out a velvety red box

"Just do it? What’s wrong with you" he looked at the engagement ring box he heard her bedroom door open again QUICKLY shoving it back in his pocket, "hey seb can you come to my bedroom” she yelled out from the other side of the door, he slowly walked to her door, when he pressed on the door revealing her room candles lit, she was sat on the edge of the bed dressed in a silk robe, a bra and panties he flirtatiously smirked at the sight of her "what do I owe the pleasure.." he asked pushing up the sleeves to his crewneck sweater, "I regretted your offering a few nights ago I told you I wasn't ready yet to start getting intimate like that" he nodded remembering crossing his arms over his chest clenching his jaw, "please forgive me" she untied her silk robe letting it fall to the floor seductively his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her for the first time he was mesmerized by the shape of her body it didn't matter to him what she looked like the curves of her body or her petite figure he didn't care, she was his and he loved her.

"you're forgiven" we're the only words he could let out, he wanted to know every wrinkle, every freckle, every beauty mark, on her body he wanted to be a genius of the anatomy of her body, he got closer his hands finally finding her skin chills circulated all over her body as he got right behind her kissing her neck one arm creeping to her stomach her back pressed up against his front she felt the heat between her legs light a fire

as he gently unclasped her bra taking the shoulders down sensually his lips connecting once again with the skin between her neck and shoulder loving the feeling she reached over behind her touching him through his pants he felt a little hard which turned her on even more, the hand that was on her stomach slowly inching closer and closer toward her heat, she loved this teasing she just knew she would miss work tomorrow, "tell me if I should stop" he whispered so low she barely heard what he said, his hand found her heat rubbing circles teasing her so badly her body pressed up against his she stopped him turning around ripping his shirt off his body revealing his magnificent body his chain dangling her hands gently reached his waistband of his pants pulling them down as he stepped out of them, "this should be fun" he whispered finally their lips connecting the only thing keeping them apart were the underwear between the both of them, the teasing kept going which made things more interesting when finally they had enough with the foreplay.

"So how was I I haven’t been at it in some time” she said with a smirk he traced her skin with his fingertips loving the warmth her skin held

"phenomenal" he said in the lowest voice he sounded cheesy as hell she pushed off him which made the two laugh a lot they cuddled closely to each other a moment they never wanted to forget for as long as they lived..

That morning she got up got ready for work she picked up the clothes off the floor his sweatpants inside out she picked them up to fold them when something fell out of the pocket a red velvet box her eyes widened her skin was getting really hot, he was gonna propose??? Or he is? What- she quickly put the box back in his pants and threw them on the floor

"Y/n, mr Crawford needs to speak with you." His assistant came up to her at office “can’t he just call me men are useles Lucy” the assistant laughed walking out, she got up going to his office "chase if this is about me being late-" she was going to explain herself until he stopped her, "nope I have a job proposal” proposal that word it scared her to say the least... “I'm handing it over to you first if you don't want it I'm giving it to angie. Y/n I want you to take the duchan case." Chase said She was in shock "chase-" "you know how much you mean to me and this company you're the right women to take it I offered it to you first" "what do I tell Sebastian?" "If you take the offer? Well hi honey baby sweetheart I have to leave for the next 5 months to Brazil and I won't be back anytime soon and also I can't have any contact with you or anyone else for that matter just my boss" chase said with a laugh he clicked his pencil once he ended his sentence.

"Haha very funny," she rolled her eyes "listen can you give me two days?" He nodded standing up as did she "I need your answer by morning the second day alright kid" "yes sir" they hugged and she left, her relationship was very friendly with mr Crawford he didn't treat anyone in the company the way he treats y/n I guess because they get along so well. Y/n has a chance to leave the country and figure out a case and be a reporter something she'd never thought she would do, but she would lose seb..maybe even lose the proposal if she leaves

"Hey I'm home" she yelled as she took her keys from the lock, closing the door she felt a strange sensation come upon her like it wasn't sebastian in the house but someone else, her instincts kicked in she grabbed the stick for the fire place walking around the corner it was a women cleaning which startled the women that was cleaning she threw her rag in the air she was filled with fright, "miss I'm so sorry I thought mr stan told you I was coming in today" y/n huffed with relief "it's okay not to be rude but why did he call you to come in today?"

"He said a special occasion" she told y/n, she shrugged her shoulders what was sebastian's special occasion? Is he gonna propose???

"I never got your name?" Y/n said

"Margo" she reached out her hand for y/n to shake it and she did "um I guess carry on sorry for almost beating you to death" she laughed and the women did too she went into her bedroom and laid on the bed “what am I gonna tell him do” she was in panic mode what did she do when she panicked... “CHRIS come over” she said he laughed on the other line “what is it this time” he said “an emergency for your ears only mr Evans I am warning you”

It was an hour later Margo cleaned the entire house it was spotless... why did he ask her to come in?

“He’s gonna WHAT” he said

“YEAH I saw the box”

“did you see the ring?” He whispers

“no I wanted it to be a suprise! Now tell me what to do”

“Don’t take the job offer” Chris said “are you gonna elaborate or that’s it just don’t take the job” she was anxious

“you’ve wanted him your whole life and you have him now and you’re gonna give up on him for a job? There’s more to live than a job” Chris said “you’re right I just this is so good for me I’m scared that.. I’ll lose on this opportunity and I lose out on my seb” she wanted to bang her head into the wall

“Choose Sebastian or the job”

“Sebastian”

“Than you’ve made up your mind!”

“I want him Chris i always will but will he always want me like he does right now will he change his mind in 5 months will he decide he doesn’t love me after all, I have to think about these things because he makes promises and doesn’t keep them... I just hope I’m making the right choice” she said

“You are” he pulled her in and they hugged while they sat down, their legs up bodies close their heads on top of each other’s, they heard the door open “cheating on me already” Sebastian walked in with a laugh “yes kiss me” she said with her lips puckered he kissed her sweetly “hey Chris” they hugged “I guess I’m gonna go... good luck” he said grabbing his jacket and kissing her cheek “bye text me when you get home”, and he left Sebastian nowhere to be found

“Seb....seb....” she looked in the kitchen in the bathroom in their separate rooms where?.. oh the “backyard” he looked out into the skies some beautiful buildings “I have something to tell you” he said looking at and it at her, “what” she got closer closing the door behind her.. “I got offered a job..and I’m not gonna be here for a while” her heart broke “what...” “my boss told me I have no choice I have to take this job she can’t lose money on my account, baby” he turned towards her “ it’s in another country they want me to run one of our out of country offices for the next 5 months” she laughed, “I got offered a job today that I can take or leave they want me to report a story in Brazil for 5 months and I didn’t know if I should take it because of us..” he was amazed “baby a reporting job that’s amazing I’m so proud of you” he kissed her for a brief moment putting his hands on her shoulders rubbing them “tonight was suppose to go a lot different, this wasn’t suppose to be happening now” he fiddled his pocket pulling out a letter “hi beautiful, I’m writing you this letter cause god I miss you things haven’t been the same without you I haven’t been able to see you remember when we slow danced at dance rehearsal, when you helped me pick out the flowers for the wedding, I just want you to know that I love you and when the right times come they come. Seb x” he said as he read out the letter “she found the letter when she came home after a few days away thinking it was for her, I wrote this letter for you I wrote letters every time I missed you he pulled out three letters from his jacket pocket “I confessed my love for you in all four letters because I thought maybe you’ll reciprocate it one day I hope today is that day” he got down on one knee her heart was racing she pushed her hair out of her face to wipe her tears

“We’re going to be apart for 5 months I don’t think I can wait that long to marry you y/n so for gods sake y/n y/m y/l will you marry me so help me god you stay in my life for the rest of my life” he said with small tears pouring out of his eyes she hugged him so tight she was bawling her eyes out she kissed him a million times it felt like “I knew you didn’t even care about the ring” he laughed she didn’t even put the ring on she knew he loved her a ring didn’t mean anything

“Yes a million times yes” she couldn’t believe she was saying these words to Sebastian of all people she was saying yes to getting married to him she was engaged!

“Sebastian it’s so big!” She was amazed “you deserve it my fiancé” a smirk left his lips she loved hearing that word come out of his mouth “I might just rip your clothes off now” “is it cause I said my fiancé” she nodded kissing him once more “I’ll only be able to call you once a month for the 5 months I’m going to be gone” she said he nodded “me too” they both knew this was going to be a hard task however it’s happening to both them..

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Please Assist Me (Chapter 13)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,  Chapter 9, Chapter 10 , Chapter 1, Chapter 12

Warnings: Explicit content

 He Said

Sophia standing there in her underwear in the soft light of my room really took my breath away. I hope I managed to convey my adoration with my words, my eyes, my hands and mouth. 

Once she had removed my shirt, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to me so she was standing between my legs and I could kiss the soft swell of her breasts above her bra. I sucked on her nipples through the pretty lace and reached behind to undo the clasp. Then I sat back and let it fall from her shoulders to the floor before diving back in, groaning as I took each nipple in my mouth in turn. She held me to my task, sinking her hands into my hair, sighing with pleasure.

My hands gripped her by the hips at first before I moved them to her ass and pulled her towards me massaging the firm muscles as I did.  I was already hard but Sophia upped the tension in my groin still further when she moved her legs to either side of mine and slid onto my lap, kissing and grinding against me hard. The wetness I could feel against my boxers made me tremble and I broke from our kiss to beg her to slow down a little. I was actually a little afraid of coming too soon – not your usual older man worry but she was driving me crazy with lust.

“I want this to last and if you keep doing that, it’s gonna be over all too soon! Can we get these off (I gestured to my boxers and her panties) and get under the covers?”

 She giggled and climbed off me, standing in front of me again. I took that as my invitation to help her with the last barrier between us and got on my knees in front of her. I grasped her panties by the waistband and slowly pulled them down, pressing my mouth against the soft hairs on her mound and breathing in.

 “May I taste you?”

 “mmmm always so polite Mr Reeves and yes you may!”

I probed down with my tongue to her opening and tasted the sweet juices there that were flowing. As I moaned and licked up to her clit, rolling my tongue around it, I could hear her sucking in her breath and moaning right along with me.  

She Said

I can’t tell you how wonderful it felt to have a man’s mouth on me again like that. He made me smile with his polite request to taste me – I guess some women don’t like it but as his tongue swirled round my clit and I felt the vibrations against me as he moaned, I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else or with anyone else.

He gazed up at me and briefly stopped to ask permission again.

“Do you want to come like this or …?”

“God yes”

“Turn around and lie on the bed for me then please”

I’d never known a more polite lover! He climbed up beside me then smoothed his hands down from my breasts to my stomach and thighs before he slid down and buried his face in my pussy and started his attack.

As I lay back and let him have his fill of me,  I thanked my lucky stars for his obviously extensive experience. He explored and adored me with languid licks, rapid flicks, gentle kisses and firm presses of his flattened tongue against my clit,   building my arousal to higher and higher levels until I was a panting mess, begging for release. My legs  began to tremble with pleasure and I felt his left hand slip under me to press me up closer into his face. Then he pushed two fingers from his right hand inside me and I instinctively started to thrust my hips up against his face and against his firm fingers, arching my back and throwing my head back on the pillow. The final moment of release came as he curled his fingers gently up against my g spot and sucked, his whole mouth enveloping my pussy. A yelp of joy escaped my lips followed by a long low groan as I came all over his face. He lapped up my juices, still moaning himself yet careful to ease off the pressure so it didn’t become painful for me. I flopped back on the bed, experiencing that weird petit mort sensation of not really being in the land of the living. I heard him crawl back up the bed to lie next to me and then he placed his hand on mine where it lay on my belly, gently squeezing it.

 “OK?”

 I could only nod, my heart was still pounding and my breathing not yet back to normal rhythm. My glazed eyes met his.

 “need a minute” was all I could get out.

 He grinned

 “Pleased with yourself aren’t you?” I chuckled, now able to  make a little more sense of things

 “Maybe” he said leaning over to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead.

 “Well you should be” I offered, that was, well you heard!”

 “mmmm and I tasted your joy too”

 “You like that?”

 “I love it”

 “Well lucky me then!”

  He Said

I said it was all for her and it was, but there’s rarely a purely selfless act is there and the pleasure I got from bringing her to orgasm with my mouth was beyond anything I’d experienced for a very long time. I swear I felt like I could have just stayed down there all night. When she was fucking herself on my fingers, god the juices were so sweet and I knew I had her in the palm of my hand, ready to blow.

Afterwards.I eased her down gently as her moans quieted, crawling up to lie next to her and wait for her to come back to earth.

We lay there for a few quiet moments then Sophia sat up and I felt her hands tugging on my boxers which we still hadn’t removed. I lifted my hips so she could ease them off and kicked them down my legs. Soon she had wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to  move her hand up and down with purpose. She  gripped firmly so that my foreskin came down revealing the head which she rubbed over with fingers wetted with her saliva. I groaned and my hips thrust up instinctively then she released me momentarily, rising up on her knees and  moved to straddle me.

She hovered above me and I reached up to cup her breasts, then she took me in hand again and started to sink down slowly towards my cock. I panicked a bit at that point, realising we hadn’t talked about contraception, so I gripped her hips to stop her.

“Wait, is this OK, don’t we need a condom?”

She shook her head no “I still have a coil, didn’t see the point in removing it ………..and I trust you”

I think I actually growled at that point and pulled her face down to kiss her hard as she eased down slowly.  God she was so hot and tight around me and I lay back and just let her have her way – swaying above me, her hair in wild disarray. She pressed her hands over my heart gaining leverage as her pace increased. I could feel her walls start to flutter and pulse around me and she threw her head back as she came. Afterwards, her pace slowed as she quivered above me and I knew I wanted to finish on top and in control. I flipped her over on her back and sat up on my knees, smoothing over her flanks with my hands.

I thought about just plunging within, then had a better idea - sometimes past experience is a wonderful thing! So instead of the plunge which she might have been expecting,  I lifted her legs and slung them around my hips, then I slipped my hands under her butt, one under each cheek, carefully cupping her. Finally, I lifted her up, up and onto me oh so slowly and as smoothly as I could. The position allowed me to feel every ridge of her vagina around me  - it was beyond wonderful and from the moans escaping from her lips, it was bringing her as much pleasure as me.  Before long though I relented and gently urged her to lay back, moving with her to keep our bodies connected until I was able to give her the anticipated plunge. I pushed in feeling the tip of my cock reach her cervix then pulled almost fully out again before plunging back down. I raised up on my arms and pumped fast and hard as she arched up into each thrust. She grabbed my ass and urged me faster, harder, deeper. And then I swear the world winked out for a second as we came together in a moment of pure bliss. I thought my heart might burst out of my chest and fell back on the sheets, a sheen of sweat on my brow and chest. We grabbed each other’s hands and squeezed as we caught our breath. Gradually our breathing returned enough to normal to speak

 “You OK?”

 “Mmmmmm god yes, still tingling in my fingers and toes!” she said looking across and smiling at me.

 “Worth the wait Mr Reeves, definitely worth the wait!”

 I just squeezed her hand again for the moment. Those three little words were on the tip of my tongue but I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear them or if I was ready to say them. But I could say something else to express how wonderful if was to be with her in this moment as we lay quietly in the aftermath. We were laying on our sides by now - she running her fingertips up and down my arm and me  tracing lazy circles on her stomach.

 “You know, when you’re on your own just chilling and in your own space, at ease with the world?”

 “ah ha”

 “Well, being with you now, like this, I feel just that same sense of ease and well being, you know?  With you I can just be….. and I love that we have this ease with each other. I know you were worried before. I hope you’re not worried now”

 She leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips.

 “No more worries, I promise.  I’m here in the moment, like you said and there’s no-where else I’d rather be”

 “me neither” I replied pulling her into my arms and reaching behind me to flick out the light before drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Always Be My Driver - A RoD Rom-Com [Colt x MC/Logan x MC]. CH 5

Book : RIDE OR DIE

PAIRING : Colt x MC/ Logan x MC

SUMMARY: Emma and Colt have been childhood best friends since forever, they were both inseparable. In middle school they became something more but when Colt had to move with his mom away from LA all the way to Miami, things started to change between them. A small misunderstanding leads to the end of their relationship. 6 years later they meet again at the most unlikely place. Will Emma and Colt be able to mend what has been broken between them? Or will it continue to crash and burn?

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 3262

Chapter Summary: All secrets eventually come to light.

A/N : Posting from my phone so like tag this under #long post. Sorry for any grammatical errors! I didn’t really have the time to double check my work.

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that.

Catch up with the series HERE

Dear Diary,

It’s been a few days since that night in Colt’s room and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. Do I still have feelings for him? Does he still have feelings for me?

Emma shakes her head at the thought.

Gosh I feel like the worst girlfriend ever, I have the best boyfriend in the world, who loves and trusts me. Yet here I am thinking about if Colt Kaneko still has feelings for me. With everything that’s been going on I’ve been debating whether or not I should come clean and tell Logan about it.

*****

Emma stands in front of her vanity mirror putting on the finishing touches of her make up. She and Logan had plans to go out tonight, it was their fourth double date with Riya and Darius and she couldn’t wait to hangout with them, especially if it meant she could get Colt off her mind.

The door to the loft opens and she beams when she sees it Logan walking in. “Hey beautiful, I haven’t seen you all day.” He murmured in a low husky voice while wrapping his arms around her waist and slowly tracing kisses down her neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

Emma Lets out a soft giggle. “But we just saw each other this morning.”

“Has it been that long already?”He continues to nip the side of her neck.

“Mmm... Logan .. Our friends are expecting us at the movies, we’re going to be late if you keep distracting me like this.”

“They can wait.. Right now I need you.” He slowly unties the knot on her robe, letting it fall to the floor leaving only her lingerie on. He spun her around and lifts her on top of the dresser, immediately capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

Emma wraps her leg around his waist, running her hand through his hair, a soft moan escapes her as she feels his warm lips pressed on her bare skin. “Logan, bed now.” She whimpers and he gave her a mischievous grin.

He swiftly lifts her up and carries her to the bed, gently throwing her on the mattress. He quickly takes off his shirt and jeans before getting on top of her. Emma pulls him in for a hungry kiss as Logan’s hand slowly traces tantalizing motions from her jaw then her breast all the way inside the waistband of her laced panties.

“Oh Logan..”

BAM! The door swings right open. Emma immediately pushes Logan off the bed and he falls to the hardwood floor with a loud thud. She grabs the blanket covering her half naked body.

“What the fuck Mona, don’t you knock? People are half naked over here!”

Mona snorts. “Oh please if I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it.”

“What do you want, Mona?” Logan scowls.

“Boss wants to see you before you go out. I suggest you put on some pants before you do.” She grins.

Logan rolls his eyes at Mona before gathering his scattered clothes off the floor. He puts his jeans and shirt back on then heads out the door.

“Piece of advise Em, next time you and pretty boy over there are having at it, make sure you lock the door first. Wouldn’t want the wrong person barging in.”

*****

At the movies Emma and Riya stares at a poster that’s currently featured on the wall. Both the ladies were waiting for the guys to buy their popcorn and drinks. “Is it just me or does Matt Rodriquez looks like he doesn’t age?” Emma admiringly said with her arms crossed.

“I think he could be in his 50’s and still look like his in his late 30’s” Riya replied then turns to see if the guys were done but someone else catches her eye. “Um.. Emma, is it just me or does that guy over there remind you of Colt Kaneko?”

Emma’s breath hitched when she heard his name. Maybe Riya is mistaken, she hasn’t seen him in like forever. Emma slowly turns to where Riya is looking her eyes go wide. Holy Crap, it’s really him. What the hell is he doing here? “Emma are you alright?” But Riya’s words go unheard as she stomps over towards Colt.

“Colt? What are you doing here?”

Colt gives a half shrug. “Why else would someone go to the movies?”

“Wait, why does it sound like the two of you have already met before?” Riya asks with a confused look on her face.

“Well yeah, it’s hard not to run into each other when you live and work under the same roof.” Colt replies then arches an eyebrow at Riya. “I thought you knew?”

Emma closes her face with the palm of her hand, in the weeks since Colt arrived she didn’t mention any of it not even once to Riya during their calls or when they texted.

“Oh really?” Riya turns to Emma quirking an eyebrow at her. “Huh.. Must have slipped my mind.”

A few seconds later a young petite brunette approaches Colt and hooks her arm around his. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, the line at the restroom was just a total nightmare.” She smiles, turning her attention to Emma and Riya, eyeing them from head to toe. “I’m sorry'' Who are you?”

Colt gently slips his arm out from the brunette before introducing them. “Jean, this is Emma and Riya. Their friends of mine back when I lived in LA. Emma and Riya meet Jean, she also goes to MIT.”

“Ah so you two go to school together?” Emma chimes in. “Are you here for summer break?”

“Only for a few days.. Colt promised he’d show me around if I was ever in town.” She replies, looking fondly at Colt. “He sort of owes me after helping him with his robotics project last semester.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll have lost of fun if Colt’s your tour guide.” Emma gives Jean a gingerly smile before giving Colt a look. I hope you fall and hurt yourself, you asshole!

Just then Logan and Darius saunter towards the group holding two large buckets popcorn and a few soft drinks. When Logan notices Colt, he glares at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Not here to see you, if that’s what you’re implying” He answers in a disdain tone then turns to Darius. “Darius, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Colt Kaneko? it’s been so long! Man I’d give you a hug but my hands are tied.” He gestured to the tub of popcorn and drinks in his hand. “How long have you been in town?”

“Okay! While I’d love to see where this reunion is going, don’t forget we have a movie to catch which starts in like 2 minutes.” Emma quickly interrupted. If she had to be in the same place as Colt and his date she’d just lose it. This couldn't get any worse. But she spoke too soon, turns out Colt and his date were watching the same movie too and they were seated right in front of her and Logan. She couldn't keep her eyes off Colt and Jean the whole time, she practically almost missed the first half of the movie. What was it that was bugging her so much?

Halfway towards the end of the movie, Emma sees Jean slowly cozying up to Colt and she didn't know what came over her next but she abruptly gives a strong kicks on Colt's Chair making a thud sound startling him and his date. They both turn to look at her with their eyebrows raised while Logan eyes her suspiciously. "Sorry… I got excited from the scene." She said dryly.

Colt whispers something into his date's ear then shortly after he gets up and walks out of the theatre. Emma anxiously taps her fingers on the arm of the chair. Where does he think he's going?! "Hey I’m out of milk duds." She lied.

“Want me to go out and get some more?”

“No, I’ll get them myself. I need a quick run to the ladies room anyway.” She said giving him a chaste kiss before going out. Emma scans around the hall to see where Colt went. When she does she quickly follows him not realizing where he went. "What do you think you’re doing?!”

"Christ! Emma what are you doing in here?!" Colt jumps up, quickly zipping his pants. "You do know this is the men's room right?"

Holy shit! He's right! It's alright you've been in more humiliating situations before. "Don't change the subject, why are you following me?"

"Uh…I’m not the one in the mens room?" He gives her a sly grin. "What’s this really about, Emma?"

“I.. I don’t know what you mean.” She mumbled nervously with her eyes downcast. Colt scoffed. “You know exactly what I mean.. Did you think I wouldn't notice you intentionally kicking the back of my head just as things between me and Jean were getting comfy? Just admit it Em, you’re jealous.”

Don’t let him get to you. “As if…” She replied with a scoff. “I see something’s haven’t changed, Colt. You’re still as narcissistic as ever.”

“And you still can’t lie to me even if your life depended on it.” He retorts, stepping closer towards her. She could feel her heart pounding as he stands right in front of her, their body’s barely an inch away from each other. Once again they found themselves in the same position as the night before, both gazing into each other’s eyes with a sense of longing and their lips only one move away from a kiss. Do it already, just kiss me.

Colt takes one more step forward slowly leaning in, Emma could feel her heart pounding fast. She closes her eyes ready for what's about to come when she hears the sound of something being pulled out. She opens her eyes and see Colt taking a few pieces of toilet paper from the dispenser behind her. “You were in the way.”

She immediately felt her cheeks flush but tries to hide how embarrassed she was. “Okay.. So I need to go back to the movie before my boyfriend who I love very much gets worried.” She turns on her heels and bites her tongue hoping he wouldn’t notice that she thought he was going to kiss her because the last thing she needed was to be humiliated by Colt.

****

After the movies Emma, Logan, Riya and Darius continued their double date for dinner at a new korean restaurant. They were greeted by a waitress who started taking their orders. “Emma what are you going to order? Logan asked.

But Emma was too busy paying attention to her phone, stalking Colt’s date on pictagram to bother with everyone else around her. So she goes to MIT with Colt and She’s a sophomore. Originally from Boston. Urgh.. She’s a cat person! Well that would never work because Colt’s allergic to cats, plus he’s a dog person just like me. A new picture pops up on her pictagram. No he didn’t is that Barry’s Ice Cream shop? He took her to our favorite ice cream shop! Wait there is no reason to be jealous you’ve taken Logan there plenty of times.

“Earth to Emma!” She finally snaps out of it Her thoughts.“Huh what?”

“It’s your turn to order..” Riya glares at her.

“Oh right um.. So I’ll have the bulgogi and kimchi fried rice and some green tea.” She tells the waitress and hands her back the menu, when she looks around the table everyone is staring at her in a curious way. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No but are you okay? You’ve been acting weird since we left the movies?” Logan asks with a concerned look on his face. “I’m fine..” She sputters. “I need to use the restroom.. Excuse me one moment.”

“I just realized I need to use the restroom too.” Riya said following Emma from behind. When they reach the washroom Emma lets out a loud growl while Riya gives her a questionable look. “Okay what’s going on?” She crosses her arms. “You’ve been acting all weird since we saw Colt at the movies. Which by the way, you didn’t mention was back in town and not only that his dad happens to be your boss?”

“It slipped my mind okay? Besides, I didn’t think it was a big deal that I needed to tell you.”

“Not a big deal? Emma, this is not just some other guy you just met. It’s Colt Kaneko we’re talking about. He was your best friend, he was the first guy you ever loved.”

“We.. We were just kids. Those feelings, they were just part of some teenage phase and I’m over it.”

“Oh really?” Riya gives Emma a pointed look. “Is that why you’ve been stalking his date since we left the movie?”

Emma let out a nervous snort. “I have not.”

“Prove it..” Riya gives Emma a challenging stare with her arms folded on her waist. Emma finally admits defeat and tell every single detail that’s been going on since Colt came back and Riya listens intently.

*******************************

Meanwhile back at their table Logan and Darius both gives each other a questionable look as the girl's head to the washroom. “What was that all about?” Darius asks. “Beats me.” Logan snorts

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you, how do you know Colt?”

“Colt? I met him in 7th grade through Emma. They were pretty inseparable as kids all the way through middle school.” He replies and takes a sip of his drink. “I gotta say Logan, I admire you for being the bigger man.”

“For what?” Logan raises his eyebrows.

“Well you know? Because of their history together? They were practically each other’s first love. Colt even gave her this really expensive bracelet he worked hard for during the summer for her birthday.”

Darius words hit Logan like a knife to the heart, he’s asked Emma before if she and Colt were ever more than just friends and she looked him in the eye and lied to his face. But why? Why would she do that? When Darius realizes that Logan had no idea his eyes go wide open. “Oh man, I’m sorry I thought you knew. Crap Emma is so going to kill me and Riya is..”

“Riya is what?” Riya suddenly interrupts as she approaches the booth with Emma following behind her. “What have you boys been talking about?” She asks as they both plopped back on their seats. Darius looks at Logan who subtly shake his head. “N..Nothing.” He sputters. “I was just telling Logan how excited you always get during our double dates.”

“Huh… and here I thought you boys might have some hot gossip.”

“Oh there was alright.” Logan mutters in a barely audible tone. He stayed quiet for the rest of their time at the restaurant only replying not more than three words when being asked a question. All he could think about was how betrayed he felt, if she lied about this what else did she lie about? So many questions and doubts ran through his mind but he wasn’t going to make a scene while Darius and Riya were around. It’ll just have to wait when they get back.

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The ride back to the loft was awkwardly quiet, Logan didn't feel like talking after what he found out. Emma could feel the tension like something was bothering Logan, he was perfectly fine before she came out of the restroom after her little chat with Riya.

“So… The food at the restaurant was actually really good.” She said trying to break the silence but Logan just stays quiet. “We should go back there sometime, there’s still so many things I want to try.” But she only got a shrug from him as a reply.

They finally reach the auto shop,normally Logan would have his arms around her and they’d make out abit before stepping out but this time was different, without saying a word Logan immediately exits the car slamming the door behind and stomps straight to the loft. Emma quickly follows him from behind. What’s gotten into him?

“Logan what’s going on? You’ve been quiet all night, it’s not like you.” But he still doesn’t answers, his back still facing her. “Please Logan, talk to me. I’m worried.” She stepped closer to him and places a hand on his arm but he shrugs it off.

After a moment he finally spoke in a weak voice. “I love you Em.”

“And I love you, Logan.”

“Then why did you lie to me about Colt?” Emma takes a step back feeling caught off guard by his question. Shit! “You.. You know? How?”

“Darius accidentally let it slip. How long were you planning on lying to me?” Why did you?” I looked you in the face Emma! I asked you and you lied to me!” He snaps, a hurtful look on his face.

“I… I don’t know.. I guess I was afraid.” She said with her eyes downcast while fidgeting with the bracelet on her hand. Logan had a point why did she lie? She had no reason to, she knew Logan would understand and yet she chose to hide the truth from him.

“Afraid? Afraid of what?”

“You and Colt don’t exactly see eye to eye, I didn’t want to make things worse by letting you know our history. Plus it was all in the past and Colt was bound to leave after summer break.. I just.. Please Logan I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She pleads with tears welling in her eyes, her hand still unconsciously fidgeting with the bracelet that Colt gave her, which Logan noticed and then it hits him. “He gave you that didn’t he? That’s the bracelet Darius mentioned.” Emma stops and gives him a regretful look. “You’ve had that since the day we first met.”

“It doesn’t mean anything, it's just an accessory.”

“When you lost it the other day, you almost went crazy just looking for it. That doesn't feel like just an accessory to me. Just tell me the truth Emma, after all this time do you still love him?”

“I’ve known Colt for almost all my life but I’m with you now and I love you, Logan.” She said stepping towards his to reach for his hand but he swipes it away.

“That’s not an answer, just look me in the eye and tell me the truth for once Emma, are you still in love with Colt?” His was voice stern but his eyes shows a different emotion, sadness.

“I… I don’t … I don’t know.” She sputters as tears start to well in her eyes. Why was it so hard to just say no?

Logan takes a step back, running his hands through his hair while his eyes pointedly looks away. At that moment he could feel his heart shattered into a million pieces but he takes a deep breath and quickly pulls himself together. “I think we need to take a break. I’m going away for a few days for a job maybe a week. We should both just use that time to think about what we really want.” He said and walks towards the door stopping mid way to look over his shoulder. “I’ll be sleeping downstairs on the couch tonight, good night Emma.”

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[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Small Triumphs

Summary: On learning that his new girlfriend, Belle, has never had an orgasm with a partner before, Gold is determined to give her the pleasure that she deserves.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: “I’m not stopping until you come.”

Rated: E

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Small Triumphs

Belle French had always had a somewhat complicated relationship with sex, and she supposed that stemmed from her somewhat complicated relationship with Gaston and her somewhat less complicated relationship with literature.

Having devoured every romantic novel she could get her hands on at an age probably far below that of the recommended readership for such books, she had entered into her teenage dream romance with Gaston with certain expectations of how the wonderful world of carnal delights was supposed to be.

Looking back, she knew that she’d set herself up for disappointment straight away, because Gaston’s idea of a romantic evening was waving to her from the football pitch whilst she froze her ass off in the bleachers.

She really shouldn’t have been surprised when the exciting time had arrived and she was ready to lose her virginity and finally be initiated into the knowledge of adult pleasure that she had only experienced by proxy through Harlequin heroines, only to end up rather… unimpressed by the whole affair.

It had taken less than a minute, it had hurt like hell, and she’d definitely not felt the earth move, let alone seen stars. On asking her entirely satisfied partner ‘is that it?’, he had given her a perplexed look and replied with ‘what else is there?’

When Belle had begun to enumerate the various things gleaned from her books, he’d just laughed, rolled over, and started snoring, and Belle had accepted with a sigh that everything she’d read was just wish fulfilment fantasy written by women who were just as disillusioned as she was.

Being from a small town, it was naturally assumed that Belle would marry her high-school sweetheart, pop out three kids in quick succession, and settle down to life as a soccer mom. Belle, however, had other ideas, because she was determined not to settle down to a life in which she never got to experience a blindingly blissful orgasm. The more she read on the subject, the more she became certain that Gaston just wasn’t the heavenly gift to women that he seemed to think he was, and upon purchasing and trying out her first vibrator, she decided that she could definitely do better.

Cue a move across the country to Boston and a series of disastrous internet dates.

Until she met Alistair Gold entirely by accident, because his son had set him up with a profile to help him meet someone and after laughing through the ensuing confusion, she’d discovered that he only lived a few streets away and they’d agreed to meet anyway. Meeting turned into dating, and dating had now, after a long time, turned into sex.

Half-naked and thoroughly aroused, in bed with a new partner for the first time, was probably not the best time to mention one’s sexual hang-ups, but then, Belle French had always had a somewhat complicated relationship with sex and at least if they got it all out in the open now, then they hadn’t lost anything.

“Belle?” Alistair’s brow furrowed as she pushed him away. “What’s up?”

“I, erm, I’ve never had an orgasm with a partner before.” She wasn’t quite sure why she had admitted it, and certainly not why she’d done so at this moment, but at least it was no longer throbbing away in the back of her mind.

Alistair just smiled, pulling her top off over her head and bending to kiss each of her nipples in turn. Belle groaned as they pebbled under his tongue. His smile was a sly one, hungry almost, as if he’d accepted a challenge.

“Well,” he said, kissing his way down her chest and stomach towards the waistband of her panties, “I say we set about remedying that, darling.”

He sounded so confident in the notion, just as Gaston had always been confident when he had told her that, well, he was having a good time so if she wasn’t then that was on her.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, Belle.” Alistair’s voice was barely more than a growl, delicious and husky and sending a shiver down her spine. Belle had to admit that the circumstances were already far more favourable this time around than they’d ever been with Gaston. She was aroused for a start; she could feel her juices soaking through her underwear. “Belle, I swear I’m not going to stop until you come.”

The words alone made her gasp, and she wondered how her teenage self could have got it so wrong. This was far better than the books had ever described, and they hadn’t even got started properly yet.

Alistair pulled her panties down and off before coming back up her body to press kisses to the insides of her thighs and over her mound. Belle jerked her hips up towards him involuntarily, wanting more and more. When he finally parted her folds and licked a long stripe up her slit, she thought she might have died and gone to heaven. This was definitely what they were talking about when they called it la petite mort.

“Do you like that?” Alistair asked from between her legs.

“Yes. Fuck yes. Do it again, please.”

“With pleasure, my dear.” He licked her again, flickering the tip of his tongue over her clit and making her scream out loud with the sensation. It wasn’t the same as her vibrator; it was just as intense but in a different way, the heat from his mouth adding an extra dimension. He kept touching her, alternating the flicks against her clit with long laps, gradually working one finger up inside her entrance. She was so wet already that she took him easily to the knuckle, making her hips wriggle again. When he said he wasn’t going to stop until she came, he evidently meant business.

It was a strange sensation in a way, being able to give herself over entirely to pleasure. No one, well, certainly not Gaston, had ever put this much enthusiastic effort into foreplay before, not even in the books which had taught her all she knew of slightly more satisfactory sex. Gaston had always considered it a chore, an unnecessary delay before the far more important main event, and he would never have gone down on her at all, let alone as wonderfully and seemingly effortlessly as Alistair did.

A second finger joined the first, pushing in and out gently and curling to tease the sweet spot inside. Combined with his tongue still sweeping circles around her clit, Belle didn’t think that it would take much more before she exploded with lust and desire and the general euphoria of Oh God Alistair That Feels So Fucking Good!

It was only after she’d come down from the blissful high of her orgasm that she realised she’d screamed that last one out loud at the top of her lungs.

Alistair grinned up at her from between her thighs as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and licked her juices off his hand.

“I’m very glad to have been of assistance.”

“Far more than that, I promise you.” She beckoned him back up to her lips to steal a kiss, and Alistair gladly obliged, his tongue on hers giving her a taste of her own pleasure. Belle reached down between them to cup his hard cock through his boxers, making him groan against her mouth.

“I think it’s time I was of assistance too.”

“Oh yes, please!”

She pushed him over onto his back, his boxers being quickly discarded as condoms were sourced. The head of his cock was already flushed deep red in anticipation, a little fluid leaking from the tip. Belle straddled him, bracing one hand on his quivering belly as she guided him inside.

He was bigger than Gaston, which was hardly surprising given the amount of steroids her ex had been taking to make the rest of him bigger, but Belle felt no pain. She was stretched and full, certainly, but as she began to roll her hips and Alistair’s bucked up to meet her, she was so wet and ready for him that everything just felt right, as if they’d been made from the same mould and designed to fit together perfectly.

“Oh Belle, sweetheart, you’re a bloody angel, did you know that? Oh, Belle.”

Her name became a moan and his hips stilled, his fingers on her waist digging in. It was oddly cute, how quiet he was when he came, but then again, she’d definitely been making enough noise for the both of them.

After a few minutes of panting silence, Alistair opened his eyes, dark with sex, and grabbed the base of the condom so that Belle could let him slip out of her and collapse by his side. He pulled her in close, snaking his arms around her and peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses.

“So, is this it then?” Belle asked, getting comfortable and not intending to let go of her lover unless she absolutely had to.

“What?” Alistair sounded sleepily confused. Or perhaps just sleepy.

“You said you weren’t going to stop until I came. I’ve come now, so…”

She flashed him a cheeky little grin and Alistair just growled.

“Little minx. And no, I can think of several other ways to make you come that I want to try out.” He pinched her nipple, rubbing the pad of his thumb over it as she wriggled with delight.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I. Especially if you’re going to make all those delicious noises again.”

“Yeah. I probably scared your neighbours.”

“Let them be scared. I don’t care if the entire world knows that I have a very beautiful woman in my bed. And if they happen to know that she thoroughly enjoys being in my bed, well, I won’t say no to the ego-stroking.” Belle reached down and palmed his soft cock. “I won’t say no to that kind of stroking either; just give me half an hour to get my breath back.”

Belle just laughed and leaned in to kiss him again. Yes, she thoroughly enjoyed being in Alistair Gold’s bed.

[alitheamateur]

Turning the Tables

Characters: Colton Ritter/Liv Elliott

Warnings: NSFW. SMUT. DIRTY, DIRTY COLTON.

Summary: We all know Liv is the lady of the when it comes to ruling under their roof. But this time, Colt just needs to see his bold, sure, Liv begging for his mercy.

A/N: THANK YOU ANON, for this awesome request. I hope you enjoy!! I typed the entire thing on my phone within a matter of hours because I was itching to write it so badly 😂

Poor girl. I nearly drowned her on our run this afternoon. Leave it to me, the asshole, to skip out on checking the weather beforehand. Three cheers for boyfriend of the year, Ritter. She was definitely not gleeful about having to sprint over a mile in return back to the house with brutal pellets of Spring ran beating into her bare shoulders. But, her little blue chattering lips once we finally reached the safe space of our dry kitchen did make me smile. Behind her back, but I smiled nonetheless.

Livvy darted straight for the downstairs shower, her soaking tank-top plopping with a splat onto the tile, making me nearly slip to my ass from the puddling rainwater. I didn’t make it to the warm confines of her scorching shower before she locked me out. Access denied. She plays this little game, putting on a dutiful face of anger & displeasure, knowing my sorry ass will kiss her holy feet to make it all better. I know, right? Who the fuck am I these days?

Hers. And that’s all I ever care about being again.

BUT, she can’t be the only one to play the games. She knows I have a pretty competitive game face myself, and I won’t let that little pouting princess have all the fun. Not tonight. The pumping thunder of the storm outside has the afternoon sky resembling more of the nighttime hours, and the dripping, goosebumps on the side of her topless breast as she bounced down the hall stirred me.

I waited for the unlatching click of the lock, and wafting steam rolled from the door when she stepped out. I’m bringing my A game. She loves these ratty as shit sweatpants from Mac’s, and I slid the bed comforter into the dryer while she was thawing under the warm spout. She loves it when I do that. Crawling into the fluff of a heated bed makes her almost purr with happiness.

“Livvy, baby? Hey, I’m in the bedroom.” I cleared my throat & pulled off my own soggy t-shirt.

She peeped around the door frame, comb lines through her golden hair. She’s cut it shoulder length against how I thought I preferred it, but I love the way it frames around her soft face.

“I’m gonna make a quick cup of coffee. Ya’ know, before I catch pneumonia.”

Damn it, her comes the snark. She’s ready to make some demands, I can tell it in her sure voice. I make up my mind fully to turn the tables. Just for tonight. I love her independent, broad mind. Truly, she keeps me in check, & I’d be fucked without her. But, I need those lips to beg me tonight.

I had a few extra minutes to spare, and I needed to really send her reeling.

Do some push-ups or something Ritter, get a sweat going. Fuck no, you prick. Don’t be that meathead douche.

Think. Think.

I felt myself get hard with the anticipation of her & what I intended to come, so I used it to my advantage. Bouncing quickly from under the covers, I ran towards to kitchen. She stood at a gentle lean against the counter, her back towards me watching the drips of her French vanilla blend fall into her favorite mug. I loved the way she fit so petite into the span of my arms, so I tip-toed stealthily to encase her. Making a point to lean into her with my excited lap first.

She tried to chew her lip & stifle the little squeak of arouse it caused her, but I saw her curved lashes close over her dangerous green eyes in the reflection of the steel toaster on the counter. I was winning already.

“Head to the bedroom, baby. I got the bed all warm. I’ll grab your cup & the green candle that nearly chokes me from the coffee table. I know how much you like it.”

The key was making her think she was dealing with apologetic, cowering Colton. But, he was only a disguise for the mischievous bear waiting to make an entrance. How many times has this girl had me on my knees? Most times, I caused the groveling so I’ll own those fucking colossal mistakes. However, I’ve lost count on the occasions I could’ve cried when I was between her heavenly legs.

Liv’s body shuddered & I could hear her thick swallow as I was curved into her neck. I made it no point any longer to try & hide the long inhales I took of her flowery smell. She knew it was my favorite, most familiar sense of home.

I wrapped my scarred knuckles playfully around her loose hair, and kissed the silken patch of skin behind her ear before she dismissed herself.

All requirements in tow after the final sputters of coffee poured from the pot, I marched to her. Her painted toes were buried under the heavy bedsheets, her neck covered to the chin like an Eskimo. I heard the key up of Pretty Woman on the t.v., and my manly ego nearly regurgitated. But, I didn’t have any intentions to let her watch much of the film for the 42nd time regardless.

“Got any room for me under there?” I ran my hand through my damp hair and purposely adjusted the loose waistband of my sagging sweats to kidnap her attention.

“What’s in it for me?”

Oh, honey. You got no idea what’s about to unfold.

“You know there’s nothing warmer than me, baby. C’mon now. I’m sorry about the rain! It’s my fault. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Way to stand your ground, Ritter. We see who’s in control here.

She tossed back the spread on my side of our California king, and pat the wrinkled lines of her indention in the mattress. With no time, or patience, to waste I climbed in beside her & immediately reached for the cotton tightness of her leggings. Discarding the unwanted clothing to the foot of the bed, I smiled darkly not hiding those demons behind my eyes. Sometimes they came in handy.

I licked over my lips, coating them generously, before I latched onto the skin where her thighs met her warm sex. Liv’s back arched off the bed like a woman carnally possessed at the sensation of my teeth sucking into her flesh. She knew I was needy when it came to the taste of her on my mouth.

I wanted to play her slow, in a way that forced her body to spiral & clutter with need. So, I pulled back to allow her sexually spasming muscles to find relief. Kissing my way up the bone of her pelvis, to the tiny dip of her belly button, then wallowing my head under the oversized fit of her t-shirt to ghost the tiniest tip of my tongue between the valley of her heavy breasts. Her whispering exhales teetered the line of a moan, and I felt her heartbeat dancing inside her chest.

“How about a nap, 2-1? I’m pretty beat.”

My lovers every inch froze. Every feathering touch of my lips had ignited her with gallons of gasoline, and the wildfire couldn’t be stopped. I could tell she was blindsided by my unsubtle shift in direction exactly the way I wanted.

“Wait a minute,” she needfully whined. Her voice lifted an octave & it painted over me like a cold paintbrush, causing prickles all over my skin.

“What’s that, baby?”

“I’m... I’m not ready for a nap yet, Colt...”

Let the games begin.

“Well what is it my girl needs then, huh? What are you ready for? Wanna finish the movie first?”

Her limbs squirmed nervously, wrestling with the words she wanted to say. But, I could see traces of pride on her face. Would she break that easily?

“Yeah. Exactly! I just wanna finish the movie. That’s all.”

Fuck. She won’t break that easy, you bastard.

I resentfully took my place next to her on the cool pillow, and opened the bend of my arm for her to nuzzle into as the movie played in the background. I traveled to the deepest cavern of my mind for any weapons of mass eruption I could use against her valiant efforts of resistance. With one arm bent behind me against the headboard and my thoughts at war, I fretted internally. She always liked her hair twirled around my finger before she fell asleep, so I trusted the usually successful tactic.

Still, no reaction on her stoic face as she gazed & giggled at Julia Roberts on our bedroom flatscreen.

Trying to focus so intently on all the ways I could break down her wall, I instead trailed off on the countless ways she drove me utterly insane with her feminine antics, once again the ripple effect landing between my legs. I’d bust if she didn’t cave into me sooner rather than later.

Lowering deeper into the soft bed, I rolled onto my side dangerously near the opening of her ear. My hands & mouth danced in unison, one on the point of her pert nipple, the other lapping on her lobe. I heard her fingers scrapping against the thread of white sheets, and her toes curled.

“Does my pretty baby like that, huh?” My gravely questions seemed to inject directly into her veins like vicious poison.

“Does my Livvy girl like the way that feels?”

I was never, ever a man of poetic manner, but I knew it meant worlds to her when I made some conscious effort to try & use my words like a actual adult. Even if it meant using them to my full advantage in the most salacious of ways.

She never answered my questions, not even so much as opened her sealed eyes. But I planned to break her silence.

I walked two fingers, one in front of the other like the ‘itsy-bitsy spider’ south toward her seeping center. Intruding with my pointer finger inside the band of her laced-trimmed panties, Liv licked over her dry, panting mouth. I could feel the pooling of her pleasure between her velvet folds, and I slid gentle circles around the bundle of sensitive nerves. Sweaty beads of gleaming sweat gathered on her forehead, the perfect bones of her cheeks puffed with red the more I toyed with her release, but she still remained collected.

I escaped from the glossy squeeze between her thighs & winked to her as she laid on her back in disbelief. The lick of her wetness from my finger may have struck her every desire, but it was actually more of a treat for myself rather than her.

“What do you think you’re doing, Ritter?” She elevated on the point of her elbows, her lids heavy with lust.

“I’m disturbing your movie. My bad, babe. I’ll behave. I really am sorry. Unless....”

The static electricity from the pillow case flowed through her hair as she waited for my offer to fall on the table.

“.......unless?”

“Unless you want me to get down there & suck out every last little drop of sweetness you’re keeping from me between those gorgeous legs.”

Her eyes took the shape of glassy marbles. My girls shyness with my sailor mouth never got old.

A storm brewed inside her, and she couldn’t deny how bad she wanted me if she tried. But I’d make her say it. I’d make her grovel just this once.

Giving her ample time to make her final decision, she never uttered a sound. So, I climbed from beneath the bubble of warmth under the blankets and dismissed myself.

“Imma grab a shower, then maybe I can head out & grab a bite for us if you want.”

Liv leaped with the speed of a lioness on attack to protect her young to stop my escape.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” She treated & swiftly pulled off the cover of her t-shirt.

“What’s that? I have no idea what you mean, baby...”

With one gracious motion she stood up shaking loose her hair, her round tits shaking with the aftershock. Her fight training had definitely fallen to her advantage as she took my broad arm in the lock of a submission move, weakening my knees and sending me to the floor.

“You know what, you clever little bastard. Finish what you started, Ritter.”

There was fury in her voice, and power in the fist she knotted into the hair on top of my head. Here I was again, bending the knee to worship her perfectly curved body.

“Beg.” I boldly protested against her sharp demands.

She knew it’s what I wanted. The entire time she could see it’s what I was working for.

I kissed her lips once more, lingering a bit just for the taste, then backed away to look upward at her.

“Let’s hear it, baby. I know how bad you need it. It’s dripping down my chin, in fact.”

“Please.”

Step one.

“Please what, Livvy. I’m ready & willin’, baby. Just ask.”

“Please... you know...”

Step two.

Her polite little mouth just couldn’t allow the words release. I eyeballed her, batting my eyes in genuine laughter at the way she kept such a shy demeanor when it came to our sex life. Even considering the many ways we had tarnished nearly every service within a 10-mile radius.

“Damn it, Colt! Make me come already! Please! Make me come!!”

It was an angry, resentful, desperate cry, but immediately my every pulsating cell exploded. My pupils swelled with evil satisfaction at the feeling of her needing me in such a raw way. Immediately, a victim to my lack of self control, I pummeled my face to her core. I wanted to shower in the hot, sugary sensation of all things Liv. She laughed out loud, resembling a twisted woman controlled by the darkness of her lusts. My thumbs pushed into her thighs in effort to keep her wobbly legs standing, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before a bright pink blush would rash all over her body with the arrival of her orgasm.

“More, Colton! Just one more minute. I’m begging you. Don’t stop!”

Pushing into her entrance with a widened tongue, seconds later my beautiful Livvy’s screams bounced from wall to wall in the tranquil privacy of our little house on the corner. And as for me, I spent the rest of our stormy, Spring afternoon groveling for her mercy.

Tags: @torialeysha @eap1935 @littleluna98 @mollybegger-blog

[redinkofshame]

Hey, does anyone remember this post?

I’m super late for @dadrunkwriting this week, but at least I’m drunk posting this young, cocky, hot-blooded DJ Solas smut anyway! 

Here’s her outfit, and here’s a song for mood.

Thanks for the petition, @consumed-by-veilfire and @thevikingwoman

Solas’ equipment was on a raised platform overseeing the dance floor. Before him was a sea of bodies, writhing in a haze of fog machines and intoxication. They were here to lose themselves in the music that shook the rafters. It was a simple thing, really, to control the waves of the crowd with each drop of the bass.

She was no exception.

He didn’t know her, didn’t recognize her from his countless nights spent as DJ Dreadwolf in Tarasyl’an Te’las, the hottest nightclub in town. He guessed she was no stranger to the club scene, though; she clearly loved it.

She was dressed to kill in a skintight pleather miniskirt and a flowy tank that threatened to expose her with every move. Only her footwear was practical -- a necessity at the rate she was going.

She’d been on the floor for nearly ninety minutes, he’d guess. She was here with her friends, who alternated between gyrating on the dance floor and waiting for drinks by the bar. Gaggles of drunken girls were good for business, so Solas played his part. He encouraged the girls by sniffing out their taste; he paid attention to which songs excited them into shaking it to the music, and which bored them, leaving them two-stepping disinterestedly, or leaving to refill their glass.

His girl stayed through it all, though. He watched her steal a sip or two of her of her friends’ drinks, but she never got one of her own. He watched as the colorful lights reflected off her vallaslin, which seemed to be metallic, though he couldn’t guess the color. She wasn’t the most graceful, and her rhythm was sometimes clumsy, but her focus was indomitable -- she kept going long after her face was red and she was panting for breath.

Whenever her friends were by the bar the dogs would close in on her, men trying to bump and grind now that she was separated from the herd. Solas watched in amusement as she gave a few of them a shot, only to turn them away when they went in for the kill. He could practically read her lips from here: She was only here to dance.

And he was happy to give her what she wanted.

His hands played on the turntables as if casting a spell. He knew her moved by now; a flick of his wrist and she bounced with the beat, a turn of his fingers and she twisted with the melody. He played her body, although just when he thought he has her she would surprise him, breaking pattern to try something new.

He… May have gotten carried away once he discovered a snippet that made her jiggle just so, turning the record to watch her do it again and again… Until she came to a full stop and turned to look him dead in the eye, as if to say: Really?

He wished he could have stopped the sheepish grin from spreading on his face. At least the darkness would make it impossible for her to see how his cheeks burned at getting caught in his game. He let the song go, and she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her friends, gaze low to shield her eyes from the glare of the strobe lights.

Solas ignored that part of the dance floor for a time, focusing only on his work here.

Although… Normally no one noticed the DJ in his booth, much less suspected him of being mischievous. If she had known what he was up to, then she’d certainly been content to play along all night.

It was an intriguing thought.

Distracted as he was, he didn’t see her approach him. He looked up, and suddenly she was there, looking up at him from just below his dais. She didn’t try to speak over the din, merely held up her phone, on which was a message; a song request.

He couldn’t say much for her taste, but he shrugged to show that he got the message. She gave him a wry smile before walking away.

The song was insipid, and he would have to check to see if he even had such a thing… Or download it.

He found it, but that didn’t mean he had to play it for her. He didn’t really do requests, and it would injure his pride to play such a piece of outdated mainstream garbage. He hadn’t spent hundreds of hours assembling his unique catalog for this.

So why, then, did he find himself queueing it up before the next was was even half over?

He kept one ear to his headphones and one to the speakers, determined to spin it in such a way as to make the best of it.

His remix efforts were well worth it, in the end. As soon as the first notes filled the room her girlfriends started cheering and hooting expectantly. He couldn’t help but watch as she climbed in to one of the dance cages that were scattered around the perimeter of the dance floor.

She didn’t disappoint, grabbing the bars as she swung her hips more than suggestively. She dipped low, and he saw a flash of pale inner thigh as her knees moved apart before she was moving again, undulating to the music. He couldn’t help but agree when one of her friends shouted that she was a ‘how mess’. It only seemed to encourage her provocative behavior. She was a font of endless energy, never tiring as she twerked, smiling at her friends.

As luck would have it, when she faced her friends her superb ass faced him. He couldn’t help himself -- he cut in a snippet of a cond, a rapper telling all the girls at the club to slap their ass. Half the women (and some of the others) on the dancefloor did as commanded; including her.

When, towards the end of her song, Solas played it again, his girl looked over her shoulder at him and smacked her own ass so hard he could hear it. The club was so loud he might have imagined it, but the jiggle was enough to make him picture her pale, pert skin reddened.

He swallowed hard.

When the song ended he watched her climb out of the cage and into the arms of her laughing friends. They beelined for the bar, his breathless girl going with them for once.

Solas focused on other things, determined not to get caught watching her again. He should not allow himself to get so distracted.

But moments later he could feel eyes on him, and he turned to look. The eyes were hers, and they jolted him from across the room like a bolt of lightning. He’d thought it’d been the prismatic lights that had made her eyes glint so before, but even under the somber yellow bar lights they were captivatingly bright under stormy dark smudges of eyeshadow. Sweat had her choppy black hair sticking up at odd angles, and her face was still red with exertion as she nursed a plastic cup of tap water.

She was leaning her elbows back on the bar and smiling playfully. She nodded once: Hey.

Solas returned the nod. And the smile.

Her gaze skimmed him up and down, and then she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. The invitation was blatant.

His pulse jumped. He jerked his head towards the hallway, eyes on her.

She didn’t react immediately, turning to say something to one of her friends. Solas  set his sound system to a default playlist of mash-ups he’d created himself and quickly jumped down from the booth, seeking her eyes again.

She looked surprised for only a second before she pressed her lips together in amusement. He quickly made his way to the hallway. When he looked over his shoulder she was hurriedly passing her cup to a friend.

He grinned wolfishly.

He heard her steps in the hallway behind him as he took long strides towards the entrance. He turned a corner and ducked in to the walk-in closet that served as the coat check; it wasn’t the first time he’d used it for this sort of thing. At least it was empty this time.

He heard her turn the corner and hesitate. As she approached the doors that led into the night outside he reached out to stop her, catching her elbow.

She spun, grinned, and let herself be pulled into the closet. He barely got the door closed behind them before she was on him.

She ran her hands up him, fast and and greedy, and he felt her teeth just above his collar bone before he had time to react. He groaned, his blood rising. He grabbed her, roughly pulling her against him. He bent to take her neck mercilessly, privately hoping his teeth and tongue would leave marks to remember him by.  

He grabbed her ass, squeezing hungrily through the cheap pleather. When her hand began stroking his cock through his jeans he yanked her shirt down to expose her tits, fondling them with his free hand.

They stayed like that for a second, pawing like animals in the dark. The distant thrum of music accompanied their heavy panting as he thumbed her nipple and she squeeze the head of his cock through the denim. She undid his fly impatiently and he helped pull his length up above the waistband of his boxers. Her hum of approval as she ran her hand from base to tip was satisfying -- that she only did it once before turning away was not.

Need had him grabbing her hips, grinding his shaft against her as she stretched out her arms into the racks of jackets, clearly looking for something by feel. He was starting to wonder if she got off on petty theft before she found what she was looking for, deftly reaching into a pocket and pulling out a condom she’d obviously known was there.

He snatched it from her, tearing open the package; he’d planned to use his own, but maybe she had a preference, and he wasn’t picky. As he slipped it on she stretched again to grab the rack between hangers to anchor herself as she arched her back, ass in the air invitingly.

The light that streamed in from the cracks of the door light up only a part of the look she gave him over her shoulder, but it was more than enough to send a shock of tension straight to his cock.

Fuck.

He hiked her skirt up above her hips and yanked aside damp panties. He slid easily into her wet heat. She gasped, the sound muffled by all the insulating fabric around them. Solas wasted no time, pulling her hips against him again and again as his pants gradually slid down.

He fucked her to the beat of the bass, his music still blaring down the hall. The rack of coats swayed with each thrust a few hangers clattering to the ground. He pushed harder and harder, wanting to hear her, but frustratingly she bit her lips together and offered him only muffled whimpers and moans.

Solas groaned in effort as he tried to keep himself together. She felt great, looked great hanging there half buried in clothing. His senses seemed to heighten, attuning to every hitch of breath and slap of skin, desperate to sense her come so that he could allow himself to as well.

Finally she did, her hips bucking as she let out a rush of breath. His sac tightened with anticipated relief--

But before he could finish riding her through her orgasm she twisted away. A surge of thoughts broke him out of his sexed stuppor; confused that maybe he’d fallen out, frustration at stopping so close, concern that he’d upset or hurt her…

That last thought grew as she dropped to her knees, then it vanished as she pulled off the condom and slid his cock completely into her mouth with one smooth motion.

He held his breath as she somehow deepthroated ever inch of him while staring up at him with those stormy eyes, her fingers wrapped tight around the base of his shaft.

He wanted to warn her before he came--it was only polite--but it hit him so hard and fast that he didn’t have the chance. His release shuddered through him as he filled her mouth with it. He felt her swallow around him even as she pumped his shaft until there was nothing left in him but hazy pleasure.

He let the satisfaction wash over him as he caught his breath.

“Hey,” he heard her say casually bellow him, breaking the silence.He opened his eyes and looked down at her, unaware he had closed them. She was grinning again, a tiny fleck of cum on her lip. “I’m Keria.”

[gingerstorm101]

Remind Me

He bought the ticket on a whim; he wasn’t going anywhere, but it was the only way he was allowed inside the airport. He had to find her before her plane took off, he couldn’t let her go without him saying anything. He couldn’t let her go. Not again. Not after everything they’ve been through. Not with everything he felt in his heart. He looks down at the ticket in his hand. San Diego, Gate 7 leaving at 7:30pm. He looks at his watch; 7:15. He has to hurry.

He runs through the building like it’s on fire, ticket clenched tightly in his hand. He continues down the hallway until he comes to a sign that reads ‘Gate 9’. “Fuck!” He exclaims under his breath, He twists around and accidentally bumps another man. He says a hurried “Sorry!” as he runs the opposite way, searching for a sign, any sign, that will lead him to her.

He spins where he stands again, finding the sign that reads ‘Gates 6, 7, & 8’ on the far side of the room. “Fuck!” He shouts again, taking a running start towards his destination.

He checks his watch, he curses again, sprinting to the seventh gate. It takes him only a minute to reach the gate, then calls out her name. “Scully!” He doesn’t get a response. When he closes in on the area, he calls out again. Every head raised to look at him, but he can’t see the hair he could pick out in a crowd. “Scully!” He shouts at the top of his lungs, panicking. Maybe he was too late; maybe he lost her for good this time.

“Mulder” comes a soft voice from behind him.

He turns around, his eyes falling on the petite red-head in front of him. “Scully”, he breathes, his voice rough from his cries.

She slowly steps toward him without a word, but her steps become faster as they get closer until her arms are wrapped around his neck and her hungry lips are on his. His strong arms encircle her small body and he lifts her up as she hooks her ankles behind his back. They hold onto each other for dear life without a notice of their surroundings. Seemingly out of nowhere, they hear a man yell “Get a room!” from across the way.

She is the first to break apart for air, burying her nose into his neck, taking a deep breath in. He settles himself into the curve of her neck, kissing her just in right way to make her shiver.

“Been so long that you’d forgotten the way I used to kiss your neck.” He whispers, his lips brushing against her delicate skin.

He could barely hear it when she whispers into his neck. “Remind me, remind me.”

“So on fire, so in love, way back when we couldn’t get enough.” He squeezes his eyes shut, remembering those days, back in the 90s when things were so much easier. Hard to believe it was only 10 years ago.

Her breath tickles his neck when she repeats his words. “Remind me, remind me.”

They hold onto each other, face buried in each other’s warm neck and distancing themselves from the reality around them. Over the intercom, they don’t hear the flight announcement, “Flight 246 to San Diego now boarding.” They stay like this, holding each other close as the people move around them, beginning to board the plane outside.

He squeezes his arms around her waist, breathing in her shampoo he has come to know and love, and pressing his lips against her pulse. Her thighs press into his hips in response, and he has to do everything in his power to stop his blood from rushing south. She detaches him from her neck, blinks once then place her lips back onto his, massaging his mouth, probing with her tongue for entrance.

Her insistence defeats all the effort he put into not getting a hard on. He gives up and opens his mouth for her, their tongue brushing against one another. Lost in their own world.

“Last call for Flight 246 to San Diego.”

“Scully,” He says between kisses. “You’re flight.” She doesn’t say anything, but she presses her forehead against his, staring deep into his eyes. He understands her meaning; they have one more night.

And if he has his way, she won’t leave him behind this time.

Behind them, the door closes.

***

The street lamps outside illuminate the bedroom as the two hastily makes their way to the bed in the middle of the room, their lips locking together and their bodies pressed up against each other. He pulls at the hem of her shirt when the back of her knees hits the bed. She reluctantly breaks from his lips to help take it off. With it finally over her head and on the floor beside her, she works at getting his shirt off, her fingers brushing against the muscles in his abs.

He grabs her hips and lifts her onto the bed. She rolls her body into the middle where he joins her, leaning in for a kiss. “Do you remember how it use to be? We’d turn out the lights and we didn’t just sleep?” She breathes against his lips.

“Remind me, baby, remind me.” He says, kissing down her body, swirling his tongue around her navel, before undoing the button to her jeans and pulling them down her legs. He teases his way up to her thighs, kissing the insides and then her cotton covered lips, moist with want. She arches her back as she moans his name. She grabs his hair to pull him up closer to her, instantly going for his belt when she can reach.

With the belt finally undone, Scully pushes the jeans around his ankles with her feet and flips him onto his back. He kicks off his pants, letting them fall to the floor at the end of the bed. She teases his chest, running her tongue over his nipple and causing his hips to jerk, pressing his erection against her center. They both moan. “Oh, so in fire, so in love.” She whispers, gazing into his eyes and the familiar look in them. “That look in your eye that I miss so much.”

“Remind me, baby, remind me.” His voice husky with need. She scoots back, sitting on his thighs, his fingers tickling her waist. They sit there in their underwear, gazing into each other’s eyes, fingers dancing across skin, lightly teasing each other. He tickles her slightly, making her squirm just a little bit causing her to lean into his erection. A low moan escapes his lips and a sudden jerk of his hips makes her moan in return.

She leans forward, her mouth hovering over his. “Do you remember the way it felt?” She asks with hooded eyes, feeling his hands come around to squeeze her ass.

He lifts his head, lightly pressing his lips to hers before whispering, “You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves?” He pulls at the waistband of her panties with one hand, while the other snakes up her back to her bra, successfully unclips it and tosses it to the floor behind her. With one barrier gone, she sets to work on his boxers, hooking her fingers under the waistband and tugs down. With her help it doesn’t take long to get them to his feet and on the floor with his kicking and wiggling.

With his garments gone, he flips her over, presses his cock to her covered entrance and hungerally attacks her mouth. She willingly accepts him, encourages him with the probing of her tongue, and moves his hands down to her undergarments to remind him that she still has them on. He rubs his member against her, rotating his hips and feeling the moisture seep through the cotten. “Mulder, please.” She whines when he pulls back to take a deep breath. He smirks down at her, remembering the last time she begged him in a similar manner.

---i stopped editing here last night because i was exhausted, sorry. I will continue this morning.

He sits back on his heels, catching the gleam in her eye. Bringing her ankle up to his mouth, he kisses the outside of her foot. She struggles in his grasp as his lips tickle her, his face narrowly missing her heel as it shoots forward, almost getting him in the jaw. He mocks glares at her, holding her legs up as he reaches down to hook his fingers around her panties and pulls them to her toes, successfully flinging them to the floor.

He runs his tongue over his lips as he looks down upon her, her who was all for him, in their past, and now in their future (He hopes). His biggest fear is her running off to San Diego, that she wouldn’t come back. He puts that in the back of his mind and focuses on the task at hand. He shifts back on his bed, crouching forward to kiss her inner thighs, each kiss closer to her entrance. He kisses her folds once, twice, then runs his tongue along her. He smirks when she grabs his hair, tugging hard as she moans loudly. His fingers play with her thighs, creeping closer before they lay below his mouth. Without a word, his middle finger enters her, her back arching and fingers scraping his scalp.

He smirks against her, licking her clit. “Oh, how I love to watch you squirm.” She lifts her head, raising a brow at him, watching as he positions his upper body between her legs. Curling his finger, he rapidly pistons it, pounding his hand against her open legs. He can’t take his eyes off of her; her hair flared across his pillow, her mouth open in a silent scream, her back dangerously arching, and her legs spread wide before him. Nothing more beautiful than this. And he had missed it. This part of her that she gives him during these most intimate moments, he never wants to lose again. “Cum for me, Scully.”

Lowering his head, he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Hard. He feels the tension in her body grow as he thrusts his finger into her petite body.  She is close. He adds his tongue to the mix, swirling it around her clit. The tension grows for a moment before he hears it, her scream of his name as she finally orgasms. God, the neighbours might hear them.

He crawls up her body, kissing her stomach, breast, and finally her lips. His erection painfully hard, bumps against her swollen clit as he raises himself closer to her. “Better darling?”

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, and hums. He grinds his pelvis against her own, coating his member in her slick orgasm. He reaches down for a kiss, his hand coming up to squeeze her breast. She wraps her legs around his waist as she moans into his kiss, hooking her ankles together and rubbing against him.

His hips jerk against her, causing them to moan in unison. She reaches down to grasp him in her hand. He stops her the moment she brushes the head. “You do that and it’ll be over before we start.” He smirks, leaning down to capture her lips.

“Then you better get started if you wanted to stay on top.” She whispers, rubbing herself against him again. She loosens her grip on his waist as he leans back, taking himself in his hand. He lines himself up, eyes flickering to her face as he slowly enters her and watching her jaw drop as he pushes himself to the hilt. Around his waist, he feels her tighten her thighs, pulling him closer.

Gasping, he leans forward, capturing her lips once again. “You’d wake in my old t-shirt, all those mornings I was late for work.” He didn’t have to hear her to know what she was thinking. Their late night activities usually kept them up way past their bedtime, walking in late to work, coffee in hand, and bags under their eyes. Together. With a playful smirk on their face.

He thrust once, twice, three times, slowly meeting their bodies, moaning into her mouth, welcoming the warmth of her body. He didn’t need to be asked twice for if he missed this, missed her. He missed everything about her. The way she pulled his hair, the way she squeezed his ass when he made love to her. Everything. Even the way they bickered as if they had been married for 50 years, even for a couple in their mid 40’s.

Her nails scrape along his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Breaking from their lip lock, his kisses down her neck to her chest, taking a perked nipple in his mouth. He starts to feel that familiar tension in his partner, his wife, and knows that she is close. He speeds up his pace, the sound of the slap slap slap of their skin is the only thing he hears as they get closer.

He returns to the kiss, grunting, as she tightens around him, pushing him over the edge to finish inside her. “Baby, remind me.”

A huge thanks to @dana-katherine-sculder for being my co-writer in this! It’s been over 5 years since I’ve written anything like this, so a second pair of eyes was definitely needed. Thank you again hun!

[midnightmusings13]

Jesse’s Girl 2 // Bechloe Fanfiction

*RATED M* WORD COUNT: 1068 

find part 1 here 

The Uber ride to campus is quiet, and Chloe is confident that even the driver can feel the tension radiating from the back seat. Once back at school, Chloe practically drags Beca to her dorm room, knowing that it will be empty because Aubrey is still at the bar. She lets Beca in, and locks the door securely behind herself, hoping her roommate will get the hint and leave them alone when she comes back. She turns, and this time Beca has her against the wall, straining to reach her lips. Chloe leans down a little, but Beca wants control and pushes up against her, pinning her hands to her sides. Their kisses are hot and passionate, but sometimes sloppy as they nip the corners of each other’s mouths. Beca momentarily forgets about being dominant and releases Chloe’s hands as she reaches for her breasts, running her thumbs over the buds that stand out against the of the fabric and Chloe shirt. Chloe moans, and seizes the freedom of her hands to put them on Beca’s shoulders and push her towards the bed.

They back up until Beca’s knees hit the mattress, and she sits, pulling Chloe down with her. The redhead takes this moment to look into Beca’s eyes and take in her body. They sit, surveying each other, each mentally planning what to do next to the other. Chloe reaches over and runs her fingers down Beca’s cheek tenderly, taking in the moment. “If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right.” The older girl says. Everything they’ve done so far, besides the initial shocking kiss, has been rushed, and Chloe wants to remember every second. She places her hands on Beca’s hips and pulls the petite girl into her lap, kissing her softly. Her hands find their way up the back of Beca’s shirt and glide up and down her soft skin. Beca’s hands land in Chloe’s hair, pulling and grabbing gently, bringing Chloe as close to her face as possible.

Chloe toys with the edges Beca’s jacket, which she’s still wearing. Beca sheds it quickly, along with her shirt, exposing a simple black bra. Chloe begins to unbutton her own blouse, but Beca stops her and takes over, kissing each area of newly exposed skinned. Chloe slides out of the sleeves and they begin kissing again, enjoying the new contact. Beca runs her fingers along the straps and cups of Chloe’s pale blue bralette, and the red-head quickly removes it. Beca follows suit, and they’re soon kissing again, lapping at each other’s mouths as fingers tweak nipples and moans rip from the backs of throats.

Beca begins to grind herself on Chloe’s lap, and Chloe grins, dragging her further up the bed. With her mouth still attached to Beca’s, she hovers over her and rakes her right hand down the brunette’s torso, letting it linger on the waistband of her jeans. Beca places her hand on Chloe’s and pushes it down another few inches, until its cupping her crotch. Beca starts to grind again, and Chloe rubs her hand against the seam of her best friend’s jeans. They continue the grind and rub cycle for a little bit, all while kissing any area of exposed skin possible. Suddenly, Beca undoes her own button and zipper. “I need you so bad Chlo…” she whispers, and Chloe slips her hand down the front of Beca’s pants. She audibly gasps, feeling Beca’s wetness right through her underwear.

“Shit Beca…” she half-groans, her fingers pushing the wet fabric against the brunette. “Just take it all…off…” Beca starts to whimper so uncharacteristically, and it only makes Chloe feel hotter. She retracts her hand and slips the tight pants down Beca’s legs, closely followed by her underwear. Her body temperature is quickly rising, so she does the same to the rest of the clothes on her own body as well. Beca senses what Chloe is doing and props herself up long enough to catch a glimpse of red pubic hair, and she feels ready to combust. Laying back down, Chloe straddles Beca’s leg and once again places her fingers at her best friend’s heat. She begins to play Beca like an instrument, swirling and circling. Her fingers are drenched as she slides one inside, pressing her thumb up against her bundle of nerves, and Beca’s entire body arches off the bed. Chloe leans lower sucking a path around Beca’s jaw, running her tongue relentlessly over a pulse point. She kneels lower and rests her core on Beca’s thigh, rubbing softly.

The feeling of moisture on her leg momentarily snaps Beca out of her reverie, and she brings her own fingers to the junction of Chloe’s thighs. Chloe leans her head back and lets out a string of profanities, bringing a smile to Beca’s face. This is it, all the pining they have gone through has finally come to an end. The two women get lost in each other, as fingers move quicker than a hummingbird’s wings. Soon, they’re both wound too tightly, teetering on the edge of release. “Don’t…stop…” Chloe cries, more of a command than a plea. “I…wouldn’t…ever…” Beca answers, feeling herself slipping over the brink. Her muscles clench around Chloe’s fingers, and the feeling of Beca squeezing her pushes her over too. The room smells like sweat and sex as both women ride out their highs, rocking against each other. The moan each other’s names, not caring about the thin walls of the dorm building.

Chloe rolls off of Beca and lands softly on the bed. She pulls the blankets up around them, and Beca curls herself into Chloe’s side. It’s something so unlike her, to initiate contact, but Chloe is happy to find out that the love of her life is a post-sex cuddler too. “You were amazing.” Chloe whispers, wiping a stray hair from Beca’s forehead. “Mhmm.” The younger woman mumbles, unable to form a coherent thought. “You too.” She rubs her free arm up Chloe’s side and interlocks their fingers. “I love you so much.” Chloe whispers into her hair, taking in Beca’s scent. It’s sweet, and she realizes that she wouldn’t mind smelling it for the rest of her life. Beca’s breathing starts to even out, and they begin to drift off to sleep, completely uncaring of the state they’re leaving themselves in for Aubrey to find when she gets back.

[yeoldontknow]

Pusher

Author’s Note: i....wow. i just, wow. ive had this in a drafted form for a few months now and i guess tonight my blood just felt all of it all at once.  Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader (oc; female) Summary: Kyungsoo is the city’s most notorious club owner. You are the most in demand drug dealer. You both want each other dead. But then, doesn’t everyone crave un petit mort? Genre: dark au (that reads almost like a gang/mafia au but isnt); smut Rating: NC-17 Warnings: guns; mentions of breathplay; explicit sexual situations Word Count: 2,502

The room makes you hungry. It’s Victorian in its design, amber wallpaper and a chandelier above a four-post bed that makes you cringe. It's gauche and unfamiliar, and you feel starved for the glass windows and hard lines of your modern apartment. But he's pulling you along, pulling you into a warm womb that's hot and heavy with anticipation, expectation, and the sour taste of finality. 

You don't fit here. You don't fit with him. He's Vivienne Westwood suits and deep whiskey. You're a leather clad Vodka tonic that doesn't match the silk and satin life he's built, but he lives in contradictions - revels in the irony. The back of your mind aches with the knowledge that he wraps himself in a facade of polite informality, yet he has killed several of your employees, your friends, and he won't hesitate to kill you. He wears their blood on his hands like fine velvet gloves.

But you've killed just as many, and tonight you want to wear him.

Tugging on the hair you've pulled back with a band, you think about his ass in his finely tailored pants. You think about the drugs you sold him and the money he's moved to your bank account. You think about your clients, his clients - one and the same, really. You think about his throbbing dick and his wet mouth.

You think of how it came to this.

The alley makes your skin feel damp, clothes constricting the movements of your limbs like an amorous lover. This used to be your office, corner bound with a view to kill, but you promoted yourself. In lust and in your bed, men always asked your favourite position, eager to please, eager burn, and you always replied CEO. Pain was never cheap, and once you got a handle on demand you raked in the cash like collecting tears in a vile.

He’s bathed you in stereotype, on purpose. This meeting point exists to remind you that you are nothing to him, you are filth, squalor; this is his opinion, this is your full potential.

Glance at your watch. See that he’s twenty minutes late. Do Kyungsoo, the emperor of the downtown club scene. You are many things: a dealer, a chemist, a millionaire, occasionally murderer, a woman made for lipstick and bloodstains, but you are not tardy. Fondling the bullets in your pocket, you think of hunting him down and putting a hole between his eyes. It’s not the first time you’ve pictured it. It always makes you thirsty.

Eventually a brute of a man opens a metal door, and you blithely turn to see his face.

‘You Y/N?’ the guy asks.

He must be new.

‘Big man couldn’t show his own face?’ you shout, because you’re malicious and you’re bored.

‘Come with me,’ is all he says, although it does not escape you he matches your tone.

It’s when he drags his tongue along your jaw that you realize he never offered you a drink. You think you might like vodka or wine, anything to dull the senses.

His hands reach around to your back, fingers tugging at your belt loops when he finds your gun tucked gently between the waistband of your jeans  and your back. When he fondles the metal he starts to smile, and you wonder if maybe he’s trying to make you feel nervous, like he’s peeled your skin back to make you vulnerable. He drags the barrel slowly along your spine, and you look into his eyes because everything about him is your distraction and you’re waiting for him to ask the question you know is coming.

‘Would you have used this on me?’ he asks slowly as he finally pulls the gun into view. You don’t look at it, only at him.

‘Maybe,’ you tease, because it’s true. You’ve been waiting to use it on him for years, and you can’t say you won’t in the morning. It would be breathtaking, the sight of him sucking the smoke from your gun.

Kyungsoo eyes the Semmerling like it’s a toy and cocks his eyebrow. ‘Do you trust me?’

‘No.’

He giggles like a boy, and places the gun to your temple. You don’t blink. You don’t flinch. You wonder if he feels a little disappointed that you’ve stared down the barrel of a gun enough times to know that no one pulls a trigger unless they’ve made a speech. Kyungsoo is too high strung for prose. Kyungsoo would never stain his fucking carpet.

‘Bang,’ he whispers, and he tosses the gun to the side, safety still on. It doesn’t escape your attention that you will be the death of one another. Your story doesn’t end with love, only sex and money and a power that neither of you are willing to share outside of a bed. Your story ends with the clashing of teeth and the tearing of skin.

Your story ends cold. Your story ends in blood.

He presides over everything, watching his clients with a detached sort of interest befit for a monument. Suit, tie, eyes almost as black as the chair he sits in, and strong knuckles that have shattered cheekbones. You’ve called him the Marble King, and here, on a VIP balcony overlooking a dance floor, he fits the title. A gargoyle waiting to be shattered, you’re excited to see what it’s like to break myths with your bare hands.

When you look at him, he’s grinning in the shadows over the rim of a glass, lips full and plump and begging to be torn apart. He waves his hand, gesticulating to a chair you don’t want to take, but you sit anyway and it doesn’t make you any less tense. To your right, a girl is dancing with….someone. A stranger. Her boyfriend. He drags his fingers up her tights like he’s trying to rip his way in. You wonder if she’s drunk. You wonder if she’s legal. You don’t really care about either of those things, but it still makes you wet.

‘Thank you for meeting me.’ His voice is cold, yet somehow remains rich and creamy - seductive without a purpose.

You turn back to him with a scowl, legs crossing beneath the table at the sight of his hard stare. Kyungsoo is dangerous, and you’ve always had a penchant for fondling the deadly.

‘Thank you for paying me.’ You pull out your phone, impatient, and so does he. The action holds him to the deal, the bank transfer, the very reason you are here at all. You pull up your account, waiting for him to make a move. His fingers barely twitch and one single refresh shows retribution in five zeroes.

‘I’m a man of my word,’ he sighs. The phone slides back into his coat pocket and you think of him as a snake. Idly, ou wonder how the scales of his skin would taste beneath your tongue.

‘Delete my information,’ you demand, gaze flashing to his chest and wishing you could pull his sternum away to see his beating heart. ‘Now. I want to see you do it.’

Kyungsoo narrows his eyes, but they glide over your figure like they’re calculating all your softest parts. He eyes you like he wants to cut you down. ‘Trust me, Princess. After this evening, you will have absolutely nothing that I want.’

You lean forward and you can smell him. A whole mouthful of his cologne accosts you and you swallow it, let yourself get drunk on it. ‘So what’s this then? A one time deal? They’ll come crawling back for more. You can’t handle the distribution.’ Your eyes glaze over the people dancing, drinking, drowning in excess to forget the trauma of their identity. He needs them. He needs you.

He leans forward, too, cocking his head to the side like he’s weighing your irrelevance against his desire for more money. ‘You aren’t the only dealer in L.A., honey. The necessity of you is sorely finite.’

His voice is a whisper that melts the iron of your indifference back to flesh. His voice is alcohol and misery, and just right temperature to burn you alive.

He undresses you like he’s skinning you alive, but you don’t put up a fight. It’s your apathy that startles you the most, more than his deft fingers and your swollen clit. There’s bullet holes where your passion used to be, and you never learned how love the good natured and the true. Soft words seemed to fracture on your tongue. But you didn’t come here for this.

You think of the money and you think of his nails scratching down your thighs. You think of the wetness of his tongue as he leaves hot, open mouth kisses along your skin, and the way he makes you feel absolutely drenched between your folds.

‘Did you pay me for the drugs or did you pay me for this?’ you ask, voice breathy and enjoying the sight of him on his knees. The position isn’t vulnerable, not the way it usually is. There’s no subservience in his eyes, just a dead sort curiosity gathered like a cesspool.

‘I paid you to serve your purpose.’ He doesn’t look up at you. He inspects your kneecap and you wonder if he’s thinking about breaking it.

You roll your eyes. ‘I’m not a prostitute.’

‘I don’t need a prostitute.’

Languidly, he drags one finger over your slit, gathering the wetness that has pooled over time. He keeps his eyes on you as he pulls his hand back, sucking on his fingers with hollowed cheeks.

‘I don’t need foreplay,’ you reply, one eyebrow cocked.

‘The money was the foreplay.’

‘You and I are far more similar than we’ve been giving each other credit for.’ He leans back in his chair, smiling, and part of you wants to lick the light off his teeth.

‘Are we?’ You’re snide and sharp, counting the turns of his glass as he absentmindedly spins it on the table, because you are a loaded gun and you never learned to be gentle. ‘I’m not pretentious and I’m not arrogant. I know what I’m about. And I don’t dress like I’m a fucking politician.’

Kyungsoo tilts his head back and laughs, the sound silenced by a heavy, rolling bass. ‘I think you could benefit from a lesson in style, Princess. Perhaps some tutelage from the design of your drugs.’

‘Chemistry,’ you spit, crossing your arms over your chest.

‘You’re highly adept at one type, perhaps...you’ve excelled in other areas as well?’

It doesn’t take you long to process his insinuation, to remember he wets his dick on risk.

You absorb the light of the club, skin white and pale. You’re a chameleon of malintent and he glows an impossible shade of gold. It comes from beneath his skin, inside his veins. He’s swallowed the Los Angeles sun, forcing himself and your business into the shadows as he turns daylight to ash on his tongue. It makes you want him. It makes you hate him. He’s the hot butter to your cold knife and you can’t wait to tear your way through him.

He’s a bad idea. This was a bad idea.

You’re addicted to bad ideas.

A balance is struck when the two of you crawl onto the satin sheets. You nip at his ear like you want to eviscerate him. There’s a hunger somewhere in you that means to consume him, and this is where you start - with the soft, fleshy bits of him that will roll of your tongue before you start gnawing on his bones. And he pulls at your back and shoulders like he wants to climb inside you, wear you like an evening suit with your hair as his tie.

Sex with him is grotesque, wet and violent and ugly like war. You grind your hips onto the thick hardness of his cock, nails pulling at his hips as you sit on top, and you wish his organs would spill into your waiting hand. He pushes at you, knocking you backward to the pillows to hover above you. Like this, he is prideful - perhaps, spiteful. With strong hands, he pushes your thighs far apart, lets the cool air tease the wetness of your folds for just a moment, before pumping himself twice and sheathing himself inside you with one, hard thrust.  

And you, wide eyed and almost waiting to feel him die, wear him like armor. You wear him with a vicious, brutal smile.

He dominates over you like a champion, all fire and pride and hate. His thrusts are hard and pointed, leaving no room for intimacy or kindness. For this, you are glad. With every move of his hips, he grunts. With every upward thrust of your own, you drag your nails down his back and hope you are leaving marks. You hope he wears you for days.

‘What if I killed you?’ he asks, sliding his hands to your throat. The heel of his palms press gently, a warning.

‘I’d come back to life for you,’ you say, flatly. You’re waiting for him to push down or squeeze, his vindictive smile burning above you as your world turns black.

Part of you thinks about flipping him, about crushing him beneath your weight and letting him know that this is your game, that these are your rules. But you’ve played from the ground before, and have won with your hands tied, so instead you sit up and smirk at how he keeps his hands still, neither gentle nor aggressive, a mere warning of possibility. He falls back onto his thighs, and you keep him tight inside you as you lean forward to bite his lip.

Your teeth pierce the skin and he starts to bleed, you do what he won’t. It’s easy to break pretty things; they bleed easier, faster, sweeter, and he’s no different. You aren’t shocked by how quickly his lip gives way to iron. The skin of his hands is rough and calloused but his lips revel in decadence and you’re the first abrasive thing they’ve kissed.

‘I’d pull you down to hell with me.’ You suck the last of his blood from your tongue, tasting gunpowder, alcohol, and bitter disinterest. He’s every meal you’ve ever wanted, and you welcome him home.

‘Romantic,’ he mutters.

You bounce roughly on top of him, releasing one pleasured hiss as he nearly screams. Pleasure, pain, it doesn’t matter. It belongs to you. This belongs to you.

Kyungsoo guides you out of the club towards a car, a Maserati with tinted windows and red interior. A valet stands next to it, handing out the keys to a chauffeur and both avert their eyes as you slide in like gliding into hell.

Neither of you speak. You don’t touch.

A silent agreement is signed as the tires pull into the driveway of his Bel Air estate.

Tonight you both will live.

Tonight you both will die.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

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Chapter 13: Bruh

Many weeks has passed since the incident and it’s winter break again. At this point, we haven’t told our parents that we’re dating. Er, more like, partners I guess? We’re kinda past the whole unsure phase and more confident that we’re not going anywhere without each-other. Before heading home, I invited Beizu to stay at the family estate for the weekend. Intended to unwind and relax before entering our respectful households, we turned it into planning out our coming out to our family.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous!” I said, slouching in the study armchair “it’s not like we’re gonna get disowned or we’re from rival families!”

“Pretty sure I’m gonna fuck it up and throw up” Beizu covered his face with his arm “How the hell did Lili and Hoshi do this?!”

“Lili and Hoshi have a dynamic” I sat up to face Beizu “we’re just two crackheads having a gay panic attack!”

“Who’s having a gay panic attack?” questioned Uncle Tensei as he rolled into the study “I thought you two were gonna explore the new garden additions?”

I sighed and sat up properly “We got lost in our thoughts about telling our parents something.”

“What is it? You can tell me” coaxed Uncle Tensei “Did something happen?”

“Well, yes” I started “and it’s not bad news, it’s just that...We don’t know how to properly say it.”

Beizu nodded “It’s important that our families know as it might change the course of things.”

“Yes, so what is it?” Uncle Tensei looked at us with patience “If it’s not bad and important, then say it.”

I held my hand out for Beizu to walk over from where he was to hold my hand “Tio, don’t think too harshly of it but-” I waited for Beizu to sit on my lap “We’re gay and in love, Beizu is my partner. And I fully intend on marrying them when we’re of age.”

“And I intend on taking his family name” Beizu added, getting flushed “You might think we’re too young to think about those things but we’re serious! We want to stay together like this.”

“Oh...I’m so happy” uncle Tensei started to choke up with watery eyes “You want to expand our family?! I approve!” he takes out his handkerchief “As head of the Iida family estate, you have my blessing to union into our family.”

I chuckled at the sight of my uncle getting emotional over the news “Glad you approve tio, but we’re not engaged yet! We’ve just started as partners.”

“Doesn’t matter, I know you two will stick it through for life” smiled uncle Tensei “To think that my nephew, growing up so fast?! I blink and next thing I know it’s the wedding!”

“Now to tell our parents” Beizu sighed in relief “But when?”

“Christmas eve? Christmas day?” I suggested “I don’t want on New Years tho, feel like we need to tell them soon.”

Later we went to bed, we really haven’t had the time to get that much intimate time together since the incident. So tonight was spent catching up on lost intimate time.

“We really need to cut our hair” Beizu commented as he pushed his hair away from his face “It’s getting my mouth as I kiss you.”

“I like the long haired look on you” I looked lovingly at Beizu laying next to me “I just look like my mom if I grew it out any longer!”

“True” Beizu teased before kissing me again “But you’re my handsome, cuddle bug that I want to please” He then straddled himself onto my lower naval, lightly pinning me down “So lay here and relax love, let me show you how much I love you.”

I lay there, receiving his kisses all over my body. Now, I thought he wanted to see my sensitive areas to see what feels good...I didn’t get what he meant until he palmed my privates under my pj pants. 

“Woah, Bei” I gasped and turned red “We don’t have to tonight, I can wait until-”

“Please, I want to” he responded, continuing to palm “I won’t take things too far, we have to save something for our anniversary” his hands shifted to the waistband of my briefs “may I?”

Looking at his face next to my hip stirred up a fire in me “Okay, don’t hurt yourself tho.”

He eagerly pulled down my underwear to stroke me tenderly. It’s something I thought only existed in movies or novels when they talk about sex. But here I am, with my love, sharing that moment. I don’t think too much about the carnal part of intimacy, so everything that Beizu was doing to me was very lewd to me. The moment he put his lips around it, that was my point of no return. It was hard to keep back my moans and it encouraged Beizu to keep going.

“Cry out Iwa” he cooed, going back to stroking “Let’s finish this first on a good note.”

I interlocked my fingers with his “Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop loving me Bei.”

He smiled “I wouldn’t dream of it” he shifted himself to see me better “...itadakimasu.”

And when I arrived at my release...I felt myself floating into bliss. I know why the french call it lé petite mort.

“Iwa? You good?” asked Beizu “We floating.”

I looked around in confusion and sure enough...I literally floated us off a good 3 feet off the bed!

“Oops! Sorry!” I set us back down on the bed “Heh, I was spacing out after how good that felt.”

Beizu crawled back up to be at eye level with me “I’m glad it was a good first” he kissed my neck “I want my man to know that I can please him, whenever and however they want me.”

“I’ll be pleased with anything you do” I put my arms around him “As long as you love me Bei, that’s all I need.”

Man, how does mom do this love stuff with dad? And how the hell does she know how to pull guys into bed with her?! That was post-coitus clarity thoughts as I tried to sleep. Maybe I’ll ask when I see her tomorrow.

-The next day-

“I’m home!” I exclaimed as I walked into the house.

Beizu and I won’t be hanging out until Christmas festivities, so I dropped him off at his house before I came home. Mom’s car was in the drive way, she should be home at least. But nobody responded back to my homecoming! I kick off my shoes to see those brats’ shoes in their usual spots along with mom’s. Wonder the fuck is up with that?

“Hellooo?!” I hollered again “It’s me, Iwata! Please...say something?”

My littler brother slid down the stairs to dramatically greet me.

“Dearest brother! You’ve returned from the war!” the blue haired brat greeted “I bear some tragic news that has affect our house for a few days now.”

“Oh? And what is this news pray tell?” I went along with his level of dramatics.

“It regards our parents, they had a quarrel at the Togata-Amajiki wedding. A grand fight that ended in father giving our sweet mother” he paused for drama “the silent treatment!”

“What?! Dad isn’t talking to mom?!” I was shocked “That’s some reverse shit, where’s mom?”

“She’s in her office, with a bottle of vino and a photo album” he dramatically pointed to the office upstairs “This has been going on for 3 days now.”

I look at the slightly cracked door “I’m going up there. Thank you for telling me Tensei.”

“It is my role as the smart twin to tell you” Tensei bowed “Good luck brother!”

I throw my bags into my room before entering the office. The smell of lavender and sage hit me first before the familiar figure of my mother came into view.

“Mom?”

“Hm? Oh Iwata!” she said surprised “I didn’t expect you to come home this early. How was your weekend at the estate?”

“It was...restful” I struggled to say something that didn’t give away anything “But Tensei just told me that you and dad fought?”

Mom sighed and picked up her glass of wine “Yeah, your father found out that I slept with Mirio’s new husband a few times in my baby CEO days.”

I latina gasped “QUE?! That’s tea!” 

“Oh honey take a seat” she pulled up the other armchair and poured me a glass of wine “Because there’s more!”

I got comfortable and took a sip of wine “Okay, spill the tea mama.”

“Well, it was a very intimate wedding, no more than 25 people there! And the newlyweds was socializing with us at the reception, and everything was cool until the person in question mentioned ‘Isn’t it funny that I was the one that ended up sleeping with you when this guy was trying to get in your pants after you broke up?!’”

“NO!”

“YES! That pointed eared man had the AUDACITY to say that in front of his new husband and my husband of many years! That led to having him explain to his new husband when did it happen and getting him upset” Mom took a sip of wine before continuing “And your dad started to get confrontational with me in front of all these people, that we know by the way! He got upset that it was the truth, but it’s not like I slept with him when I was in a relationship with your dad. It was way before I reunited with your dad and there’s no way I’d cheat on your dad! And now he won’t talk to me” Mom sighed and swirled her glass “He hasn’t spoken a single word to me since that night. And it’s so weird because after years of rebuilding our relationship, being committed, having children and nesting ourselves...this is the thing that upsets him.”

“So what are you going to do?” I asked worriedly.

“We wait it out” she picks up on my worry “I know he’ll come around and talk to me again. He can’t hide his love and care toward me.”

“How do you know?”

Mom smiled “Would someone that didn’t love me still sleep in the same bed as me? Pour me coffee and serve me a cooked breakfast in the morning? He can’t stay away for long. Also it’s not like I’m not talking, I still talk to him like he’ll respond.”

“Why though?”

“I want him to know that I still love him” she laughed “And that I only have eyes for him. He’s my one and only, because even when I was with those other men, I was thinking about him.” She looked at me “When you decide to start dating, don’t let up when you fight, show that you still love them. OH and take lots of pictures together” she pointed at the photo album on her lap “because you’d want to look back on how you love for each other blossomed.”

I spend some time looking at the old photos of my parents. Most of them I’ve never seen before! There was a picture of the first day my parents brought me home, it was just my mom and I asleep on the couch. Then I saw a whole page full of photos of when we moved into the new house but I don’t remember all these people coming over when that happened.

“Mom, why are your and dad’s friends helping around the house?” I asked “I don’t remember that when we moved here.”

“Hm? Oh! That’s right! You were sick when we moved here” Mom recalled “And it took us weeks to get fully settled because your dad was working his regular hours, leaving me to care for Lili, you and the fussy twin babies. I hardly had time to fix up the rooms or unpack everything, so I was exhausting myself with you guys. Everyone heard from your dad that things were kinda rough now that we have a house to start over in with 4 young children. So one weekend, everyone in our friend group came over to fix up the house.” She pointed at each photo “The bathroom design was Beizu Mom’s idea to accommodate all four of you kids as you grew up. The Midoriya’s painted the boys room, Mr Hitoshi painted the girls room, Mr Neito and Eijiro assembled all the furniture. The Todorokis arranged the kitchen and living room. The Tetsus did the yard work and the Kaminaris did the guest room and bathroom. All while I tended to you and the twins, Lili was supervising everything” Mom chuckled “She acted so much like your dad! It was uncanny! And I offered to pay for their time and labor, but they refused. They said that they wanted help us out to repay the times I’ve helped them out throughout the years. And that they felt like it wasn’t fair that I had to start over when I was at my most vulnerable. So I offered them food as a compromise and they were all for it! Your uncle Jin made this round-table yakiniku grill because I wanted to make a carne asada but didn’t have a proper grill. Everyone liked the concept of grilling your own meats in this outdoor style, so it stuck. Medetashi, Medetashi~”

“Wait, that’s wholesome” I looked at the picture of everyone eating in the backyard “Is that why we have yakiniku every other weekend? With lots of people?”

Mom nods “Yup, it’s also why we have Christmas parties at the house. Everyone had a part to contribute to the house at some point, I want them to enjoy it too.”

I heard the front door open with the familiar grunts of my dad as he took off his shoes.

“Oof, dad’s home”

“Go greet him” Mom coaxed “He’s been worried about you since the incident.”

The entire first day back was full of tension of seeing my parents not being all lovey dovey. It was weird but there wasn’t much I could do to meditate things.

-Christmas eve-

I bursted into the girls room “LILI I NEED YOU KEEP A SECRET FOR ME!”

Lili’s eyes lit up “It’s only my second day back and I’m needed?!” she squealed “Okay okay! I’ll keep a secret!”

“CAN YOU GUYS GO BOND SOMEWHERE ELSE!” yelled Hanaka from her side of the room, hand covering her phone “I’m talking with my girls!”

Lili and I leave the room cautiously, as Hanaka tends to burst into flames when she doesn’t get her way. We dash into the guest room for privacy.

“Okay bitch listen up because I also need advice.” I prefaced myself.

“Okay, proceed” Lili looks at me, legs crossed “You have my attention.”

“Long story short, Beizu and I are officially dating but we don’t know how to bring it up to our parents.”

Lili latina gasped “You and Beizu?! My favorite boys?!” her eyes started to water “I’m so proud of you to come out to me like this. I approve!”

“Oh geez, just tell me how to bring it up to our parents” I cringed at her ugly crying “Mom and dad received you and Hoshi well when you told them, how did you do it?”

“I just told them, flat out” She wiped her tears “Mom and dad aren’t homophobic, they told us we could love whoever we wanted remember? Just sit them down before mom gets tipsy at Christmas and it’s smooth sailing from there” She paused a bit “Actually, this might be a two birds, one stone situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, mom and dad are still in this fight right?” She started “So what if this helps them make up? I’m sure it will help somewhat because they love us so much, why not?”

“You may be on to something there chief” I fully processed what she said “Then I make the announcement tomorrow before mom gets too drunk.”

-The next day-

I was starting to get nervous about this interaction. Sure I went over the game plan with Beizu but I’m still nervous! I go to the living room to wait for Beizu to come but I see from the top of the stairs that my parents were sitting together. So I stayed back and listened in to their conversation;

“I can’t believe you got jealous over the past” sighed Mom “What was I supposed to do? Just wait for you when you told me you hated me!”

“It was stupid of me to let the jealousy to take over” Dad admitted “I’m sorry for being so stubborn and dense, forgive me?”

“You know I forgive you, I just don’t want to be separated from you” she put his hand on her cheek “Nobody can replace you, there’s nowhere I feel the safest but in your arms.”

Dad held her “I’m not going anywhere, not without you.”

Mom locked eyes with him tenderly “I’m not going anywhere else, this is my home.”

I watched them kiss and the incident replayed in my head. The way dad said he’s not going anywhere without mom, it reminded me of Beizu. He said the same thing as we were falling, so maybe this will be our future. Tenderly showing affection as our children get ready for family time together...wait, what am I saying?! We still have to tell them! Beizu and his mom where the first ones, as planned. It took a lot of self control to not jump on top of each other, but we rehearsed a bit before confronting our parents. 

“Hey mom, dad, Ms Mei” I got their attention “There’s something I- we, want to tell you.”

“Oh what is it?” Beizu’s mom asked curiously “Is there something wrong?”

“No, it’s just something we need to say” Beizu spoke up, nerves getting to him “It’s not bad but it’s something that will change things for everyone.”

“It must be important then” Dad commented “Please, continue.”

We looked at each other and took a deep breath.

“Mom, dad, Ms Mei...Beizu and I are partners now” I held his hand “We fully intend on getting marrying later when we’re of age, so please accept us as such.”

“I know you might think we’re too young to think that far into the future” Beizu added “But we don’t see why not! I intend on taking the Iida name when we unify. I’ve loved him since I was little and I can’t bear the thought of living life without him.”

“Oh boys! I knew this was going to happen” Mom started to get teary eyed “We all knew.”

“How? We started being partners in September?!”

Beizu’s mom smiled “The way you two just did everything together, held hands and basically didn’t have any boundaries. How Beizu just lights up being with you and plans things when you’re coming over so it would be perfect” She quickly wiped her tears “Just like his dad when he wanted me be his. I approve of this.”

“I knew when Iwata developed his 2nd quirk and was having trouble controlling it, the only time it was contained was when he was spending time with Beizu” Mom beamed “Telekinesis responds to sub-conscience emotions, love tends to weaken the quirk. I approve of this.”

“I called it a long time ago” Dad said proudly “Iwata acted just how I did when I was in high school, oblivious to all advances that somebody gave me.” He glanced over to Mom “But I will say, the family name thing is unexpected but welcomed! To think that the family expanding so quickly! I approve of this as well.”

I sigh in relief “I was getting worried that maybe you’d say something.”

“Why would we say anything negative?” Mom questioned curiously.

“Well, I’m your oldest son! I just thought that maybe you’d want grandchildren or have the engine quirk to get passed down-”

“Oh mijo! I don’t mind any of those things!” Mom cut me off “I just want my children to be happy! If you want children, then I’ll be happy to be abuelita. Regardless if they’re biological or adopted, who knows? Maybe you’ll change your mind after you get married.”

“Did you-”

“Regret having children? Not until I had twins” sighed Mom as she poured herself a drink “A warning: twins, telekinesis, fire borns and aggro quirks run in the family. Guess what I had in my last pregnancy.”

Dad shuddered “You might want to use your inheritance to fire proof your future house” he held out his glass “Pour me one too love.”

“Well, in any case” chuckled Beizu’s mom “You kids are going to be just fine! And I’m happy that my boy found his truth. If only your dad was here, he’d be proud of you.”

We told my siblings and Hoshi and they were going feral over the fact that we’re finally dating. Hoshi was excited to have gay brother-in-laws in the near future. Even Aunty Mimi and Uncle Jin bawled out of happiness when we told them. Beizu and I were so happy that everyone received us well. Love won today, not like there was much of a fight to begin with! And all was right.

-Fast forward, beginning of March-

Not much has really happened, I got rollerblades attached to my boots as my support item. Mom got me some for Christmas and I saw that they helped with my arm engines to ease the strain on my body that has trouble keeping up. I’ve sharpened my quirks up a bit for my physical mid-terms later on. But currently the usuals in my hero class have been harassing me to do the Sports Festival. I reached my breaking point finally when class ended for the day.

“FINE! I’LL FUCKIN DO THE SPORTS FESTIVAL THIS YEAR!” I yelled, hands in the air “And you hijos de la gran putos better put up a good fight! No going easy on me just because my dad and uncle are going to watch, I want you kick my ass.”

“Yay! We convinced him!” cheered Kage-san.

“Okay Iida-kun, I’ll put you down on the roster for the Sports Festival” Mineta sensei scribbled on his clipboard “I expect phenomenal work from you. Your dad and sister had great standing when they did their time here.”

I slumped in my chair “Eww, expectations.”

As I made my way to the intelligence hall, I felt my body tense and freeze in place. Before I could process what was happening to my body, somebody came into view.

“Hey prodigy child” coldly spat the person “Do yourself a favor and forfeit the sports festival.”

“You! What’s your problem dude!” I barked “I don’t know your name after all these years of being in hero class with you but why do you do this?! It’s not like I’m taking the spotlight anymore!”

“I can’t stand privileged, pretty boys like you!” He snarled back “You just have to be born into all this power! I want to win this one for Kage-sama, she just gives you all her time and attention. She’s going to be my girl, so forfeit while you still can before you really piss me off!”

“Oh my- I’m gay you dumbass piece of vengeful shit!” I rolled my eyes so hard that it startled the other person “I’m dating my best friend. Literally, I curbed Kage-san’s confession last year because I don’t like her at all! So you take your assumptions and burn them because you got it twisted.”

The other guy was shocked with my outburst “...Oh, that would make a lot of sense actually.”

“Ya think?! I’m literally here to wait on my boyfriend to get out of class so we can go to the dorms” I scowled “Let go of me before he beats your ass! He’s our class’s top ranked student, he’s stronger than me!”

“Stronger? How-” he was cut short by a stretchy fist to the face.

“Let go of my boyfriend you creep!” Beizu demanded “Is he bothering you babe?”

“He’s threatening me and assuming I’m straight!” I tattled.

“Oh hell no!” Beizu got defensive “Nobody talks to my love like that! Take your ignorant ass outta here before I give you the Guap Guap 9000!”

“Not the Guap Guap 9000!” I gasped, trying to not laugh.

The guy quickly jumps up “No please! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!” He releases his quirk on me “I’ll just go and never bother you again.”

Before we could do anything, the guy ran away out of sight in a matter of seconds. We looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh man, Guap Guap 9000?!” I cackled 

“Shut up before I give you the Guap Guap!” playfully shoved Beizu “It worked didn’t it?”

“It did” I came down from my wheezing “Lets go to the dorms! I’m achy and hungry.”

“What was all that about tho?” asked Beizu as we made our way to the shoe lockers “hero stuff?”

I groaned as I telepathically opened my locker “I broke and signed up to do the sports festival this year. And that guy wanted me to forfeit so his crush would notice him.”

“Gag, he’s white knight-ing” judged Beizu “Now it’s not a problem because I came along just in time.”

“Yuh, and hopefully he fucks off for good!”

-Meanwhile, back with the agent trio-

“...No database updates on the whereabouts of Hawks.” beeped the robo dog.

“Damn, this shit is getting cold again” Ita said, smacking her lips in frustration “Any movement on the other ones?”

“Nope, and the doctor we had in custody associated with the group isn’t talking either” sighed Jin at a multi-panel computer “I really don’t want to shelf this case again” he swiveled to face the curly haired agent “Things are getting promising with the reappearance of those villains!”

Before Ita could respond, Mimi burst through the door.

“I HAVE A NEW LEAD!” harried Mimi “You might shit yourselves.”

“What?! What is it?!” the other two responded in unison.

“Okay so you know how we caught Overhaul in that oddly smooth raid mission?” started Mimi “I was prying info from him and he knows a bit of what’s going on! He was hired by Hand-man to make a human weapon to take down the Hero Association from the inside.” She paused and walked over to the pin board “This ‘birdie’ isn’t Hawks... it’s a child! Overhaul was supposed to help genetically create this child weapon out of Hawk’s DNA. He was going to use an orphaned child and splice them with the DNA.”

“That’s horrifying! Those monsters were going to use children?!” Jin raged “And orphans at that?! It’s like the Nomu experiments all over again!”

“Guys we’re missing the point” Ita put her hands up to demand the attention of the other two “If that’s true, and these villains are back to look for ‘birdie’...” she paused “Then that means there’s a child-weapon out there that may have already integrated into the Hero Association, waiting for a moment to strike!”

“Oh fu- OH MY GOD WE’RE WAY BEHIND!” Jin finally put all the information together “Okay! Lets start with going through the quirk registry within the last 19 years.”

“I’ll cycle through the log of heroes within the last 3 years” Ita announced.

“And I’ll go through the Hero School Unified Districts for student records that might fit the description” said Mimi before hopping onto her chair to make some calls.

Things were changing behind the scenes and it was just the beginning of a big mess. Fate is going to intertwine this agent mother and son...but for now, Iwata is in for a surprise.

-Chapter 13, End-

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[eldestatlantica-blog]

Our Little Secret || Self Para

One night alone, that was all Attina wanted. So, when her old classmate, Mariah, sent her an invitation to her birthday, Attina jumped at the opportunity. A night out in London without Luca? She'd be dumb to not take that offer.

“Ah! Attina!” Mariah ran over as Attina walked into the loud crowded club. “I can't believe you actually came!” Her friend shouted. Attina rarely went to parties that didn't benefit her social standing. She didn't have time to fit pleasure into her calendar. “Regardless, I'm so excited! Everyone is up in V.I.P.”

Attina moved through the crowd and let the music carry her to where the rest of Mariah’s guests were located. She knew a few of the guests. A majority were from the London party scene. Mathias, another student who was in the exchange program at Castelobruxo, showed and kept Attina company.

More and more people came that knew her. Being who she was, everyone felt like they personally knew her. It was a chore to keep up with them all. Respite came in the color of red.

“Timothy,” Attina greeted her sister’s new love interest with a kiss on the cheek. “Or should I say future-brother-in-law?”

“Not yet. I'd ask you first,” Timothy laughed lightly before ordering a drink. “How've you been? We missed you at the games this year. Although, I am not disappointed with your replacement.”

“Oh, please,” Attina swatted his arm, “no one can replace Attina Atlantica.”

“This is true but Adella is quite lovely.”

“Speaking of,” Attina narrowed her gaze on him as his drink arrived, “what is it I heard you slept in her room?”

“Don't worry, Attina,” he waved the bartender back over. “Nothing happened. What are you drinking?”

“Vodka and sprite.”

The night progressed and the pair rehashed old stories. “Do you remember the time Javier took that girl home and found out she was a guy?”

“Oh, Merlin! Yes!” Attina leaned back to laugh and almost fell over. “I guess I'm a bit drunker than I thought I was.”

“Don't die on me now. I don't want that fiancé of yours to come after me.” Timothy laughed as the corners of his mouth lifted with a smirk.

“Luca couldn't do anything but throw a tantrum,” Attina grumbled as she tossed back the rest of her drink.

“Tina, Tim,” Mariah ran over to the bar where they stood, “you have to dance!” They looked at one another and shrugged. Dancing couldn't hurt.

Timothy let Attina lead the way. They were crammed against one another as the dance floor pulsed with bodies. Their drunk eyes held one another in their gaze. Timothy held her close, his strong hand holding her at the curve of her back. Attina’s petite fingers trailed the collar of his shirt and held him there.

Attina knew she shouldn't be so close with Timothy. He was Adella’s. But he gave her the power. She forgot what that felt like. She needed it like she needed air. And she drank it up like she was stranded in a desert for centuries.

The party died down and Mariah spoke about hitting another club. “I'm good. You guys can go.”

“Aw, Attina. Come with us!” Mariah bounced up and down as she begged.

“No, I'm good. I'm just going to apparate home.”

“You're in no shape to apparate! Just come with us!”

Timothy chimed in, “My hotel is local. You can rest there for a little bit.”

“I-”

“Oh Merlin, thank you, Timothy. I'd die if something horrible happened to Tina!” Mariah hugged them and took off.

“So much for wanting me to go,” Attina muttered as the party left.

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“You can put your bag down. Do you want anything to drink?” Timothy said as they walked into the hotel room.

“Water?” Attina asked as she put her bag down on the small glass table near the door.

“Vodka it is…”

Attina stepped beside Timothy as he poured her drink, “Aren't I drunk enough?”

His chocolate eyes looked down at her as he smirked, “the Attina I knew could handle her alcohol.”

“The Attina you knew wasn't getting married in a month,” she playfully hip-checked him as she took the drink from the counter.

“Attina Atlantica can't be off the market that easily. What will we do without her?”

“You'll be off the market soon,” Attina’s finger traced the lines on the lampshade as she walked by. “We're all bound for marriage. That's our job; marry pure and make more pureblood babies.”

“Is that what you want?” Timothy walked toward the white couch and took a seat with his own drink, Maker’s Mark on the rocks.

Attina slipped from her heels before taking a seat beside him. “Well, yeah. It's all I've ever wanted.”

“You sound like Adella.”

“Ha! No.” Attina's face was a firm line before she cracked a smile. “I love my sister but she's an idealist. I want children to further our line. She wants children because they're cute.”

“So, do you fancy yourself a realist?” Timothy asked stretching his arm across the back of the couch.

“Yes,” Attina’s feet tucked under her legs as she took another sip of her drink. “I'm no fool. My marriage is arranged. Luca and I will never love each other the same way, say, Adella and you love each other. I don't need love to thrive.”

“What if you could have love?”

“Love is a commodity I cannot afford.”

“But I'm asking what if you could?”

“I still wouldn't want it”

“Why’s that?”

“Love is fleeting.”

“You are a true cynic,” Timothy laughed into his drink. “I guess Javier was right.”

“What else did Javier tell you?” Attina asked curiously.

“The sex was great,” he smirked against the rim of his glass. “I guess I'll never know…”

“We were teens. I've improved,” she winked.

“Don't tease me like that. You're off the market,” he leaned in with a low grumble before standing up to return his empty glass.

“You have Adella. I'm sure she'd be willing to help you with that,” her eyes motioned toward his pants.

“We haven't slept together,” Timothy flipped the empty cup upside down and moved away from the bar. “I am a gentleman,” he said trying to remove his tie.

“You're going to stick with that lie?” Attina rose from the couch and shook her head at his pathetic attempts at freeing his neck from the tie.

“It's the truth,” he said watching her fingers gently untangle the silk fabric.

“Does she not do it for you?” Attina asked a bit offended.

“No,” he laughed.

“Don't like brunettes?”

“Oh, I love brunettes,” he lifted Attina’s face to look at him. “There's nothing wrong with Adella.”

Attina felt her cheeks flush as she freed herself from his touch, “Good.”

They stood there in silence. “I should go lay down,” Attina spoke first. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

“Yes, come over this way,” Timothy motioned toward the large closet and led Attina that way. He went through the small selection of pressed white shirts. Then he handed one to Attina.

“Thank you,” she held it against her lap. “Can you unzip the back a bit?”

“Sure,” Timothy said as she turned her back to him. He pulled the silver tab down slowly and watched as it exposed her delicate skin.

“Thanks,” she said softly looking at him over her shoulder.

Attina changed in the bathroom and came out in his shirt. “You're a massive human being.” Attina rolled up the sleeves as she walked through the hotel room.

“It's all muscle,” Timothy commented as he walked around in sweats. Attina had never seen him that undressed and almost blushed for him. But she wasn't surprised. He was a quidditch player.

“That it is,” she laughed as she tapped her fingers on the back of the couch. “I guess I'll crash on the couch for a little.”

“You can have the bed.”

“It's yours. I wouldn't want to intrude. I'm good on the couch. Plus, I'm only here to sober up a bit more.” Attina walked around the couch and paused as they passed each other. “Excuse me.”

“Luca doesn't know what he's getting,” Timothy said quietly.

“Excuse me?” Attina asked defensively. What did her sister tell her new beau?

“He's just lucky. I'd kill to see this every night,” Timothy exhaled as his hands raked over his face. “I shouldn't say things like that. I'm dating your sister.”

“We can pretend like you didn't,” Attina tapped his chest gently. His hands held her hips and brought her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers. “And that, too.”

“What about this?” Timothy kissed her again, deepening it with each movement. Attina’s arms wrapped around his neck as he picked her up. The alarm bells rang in her mind but she ignored them.

“Not the bed,” she said against his lips as he changed directions and laid her on the couch. His hand pushed the fabric up her leg as he kissed her. All Attina could think of was what Luca had done to her. How he stripped her of her dignity and control. Timothy could've ignored her wishes. But he didn't. He was gentle in comparison. There was no way her body was giving it up. Not anytime soon, anyway.

Attina placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Are you okay?”

She rolled him onto his back and straddle his hips. “You're fine…” her hips rolled as her voice trailed off.

Timothy exhaled sharply as he let his hands explore the petite woman’s body. He pushed the shirt over her head and pulled her lips toward his again. Their kisses were hasty and more clothing came off as they continued. Well, more of her clothing came off, what very little she had on to start with. Attina hadn't allowed Timothy to take his pants off but she could feel how badly he wanted to.

“Attina,” he growled as his thumbs rolled against her tender peeks. “Merlin, I want you so bad.”

“How bad?” She asked with a breathless moan.

“So bloody bad,” he held her hips harder, pressing himself against her center.

Attina slid her small hand beneath the waistband and held his thickness. With each stroke, he moaned. She enjoyed every agonizing second of the torture she inflicted on him. She felt like herself sitting on top of him. The control was palpable once more. She felt guilty that it was the man her sister was so fond of but her guilt faded quickly.

Timothy swung his feet from the couch and sat with her spread over him. His hips lifted and he pulled his sweats down. His member sprang from its cloth prison and teased Attina’s fold. Her palms held onto the back of the couch and lowered her body into his shaft. A whimper escaped Attina’s mouth as Timothy pushed deeper into her center. He held her rear as she rode him, her body bouncing to the rhythm of their breaths.

While inside her, Timothy lifted her off the couch and carried her to the floor, gently placing her down as his body stretched out. She felt a twinge of panic as his rough hands glided up her arms and hesitated on her wrists. But the panic faded when his hands laced with hers and held her hands above her head.

Attina wasn't expecting to finish. It had been so long since she had. The sensation shook her core as the pleasure resonated from her lips, “Fuck!” Then she felt him finish with similar sentiments. He kissed her softly as Attina tangled her fingers in his ginger locks.

Timothy rolled over onto the floor and pulled Attina close to hold her. “We don't speak a word of this,” she stated as her fingers walked along the cuts of his muscles.

“Our little secret,” he said sleepily as the alcohol and the sex finally dragged him down.

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In the morning, Timothy woke to an empty room and a note: 

Thank you, -A.A.

written in the flowing elegant handwriting of none other than Attina Atlantica.

[imagine-that-one-thing]

Say You Do. || Chapter Eight.

You can find it on wattpad HERE

Harry:

I groggily wake up to the room still being relatively opaque, the slightest ray of luminous leading to peak through the curtains. I let out a heavy breath, savouring the comfort of our bed, something I have not managed to relish in for a while.

I have become accustomed to sleeping on the couch and creeping into the bedroom right before Sophia wakes up. I do my best to make sure she doesn't find me asleep on the couch, there are some things that are best left concealed from children.

I stretch my legs out against the delicate sheets, shifting my body to the side as my eyes make contact with Emily. I smile to myself, admiring how her hair settles messily around her, and the way her hands stay tucked under the covers or under her pillow. There was a time her fingertips would be hugged to some part of my warm skin, it was always something I would wake up to— her gracious touch.

For a moment I contemplate on my next move, unsure of whether to get out of bed and get started on a nice breakfast or to stay curled up in bed, entirely embracing the rare moment I have to relax and watch her peacefully sleep.

I follow my eyes with her body movements as she squirms in her sleep, a petite chuckle escape escaping my lips when she mumbles something inaudible, and emerges her hands from under the covers, relaxing her up on the surface of the duvet.

I take a risk and inch closer, caressing a few sweet kisses on her tender skin, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at me with the beautiful shade I have grown to love endlessly. At first, her lips stay pursed into a fine line, my heart sinking as I stare down at her, unsure of whether I am still walking on eggshells or not. My own lips curve into a grin when I see her smile sleepily up at me, her voice gently ruling,

"Morning," she whispers with her delicate sounding tone,

"Morning, Em," I continue to beam, my eyes concentrated on the appeal of her opulent, strawberry tinted lips that I want to welcome between my own.

"Has Sophia woken up?" Emily inquires and I shake my head, my body getting ready to fall back down into the comfort of the sheets, but I am abruptly struck by the taste of Emily's honeyed lips against mine, taking me by surprise.

I gingerly position us to be on our sides, my arm pulling her closer to my body as I feel something ignite inside me— soaring like a firework ready to burst into its most beautiful form. My hands want to feel every precise dip and curve her body grants, to caress every fingerbreadth of her warm surface, from the tenderness of my fingers trailing her wrist to my lips brushing their way from her neck, down.

I hesitate to move my hand from its position on her waist, unsure of whether this is leading anywhere other than a harmless few kisses in the early morning. I discreetly tear away from the kiss, my hand continuing to relax on her waist. She blinks at me a few times,

"What's the matter?" she questions, her hands pressing against my chest, her fingertips benevolently curling into my shirt.

"You're okay with this?" I softly whisper, part of me uncertain where we even stand as a married couple, let alone as an intimate couple.

She rolls her eyes can gives me her adoring smile, a smile that is far from faked or dull. Her fingertips dig into my shirt, pulling me down to her, brushing her lips over my own,

"Shut up and kiss me." She mumbles against the taste of my lips, I kiss her.

I kiss her sincerely and patiently as I hover over her, her hands shifting under my shirt, her tender touch flinching my torso for a second before I let out a breath, indulging in her touch.

While I continue to savour the taste that her lips release, I pursue my fingers to the hem of her shirt, twirling it with my finger before I discreetly travel it up her body, breaking our kiss long enough to extract her from her shirt, leaving my eyes exposed to her delicate skin and her lacy undergarment, perfect. My gaze dipping to her décolletage.

She waists no time in tearing my shirt from my body, flinging it to the floor before I lower back down and take bold possession of her lips, her hands wandering and caressing every inch of my body.

Damn, I love her touch tracing my skin.

I draw my lips away from hers and begin to leave my taste to her skin, tracing sweet kisses down her neck, trying not to become too enthralled by each caress she leaves on my body.

I feel her hand transit down my body, her hands dancing at the waistband of my sweatpants in a slow enthralling motion. Emily's hand takes me by surprise when she slips under my pants, accidentally causing me to bite down lightly on her skin.

I feel Emily's chest rise as her chuckle radiates the space between us, my breath trickling down her skin, "tease," I murmur, her hand stirring in teasing motions against my growing desire that is aroused by each slip of her hand. She moves her hands from my pants and presses on my chest, her eyes staring at me with primal need. I raise a brow for a moment, smirking down at her as she bites her lip,

"Move over, damn it," she whines, wanting control of the moment.

I chuckle before allowing her to push me to fall to my side of the bed, my back resting against the covers as she instantly straddles me at my hips. She leans down and her tongue slips into my mouth, taking bold possession of me entirely, my hands feeling every inch they can get ahold of with every demanding sway of our lips tying up like two ships, surging us closer together.

I want her body on mine, I want to feel her hands all over me like their scanning a map for a destination. I want every long, demanding kiss she has to offer me, I want it all.

She drags her lips away from mine, imminently driving them to my chest, leaving me with moist kisses against me, her hand wasting no time with fondling with me—driving me fucking crazy.

I take a breath and feel my blood humming with desire, her lips creeping their way down my torso, gliding over the planes of my abs, being sure not to leave any area untouched.

My fingers lace between the strands of her hair as she continues to grace me with her tongue against my bare skin.

She causes my breath to hitch in my throat when she caresses her lips delicately closer to my sensitivity.

She isn't, surely, she isn't.

I feel a shiver radiate through my humming body when she draws at my pants imperceptibly, her hand wrapping around the base of me. She's going there, she is going into the territory she has strayed far from for quite a while.

Good-fucking-morning to me.

My hands proceed to lace carefully through her silky hair, my hands trembling as she graces me with each strong movement up and down my shaft, causing my head to spin...

A few muffled groans escape my lips before her eyes are gleaming up at me, her hair falling to one side. She gives me a cocky grin, knowing exactly what she has done, perhaps being proud. For a moment, I gaze at her with a gapped mouth, her lips curving into a slow and sexy smile.

My tongue skims the edges of my mouth before a smile is dangled on the corner of my lips.

I take bold possession are flip us over, a small giggled shriek emerging from her, "Feisty," She smirks as I hover over her, staring down at her before her arms wrap around my neck, yanking me down to kiss her pursed lips that are bursting with desire and a sweet taste.

I sense her hand clasp my shoulder when I descend my hand over the lace of her lingerie, doing my best to tease her without overdoing it— appreciating the way her body reacts to the trail of the top of my fingers. I take my sweet time, exploring every inch of the lace, keeping her intrigued through our laced tongues and my wondrous, stroking hand.

She draws away from the attachment of our lips, a small moan emerging when I shift her lingerie to slide down her legs at ease before my fingers enter and move in motions that work perfectly with her emotions— movements that have her toes curling and her eyes falling to half mask.

I glance down and detect a glow in her eyes as she lets out a sharp breath before giving me a small nod, assuring me she is ready to continue.

I ease her knees apart with my hand, her body shifting under me as I clasp my knees to her hips, surging her closer to my arousal, entering slowly for our bodies to adjust. She closes around me and lets out a small groan, my eyes promptly scan to hers for reassurance. Her stare reassures me as her eyes glow are beautiful colour.

My eyes honour the full beauty of her physique as I feel her fingertips tugging at my hair before I force my lips to hers, indulging every motion between us. We both work together to create a fulfilment of concupiscence and emotion; the long, gradual, ride of delight silencing the deep hunger inside me that has been brewing inside me for a while.

I love her, I do, not just in the moment as I thrust into her, but in every moment of every day.

Our tongues dip and swirl in sweet motion as she draws her hands away from my hair and rests them on my shoulders. I relentlessly move my hips against her, primal need stirring vigorously in me as I go deeper. Emily's nails glide against the skin of my back in the passion of our motions. With a heavy pant, I go a bit deeper, her eyes closing shut for a moment, part of me aches that I am throbbing inside of her at a faster pace, part of me knowing she would say something if she wasn't enjoying the transcending physical pleasure.

An urgent need and want flows in a commanding way between us as I feel the charge through my body, my frame getting closer to its breaking rise.

"I'm close," I mumble, informing her of what she can expect within the next few moments, my eyes focusing on her.

She lets out a heavy groan, my name escaping from her lips as her nails dig into my shoulder, her back arching, pushing me further and closer to her. I feel her nails scratch against my back in a shaky manner, her breath becoming rapid with another thrust, my name, again, ringing in my ears. My hand instantly moves to cover her mouth, her vocalisation being louder than anticipated.

I let out a heavy breath, filling her before collapsing to her side, my chest rising rapidly as I stare up at the ceiling.

Damn, that was good.

Emily and I take a few moments of silence to catch our breath as we stare up at the ceiling.

“That was fucking great,” Emily breaks the silence and I hum a response, in total agreement with her,

“Round two?” I propose, propping up on my side to look at her. I watch as a smirk becomes painted across her lips, nodding her response.

I waste no time in mounting our bodies back together, admiring how beautiful she looks even with messy hair and flushed cheeks. I crown my thighs to her hips, leaning down to take possession of her lips. Our tongues tangle together and we get ourselves into a sweet routine, my arousal getting ready to enter her again. But, I am stopped when I hear the voice of our little girl from down the hallway. Instantly, I fall to my back, letting out a heavy sigh as Emily groans.

“Raincheck?” I chuckle as she reaches for the sheets to cover her body as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand to my feet.

“Tonight? When she is asleep.” Emily responds, not asking but quite matter of factly, telling. I don’t dispute her comment, quite liking her eagerness as I force myself to put on my boxers, my hand clasping my sweatpants and tugging them on.

“You okay, Em?” I clear my throat, asking her the same question I always do after sex.

“Mhm,” she hums with a smile, “Great,” she continues, filling me with content and allowing a cocky grin to paint across my lips.

“I’ll get Soph, you might want to get dressed.” I wink, gesturing to her body that is covered only by our sheets. Emily rolls her eyes as I reach for the door, stepping out and closing the door behind me.

The hallway is softly brought to light by the big windows before me, framing the view we possess on our estate. I hear Emily rustling in our room, now probably hurrying to make herself decent and still be on time to accommodate Sophia’s morning routine. I shake my head as I recall this morning’s happenings, wiping the smile from my face faintly as I enter Sophia’s bedroom.

She sits perched on her bed, her dark hair an unruly mess and her eyes tired. She graciously smiles at me, raising her hand to wave at me weakly before yawning.

“Good morning, angel.” I coo at her, walking to her bed and sitting on the edge. “You’re up early.”

“I’m hungry.” She whines tiredly at me, pushing me to scoot off her bed as she stretches.

I softly laugh, her over-dramatic manner mirrors that of which I could expect from Emily. I stand from her bed, watching her twist her body around before lying still again, seemingly asleep. I watch her for a few moments more, confused and amused by this Sophia’s events so far.

I decide to humor her, she’s so young, and so convinced she is tricking me by playing dead.

“Sophia is asleep again!” I sigh in an over exaggerated voice. “Looks like mummy and I are going to eat all of breakfast by ourselves.”

With these words, Sophia pops up, looking upset and offended.

“No!” She slams her hands on her mattress. “I was pretending to be asleep, I’m still hungry.”

“Come on then.” I tilt my head to the door, “Let’s get breakfast ready.”

Happily, yet lazily, Sophia stands from her bed. Her long sleeved pajamas are out of order, and she has no interest in fixing them. I shake my head at her, kneeling down to her height and fixing the pant legs and sleeves of her pajamas. She softly thanks me, before grabbing at my wrist and walking beside me towards the stairs.

She stops momentarily, looking over at the closed door to the master bedroom.

“Where’s mummy?”

“She is just getting dressed, she’ll be down in a minute.” I convince her, easily, and she seems to be satisfied with this.

Sophia and I begin cooking in the kitchen. We decided on waffles this morning, which is Sophia’s favourite, but not so much mine and Emily’s. We eat waffles far too often for me to respect them anymore. She is overjoyed by the process of cooking her favourite food, and is wildly amused by the mess we are making with the flower and the mixer. I laugh along with her, as her happiness is radiating onto myself.

I really have nothing to complain about.

We begin to cook our creations, adding berries and chocolate to some of the mix to make them less bland. These seem to make them more bearable for myself and Emily, something we discovered years ago upon desperation to at least slightly enjoy the food our daughter loved the most.

One day we will tell her how much we hate waffles.

About ten minutes later, Emily makes her way into the kitchen. Smelling the air around her and pretending to be excited for breakfast. Sophia claps when she sees her mother, and Emily reciprocates by lifting Sophia onto her hip, and showering her with kisses.

I watch as Emily begins to walk around with Sophia, talking to her lowly as she asks about her night’s sleep. She seems to be walking more delicately, in a way that she had done on previous occasions. She’s sore, but not complaining about it. This could only be reflecting a job well done, and a start to a good day.

Emily carries Sophia over to the stove, where I am left cooking these damn waffles. I look over at my two girls, and both look up at me, sharing the same smile. Seeing them together, in the morning light, only further reminds me of how much I love them both.

“Daddy is doing a very good job,” Emily giggles to Sophia. “The waffles look gorgeous, right Sophia?”

She nods, looking down at the pan to reveal a golden brown waffle. She is pleased with the results, and giggles at both Emily and I with anticipation.

“Here,” Emily starts, taking my place by the stove, still carrying Sophia in her arms. “I’ve got this, how about you set the table?”

She cocks an eyebrow at me, and I can see she is still in a playful mood. I silently oblige, collecting the plates and utensils and Emily finishes up by the stove. I set the table around the papers, those papers have stacked in a neat pile on this gorgeous table for far too long, but I feel like I am in no place to move them.

I pour juice in all of our glasses, and as if on queue, Emily brings the platter of waffles and sets them on the table. Her and Sophia both take their seats at the table, sitting across from each other as I sit at the head of the table.

I watch Emily serve Sophia, her mood is less strict and demanding as usual. I momentarily assume it’s because of this morning’s events, but I begin to push that out of my mind as I think more realistically. I have never possessed the power to fuck her into a good mood, and I couldn’t possibly have done it this time around.

As we begin to eat our meal, we engage in small talk, mostly revolving around Sophia. Asking about school, and her peers in class. She seems pleased with her current educational standing, and those she chooses to surround herself with. She is doing extremely well in school, and has not a care in the world.

Emily and I exchange glances from our seats, smiling at each other and making brief comments to each other in regards to Sophia’s stories.

Sophia begins to tell us about a game she plays in the school yard, and places her fork down to perform exaggerated movements to show exactly how it’s done. The amusement is genuine, as I watch her poorly explain the game of soccer to us, but we act naive for her sake.

I look down from the performance commencing at the dining table, and focus on the plate of food before me. As I gather the food onto my fork, and prepare for it to be put in my mouth, I hear a quick clattering of dishes, and suddenly the orange juice creeps its way into my line of view. Sophia, somehow, managed to tip her glass, probably knocking it over as she swung her arms around.

Emily rushes to get paper towels, and hands some to me as we begin to wipe the table and rid it from this sticky mess. My eyes divert as I wipe the dark wood, and take notice to the collection of legal papers on the table — That of which only contained the signature of Emily.

We had previously answered Sophia’s questions regarding this stack of papers, and only came to define them as, ‘mummy and daddy’s special papers.’

“I’m sorry!” Sophia exclaims from her seat, bringing her legs up to her chest as her hands are pressed to her face. “I didn’t mean to ruin the special papers.”

I reassure Sophia that it was okay, and that the store prints many copies of special papers and we could get more. She seems unsatisfied by my words, only concerned with Emily, who had warned her several times about these papers.

To be quite honest, I was also wary about how Emily would react, and decided not to verbally confront her about it — But to simply just watch.

She was calm, concluded wiping the table and threw away the dampened cloths. When she walked back to the table, she looked down at the papers, picking them up and viewing the orange impact they had just withheld.

“I’m sorry, mummy.” Sophia says, stressed and afraid by her mother’s anticipated reaction.

Emily looks up from behind the papers, lowering them slightly to look at both Sophia and I before she decides to finally speak.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” She calmly whispers, walking to Sophia’s side of the table and rubbing her shoulder. “Daddy and I don’t need these papers anymore.”

I look at Emily from behind Sophia, confused and without words. Her statement, although minor to Sophia, was bold and sudden to me.

“See?” Emily whispers to Sophia, showing her the once eggshell white pages, pressed with our names and an intention to obliterate our marriage.

She rips the papers, before my very eyes, showing Sophia how worthless these pages are.

She looks up at me, holding the fragments of the document that could single handedly tear our relationship apart. In that moment, I saw the glimmer in her eyes, one that bestowed she is mine — and she isn't going anywhere.

[andinewton]

Second Chances - Avengers Redemption Series - Part One - Chapter 44

Characters:  Loki, Maia Tomson (OFC), Sigyn, pretty much everyone from the MCU appears at some point, including some special appearances by members of the X-Men!

Pairings: Loki x Maia Tomson, Loki x Sigyn,

Warnings:  Smut, so much smut, violence, swearing; listen, it’s NSFW and 18+, just bear that in mind!

Word Count: 179105

Summary: Loki has been handed over to The Avengers to pay penance for his past crimes, underpowered and underwhelmed by his post he is assigned a new ‘guide to Midgard’ by his superiors and is more than a little surprised when a petite freckled, redhead is waiting in the conference room, not at all like the previous handlers he has been assigned, who quit after a very short time with the snarky god. Maia Tomson is a trained literature teacher and counsellor, maybe not someone you would have picked out to be a guide to the God of Mischief but her mentor, Charles Xavier, knows she likes a challenge, and when The Avengers ask him to recommend someone she is top of his list. Surprised by the assignment, Maia takes it on, promising to do her best, but was not counting on a mutual attraction with her charge.

Join Loki on a journey to discover that his heart is not as frozen as he believes it to be, an adventure spanning almost a millennia of love gained and lost and rediscovered in the most unlikely of places…

Master List

More smut!!!

Chapter 44

Summary:  Heating up the hanger...

'Was it this big before?' Maia asked as she clung to the handrail while making her way down the ice coated stairs, her shoes slipping despite the grips on the soles. 'It hasn't changed, sweet.' Loki walked beside her, prepared to catch her if she fell, keeping his feet particularly easily as he had changed into his armour with its heavy boots and protective leather, against the heat she was supposed to try and call. 'I suspect the thought of it being smaller is a combination of how the news made you feel emotionally and that melting it is a daunting task.' 'You're not wrong on that last one.' She breathed as they reached the bottom. 'How am I meant to do this? What the hell was I thinking?' 'That you would help and damn the consequences?' He took her left hand in his own, wrapped his other arm around her back and slid her to the centre of the room.

'Sounds about right.' He turned her to face him, holding her hands. 'I can give it a burst of flame but we know what will happen. Really I need to put out heat, but I don't want to hurt you, and I don't even know if I can do enough.' 'I have both my magic and armour for protection, love, don't worry about that, as for the heat, I have something of a suggestion.' 'I'm all ears.' 'You know I believe the ice was a representation of your grief.' She nodded. 'That does make sense.' She swallowed at the memory. The news had given her a cold feeling inside and her magic may have manifested it physically. She had seen it happen often enough at the school. 'What do you think triggered it to act like this? It's never done it before?' 'It must be connected to the return of your true self. It is far too coincidental.' He said thoughtfully. 'And that coincided with the first time we...' 'Okay, I got it.' She blushed at the thought of all they had done. 'Mmm. I believe you do.' An idea crept into his mind. 'I have an idea of how to aid you in calling heat.' He stepped around behind her and stood so close she could feel the warmth of his presence and her breath fogged in the air as she let out a shuddering sigh. 'Do you think you can guess how I might raise heat in you, kitten?’ His voice ruffled her hair, so close to her ear she knew he was bent over, his arms curving around her waist. 'I think I'm glad I asked for the cameras to be disconnected.' She said quietly. 'Fear not, dove, there will be nothing to see, unless you make it so.' 'I still get the feeling you're going to be obscene.' He chuckled. 'Darling, you have no idea.' He pulled her back tight against him with one arm while the other came up, his knuckles brushing down her cheek before his fingers stroked over the marks he had made with just enough pressure to let her know that it was deliberate. She hummed faintly, the sound making him smile. 'Oh those little noises you make when I touch your skin, and this is just your neck. What else can I coax from you when I touch you elsewhere? And I will. I will have you moan my name, scream it, until you are hoarse, and for every noise I shall mark you again until you have no doubt who you belong to. I will take my time with you, exploring every little thing that arouses you, driving you to the edge of pain, aching for me, begging for me,' Maia whimpered at his words, her eyes drifting closed as heat to rival her blush pooled inside her and Loki began to slowly trace power over her skin, hoping to coax hers free. 'And when you are below me, writhing with need, I shall devour you, fulfilling your every desire as I enter your warm depths. What noises shall you make for me? What new sounds can I have you elicit? I want your breaths ragged, your skin glistening and your back bowed. I want everyone in this building to know I am to blame for the sounds you will make, and when you finally come undone, your body clenching around mine, I will have you look into my eyes, filling you deeply as I join you in the throes of ecstasy.' Maia had felt heat rushing through her as he spoke, distracting her from their task but aiding it at the same time. Power had leaked from her as he spoke, starting the defrosting process. Loki looked up as water began dripping down on them and he realised his mistake. Being stood under so much melting ice was not a good idea. He managed a quick; 'Sorry, love!' Before hiking her off her feet in one arm and running for cover below the stairs. Maia's eyes shot open as she was hauled off her feet and Loki effortlessly sprinted with her to beneath the stairs. 'What happened?' She asked, just seconds before a large slab of ice crashed down from the ceiling, making her jump. Loki pushed her into the corner and shielded her with his body as shards peppered the room and he felt her magic shut down abruptly. 'I am unsure moving from here is wise until the risk of falling ice has lessened.' He leant back but kept his hands on the wall either side of her head. Her breathing was just a little too fast, her skin still flushed. 'Probably a good thing, you about wrecked me with that mouth of yours.' He got a mischievous glint in his eye. 'What a splendid idea.' He dropped to his knees in front of her, catching his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and making them disappear entirely. 'Wait, what're you...oh jeez.' She realised what he had planned as he palmed her underwear down her legs. 'Loki, we shouldn't.' She managed but remembered he always had had a penchant for stowing away in alcoves and between little used library shelves, amusing himself as she tried not to scream. 'Of course we should, sweet. What better way to flood this room with heat?' He raised her leg and rested it over his shoulder as his fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh. He rolled his head up to look at her as his fingers slid through her folds. 'My, so wet, and this was merely from words.' He ran his finger around her entrance as she whimpered, her head rolling back against the wall. Loki watched the sheer joy on her face at this smallest of touches before bowing his head to her and licking a long, wet stripe along her as his finger entered her. Maia groaned in pleasure at the feel of Loki inside her, his mouth and tongue eating at her hungrily. Her hands found his hair and threaded through it as he added two more fingers, curling them as they went deep, her breath coming in short gasps. Loki toyed with her, licking and sucking as he let the taste of her roll through him. She was the sweetest thing and he knew he would never tire of this. He could feel her beginning to tense in readiness for the orgasm to come, and he licked her, tongue flat and wide, as he added magic to it, coaxing her to put out more heat with her release. Maia teetered on the brink for a moment before her body finally gave, heat rushing through her in a wave that carried on out of her on the power Loki had raised, her hips twitching violently as he held her still through the convulsions. She was still shaking when he stood, holding her raised leg behind the knee as he made his leather pants disappear, guiding himself into her. She gave a strangled cry, not even trying to hide it, and he chuckled to himself, such a free sound spilling through her lips only increasing his appetite for her. Once seated inside her he stood fully, raising her other leg to wrap around him and pushing her up the wall to his height with their joined hips. Her lips found his, a desperate attempt to take back some control, and he let her have it, there was little else she was able to do, and little else he was willing to give. She was his, his claim was staked, and he would have her. Maia gave a high, mewling sound as Loki finally began to move, gliding almost all the way out of her before slamming back in again, their lips parting in a tandem groan that echoed in the large space. Loki pressed his lips to her cheek as he found a deep, fast rhythm that set off short, sharp pangs inside her, bridging the gap between pleasure and pain in a way Maia had never known, yet Sigyn remembered, oh so well. Her hands grasped at the leather and metal across his shoulders as his movement sent the same contrasting materials grazing across her thighs, zips and buckles adding to the impending ecstasy. Loki pushed his way back inside her, adding power to his thrust, and it was as though a dam broke inside them both, magic coursing between them as he sunk into her with one final stroke that had them both cry out, bodies bucking as pleasure tore through them, wave after wave. As the tremors of exertion began to pulse through them, Loki carefully separated them, lowering her as he turned to put his back to the wall, crouching as the floor was now one great puddle, and Maia made a small squeaking noise as her toes touched the frigid water. ‘Good job, love.’ Loki murmured against her hair as he surveyed the now defrosted room. ‘So, all I need is,’ she took a shuddering breath, ‘for you to blow my mind, and I can call heat without passing out.’ He kissed her hair and leant back, surveying her flushed cheeks and swollen lips with pride. ‘It just proves it’s possible, sweet. There are other forms of heat, just few as compelling.’ ‘I doubt any others are as compelling.’ She ghosted her lips over his. They heard the door above bang open and Thor’s voice echoed through the room. ‘Brother? Lady Sigyn?’ ‘He is not permitted to call you that.’ Loki purred against her skin before calling out; ‘We’re here, Thor. All is well.’ ‘Stark told me of the power. Is Sigyn well?’ Loki gave her raised eyebrows and she sighed. ‘I’m fine, Thor, but please, it’s Maia.’ ‘As you wish.’ Thor’s voice grew closer as he descended the stairs and Maia gave Loki wide, startled eyes. Loki stood, his legs shaking as he replaced their garments, keeping his hands on Maia while she found her re-covered feet as she wavered slightly. ‘I would see you both hearty with my own eyes before I relinquish my worry.’ ‘He would.’ Maia muttered as Loki turned her to the wall again, cupping her cheek with his hand as a scrap of black lace caught his eye. He quickly waved his hand so Maia’s underwear disappeared as there was the sound of more footfalls above. Loki bowed his head towards Maia just as Thor appeared around the corner and he turned to look at him. ‘Must you interrupt my every pleasure, brother?’ Loki asked simply. Thor took a step back as he took in Maia’s flushed cheeks, her arms around his brother as he leant into what was obviously not their first kiss of the moment. ‘This will not suffice to call power in battle.’ He waved a finger at them and it reminded Maia so much of the time Thor had caught them kissing in a curtained alcove at a ball that it made her laugh and she dropped her forehead onto Loki’s chest as she giggled. ‘Please, brother, a little heavy petting to celebrate her success, that is all.’ Loki’s reply, other than the success part, was almost word for word to what she remembered, which made her laugh all the harder. ‘Heavy petting?’ Tony’s voice preceded him around the corner. ‘What is this? A nineties pool party?’ ‘I suspect Lady Sig, I mean Maia, is thinking of a certain solstice ball their absence was noted at.’ Loki snorted a laugh. ‘I had quite forgotten about that.’ ‘I hadn’t.’ Maia grinned up at him. ‘What solstice ball?’ Tony looked between the three of them. ‘Cherry Bomb, talk to me?’ ‘We should tell the rest of the team.’ She said as Loki kissed her forehead. ‘Those that have not bumped into Darcy already, at least.’ ‘Darcy is aware?’ Thor asked as Loki guided Maia out of the alcove with his arm around her. He could feel she was still trembling but visibly the rose of her cheeks was the only giveaway.   ‘Darcy overheard us and reacted like the exuberant pup she is.' Loki smiled at Thor. ‘I would not be surprised if she is even now planning the wedding and knitting baby bootees.’ ‘Baby bootees? Wedding? How long were we gone?’ Tony asked in confusion. ‘Long enough, my friend.’ Thor clapped him on the back. ‘This is quite a tale.’

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