#so I was making a salad in the kitchen..then I broke a wine bottle on the floor and I guess it's possible a shard flew up

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

I may have swallowed a piece of glass. But since I don't know if I did I guess....🤷🏼‍♀️

[live-love-be-unique]

Put your sweet lips on my lips

Summary: when your dad invites his new boss and his family for dinner you had no idea you’d be spending the evening with your high school crush and sharing a hot encounter in your home library with your parents downstairs.

Parings: Steve Harrington x freader

Warnings: sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving)

18+ Minors DNI

“Now remember, tonight is a very important night for your father” your mother says, tying a pink ribbon into your hair. She’d chosen everything for you and your dad to wear tonight, you all had to impress “We need to make a good impression” your dad had gotten a promotion and your parents had invited your dad’s new boss and his family for dinner and your mother was obsessed with making sure everything was picture perfect.

“Honey, Where’s my tie?” Your dad’s deep voice sounded down the hallway, as he walked into your room, buttoning his shirt. “Really Richard” your mother huffed as she went to find the tie that she had so carefully laid out for him on their dresser this morning.

“You look beautiful, peanut” he said warmly as you looked over at yourself in the mirror, hands smoothing down over the skirt of the dress your mother had picked out for you to wear tonight.

“Thanks Dad” you smiled as he kissed the top of your head. Your mother walked back into your room, helping your dad put his tie on.

“I bought two bottles of champagne, do you think that will be enough?” Your mother fussed about, going over everything as you and your dad followed her into the living room.

“It will be perfect, Mary” your father soothed, placing a gentle kiss on your mother's temple.

A sharp knock at the door broke the sweet moment. Your parents stood in front of the large mirror by the front door and made sure they looked as polished as possible, your mother smoothing a few invisible flyaways from your hair before your dad opened the front door, a beaming smile gracing his face. “Mr Harrington” he said warmly, shaking the other man’s hand.

Your dad ushered the Harringtons into your home, introducing them to you and your mother “and this must be young Steve?” Your father said, noticing the younger man as he walked through the front door.

If only your teenage self could be here right now, she’d have a fit! Your high school crush Steve Harrington was standing in your living room, shaking hands with your dad and making small talk with your mother. He looked like the kind of boy you would find in a Teen Beat magazine, with his pretty eyes and perfect hair and his easy smile just dripping with charm.

Then Steve turns and smiles at you as he says your name and oh shit, it’s not just a high school crush anymore.

Your mother ushered everyone towards the dining room as dinner was served, she’d spent all day on the perfect dinner party menu of Niçoise salad, steak diane and an amaretto brûlée for dessert.

Your dad was right of course, the night was going off without a hitch, your parents and the Harringtons getting along like a house on fire.

After dinner everyone had made their way to the living room with wines and port to relax, reminiscing about their youths; telling tales of escapades they had gotten up too, you’d stayed behind cleaning up the dinnerware and taking it to the kitchen. As your dad asked Steve his plans for the future you snuck off to your dad’s small office that housed your family’s library of books. That’s where he found you, leaning against shelves flipping through a book.

“So this is where you’re hiding?” Steve says, ditching his sports jacket onto the small desk by the door.

“Dinner parties aren’t really my thing” you chuckled.

“Mine either, too much schmoozing and trying to impress people” he smirks, falling into the large plush armchair, arm draped over the back, “I remember you, from school, you know”

“You do?”

“Sure, you sat up the back of Mrs Potter’s class. You always had your head in a book” Steve said, nodding his head towards the shelves of books that littered the room.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me, I wasn’t exactly memorable”

“Of course I would” he muttered, picking at a thread on one of the cushions. “So, what are you reading?” He gestured to the book in your hands.

Realizing you’d picked up one of your mothers Harlequin romance novels, something about a mountain man and his mail order bride, you tried to hide the cover of the novel against your chest, crossing your arms over it in an effort to avoid further embarrassment.

“Come on” Steve smirked, standing up and strolling closer to you “show me” he’d seen the blush that coloured your cheeks “it’s a dirty book, isn’t it?!”

“It’s not mine” you protested as he grabbed the book from your hands and opened it to the page you were on.

It was now Steve’s turn to blush, the page you were reading was of course one of the more raunchy chapters in the book.

“This is what you like huh? He pushed her against the wall, his large hands gripping her tight as she felt his large…” he read a line from the open page as you reached for the book.

Steve moved to hold the book away from you as he kept reading, he was a full head taller then you so he had no trouble. In the struggle you ended up between Steve and the bookshelf, one of his large warm hands holding your hip tightly as his deep brown eyes bore down on you with intensity.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Just say the word and I’ll walk away” you didn’t say a word, you couldn’t say anything, not with the way Steve was looking at you.

One of Steve’s hands moved to cup your cheek as he leaned in and kissed you. Body pressing against you as he deepened the kiss. His lips combined with his hands traveling all over your body causing all thoughts to leave your head except for one, Steve.

One of his large, warm hands grasps onto your thigh, hoisting it up against his hip as he looks into your eyes, silently questioning if you want to continue. You nod, not trusting your voice.

He slides a hand up underneath your skirt, fingers dancing up along your thighs and he maneuvers he trails his fingers along the lace on the outside of your underwear, teasing you. He finally touches the growing wet spot between your legs and over your underwear and then he dips his fingers inside you causing you to gasp. His lips pressed against the skin of your collarbone while he continues to slide his fingers in and out of you at a torturously slow pace that made you lose your mind.

“Steve?” You gasped as he kissed his way across your face and down your neck. You gripped him tighter as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Yeah baby?” He groans against your skin.

“I…I need…” your brain couldn’t form a coherent thought, not with the way Steve’s hands roamed over your body, setting every nerve on fire and not with the way his lips felt against your neck.

“I know, I know, I’ve got you baby”

Then Steve sinks to his knees and gazes up at you with those deep brown eyes, watching your every reaction as he lifts your skirt and bunches it around your waist, he drags your underwear down your legs and Steve groans as his warm hands keep your thighs spread open for him “You’re so pretty, you know that, baby?”

You watch as he licks his lips and stares at your body like he’s about to have the most delicious meal ever, savoring the sight of you like he’s got all day to do it, the raucous laughter of your parents drowned out by your heart beating out of your chest.

“Keep your eyes on me” he breathed and places soft kisses to your hips.“please I need to see you” he teases you with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you, your hands are in his hair holding him against you. You moan his name in a fractured sigh, with your other hand you lace your fingers together with his at your hip. You don't even care that your parents are downstairs, the only thing you can think about is him. and, fuck, it feels so good.

Steve eats you out like he’s a man starved, like he’s drunk on your taste. Threading your fingers through his hair, gripping a little as he moans into you.

“That’s it baby, I need to hear you” oh god, he’s so good at this You think as you arch your back needing to feel him even closer if that was possible.

All at once you feel the familiar knot in your belly tightening and you have to bite your hand to stop from crying out Steve’s name as stars explode behind your eyelids.

Steve places gentle kisses on your thighs as you come down from your impossible high. “Oh my god” you giggled breathlessly as Steve stood up in front of you grinning, eyes darkened with lust.

“I hope that was better than your book” Steve smirked and leaned in for another heated kiss as your parents called for you, the Harringtons were leaving.

“Now remember” Mrs Harrington said to your mother as you and Steve rejoined your parents “dinner is at our house next weekend, and don’t you bring a thing!” The two women laughed as you and Steve shared a look.

Another dinner party, you thought to yourself the perfect opportunity for me to return the favor.

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[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 49

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.0k

Chapter 48 | Masterlist

I groaned in frustration as I made another attempt at Carol’s pie crust recipe. It was simple, but every time I moved it, it broke. “Ugh! Rooster!” I called out in frustration. “You okay?” He asked as he came in through the back door. “No.” I groaned out, leaning on the island. “What’s wrong?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my head. “It keeps breaking every time I go to put it on the plate.” He chuckled, kissing my temple. “Here, I’ll help you.” I nodded and he helped me gently lift the crust, and lay it on the plate where I molded the cracks back together. “Thank you.” I said as I tossed it in the fridge. “Got the grill fired up?” He nodded and grabbed the chuck roast that’s been marinating all night. We put it on and closed the lid, letting it cook.

I was running around the kitchen, finishing up the sides and I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet. “Honey, go get ready. I’ll handle this.” I shook my head. “I have to finish up this potato salad, and then I will.” I said as I was mixing it. Suddenly Rooster gently grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Tell me how to finish it and I will.” I huffed before nodding and cleaning my hands off. “Thank you. I’ll be back.” I said as I kissed his cheek and went upstairs. I changed into a white and blue floral sundress and straightened my hair before I decided I looked good. The doorbell went off and I went downstairs, swinging the door open. “Hey guys.” I greeted, letting in Payback and Rita. “I couldn’t not bring anything, so I brought wine.” She said as she held up two bottles. “Nice!” Soon everyone else rolled in, the only people I was waiting on were her parents. "MOM! CAILA WON'T LET HAVE A BITE OF THE FOOD!" Jameson screamed from beside me and I turned to him. "You know damn well this is for Penny! It's not about you J." I said as I put the cling wrap over the bowls to keep the bugs out of it. "But I'm hungry!" He whined like a child. He was really working my nerves today. Suddenly a large hand reached by me and Jameson took off outside with hamburger buns in his hands. "JAMESON!" I screamed, running after him.

It didn't take long for me to catch him, diving and wrapping my arms around his legs, causing him to fall, losing the bread in his hands. "My food!" He cried before turning to me. "I'm gonna kill you!" He grabbed me and put me in a headlock as he stood, but I swiped his leg and we both fell to the ground. I managed to get free and grabbed his leg and pulled it backwards towards his spine. He let out a high pitched scream before reaching back and grabbing my hair that dangled at my shoulder making me scream. Rooster burst out the back door with a look of concern on his face but it went away when he saw our positions. "KICK HIS ASS CAILA!" Laura yelled from behind Roo, startling him. "Let go of my leg!" "Let go of my hair and I will!" I pulled harder, making him yell. "I just wanted food!" "My house, my rules!" He pulled my hair harder, making my back arch. "I swear to god if you rip out my hair, I'm breaking your leg!" A sharp whistle made us stop and we managed to catch sight of our dad. I tugged his leg one last time. "UNCLE!" At that I let him go and stood. “I’ll get you back for that.” He said as he laid on the ground, chest heaving as he tried to breathe. I laughed, looking down at him, not having broken a sweat. “Sure ya will.” I said as I walked off towards Rooster. Laura gave me a high five as she laughed at her husband. “That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.” Rooster whispered in my ear as he gripped my waist. I giggled, tilting my head up at him. “Oh yeah?” I whispered in his ear, deciding to tease him and use the tip of my tongue to lick his neck, making him groan. 

“Makes me want to take you inside and bend you over.” He said as he squeezed my waist, my dress scrunching in his hold. “Mm, maybe later.” I said, stepping out of his hold and walking around him to go back inside. I finished a few things before the doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath knowing it would be Admiral Benjamin and his wife. I grabbed the doorknob, steeling my nerves as I swung the door open. “Admiral Benjamin. Pleasure to meet you.” I allowed them to come in before shaking Admiral Benjamin’s hand in the entryway. “Pleasure to meet you as well, Lieutenant. But just call me Stephen, and this is my wife Dorothy.” I shook her hand as well as I heard someone behind me. “Oh, Bradley!” I called and he smiled as he came over, his arm immediately finding my waist. “Admiral this is my fiance, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” They shook hands. “Call sign?” “Rooster, sir.” He nodded and stared at him for a second. “Are you Nick Bradshaw’s boy?” He nodded, a grin on his face. “I am.” Admiral Benjamin laughed. “Your dad was a great man.” Rooster’s smile widened. “Thank you, sir.”

“Can I get you guys a drink or anything?” Rooster asked. “White wine please.” Dorothy said and he nodded. “Got any scotch?” Rooster nodded. My father apparently gifted him some when they went golfing. With that I made sure everything was outside on the tables so it would be ready when Mav, Penny and Amelia got here. “So why did you decide to host my daughter's party here?” Stephen asked me. “Well it was actually Maverick’s idea.” I said. “So why didn’t Maverick do it at his place?” I knew he was searching for faults in Maverick. “Well his place is an airstream in a hangar, out in the desert. He didn’t want to do it at Penny’s place because it would’ve been too hard to keep her out of the house long enough. My house was the next best place.” I said as I set up the hamburger buns. “I know you don’t like Mav.” I said, catching his attention. “He’s in the navy. He’s going to be deployed. But all those times he ‘left’ Penny? Were because you sent him off. Did you ever stop and consider he’d stay and be good for her if you just let them be?” He stared at me and didn’t say anything, but the doorbell going off tore me away from the conversation. 

Everyone went quiet as I went into the house. I swung the door open, smiling at Penny, Mav and Amelia. “Hey! Oh my god, happy birthday!” I said as I pulled Penny into a hug. “Thank you. Pete said we had to stop by here before dinner, he said he hid my gift at your house.” She said with a wide grin on her face. “He sure did! It’s out back!” I said and motioned them through. She grinned, walking towards the back door. “I swear, Pete. If you got me a dog.” She said but stopped in the doorway as everyone yelled surprise. She turned to Pete, eyes glassy. “Thank you.” She said, pulling him into a kiss. “Food’s ready if you’re hungry.” I said and she nodded, making her way outside.She hugged her parents as Rooster pulled the meat off the grill and I shredded it. “Alright, birthday girl first!” Everyone came up one by one, getting their food and drinks and finally, I was able to sit down in a chair with food and a beer. I sat in a chair next to Rooster, smiling at him as we all dug in. The chatter was loud, with a lot of questions pertaining to the wedding. Once we were done eating I made Penny sit at the table as I went inside, grabbing the still hot pie. I stuck twenty candles in it before walking outside. The sun had gone down and the only light came from the ones strung up around the yard. 

“I was told you weren’t a fan of cake.” I said as I sat the pie down in front of her. “You shouldn’t have.” She said, smiling at me. “Well I did,” I said as I took dad’s lighter, lighting all the candles. “Now blow out your twenty candles!” I said and she laughed, closing her eyes for a few seconds before blowing them out. We all cheered and I started cutting the pie, giving Penny the first slice. “So, what’d you wish for?” Mav asked, leaning down and kissing her head. “If I told you, it wouldn't come true.” She said, smirking at him. “They really do love each other, don’t they?” I asked, leaning back into Rooster’s chest. “Yeah, they do. But not as much as us.” I laughed. “Now let me have a bite of that pie.” I held the fork up to his lips, him moaning in delight as he took a bite. “Taste just like mom’s.” He said, hugging me closer. “I’ll need to cook more of her recipes now that we have her recipe box.” He hummed in agreement, burying his face in my neck. “Is this how our life is going to be from now on?” I asked and he nodded. “As long as you want it, pretty girl. As long as you want it.” I smiled. “I could get used to this.” I watched as everyone talked and had fun. JJ was in Jake’s arms, getting tossed in the air while Laura watched on in worry. “Me too.” He whispered back.

Once everything was said and done, everyone left, mom and Laura hanging back to help me clean. We finally finished and gathered in the living room, me snatching JJ from Jameson and sitting next to Rooster. “You’re gonna be the cutest little ring bearer.” I said and he grinned at me. “I’m still offended I don’t have a part in this wedding.” Jameson said as he jokingly pouted on the couch. “Well we did want to ask you something.” I said, glancing from Jameson to Rooster. He raised an eyebrow at us, curious about our offer. “We were wondering if you’d walk the dogs down the aisle and hold onto them during the ceremony.” He narrowed his eyes at us. “I know it seems insignificant. But it would mean a lot to us.” I said, leaning my head on Rooster’s shoulder, cradling JJ close. He looked from me to Dahlia, who caught his eye and got up, slowly walking over. She put her front paws on the couch, putting her face in Jameson’s. “Ugh, fine. Only because I can’t say no to this face.” He said, grabbing her face and smiling at her. “Well, I guess that means we have everyone we need for the wedding.” I said, grinning at Rooster. 

Soon we all said our goodbyes, seeing as everyone was leaving tonight. Mom just wrapped up her tour and she had a few interviews in L.A. but everyone else was going home. I turned to Rooster, who was grabbing the last of the trash. “You okay if I go change?” He smiled at me, and nodded. I rushed upstairs, dogs behind me and went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. It was back to work tomorrow and I was excited and not ready all at once. I washed my face, and brushed my hair before I changed into one of Bradley’s shirts and nothing else. I finally crawled into our warm bed, rubbed lotion on my legs and grabbed my book. I had my glasses on and was reading until a figure in the doorway caught my attention. I looked up to see Rooster leaning on the doorframe, giving me a soft smile. “You okay?” I asked and he nodded. “I just can’t believe I get to marry you, and get to see you like this for the rest of my life.” I giggled like a schoolgirl, smiling widely as he made his way over. 

He approached the bed, and pulled the covers off me before climbing up the bed on all fours. “Mm, and I get this for the rest of my life.” I said as he straddled my waist. His large hands ran down my body, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I was bare before him and the cold air brought my nipples to a peak. He licked his lips as he stared down at me, his hand cupping my breast before he ran his thumb over my nipple. “God, you’re beautiful.” I smirked up at him, running my hands up his denim clad thighs and over his clothed erection. He hissed as I applied pressure and moaned as I unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m beautiful and skillful.” He laughed as I stuck my hand into his boxers, gripping his erection, making him buck up into my hand. “How about you show me how skillful you can be?” I could only grin up at him before he flipped us over. 

The following night we were at home, curled up on the couch, ready to watch mom’s interview. “How do you think this is gonna go?” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s JImmy Kimmel, anything can happen.” I said as Rooster plopped down on the couch next to me, a wine glass and a bottle of riesling in hand. “Thank you.” I said as he filled the glass and handed it to me. He smiled just as mom walked on stage. In typical Regina Motey fashion her outfit was all glitter and rhinestones, shimmering as she met Jimmy and sat down. “It’s so great to have you back on the show.” She smiled at him. “It’s great to be here.” “So, you just wrapped up your tour and I hear you're planning a wedding for your daughter?” He asked and my heart fell into my stomach. “I am.” She said with a big smile. “How’s that going?” He asked. “It’s going great. They’re basically doing the planning themselves, but we did find her dress and hosted her engagement party this past week.” 

“And how do you feel about her fiance? Seeing how the last one turned out.” I sunk down a little lower in my seat, Rooster tightening his hold on me. “We love him! Bradley has quickly become part of the family and I couldn’t have asked for a better man for her.” I looked up at Bradley who had a wide grin on his face. “Now Bradley is the one she was seeing when she was married? Don’t you think that’s a little tasteless?” I leaned more into Bradley as my mom narrowed her eyes at him. “Well considering how he treated her, I don’t blame her for finding comfort in someone else. He treats her really well and you can tell he thinks she hangs the stars and moon. You can call it tasteless if you want, but what I think is tasteless is how he hurt her, cheated on her and tried to pin her for murder.” I fought back the grin at her words. Mom could snap, and lose her cool and she can look crazy, but she can also be very tactful. The rest of the interview was about her music and what’s next and you could tell she was dying to get out of there. 

Once it was over we went upstairs to go to bed and I was putting lotion on my legs when he came out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers. “You okay?” My head snapped up to him and I nodded. “You sure? You seem out of it.” He asked, laying next to me as I put my lotion away. “Yeah. It’s just weird remembering that other people are aware of our relationship and have their own opinions on it.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my chest. “You know their opinions don’t matter, right?” I nodded, running my hands through his soft curls. “I do. It’s just a reminder that my life isn’t as private as most.” He hummed, slowly drifting off. “We should get some sleep, Roo. I love you.” I said and he hummed. “Love you too.” He muttered, slowly drifting off.

Tuesday proved to be busy. We had quite a few hops lined up and I knew I would be spending most of my day in the air. By the end of my first hop, I was already sweating as I brought my jet down, landing smoothly and taxiing into a space between Rooster and Payback’s jet. I lifted the canopy and got out, climbing down to the ground. “Hey, check your phone. Your mom has blown me up in the last twenty minutes.” Rooster said, coming over. I furrowed my brows, pulling my phone from my flight suit pocket. I had thirteen missed calls and a text in all caps saying, ‘Call me! Now!’ I furrowed my brows, pulling up her contact. “I’ll call her real quick. Be careful.” I said and he leaned down, kissing me before making his way towards his jet. I walked into the hangar, hitting the call button. It barely rang before she answered. “Please. For the love of god, tell me that is not you.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Of course it’s me. Who else would be calling you? You asked me to!” 

“Not calling me! The pictures!” She yelled. “What pictures are you talking about?” I asked, leaning against the wall. “Oh my god. How do you not know?!” I groaned. “Stop yelling at me!” I yelled back. “It’s all over twitter! Your ass is everywhere!” I furrowed my brows, opening my twitter. Immediately I saw all the notifications and all the tags. “Oh my god.” I said as tears filled my eyes. It was a picture of me in a black bra and thong, taken from behind so my ass was on full display. “Yeah! Now you see why I blew up your phone?!” I shook my head, scrolling and all I saw was that picture. “Who posted it?” I demanded. “I don’t know. The person who originally posted it deleted their account.” More notifications popped up and I gasped seeing another photo. It was me in the same lingerie, leaned back against the bed, legs spread wide as my hands gripped my breasts through the bra. “Oh my god they just posted another.” I went to the page but it had already been deleted. “I sent these to Rooster when they took my wings. I never shared these with anyone else.”

“Well I guess you better make sure that he didn’t share them with anyone else. Because Caila, this can ruin your career.” I shook my head. Rooster would never do that, I know he wouldn’t. “What if someone hacked into my storage?” I asked. “It’s not impossible. But you might wanna go in and delete all those pictures.” I nodded. “Mama. What am I gonna do? It’s on the internet! That lasts forever!” I slid down the wall, out of sight of everyone. “You’re going to delete all the pictures you have that are like these two. Then I would call Jerry and brief him because if this guy is caught, you can press charges.” I nodded. “If you want I can have Chelsea get a press release ready.” I shook my head. “Not yet, I wanna see if we can figure this out first. But keep her on standby just in case.” I said as I ran my hand down my face, tears streaking my cheeks. “Who would do this?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Cruel people. People who get off on hurting others.” I wiped my eyes, streaking my mascara in the process. “Delete those pictures. That’s the best way to stop this before it gets worse.” I nodded, going in and deleting the pictures from my camera role and my storage. All dirty pictures of me, and Bradley for safe measure. “Done.” I said. “Good, you need to tell Bradley about it as well.” I nodded. “He’s in the air right now. I’ll pull him aside when he lands.” She hummed. “You’ll get through this. You’ll be okay.” I nodded. “Thanks, mama.” 

“You’re welcome.” With that we hung up and I took a deep breath, head falling back against the wood. Can my life get anymore fucked up? With that thought I got up, walking to the locker room to clean up my face. I used a makeup wipe I keep in my bag and cleaned off my makeup, deciding going bare faced was better for today. I walked out of the locker room, heading back to the hangar and everyone I passed, I felt like they were all looking and staring at me. Every time I saw someone on their phones, I wondered if they were seeing the pictures. I made it back out into the hangar and I opted to sit down while I waited on Mav, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster to come down. I made small talk with Hangman and Halo while I waited, not wanting to tell them about the pictures. After about an hour Rooster landed, and made his way into the hangar. “What’d your mom want?” He asked, leaning down and kissing my forehead. I stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from everyone. “Everything okay?” He asked and I shook my head as I pulled out my phone, deciding showing him was better than explaining. 

I pulled up my twitter and handed him my phone. I watched as his face went from confused to angry. His face turned red and the vein on the side of his neck bulged. “You didn’t share those with anyone, right?” His gaze shifted to me. “Of course not. Who the fuck posted these?” He asked, his voice deep and anger seeping through the air. “I don’t know.” What do you mean you don’t know?!” He yelled. “I don’t fucking know!” I yelled back. I noticed we caught everyone's attention and I pulled him a little farther away. “They make an account, post a picture, then delete the account. I think they hacked into my storage.” He ran his hands through his hair, practically shaking. “I deleted all the dirty pictures I had. Ones of me and you.” He nodded, still scrolling. “God, the things these people are saying are fucking disgusting.” I shook my head. “I haven’t read the captions. I can’t bring myself to.” I knew people would have rude and vulgar things to say, but I couldn’t read it. Tears filled my eyes, and I sat on the crate behind me. “Hey,” He said, crouching in front of me and placing his hands on my legs. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” I nodded and he reached up, swiping tears from my cheeks. 

“I’m just scared they have worse pictures saved, and what if they post the ones of you?” I asked and he shook his head, sitting next to me. “If they do, we’ll worry about it then. Right now we need to figure out how to get your pictures down.” He continued scrolling, getting angrier and angrier. “Stop.” I said, grabbing my phone. “l’m tired of seeing them.” He sighed, staring at me as I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” I nodded as he kissed my temple. “What if they take my wings again? I may not get them back this time.” The thought scared me. The only thing I have ever done is fly. I don’t know if I could ever do anything else. I knew my time in the air was limited with my eyesight deteriorating and even then, I don’t know what I would do. He turned my head, making me look at him. “We’re gonna do everything we can to prevent that. Right now, you need to focus because you have another hop after lunch and you need to be in the right headspace.” I nodded, standing. “I need to call Jerry. With everything going on he at least needs to be made aware.” He nodded. “Well, call him. I’ll sit here with you while you do it.” I nodded, dialing the number for Jerry’s office. “Jerry Polinski’s office.” A high pitched voice answered on the other end. “Hi, my name is Caila Motley. I’m a client of Jerry’s and I need to speak with him.”

“Just a moment.” We sat in silence for a minute until Jerry’s voice came through. “Caila! I’d say I love hearing from you, but I don’t think this is a social call.” I cracked a small smile. “I wish it was.” He sighed. “So what’s going on?” I leaned my head on Rooster’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around my waist. “I don’t know if you have twitter, but someone hacked my phone storage.” He hummed. “And they’re posting some more… risque photos on twitter.” I heard him clicking away on his computer. “Do you know who did it?” I shook my head. “I wish. They post the photos and then delete the accounts.” He sighed. “I hate to say it, but do you think it’s related to the break in?” My blood ran cold and I knew Bradley could tell. “No. Would that even be a possibility?” Rooster gripped me tighter. “It would be a backwards step for him. But it’s not impossible.” I sighed, tears springing to my eyes again. “I’m so tired of this.” I said, closing my eyes and tears streaking my face. 

“Is there anything we can do, Jerry?” Rooster asked. “Without an IP address there isn’t much. I would try and get one because then you can track it.” He nodded. “Who can we get to track an IP address?” I asked. “Police, government agencies. A private investigator can track it through public domain and they’re pretty good at that.” I sighed. “The police aren’t gonna do shit, I don’t think any government agency is gonna do anything-” “So we’ll hire a PI.” Rooster cut me off, looking proud at his brilliant plan. “Roo, PI’s cost-” “I don’t care, we’re hiring a private investigator.” He cut me off once again. “I will add it to the file and if you come up with anything let me know and we can pursue it.” I nodded. “Thank you, Jerry. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” 

“I’m happy to do it for you, Caila. Good to talk to y’all again.” We said our goodbyes and I sighed, dropping my head into my hands. “Mags, we’ll figure this out.” Rooster said, rubbing my back. I shook my head. “It’s humiliating, Bradley.” I said, taking a deep breath as I sat up. “My ass is plastered all over twitter, as well as a picture with my legs spread wide open.” Thank god I still had the lingerie on. “What if they post another? One where I’m completely naked. This could ruin my career.” He stood, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up with him. “We are going to work to take this down. Then when we find out who did it, we’re going to sue them for everything they have.” He took my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away my tears. “You’re beautiful and nothing these people say are gonna change that.” I couldn’t hold back the small smile and he kissed my forehead. We finished the rest of the day and I mostly stayed to myself, but by the end of the day I knew many people had seen it. Rooster and I met outside the locker room and I noticed the stares. We had dinner plans after work today so I wore my bell bottoms and a halter top but I wanted to put on the baggiest clothes I have and stay home now. 

“Come on, we are gonna go eat some good food.” He said, taking my hand as we both grabbed our bags. A few people pointed as we walked by and Rooster gave them the deadliest look I had ever seen. He held my hand the entire way to the restaurant, rubbing my knuckles the entire way. I felt better until we got to the restaurant. As soon as we walked in, the whispers started again. I felt weird all through dinner, the waiter kept smirking at me and someone even came up to us as we were walking out. “Are you Caila Motley?” I stopped, Rooster directly behind me. “You have some really nice tits.” He said. “What the fuck did you say?!” Rooster’s voice boomed from behind me and I barely managed to grab Rooster before he hurt the kid. “He’s not worth it, Rooster.” I said, pushing him out the door. Once we were outside I stormed towards the bronco, my heels clicking on the pavement as Rooster came up behind me. “That kid is so lucky you stopped me.” I shook my head, more tears filling my eyes. I ignored him, grabbing the door handle for the bronco, pulling on it only to realize it was locked. 

I yanked on it one time before leaning my head on the blue door. “Hey.” Rooster gently pulled me into him, holding me close as I attempted to stop crying. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” I shook my head. “No, it’s just-” I stopped, wiping my eyes as his large hands cradled my face. “When is it gonna end, Bradley? Our entire relationship there has been something going on, someone targeting us.” I cried. “Hey, I don’t know when it will end. But when it’s all said and done, we’ll still be here.” I nodded and he kissed my forehead, then my temple, then my cheek. “Let’s get you home, pretty girl.” He leaned down, kissing me gently, his arms wrapping around my waist. “You seem exhausted.” I nodded. “I feel like a dead woman walking.” I said as he opened the door for me. “Well let’s get you home and in bed.” I nodded as he buckled me in and shut the door. 

We hired a private investigator after a little research and came across Lauren. She specified in IP addresses and immediately got to work trying to find whoever was doing this. But sadly, unless there was any activity it would be a lot harder for her to find this person. So we waited and of course the day after everything happened Phoenix found out. “Please tell me you posted those pictures.” I immediately shook my head. “We don’t know who posted them but we hired a private investigator to find out.” She groaned, leaning her head on the locker. “What the fuck is people’s problem?” I shrugged. “Who knows.” We went about our day normally and around lunch Cyclone came out. “Lieutenant Motley!” He yelled across the tarmac. I froze, knowing what this was probably about. “It’ll be okay. No matter what, okay?” Rooster asked as he laid his hands on my shoulders, keeping me grounded. I nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before heading over to Cyclone. “Yes, sir?” He motioned me to follow him to his office. 

“We have a problem.” He said as he sat behind his desk, me standing at attention. “It seems that some inappropriate photos of you have been posted online.” I didn’t move or say anything. “Would you like to explain?” I nodded. “Yes, sir. Those photos were completely private, but we think someone hacked into my phone storage and took the photos and posted them. They create an account, post the photos and then delete the account. Lieutenant Bradshaw and I have hired a private investigator to track this persons IP address, but unless there’s activity on the account, it’ll be a little hard.” He nodded. “We can’t keep having these problems, Lieutenant. You’re the best at your job, and I want to keep you here, but if we keep having problems the brass may decide to get rid of you and I can't save you and neither can your father.” I nodded. “We don’t know why this keeps happening but Rooster and I are trying our best to stop it and I deleted any photo similar to those.” He nodded. “Good. If anything else happens you need to come tell me. It will look better if you bring it to me versus higher ups finding out and then we have to address it to you.” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

“Dismissed.” I walked out of his office, leaning on the wall just outside, taking a deep breath. This is gonna drive me crazy. Nothing happened for a few days and we thought maybe it was over, but then the worst hit. “CAILA!” Rooster screamed from downstairs. We were getting ready to go to the Hard Deck and half my hair was piled on my head when I sprinted downstairs. “What’s wrong?” I asked, sliding to a stop in the kitchen. Rooster slid his phone across the island, his face red in anger. I grabbed the phone my jaw dropping at the picture. “OH! Oh god!” It was a photo I took the same day I took the other two. I was on the floor, leaned against the bed completely naked. My legs were spread and I had two fingers, fucking myself on them with my mouth dropped open. “Oh my god.” What the fuck am I gonna do? “The second we find out who this guy is, he’s dead!” Rooster yelled. The vein on his neck looked like it was going to pop. “I’m calling Lauren.” I immediately dialed her number and she answered on the first ring. “Did you see it?” 

“I did and I’m trying to track him but he’s using a VPN and he’s already deleted the account.” I nodded. “If you find anything will you let me know?” I asked as my hand shook. “Of course.” With that I hung up, taking deep breaths to calm myself. “Who sent you this?” I asked. “Duke. He saw it on twitter and asked me what the fuck was going on.” I cried, laying my head on the counter top. “Mags, I promise when we find this guy, it’s over for him.” I stood up, taking my hair down. “We have to find the guy first. But I’m not going tonight.” I said, turning for the stairs. “What? Mags!” He followed coming up behind me. “You can’t let this guy win.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Everyone on base saw the other two and they’ve probably seen these as well. I’m sorry Rooster but you don’t understand. It’s not your pussy plastered on twitter for the world to see.” 

“No, I don’t understand. But I know that I’m not letting you hide away from everyone because of this. If you stop going out and showing your face, he wins.” I flopped onto the bed, wiping at the tears. “I’m so fucking tired of crying.” I said and he knelt down in front of me. “Then let’s go have fun. I know it’s hard but you can drink, eat some good food and hang out with everyone and if anyone tries to say anything… well they won’t get past Phoenix because she’ll beat me to the punch.” I gave a small laugh, knowing he was right. “Okay.” With that we finished getting ready. My hair was curled, I had on light makeup and a t-shirt dress. Plenty of coverage to keep prying eyes away. Once at the Hard Deck Rooster tucked me under his arm, keeping me close and glaring at any man who dared to look my way. Phoenix pulled me into a hug threatening anyone who dared to say anything and Jake said he would back her up. Overall it was a great night, but I can’t help but feel like something worse is coming.

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[nemobeatrice]

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DiaDop Week 2023 Day 6 - Beach/Picnic: A Romantic Night on the Shores of Sardinia

Ao3

Quotev

Wattpad

Doppio was at the grocery store, buying ingredients for cookies. It was for the picnic he had planned with Diavolo, and he couldn’t decide whether to make regular old chocolate chip cookies or snickerdoodles.

Diavolo bumped into him before he could decide. “Oh, Doppio! Sorry for bumping into you, but I was thinking about what to make for the picnic.”

Doppio noticed the expensive bottle of red wine next to some produce in his basket and knew what to make. “It’s alright. I finally decided what to make.”

“Oh? Are you cooking something?”

“Baking. I can’t wait to see what you’ll bring.”

Doppio wondered if it would be enough and thought about buying more food. “I’ll bring more than just cookies.”

“Take your time. I’ll buy the candles and silverware.”

Diavolo had some elegant taste, making Doppio feel like his cookie idea was childish. He put the ingredients and headed to where the fresh fruits were, arms reaching for the grapes until he remembered Diavolo was bringing wine. He would’ve gotten strawberries but planned on making strawberry-flavored cookies. Doppio sighed, settling for the cherries on sale and buying some cute pink napkins on the way to the cashier.

-

Immediately after heading home, Doppio prepared to make the secret cookies. While he brought out the bowl, he still felt like he wasn’t bringing enough to the picnic.

A few days ago, Doppio had bought a baguette for his soup. He could use that to make crostini, but what should he top it with? He searched the fridge for something and saw some prosciutto, Roma tomatoes, and Boursin cheese.

He looked at the time to see if there was enough time, and it was only 2 PM—the picnic was at 6. Since Diavolo expected the macarons, he worked on that first before making the crostini.

As Doppio cracked some eggs, separating the yolk from the egg whites, he couldn’t stop thinking about what to wear. He loved his sweater, but maybe he should switch up his style. Perhaps a white dress shirt and some slacks would please Diavolo. Oh, but what color should his slacks be? Tan or black?

Lost in thought, Doppio broke an egg on his counter. “Ugh! I hope Boss isn’t having this much trouble.”

-

Diavolo finished making the herby cucumber salad with feta cheese and chickpeas, but he didn’t feel satisfied. Making salad was so simple, yet whatever Doppio planned seemed complex. Diavolo can cook, but Doppio is more into baking. What could he cook? Last night, he had shrimp fra diavolo and thought about using the shrimp he didn’t cook. Doppio didn’t seem like the type to enjoy something spicy. Maybe sweet and sour shrimp will sate his tastebuds, but he’ll cook after he showers.

Preparing what to wear before showering, he looked into his drawers and decided on the striped suit. Since he was the boss, he was in charge of his clothing but wanted to look professional. Thinking about his outfit, he found it funny how he spent his time with Doppio wearing his casual clothes instead of his suit despite working in the same building.

When Diavolo got out of the shower and dressed, he went into the kitchen to make sweet and sour shrimp. The picnic basket was on the table, and he placed the salad, wine, wine glasses, dining utensils, and shrimp once he finished cooking it. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much.

It was almost time to leave, and he called Doppio, reminding him it was time to head to the beach.

“B-boss!” Doppio panicked. “Wait, was the picnic now? I thought it was in an hour? Oh, no! I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo giggled. “Doppio, I’m calling just to remind you.”

“Oh.” He sounded calmer. “I’m ready. I guess I’ll head there now.”

-

It was time for the picnic. Diavolo picked up some roses for Doppio while on the way and a surprise in his pocket. Doppio had texted him that he’ll be under a tree with a pink checkered picnic blanket.

“There you are,” Diavolo said. “You’re looking fine.” He handed him the flowers.

Doppio took them, blushing. “Oh, really? Hmm, have I seen you wear that suit before?”

“It’s one of the suits I wear to work.” He sat down. “I brought us some salad and shrimp on a skewer. I made the shrimp before I left. Hopefully, it’s not too hot. Oh, let’s not forget the wine.” He set up the candles and handed Doppio a plate and a wine glass.

Doppio took out his food from his picnic basket. “I brought strawberry macarons, some cherries, and crostini. Do you think this is too much to eat?”

“I had a light lunch. If you can’t eat the rest, I’ll take them.” He eyed the macarons and grabbed one. “I should eat the salad or crostini first, but these look irresistible.” He took a bite. “Wow, Doppio, I’m surprised you haven’t started a bakery.”

“I thought about it, but I honestly have no idea how to start one. Besides, I like working for you.”

“Come here, you.”

The two leaned in for a kiss. They hadn’t eaten or taken a sip of wine, but they got touchy and physical, hugging tightly and kissing passionately. They would’ve been sweaty if it weren’t for the ocean breeze that suddenly kicked in.

Diavolo panted when he withdrew from the kiss. “God, Doppio, I need you by my side.”

“Boss, I want to be with you!” Doppio flung himself towards him.

He hugged him again, kissing and caressing his cheek. “Oh, my sweet Doppio, I want to give you something.”

He withdrew from the hug. “What is it?”

Diavolo pulled out a box with a ring inside. “Marry me? I think it’s time we make it official.”

“Oh my gosh! I don’t know what to say! I’m probably a sweaty mess! Of course, I’ll marry you! Should I pack my things after dinner, o-or should I do it tomorrow?”

Diavolo laughed while his stomach growled. “Whichever you prefer, my Doppio. I’m getting hungry. I feel like I could eat all the food you brought.”

Doppio took some salad and shrimp, sampling them. “Your food is so good, though! You’re telling me to start a bakery, but you’re the one who should be opening a restaurant.”

He poured him and himself a glass of wine. “Maybe, but it would’ve taken me longer to buy that ring for you.”

“I wouldn’t mind. I always felt we didn’t need a ring to prove we were meant to be together.”

“Oh, Doppio, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He fed Diavolo his salad. “Come on. You haven’t touched the food you brought.”

“Neither have you.” He put a cherry in his mouth, pulling the stem once Doppio bit into it.

They both ate the food until they were full and stayed a while to enjoy the ocean view.

[brooklynislandgirl]

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞ - Cisco

Sense and Sensibility || Accepting

When Cisco first mentioned getting together and having dinner together, she thought he'd simply drop by Big Belly and then come over to watch something that they'd both missed, on streaming. But when he knocked and she'd answered the door, he was standing there in a pristine black Mandelbrot tee-shirt, that dark autumn plaid shirt, with his arms fully loaded. Reusable bags that she could see had a bottle of wine, Manzana del Sol apple soda, Red vines ~her favourite~ and...a caldera. Steam rises from it and makes her stomach rumble, something she isn't quite accustomed to experiencing. When he's unburdened in her kitchen, he starts explaining. The caldera contains his variation of a family recipe; arroz con gandules. He did apologise that there was pork in it, but not too much. He'd also brought over pollo sabroso, and for her, a similarly seasoned steak of mahi-mahi. To round out the meal, a simple salad of cucumber, tomatos, bell pepper, and red onion. Sheepishly, he admit that he's never really made such an undertaking and Beth can't help but swoon a little. "I'm sure it'll be ono." While he finished up prepping, Beth thought it was only fair to set the table and grouped them together as intimately as seemed appropriate. The lights were dim, she'd lit tapers in the silver candle holders. She put on a very soft and subtle Spanish guitar playlist that sounded through the house speakers. It's only then that she realises what this is. It's a date. The full on grown-up kind. She savours the first bite, and meat or not ~Beth is too polite, too socially adept to turn her nose up at food made with love~ she has to admit to herself that it's like a little bit of heaven in her mouth. The rice is perfectly fluffy and delicately flavoured with sofrito and a spice-blend she can't quite put her finger on. The pork is almost negligible but the rendered fat from it gives the rice a golden crispy bottom crust. Everything else is just as delectable. Savoury, warm, multi-layered, fragrant...it might honestly be the most delicious thing she's eaten since leaving her islands. "See, I'm not gonna tell ya quit ya day job," she begins and instantly sees a touch of fear or consternation, a wondering where he went wrong, written on his face. Cisco is darling. "But mos'ly cause I don' wanna be stuck at da lab wi'out you. Dat bein' said...I t'ink if dis is how you cook? You could open a restaurant an' I would eat dere every day. It really broke da mout'."

[fatty-feeder]

The soft hum of the oven filled Bev’s apartment, mixing with the savory aroma of the lasagna she’d spent the last two hours perfecting. Bev stood in front of the stove, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, her heart thudding lightly in her chest. This was the night they’d planned—their first real exploration of Francis’ feederism. It was exciting, but there was a newness to it that made her feel a little nervous.

She glanced at the clock. Francis would be arriving any minute now.

She caught her reflection in the window—cheeks flushed, eyes bright. For a moment, she wondered if this was too much, if she’d overdone it. But then she smiled. Francis had been so patient with her, answering all her questions, easing her into the idea. Tonight was as much for her as it was for him, a step into something new together. She wanted to make it special.

A knock at the door broke her thoughts. Bev took a breath and opened it, revealing Francis standing there, a wide grin on his face. He was carrying a bottle of wine and looked a little more dressed up than usual—a nice shirt, dark jeans that hugged his soft, round belly just right.

"Hey," she greeted, her voice warm. "Come on in."

Francis stepped inside, his eyes immediately scanning the kitchen. “Wow, it smells amazing in here.”

“I hope it tastes as good as it smells,” Bev laughed, taking the bottle of wine from him and setting it on the counter. “I wanted to make something you’d really enjoy.”

Francis gave her a look—half grateful, half nervous. "I'm sure it'll be perfect. Thanks for doing this."

Bev felt a flutter in her chest, the air between them thick with unspoken anticipation. She motioned toward the dining table, which she’d set with large plates and a full spread of garlic bread, salad, and, of course, the lasagna—still bubbling in its dish.

“Go ahead, have a seat,” she said softly.

Francis sat down, his eyes flicking from the food to Bev. There was an eagerness in him, but also a little hesitation. He was used to feeding himself to satisfaction, but the idea of someone else doing it—that was still new.

Bev moved to the oven, pulling out the lasagna and slicing a generous portion onto a plate. She carried it over to the table, setting it in front of him before taking a seat beside him.

"Okay, so... how do we start this?" Bev asked, her voice light but curious.

Francis exhaled, smiling. "It can be pretty simple. You just... feed me. We don’t need to rush. Just... see how it feels."

Bev nodded, her eyes flicking between him and the food. She took the fork, sliced into the steaming lasagna, and lifted a small bite to his lips. Francis opened his mouth slowly, closing his eyes as the food entered. He chewed, savoring the taste, but it was more than just that. It was the feeling of her feeding him, the sensation of being cared for, indulged. It sent a ripple of warmth through him.

Bev watched closely, her pulse quickening. She could see it in his expression, the way his body relaxed, his shoulders loosening.

"Good?" she asked, a little breathless.

"Better than good," Francis murmured, swallowing the bite. "It’s amazing."

Encouraged by his response, Bev offered him another bite, a little larger this time. He took it without hesitation, leaning forward slightly. There was something intimate about the act, about the way he trusted her, and Bev found herself getting more comfortable, even intrigued. She could see why he liked this—the connection it built, the way it made the moment feel so much deeper than just eating.

As the meal continued, Francis ate steadily, bite after bite. Bev watched him closely, paying attention to the changes in his body language. She could see him starting to get fuller, but also more relaxed, his body sinking into the chair as his belly began to press against the waistband of his jeans.

"How’re you feeling?" Bev asked, her voice soft as she placed another forkful at his lips.

Francis opened his eyes for a moment, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Getting there," he said, a hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But I can still eat more."

Bev chuckled softly. "Good. Because there’s plenty."

She continued to feed him, watching as his belly grew more rounded, pushing out against his shirt. His breaths became a little heavier, his movements slower. Yet, there was a contentment in his eyes, a satisfaction that went beyond just being full. He was enjoying this—not just the food, but the act itself. And Bev found that she was enjoying it too.

"Okay," she said after a particularly large bite, setting the fork down for a moment. "I think you’re starting to get pretty stuffed."

Francis chuckled, resting a hand on his belly. "Yeah... I’m definitely feeling it." His voice was a little deeper now, more relaxed. His eyes flicked to hers, a soft gleam in them. "But I don’t want to stop just yet."

Bev raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair slightly. "You sure? You look like you’re about to pop."

"That’s kind of the point," Francis teased, though there was a sincerity behind his words. "But only if you’re comfortable with it."

Bev paused for a moment, considering. Then, slowly, she smiled. "Alright. A few more bites, but after that, you’re done."

She picked up the fork again, loading it with another piece of lasagna. This time, though, there was a little more purpose behind her movements, a gentle confidence. She brought it to his lips, and Francis took it eagerly, closing his eyes again as he chewed. His belly stretched even further, and Bev could see the outline of it pushing hard against his shirt.

She fed him several more bites, each one slower than the last, until finally, Francis groaned softly, leaning back in his chair, his hand resting on his now fully rounded stomach.

"I think... that’s it," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I’m stuffed."

Bev set the fork down for good this time, watching him with a mix of amusement and affection. "I can tell."

Francis looked at her, his face flushed but beaming. "That was incredible, Bev. You have no idea."

Bev leaned over, placing a hand gently on his belly, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. It was firm and swollen beneath her touch, and she couldn’t help but smile at the sensation.

"Maybe I’m starting to get it," she said softly, her eyes meeting his. "I liked this too. A lot more than I thought I would."

Francis reached out, taking her hand in his. "I’m really glad you did."

They stayed like that for a while, the room filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing, the warmth of the shared moment lingering between them. Bev couldn’t believe how natural it had felt, how intimate the act of feeding him had been. There was a connection between them now, something deeper than she had expected, and she found herself excited to explore it even further.

"You ready for dessert?" Bev teased, a grin spreading across her face.

First Impressions

Francis sat at the small cafe table, his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. He glanced nervously at his phone, scrolling through old messages between him and Bev. They had met on a dating app about a month ago, and so far, everything had been going better than he could have hoped. Bev was kind, funny, and open-minded—more than he’d dared to imagine. But there was one thing he hadn’t told her when they first started chatting.

Bev was running late, which gave him a bit more time to think about how exactly he would broach the subject. He hadn’t planned for her to find out so soon, but last week, during a cozy dinner at his apartment, it had come up—mostly by accident. She’d commented on his appetite, laughing about how he always seemed to finish more food than she did.

“Oh, I love food,” Francis had said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“What’s not to love?” Bev had replied, giggling. But then she noticed the way his eyes lingered on her plate, the subtle excitement in his voice. “You really love food, don’t you?”

It wasn’t a question, more of a realization. Bev, sharp as ever, had started asking questions, and Francis couldn’t stop himself from being honest. He’d told her about his fascination with feeding, how he found pleasure in the idea of growing bigger, being fed, and seeing how far his body could go. To his surprise, Bev hadn’t been weirded out, at least not visibly. She had asked thoughtful questions and had listened, curious but cautious.

But that had been last week, and since then, Francis had been unsure if she was fully comfortable with it. He didn’t want to scare her off.

The bell above the cafe door jingled, and Francis looked up to see Bev walk in. Her smile instantly warmed the room, and she waved as she made her way over to the table. She looked casual but lovely, wearing jeans and a soft sweater. As she sat down, Francis felt his nerves settle a little.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, catching her breath. “Bus was delayed.”

“No problem,” Francis said, returning her smile. “Glad you made it.”

They exchanged small talk for a bit, chatting about their day, the weather, work. But eventually, Bev leaned in slightly, her expression softening as she said, “So... I’ve been thinking about what we talked about.”

Francis tensed for a moment. “Oh?”

“About your, um, thing. Feederism,” she said, lowering her voice but keeping a curious smile. “I did some reading after we talked. Just trying to understand it more.”

Francis’ heart raced. “And?”

Bev took a sip of her coffee before responding, clearly choosing her words carefully. “It’s definitely new to me. I’ve never really thought about food in that way before, but I get it a little more now. I mean, it’s not just about the food, is it? It’s about... care, right? About trust.”

Francis nodded, his throat suddenly dry. “Yeah, exactly. It’s about feeling good together. It’s not just about feeding or gaining weight for the sake of it—it’s more intimate than that.”

Bev’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I can see that. I like that you feel comfortable enough to share this with me. I’ve never been involved in something like that, but... I don’t hate the idea. I actually think it could be fun.”

Francis blinked in surprise. “You do?”

She nodded, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Yeah. I mean, we’ve been having such a good time together, and I trust you. I don’t know if I fully understand it yet, but I’d be willing to try. At least, a little.”

He exhaled slowly, not realizing he’d been holding his breath. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, Bev. It’s just something I like, but it doesn’t have to be everything.”

Bev reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I know. And you’re not pressuring me. I’m... actually kind of curious about it. Like, how does it work? What would we do?”

Francis felt a rush of warmth in his chest. He hadn’t expected her to be this open, and now that the conversation was happening, it felt natural. “Well, we could start slow. Maybe we cook dinner together one night, something indulgent, and you can just feed me a little. If you’re comfortable, that is. We don’t have to go beyond what feels right for you.”

Bev smiled, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. “I like cooking, so that sounds nice. And I’ll admit, the thought of taking care of you that way, of making you happy... it’s kind of exciting.”

Francis couldn’t help but grin. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you love food, and I love seeing you happy. It might be fun to see where this goes.” She paused, then added with a teasing glint in her eyes, “Plus, I kind of like the idea of having a little control.”

Francis’ heart skipped a beat. There was a playful edge to her tone that made him wonder just how far Bev might be willing to go.

“Well, in that case,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, laughing, and planning their first “feeding” dinner together. Francis couldn’t believe how lucky he was, finding someone as understanding and open as Bev. She wasn’t just accepting of his fetish—she was genuinely interested in exploring it with him.

As they walked out of the cafe, Francis felt lighter, more hopeful than he had in years. The future felt full of possibility, and for the first time, he could see himself sharing this part of his life with someone who truly cared.

And maybe, just maybe, that someone would be Bev.

[ess-presso]

hiya ess!👋

ur completely correct. fics based on taylor songs are superior theres just a certain... je ne sais quoi about them. chefs kiss.

and yes! cameron from 10 things i hate ab you! get urself a man who learns french for you and settle for nothing less.

fic rec! take a shot of holy water by pinkpalaceapartments (wolfstar dorlene & jily fleabag au)

tay time! sparks fly, style, & all you had to do was stay🌟

chatting time<3

i know. people thinking the trojan horse was real still baffles me especially since theyre in an UPPER LEVEL classics course. like how do you go through uni reading and learning about the trojan war and the fact that its a FICTIONAL POEM and not a historical account & still think its real. i mean i get it. i wish it was real too.

little women 2019 my beloved <3 forever obsessed with timmy as laurie and flo as amy.

and GOD i know americans can be just. so irritating. you can always tell when tourists are american because theyre SO LOUD! and the stonehenge comment? HUH? they baffle me sometimes.

and omg another cat named pixie! i guess all cats named pixie are just. heinous bitches. buts its okay because theyre cute<3

and ty for the percy/pansy fic rec ill add to my tbr <3 excited to read about them.

u know maybe killing remus is for the best. especially if youre marrying sirius i think that itself would do him in anyways.

the incest chronicles are def super long & honestly, the first main installment of the series is kinda bland in comparison to the prequels and sequels which makes it feel inaccessible bc you have to struggle through the first 6 big ass books but i promise its worth it. ive begged my friends to read it but they all refuse bc its just SO long and you know what. fair!

and yes i recommend reading the book first. i watch the movie only so i can stare at ben barnes and go "hey it's sirius" every 2 mins.

drunk procrastinators!! my bff: dont you have a paper due tomorrow? me, half a bottle of wine down & definitely has a paper due tomorrow: no

omg the scene for the quaffle & the snitch??? best believe i Will be reading.

apple turnovers for breakfast sounds so good. now im craving one.

and 4 tubs of butter?? hey i mean the drunk heart wants what it wants.

PLUTO<3 when was younger & learned that pluto was classified as a dwarf planet and not a planet i actually cried. she doesnt deserve that💔

im glad you at least got pizza out that situation. pizza can help ease the pain of any mortifying embarrassment.

and dancing in the kitchen with wine & jazz? so real. thats like, peak humanity.

yes poutine is SO good. i wont take any slander from americans who eat jello salad (to be fair i think they sell that in canada too</3... i really dont think its popular here thank god)

barty as a ravenclaw is so important to me especially when pandora is a ravenclaw too. my fav lil chaos gremlins who are also honorary slytherins❤️

omg a pink car slay. my bff had a baby blue beetle for a while and it was PERFECt well until it literally broke cause it was so old BUT being a passenger princess / dj / gps in a cute car is always the dream.

& ill watch the apprentice! hyde guy and kim kardashian lady are enough for me so i will .

platonic soulmates <3 liv (my best friend) once said she'd drop everything to take me to a mental institution if she had to (SHE DIDNT HAVE TO I WAS JUST GOING THROUGH IT!!! she did mildly threaten me though. with love ofc<3) id die for her but id also live for her.

YES GEOGUESSR! its so addicting and just really fun and educational ig. like. now i know what the rest of the world looks like! yay! & if ur shoelaces were knotted id gladly untie them for u❤️

v sorry to hear about victoria, she doesnt deserve u !!

and the guy who came out as gay? still kinda funny like. he liked me on & off for 5 YEARS only to realize he didnt actually like girls. like was i a part of that realization?? i have so many questions.

apollo & artemis!! i love them so very much. my fav siblings❤️

fancasts! andrew & ben are great, also dont like dane as peter. YOUR JAMES? i love him. very good fancast. atj & reiky are great too but i also love thomas weatherall as malakai from heartbreak high (he oozes james energy and has like. idk how to describe it but a very "james potter" smile - example here)

and omg we have the same evan and barty fancasts. hugh as evan will forever be perfect to me. hes just So Evan. maxence as barty is also just perfect i love him. elle fanning as pandora & lewis as peter>>> also annalise basso as lily. she showed up in an episode of new girl i was watching and i was like "LILY??" i also love beabadoobee as marlene. but TIMMY AS REG. hes PERFECT. no one will ever be more regulus than timmy. love that he is the one fancast everyone can agree on. also movie reg?? WHO IS THAT MAN?? I DONT KNOW HIM!!

and omg a gryffindor!! lucky. i always wanted to be a gryffindor when i was a kid but im a slytherin</3 not complaining tho. i love my fellow snakes.

orpheus and eurydice kill me ON GOD. getting the chance to save the one you love but that very love being your downfall💔💔

a soldier! i think soldier is the rarest one so thats very cool. or maybe its poet idk. i wanted to be a poet so bad but i got king. (aka eldest daughter syndrome) heavy is the head that wears the crown ig.

phone, purse, bingo tickets, notebook & headphones = essentials for sure. i wont be caught DEAD without my headphones (and phone cause i need that for music ofc) because i have to have music in my ears 24/7 or ill die.

an athena kid! theyre the coolest and i always wanted to be an athena kid. whenever i take the quiz i get either hades or athena so thats cool ig. raising the dead could be kinda fun! i already kinda dress like nico di angelo so that works for me im just missing my embodiment-of-sunshine child-of-apollo partner </3

your top 5 albums>>. tay NEVER MISSES!!

and yes soulmates! i read too much to not believe in them fr.

answering qs!

top 5 albums: (in no particular order except no.1)

the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars by bowie FOREVER my number 1. i love that album more than anything in this world.

hs1 by harry styles

am by arctic monkeys

chip chrome and the mono tones by the neighbourhood

electric warrior by t.rex

(honourable mentions because im indecisive and would put these in top 5 if i could: folklore by tay, hozier by hozier, disintegration by the cure, led zeppelin iv by led zeppelin, & the dark side of the moon by pink floyd. (theres my top 10 then ig!!))

2. slytherin! like i said above i wanted to be a gryffindor so bad so i figured out which questions gave u which results and only answered the gryffindor ones (denial is a river in egypt girl....) but i decided i couldnt lie anymore and embraced my slytherin-ness.

3. erudite! ofc i always wanted to be dauntless cause theyre cool and tatted out and wear black but ig i value knowledge and shit more </3

4. this is def morbid but in ancient rome, where slavery was very much present, slaves had to wear collars (like. dog collars. so fucked up) and if a slave ran away, you could hire fugitivarii which were slave hunters. like basically bounty hunters. slaves were a huge part of roman economy and very important so obviously people didnt want them to leave but man its fucked up. anyway!

5. king! like i said before i wanted poet so bad but got king which broke my heart but yeah. i saw someone on tiktok say that kings are poets who are bound to duty . still trying to figure out what my duty is cause its definitely not reading fanfic and sitting on tumblr for several hours.

6. silver! i love gold jewelry sm but im super fucking pale and it looks bad on me so i prefer silver . i do wear gold sometimes but silver goes with any outfit so.

7. this is such a hard question cause i love them both but i think tay. shes just got so much variety for any mood so she wins. lana does too but her vibes are just different so.

8. CRUEL SUMMER VS DONT BLAME ME??? another brutal question ess youre killing me. theyre totally tied in my heart but for the sake of picking i think...im gonna have to go with dont blame me. i think the vibe of love making you crazy just fits me more. cause like yeah ill go crazy. but cruel summer my beloved you will ALWAY BE FAMOUS!!

9. my tears ricochet vs the great war.. AHHHHHH. i think my tears ricochet. i associate the great war with crimson rivers too much that i cant listen to it without losing it.

10. i love candles sm this is so hard. in the winter i love christmas tree/pine scents theyre so nice. but in the summer i have a lilac scented one that i burn and its lovely. but i also have one named after Rome that smells like fresh cut flowers thats so nice too. (rome did Not smell like fresh cut flowers when i visited, quite the opposite actually but i can pretend<3)

11. SLOW WALKERS! im a really fast walker and if people are in my way i get so frustrated. girl move i have places to be!!!!

12. kind of anything makes me laugh. dry humour and sarcasm especially but will laugh at anything especially if its dumb as hell

13. i do! its isabella which is very bland but what can you do.

14. i dont think ive ever heard anyone say hoser over here, maybe its an old person thing. but they do say eh! moreso in eastern canada. i have family over there and a lot of them say it. you dont hear it a lot on the west coast.

qs for u!

fav random marauders headcanons?

fav season?

fav subjects in school?

if u could visit one fictional world which would it be?

do u collect anything?

cardigan vs mirrorball

divergent faction?

if u were a mythological creature what would u be? (like vampire, werewolf, etc)

if u could live in any time period, which one would u pick?

whats your ideal first date?

do u play any sports?

board games vs video games? (or neither lol)

if u like art, whats your fav painting/work of art? or artist?

thats all for now! ill try not to die in the war. might be hard cause my eyesight is horrible and wearing glasses in a war seems impractical & i dont think they had contact lenses back during the wartimes. natural selection i suppose.

-bee

bee bee bee <3333

YES. Chef’s kiss honestly. I’m going to do one of those one day. Just you wait.

Man who learns French for you >>> (imagining james taking his duolingo lessons for Regulus)

A FLEABAG AU ??? WITH WOLFSTAR DORLENE & JILY ???? on god this is perfect already i love u for hitting all the right buttons on this rec.

tay tay -

spark fly - JEGULUS - ‘move like a full on rainstorm’ = regulus . Regulus is a rainstorm , wholly and fully. ‘kiss me on the sidewalk , take away the pain’ = reg’s thoughts , when he’s always in pain and only james can heal him 💔💔💔. ‘something to haunt me when you’re not around’ the sheer memory of regulus would haunt james , just like cathy haunts heathcliff.

style- JILY- this could go for literally so many ships. like wolfstar , jily , anything. I chose jily , simply because i feel that just like the hook , james and lily never go out of style. and also lily would ask him about reg , and he would tell her the whole truth & nothing but the truth. in a muggle au i totally see them as on and off and on and off until they’re finally on again and this time it sticks forever.

all you had to do was stay - JEGULUS - now, it’s probably pretty obvious. but this song to me is reg singing away after james breaks up with him.and him wishing the fact that he loved james would be enough. and feeling like ‘he had me in the palm of his hand’ and being all ‘mf crushed me by making a fist god damn.’

CHATTING <33333

the dumbness of people surprises me sometimes. IT’S A FUCKING POEM DUDE. (i wish it was real too. if it was i think I’d genuinely be like ‘how were they so dumb’ for ages )

TIMMY AND FLO 5EVER

it’s the noise , the accent and the camera for me. it’s genuinely so fucking annoying, why are you destroying such a beautiful place with your fucking flashes and noises ????

pixie is indeed a heinous bitch , and we hate each other but I lover her , really. she a real one for telling it like it is.

(it's actually surprisingly good ! it's one of my new favourite rare pairs along with Blaise/Luna (which I've only read in Isolation & Temptation on the Warfront , but loved anyways !!! ) ( recommend both of those fics btw !!!! I love them vv much !!!)

yes , unfortunately , to marry mr Sirius Black , I shall have to kill remus lupin , because he might die of heartbreak anyways.

u know what , once my mocks are over , I might take a crack at the incest series. they seem interesting , and as long as there's no incest , I'm happy to try it out !

book before the movie 5EVER. (also yes , to me at least , there's something very SIRIUS about ben barnes in dorian grey. that just IS Sirius , yk?)

drunk procrastinators for the win !!!! me , because I handed in my paper 8 minutes before the deadline , but at least I handed it in !!!!

YESSSS I AM VERY EXCITED TO WRITE THAT STORY !!!! I will be on it as soon as doa stops kicking my arse.

apple turnovers are bae - cheap and tasty , all in one <333

No but it was LURPAK. that's the kinda butter the queen (rip bae , I meant the king) would use. and also seven sticks of Toblerone , but that's worth it . Toblerone is also bae . all chocolate is bae.

PLUTO IS FAMILY. NO FAMILY IS LEFT BEHIND . I LOVE PLUTO. I PROTECT HER.

time heals all wounds ?? pswah , nah. PIZZA heals all wounds !!!

it is very much peak humanity. especially because he's taller than me , but I did keep stepping on his toes. don't think he minded too much , but honestly it was such a peaceful evening. like that was THE moment , yk ???

that's it , I shall be finding a food truck and trying poutine. (not jello salad , though. that's a crime against humanity , and whoever made that should be arrested for their crimes)

(Barty and pandora as Ravenclaws slay , but them as Slytherins also SLAY. just slaying all around.)

PINK AND BLUE CARS FOR THE WIN !!!!! lu has a black car , but it has seat warmers , so that kinda makes up for it. and passenger princesses for the win !!!! lu is the driver , and will always be the driver. I shall never learn how to drive , as long as I have him. but sometimes as a joke , I'll leave penny coins as a 'tip'. I think I'm really funny for that.

yes u must. Hyde guy is rlly hiding . like , you'll see what I mean when you see him. when you watch it , do come and tell me how you liked it !!!

platonic soulmates have my HEART. like lu has walked through aa fuckinbg rainfall to bring me a fucking turnover. and he was going to go home too??? like bro , no ???? but he wouldn't come inside , because he was wet and he didn't want to wet the floor too , so I came out and walked back to his house with him. things like that keep my faith in humanity (if he was gone , I think I'd be gone too. he is THE reason.) making me emotional and shit now. (and god damn , 'I'd die for her but also live for her' that's so cute ?? and also I so get that !!!! LIV AND LU FOR THE WIN !!! it's the L names I swear , some spice in them.

I'm actually replying to you after my first game of geoguessr , which I totally flunked , btw. I guessed Wales and the answer was fucking Spain. idk how that happens , but alright. (bro ?? making me blush and shit that's so sweet . I'd buy u an apple turnover :))) )

yes Victoria does not deserve me. I need some nice dude/dudette to do right by me.

nah imagine being someone's reverse realisation ?? like 'I kissed u and then I was gay' like bro u got some sort of power ??/ (and also I agree. very suspicious. I too have questions)

I love Apollo and Artemis too !! (them in rick riordan's books >>>)

Andrew and ben have my heart and soul I just love them a lot. ( dane isn't right , obviously , and lewis is my Peter. he just matches , yk ??) IK I LOVE MY JAMES TOO , HE'S SO PRETTY AND HE'S SO JAMES HONESTLY . (dw I don't comment that , I would never disturb him with that) atj is good for edits , as is reiky sometimes !! (sometimes people use him as desi James though , which - he's not. so I do wish they'd stop , or just say 'Somali James' !) and the smile ??/ on god , that's so jamessss. ( which brings me back to ben barnes. it's something about the way he smiles. very sirius.)

Hugh is honestly winning I love him. maxence too , but Hugh is just EVAN. (to me , at least.) and I so agree , Elle & Lewis >> . love them. TIMMY TIM AS REGGIE REG. LOVE HIM A LOT. MY FAVOURITE. (also movie reg ?? I think not.)

YES GRYFFINDOR. IT'S BECAUSE OF MY BRAVERY AND I LOVE LIONS. jk , but I love the marauders and the trio , so I'm glad to be a Gryffindor. and as u should , your fellow snakes are amazing ( most of them)

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE !!! ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE !! LOVE BEING YOUR DOWFALL!! YOUR TRAGIC FLAW !! if u must die , let love be the reason why.

at least soldier is rare. I would've rather been the king , because I want to rule shit , not die on the battlefield. (I think every king on my fyp wanted to be a poet. literally every one. so u are one with the masses.)

MUSIC IN MY HEAD 24/7 OR I'LL DIE . so real of u , I'm listening to work song rn, and humming along with it.

Athena kids are awesome , wise n shit. as are hades kids , u guys could raise the dead. I'm going to make lu do the quiz , because he has the blonde hair n the blue eyes , so Apollo kid right there , isn't it?? let's see what he gets !!!

TAY NEVER MISSES !!! TAY IS A GODESSS !!!!!!

reviewing your q's.

ur top five albums are STELLAR. bowie on top as he should be , love him so much . HS1 altered my brain chemicals , but AMMMMMMMMM AMMMMMM . am has changed the course of my life , istg. (knee socks came up on my playlist literally right now. and lu is literally wearing his blue Lacoste top , too . this is freaky.) I've not actually heard the rest , so I gotta give them a listen. (and yes folklore and hozier >>>>> love them so so much they're so dear to me .)

SLYTHERIN SLYTHERIN. SSSSSS AND THAT. (that is also what I did , but I actually got Gryffindor , so to everyone , I am a Gryffindor. and I am one.)

ERUDITE YESSSSS. miss bee smartypants. man that's some barbaric shit , honestly.

kings that sit on Tumblr for several hours and read fic are the only ones that should exist. u are a king.

I LOVER SILVER JEWELLERY TOO. I'm wearing both atm , so it might not make sense , but I have gold and silver (prefer gold because expensive and I like expensive things. jk , if someone I love gave me silver , or even PAPER jewellery , I'd keep it forever. still have Lu's pasta necklace from when we were in year 2.)

tay does win. for me too. she just has that range , you know ??? (Lana is still mothering tho. love her.)

I am killing u . u r dead. CRUEL SUMMER FITS ME MORE !!!! I'LL TAKE CS , U TAKE DBM , AND IT'S ALL FAIR!!!

the Great War with cr ??? now I'm scared to read it ?? (my tears ricochet is my favourite song ever. like ever ever , so I agree with this opinion. I love the Great War too , though.)

lilac candles sound so nice oh my god ??? my favourite scent is the fresh cut roses one , I just rlly love that smell. (it smelt like piss , didn't it ?? just tell me now .)

slow walkers fuckin suck . my pet peeve is year sevens. always blocking the halls , the little bitches. (bless their souls , but goddamn , talk to your friends later , u silly.)

ahh Isabella . classic, I myself , have two middle names , and my mum picked one , and my dad picked the other, it's some flowery shit I swear. especially because they're from different countries , so yk. ah damn I was hoping u would be saying hoser. at least u say eh .

question time !!! -

hmmm. hmmm. I think it's gotta be that remus sat in that carriage on the way to Hogwarts in pot because the marauders always used to sit there , and to sit somewhere else would be blasphemy. also that for a second when he saw that harry had fainted , he thought it was James. heart broke.

winter. I'm a winter baby , and xmas is in winter , so it wins all around.

chemistry ! it slaps my arse , but I prefer it over the other two subjects.

Hogwarts !!! I want a magical wand too !!!

YES. I COLLECT FIFTY PENCE COINS , AND SOMETIMES THEY DON'T HAVE THE USUAL BACK , THEY HAVE SOMETHING DIFFERENT. I HAVE AT LEAST 30£ OF THEM. three of them are from lu , because he knows to give them to me. I will attach a picture of them to my next ask. (I have a Florence nightingale 2£ coin too)

CARDIGAN !!! sorry but stars around my scars > trapeze.

erudite !! just like u. makes sense because I strive for academic validation all the time. going to a grammar school really changed me dude, really really did.

I'm going to go for unicorn. because they're pretty and they can grant wishes n I love them. (sorry remus I love u too.)

if racism n sexism didn't exist , then probably the fifties. I love them , the vibe is really cool. the style , too. my second choice is the roman era , because again , that era seems special ! (and obvious as greek kids , we gotta say greek era. just need to experience it for myself , yk???)

MY IDEAL FIRST DATE !!! pick me up at my door in a nice suit/dress and give me flowers (my fave ones ) , drive me to the restaurant (French or Italian pls) and then the cinema. we watch the movie , then we go to the bookshop , and they say 'buy anything. anything' and then on the way home , they park their car , and we go on a walk and talk about life , for ages and ages , and then we buy stuff from the bakery (they know I like apple turnovers) and then kiss under the stars. if someone does this for me , I'll marry them

no unfortunately. I tried out for netball in year seven , got rejected , took it as a personal attack , and therefore just watch lu play his hockey and football from the stands. that's the extent of my sportsmanship.

BOARD GAMES. Friday is actually board game night for me and lu. busting out the monopoly board means we r no longer best friends for some time. we r enemies.

I do love art !! actually going to the Tate modern on Saturday with lu !! my favourite piece of art is 'cafe terrace at night' . I love it so much it's so special to me I love it. can imagine walking there , hand in hand with my date I love it. (might go there for my grad trip. maybe.

q's for u -

ur ideal first date ?

rep vs lover ?

hozier vs am?

do u play sports ? (pls tell me u play hockey )

favourite board game ?

take me to church vs work song ?

fave season ?

fave food ?

fave marauder hc ?

one ship u hate (hp) ?

your patronus ?

your favourite piece of art ?

ginny or luna ?

favourite restaurant ?

favourite beverage ?

[ beeeeee don't be too long I will miss u too much. I love u. (also glasses?? same ). be safe , king.]

[earlgreydream]

time for us.

| loki x reader | angst | fluff |

anon requested. loki has been working a lot lately and hasn’t really had anytime for the reader and he completely forgets about their anniversary and she doesn’t tell him for a couple of days but then he snaps at her and they have a huge argument

a/n: this doesn’t have any spoilers for the show— just mention that Loki works for the TVA (which isn’t canon at the time of me writing this)

You loathed Loki’s new job, working for the Time Variance Authority.

Ever since Loki began at the TVA, they’d managed to occupy nearly all of his time and energy, leaving little to none left for you. Your relationship was strong, but only a few weeks of work had put a strain on the two of you.

He’d become more short tempered, and easily agitated. You tried to be patient, but little things seemed to antagonize you, and soon every small thing was becoming huge.

Above all, you hated to fight with Loki. You bottled up your frustration, shoving them down inside of you and keeping them hidden and locked away. Your limited time with Loki was precious, and you didn’t want to poison it with your annoyance. However, it was doing damage that you hadn’t yet comprehended, building a pressurized weapon that was bound to explode.

It took weeks, but the explosion came.

.

Loki had been so caught up in work that he missed your anniversary. It had escaped his mind entirely, passing like any other day. He was distracted by variants running wild, and the need to please his new boss. He felt responsible for things that were going wrong, and he had put your relationship on the backburner.

You’d been certain he’d take you out during the night, or at least do something to acknowledge the anniversary of your love, but you’d been dead wrong. You waited at home as hours passed, and when his normal arrival time had long passed, the pain in your chest grew until your entire body was throbbing with hurt.

You took your makeup off, along with the pretty dress you wore-- the green one that your husband adored.

Loki had stayed late at work, taking overtime and showing up just before ten. You were so hurt you could hardly speak, but Loki’s mind was too muddled with work to even notice. You were already in bed when he returned home, and he’d kissed your forehead and gone to sleep with less than five words leaving his lips.

You laid awake in bed that night, staring at the wall. You should have told Loki you were angry, said something then and at least gotten it in the open. But you shoved it down with everything else— every other hurt and grievance and annoyance that poisoned you.

.

“Can you set that down, please?” You asked, four days later. You tried to keep your tone even, but you were impatient. The bite in your words was all you could do to keep from tearing the file from his delicate hands.

Loki was in the kitchen, his face buried in a variant case file. He was supposed to be helping you make dinner, but you were dismissed and cast aside once again as his work outshined you.

“I’m working, Y/N! It’s important. Don’t you want me to get paid so you can have your pretty things?” Loki snapped, shocking you.

“No!” You screamed, slamming the cabinet door shut.

He stared at you, turquoise eyes wide in shock at your outburst. He dropped the file on the counter, a harsh glare adorning his stunning face.

“No, Loki! I don’t fucking care about the pretty things. I don’t even know that I care about YOU!” The words were coming out before you could stop them.

“You don’t care about me?! All I ever do is for you!” Loki met your anger, matching your energy and only fueling the fire of rage that was building in your stomach.

“You’re such a selfish liar! You don’t give a fuck about me, Loki! You’re in a relationship with your bullshit job, you don’t give a damn about me! All of your time and your energy... and fuck, even your kindness goes to the stupid fucking TVA!! There’s nothing left for me, and I don’t want your scraps!” You shoved him back when he took a step toward you.

“I’m selfish? You’re needy and dramatic! You’re a spoiled brat, acting out when not every ounce of my attention is being given to you. What, you’re mad that I didn’t help you make this salad? Grow up, Y/N!” Loki’s hateful words poured out, tasting like acid in his mouth.

“No! I’m mad that you forgot our anniversary and that you haven’t seen how much you’ve hurt me!” Tears burned as they streamed down your face, blurring your vision that was bleeding at the edges.

Loki’s lips parted, and realization suddenly crossed his features. He took a step back, recognizing his anger had spiraled out of control, and that your anger was justified.

“I didn’t mean it… I do care about you, I just want you to care about me.” Your voice broke, and shaky hands went to your mouth, stifling a sob. Guilt swelled in Loki’s chest as he saw you fall apart, unable to bear the weight of your anger.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know how I’ve forgotten. Please, my love, forgive me,” Loki’s tone softened, and he knelt down to his knees before you.

He didn’t care about the messy floors ruining his perfect suit, nothing mattered to him then except for you.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, I just miss you,” you were weeping, unable to hold the sobs at bay.

“It’s okay, scream and cry if you need to, but know I love you more than anything and I am terribly, terribly sorry.”

Loki gently pulled you forward, closing his arms around you. His forehead rested against your stomach, and you laid your hands on top of his head.

“I know. I know,” you stammered in shaky breaths. Your fingers trembled as you dragged them through his hair, overwhelmed with every emotion that washed over you all at once.

.

You got home from work, a couple of days after your fight. You had both apologized, easing the tension over. Loki hadn’t stopped apologizing, even when you promised him it was okay. It had been better since-- you weren’t keeping secrets or harboring anger, and you felt exceedingly better in the aftermath of your fight.

You walked into your master suite, considering a hot bath or a shower after your day. You were lost in your thoughts as you kicked your shoes off, before turning to the bed. A dress was laid out on the end of the bed, glittery heels and jewelry in a box beside it. Loki wasn’t home, but a note was attached, telling you to get dressed and he’d meet you.

You smiled, lifting the black cocktail dress. You changed, fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror. Your day at work had been long, and you didn’t know what Loki had in store for you, but you were excited.

The lock clicked open on the door, signaling the arrival of your husband. You stepped into the foyer to greet him, met with Loki in an all-black suit. A grin spread across his expression as he noticed you, making warmth bloom in your chest.

“You look-” you both started at the same time.

You smiled and tilted your head, letting him speak.

“You look beautiful,” Loki spoke softly before giving you a kiss.

“Thank you. You look sharp. What’s the occasion, what are we doing?”

“I’m so sorry I missed our anniversary. I thought we could celebrate us tonight.”

You broke into a grin, nodding excitedly.

“Yes. Yes, let’s do it.”

“Of course. Let me set my things down,” he kissed your cheek and stepped into your master, cleaning up and dropping his bag.

.

You were driven to a fancy restaurant, one hand in Loki’s as the other smoothed over the wheel of his black sports car. He dropped the keys with a valet, and you were escorted to a table in the back of the place.

“Wine, Mrs. Laufeyson?”

“Please,” you nodded, and the waiter poured you a glass of sparkling pink moscato.

“I’ve gotten us a suite at the resort in the city. I have a bag packed for you in the car, I thought we could enjoy a weekend away. You deserve it,” Loki brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“You’re spoiling me,” you giggled, sipping your wine.

“As I should be.”

Elaborate French dishes were brought out on gorgeous plates, looking like something from a food blog. It tasted divine, and Loki told you some history about the dish from some time he was living or traveling in Paris. You listened to his animated stories, thinking about how you were so in love with him. 

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” Loki laughed softly, spooning sorbet into your mouth.

“Because I love you. And you’re charming and cute when you get excited,” you confessed with a grin. 

“I love you too. I’m sorry about everything,” he apologized. 

“It’s okay. We’re past it. Time moves forward for us.”

Loki nodded, leaning forward and smearing a kiss over your temple before retrieving your car from the valet.

“To the hotel?” he asked, sliding his hands over your hips and kissing your neck as you waited.

“Okay,” you giggled, squirming in his arms. 

He squeezed your bum, making you gasp before opening the door for you, helping you into the passenger seat. 

When you arrived at the hotel, there was a bouquet of roses on the table, and candles burning around. He kissed the back of your head, setting your bag down for you.

“Let me make this up to you,” his voice was deep as he unzipped your dress.

“Please,” you smiled, turning in his arms and pulling him into a heated kiss. 

[supercorpkid]

A weekend without Kara.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 3300.

“AHHH!” You yell standing up in one movement, looking at the portal opening in front of you, right in the middle of your living room. “Holy shit.” You put your hand on your chest and watch the Flash coming out of the portal.

“Oh, hi Superkid!” He smiles at you and you give him a thumbs up, after the first scare. “Is Supergirl home?”

“MOMMA! Uncle Barry is here to drag you to another reality so you two can fight some…” You look at him raising an eyebrow.

“World-consuming alien.” He answers and you agree with your head.

“Some nonsense alien.” You yell again and you hear Kara agreeing from her bedroom, saying she’ll be right down.

“How did you know?” Barry asks, looking at you throwing yourself back on the couch.

“Please. Like you would just show up here to say she looks pretty on her dress or something.” He agrees with his head. You’re right.

“Hey, wanna race while she doesn’t come?” Barry smiles and you stand up again.

“Yeah, I’ve been training a lot. I think I can beat you now.” You walk to the front door and open it.

“One time around the block and here is the finish line?” He asks and you shake your head agreeing. You both get in position for the run. “Ready? Go!” Barry becomes a flash in your eyes, and stops next to you a second later. He looks at you standing by the door, furrowing his brows. “Wait! How are you here already? I’m pretty sure I just broke the sound barrier.”

“Well, I told you I could beat you.” You walk back into the house, and Kara appears all dressed as Supergirl.

“Kid, I’ll be gone for a while. Please text your mom to come stay with you.” Kara asks and you agree with your head, but you don’t move. She points at your phone in your pocket. “Now, come on. I want to see you typing.”

“Fine.” You grab the phone and pretend to send an audio message. “Hey guys, I’ll be alone for the weekend! Party at my house! Bring a beer keg!”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” Kara is unamused while Barry laughs extremely loud next to her. She shoots him a disapproving look.

“Sorry. She’s hilarious.” Barry shrugs defensively and you smile.

You: Momma is going to another reality. World-consuming alien. The Flash. Probably another bunch of weird stuff.

Mom: OK! Do you want to meet me at the hotel, or should I go home?

You: Home, please.

Mom: Ok baby, see you there after work.

You show your texts to Kara, who shakes her head agreeing. Then looks at Barry next to her, giving him a nod.

“Ok.” He fumbles with the portal control, almost dropping it, then presses the button to open it. “Good to see you Superkid! Next time don’t let me race alone!” He winks at you and you smile.

“Guess you are smart.” You do finger guns at him and he goes into the portal. Kara walks towards you and kisses your forehead.

“Please, be good. If you need anything at all, call your aunt Alex. Be nice to your mom. If there’s an emergency and you need to save National City, please be careful.” She adds another kiss to your forehead. “I love you, little one.”

“I love you, mommy. Be careful out there.” You smile and she agrees, before walking into the portal and disappearing right after.

You look around the empty house and the clock on the kitchen wall. You’re not throwing a party, obviously, but what’s stopping you from having your girlfriend over? You text her, and it doesn’t take long until she’s at your door.

You have everything prepared when she arrives, and you both settle in the living room to watch a movie. She has her arms wrapped around you the entire time and you feel happy and bubbly about the whole situation.

“Hey.” She whispers on your jaw, and gives you a sweet kiss there. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but can we talk about what happened today at school?”

You forage your brain trying to remember what happened, but nothing comes. You look at her with furrowed brows to show your confusion.

“What that girl said to you?” Maya adds when she realizes you have no idea what she is talking about. “Babe, you can’t possibly have forgotten about it.” She opens a little more distance between you two, shaking her head in denial. “She told you to kill yourself.”

“Oh! Ah! Yes!” You stand up, a little uncomfortable, collecting the empty popcorn containers, and soda cans. “That’s just, you know-”

“That’s just heinous it’s what that is.” She stands up again. “How can you not have told her to go fuck herself or something?”

“Oh no, babe. That’s not-” You turn your back to her, so she won’t see your face completely red. “Why would I do that? I can’t drop to her level.”

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Maya’s voice comes a little louder. You know she’s not fighting you, and that she’s not upset with you, but with the situation. Your heart still starts pounding in your chest, either way. “She told you that you should die because you have Luthor in your name. How can you put up with that and not say a word?”

She walks towards you, taking everything you’re holding out of your hands and putting in the nearest surface. She cups your face and smiles at you.

“I get that you’re the nicest person in the universe, but I can’t stomach the way they treat you in that school. And I don’t like that you put your head down for them.” She kisses your cheek lightly. “If you’re not going to fight them, I will.”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it. It’s not like they’ll ever stop.” You shrug, looking into her eyes. She sighs. “Besides, I’m used to it.”

“Babe, that’s even more upsetting.” Maya puts her head on your collarbone. “What do your moms say about it?”

“Oh no. No.” You step a little further away from her, shaking your head. “They can’t know about the things they say. It would be very distressing.”

You hear a noise in the kitchen and you don’t even have to use your x-ray vision to know that Lena is home, making noises so you notice her there.

“Lena is here.” You say, and Maya holds your hand, when you two walk to the kitchen. “Hey mom.”

“Oh hey-” Lena raises her head from the grocery bags. “Girls.”

“Hello, Mrs. Luthor.” Maya answers and turns her face to you. “Walk me out?”

“Yeah.” Lena waves a quick goodbye at Maya, and you take her outside, closing the door for a little goodbye kiss without Lena being able to see it. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“Ok. Please, text goodnight.” Maya adds before turning on her heels and leaving your house.

You go back inside, and look at Lena putting the food she bought on the fridge. You help her, without saying a word.

“Please tell me you’re eating healthy.” Lena asks, knowing the answer by the things on the fridge. You shrug.

“Maybe you should come back home and make me.” You open a smile and she chuckles, holding your chin and looking at you lovingly.

“Funny.” Lena kisses your cheek and you hug her, laying your head on her shoulder. She strokes your back gently, and you sigh.

“I miss you here.”

Lena doesn’t answer. You know she misses you too by the way she’s holding you tight, and by the way her heart is beating. You know she’s hurt with Kara, and you wish there was something you could do about it.

“So.” Lena lets go of you, cleans one tear on her face, and looks at the things she didn’t put away. “You start on the salad, and I’ll start on the chicken.”

“Sounds good.” You two fall into a natural and comfortable silence while cooking together. It’s twice as fast without Kara around, but half as fun.

After you two finish cooking, she puts the food on the table, while you finish setting it up.

“You know I don’t have super hearing.” Lena says, while filling her glass with wine. You sit and wait for her to come closer. “But, when I got home, I heard you and Maya talking, and it sounded like you two were fighting.”

“Oh, no, we weren’t.” You deny with your head, and serve yourself. Lena finally comes back with her wine. She sits, crossing her legs, reclining on the chair and looking at you from the other side of the table.

“I know. I’ve heard.” She says and you look up to her, realizing what that means. “Baby-”

“Mom, I got it, ok? You don’t have to worry about it.” You sigh, putting food on your mouth, and giving her a thumbs up, because it’s delicious. “Let’s not ruin this perfect dinner with this conversation.”

“I’m sorry, babygirl. I think we should ruin dinner.” Lena says and you sigh. “What they do to you it’s not right. No one is supposed to hear the things you do, because of your stupid name. God, sometimes I regret giving it to you in the first place.”

“Mom.”

“No, I-I do. I should’ve known better. It’s too big of a burden to carry, and you are the opposite of what this name stands for.” Lena’s eyes are filled with tears and you bite your lip. “I actually thought people would forget about Lex. But he keeps coming back and dragging our names through the mud, all the time.”

You know she’s mad at Lex for mind controlling you still, so you let her vent. She’s been keeping this feeling bottle up for more than a week now, not having Kara to talk about it.

“And you, the sweetest, nicest person on the planet, keep paying for it.” Her tears fall, and your heart squeezes in your chest. You hate seeing her like that. “I wish you had nothing to do with this sick, rotten family.”

“But then I would have nothing to do with you.” You get up from your chair, rounding the table and going to her. “And you are the best thing in my life.” You smile. “And momma, of course.”

“Baby.” She cups your face with one hand, and smiles through the tears. “You are the best thing in my life. I love you so much.”

“Listen. You are right. I shouldn’t have to endure all the hate speeches, and all the teasing, but kids are stupid. I don’t think that half of them actually hate me because of my name, I think they hate me because it’s fun.” Lena raises her eyebrow at that. “It’s fun to laugh at the school genius, at least that’s what I see in every teen movie.”

Lena gives a little laugh and kisses your cheek.

“You’re amazing. Are you sure you’re just sixteen?” She asks and you shrug.

“You tell me.” You round the table again, going to your place. “You’re the one who made me in a lab.”

The dinner goes smoothly after that. The food is incredible and you know it’s only been a little more than a week, but you missed her food anyway. Lena’s presence feels right, like it always did. And you just wish she could stay more than just the weekend.

You two hang out a lot. It feels stupid when you think it hasn’t been that long since she left home, why were you missing her so much? Why were you missing her telling you to clean up your room, and help her with dinner?

After the conversation she overheard between you and Maya, she became Maya’s number one fan. It’s hilarious, and you didn’t see it coming. But every time you say Maya’s name, she just opens the biggest smile and it’s awesome.

You don’t want this weekend to end.

But it’s Sunday night, and your heart feels heavy even though Lena is still right next to you on the couch, talking about some experience that went wrong in the lab, and that one of the interns got so scared he’ll be blamed for it, he almost puked.

“Poor kid.” Lena adds, in the end, and you agree with your head.

“But you forgave him, right?” You ask and she agrees. “Then why can’t you forgive momma?”

“Baby, that’s not-”

“Mom, I don’t know what happened but, well, you once told me that we’re Luthor-Danvers, and that means that we might get upset, but we know how to recognize our mistakes and apologize.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“I wish it was that simple.” Lena sighs, and you hug her.

“It could, if you two just stopped overcomplicating stuff and just talked.” Lena doesn’t answer. She kisses your forehead, and falls silent for the rest of the night, looking too lost in her thoughts.

When Kara comes back from another reality is really late at night. You and Lena are comfortable on the couch watching a cooking show, when the portal opens again in the middle of the living room.

“Lena!” Kara looks so surprised as if she didn’t make you text your mom in front of her to make sure Lena would come to keep you company.

“Oh, hi.” Lena stands up, fidgeting her fingers, nervously. You roll your eyes thinking this is very pathetic. Just make-up already! “Well, great! You’re home. I suppose other realities are saved?” Kara shakes her head, agreeing. Eyes looking at Lena’s hands, then focusing back at her eyes. “Then I should get going.”

“NO!” Kara says a little louder than she planned to, reaching out to Lena, but not really touching her arm. Damn, it was so close. “It’s late.” She guesses by looking at the sky. “You should stay. It’s-It’s your house.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, and they stare at each other for a few seconds. Do they even know you’re there or have them forgotten completely about your existence?

“You take the bedroom and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Kara points at it, and sees you sitting there. “Or with the kid.” Oh, so they know you’re there.

“I don’t know…” Lena bites her lips, and you open your eyes at Kara, encouraging her.

“Please. It makes no sense for you to leave. It’s late, and even if it wasn’t-just-yeah-please.” Kara is always so articulate. But still, somehow, that makes Lena agree with her head and she decides to stay. You smile to yourself, and whisper a ‘thank you’ when she sits back on the couch, and Kara goes to take a shower.

When you hear that Kara has finished getting ready, you go to your room, so you can leave them alone to see if they finally talk. They don’t. Seriously, what are you going to do about this?

“Hey.” Kara knocks on your door then puts her head inside. “Will you absolutely hate it if I sleep here tonight?”

“C’mere.” You open your arms, and Kara smiles, walking into your arms, and laying in bed with you. “How were things in the other dimension?”

“Hard. Maybe I’m getting too old for this.” Kara says making you laugh in response, and soon she adds. “Don’t you dare saying I’m 70.”

“But you are.” You say and she sticks her tongue out at you, and flop back on her belly next to you.

“How were things here?”

“Great. It’s really good having mom home.” You watch her expression when you say that. She hums in agreement, but doesn’t say anything. “So, are you going to apologize or what?”

“Why do you assume it was my fault?” Kara furrows her brows, and you ease her crinkle with your thumb.

“I don’t. I have no idea whose fault it is. Or even if it’s a matter of culpability, at all. All I know is that, it doesn’t matter.” You stroke her back gently. “You love her, she loves you. You guys have been through so much, and you have never ever given up on her.”

“I’m not giving up now, either.”

“Well, then do something about it.” You say and Kara breathes deep. You raise your eyebrow at her. “Now! Do something now!”

“Ok, yeah.” She stands up and goes to the door. Before she leaves, she comes back and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best kid in the entire universe. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. Now, go.”

It would be a lot easier if your power had just gotten out of control again, and you could blame your eavesdropping on this, but that's not the case. What is happening is that your heart is so heavy on your chest. You know they keep saying it was not your fault, but if this is true why is your guilt practically consuming you? So, you need to know.

“Hey.” You hear a knock on the door, and Kara’s voice right after.

“Oh, Kara. Do you need to grab something?” Lena’s voice comes a little surprised.

“No, I-Lena, I’m really sorry.” Kara breathes out, like she was holding the apology for days, which is probably true. “Of course, I believe you, and I don’t think there’s a world you would ever hurt her, but I got really scared. I saw the look on her face, and she kept calling me mommy, and I caved.”

So, it was your fault! Holy shit you knew it! Lena’s voice comes an entire minute later, which almost makes you faint in anticipation. Come on Lena, come on. You can do it.

“I’m sorry too.” OH, THANK RAO. “You were right, there were other ways, and she was in pain. But don’t think for a second I wasn’t scared too.”

“I know. I know you were. I know you ARE.” Kara says, and you lower your glasses to see if they’re hugging, and they’re still not. Goddammit Kara, do something! “It doesn’t matter how many times the world gets in danger and our existence is threatened. Every time she is the one in danger, I-It’s-”

“Yeah.” Lena’s face drops and you watch Kara coming closer. Reaching out with one hand. Fingers ghosting over Lena’s arm. Your heart is stuck on your throat the entire time, and it feels like it’s going to explode in anticipation. Go, momma, please.

But Kara doesn’t go to Lena.

It’s Lena who goes to her.

Lena hugs Kara’s waist tight and sobs on her t-shirt. You hear Kara’s heart skipping a beat, and a breath of relief leaving her mouth.

“We’re ok.” Kara kisses the top of Lena’s head, wrapping her arms around her head, pressing her further into her chest. “She’s ok. We-We’ll figure this out, love.”

Lena’s heart beats a lot faster and she looks up, gazing into Kara’s eyes. They don’t have to say the words, so you know what they’re thinking. But they do it anyway.

“I love you, Lena.” Kara smiles, kissing Lena’s head again, and it’s time for Lena’s heart to skip a beat. “Always have, always will. In a hundred lifetimes, in any alternative reality, in every world. I love you.”

“I love you, honey.”

You stop listening, because now it’s way too private and it seems like things are better. And since Kara doesn’t come back to your bedroom, you’re right to assume things are better than they were before. But your heart only truly eases, when Monday comes and Lena comes back home after work. That’s when you can finally breathe.

Notes:

@itzyourgirlnat prompted a week without Kara and I LOVED IT!

Also Kara and Lena are back together, so the angst is over, ooof! What a long ride!

[generalfoolish]

Do You Ever Wonder?

Part Two: How You Make a Boy Feel

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader

Rating: Adult themes, but still pretty fluffy

Word Count: 1,991

Masterlist | Do You Ever Wonder? Masterlist | Part One

A/N: A little update to this story. I'm still on the fence about Marcus, but he's fun to write ;)

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

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“Stop!” You giggled, walking arm in arm out of the movie. Marcus was teasing you about your obvious attraction to both Humphrey and Mary. You couldn’t help yourself, you reasoned, they were a great distraction to the handsome man beside you. You leaned in closer to him as you walked into the chilly D.C. evening.

“Fine, fine. Are you hungry? Popcorn makes me so hungry. I was thinking of a proper restaurant, if you’re into it?” Marcus leaned down closer to your ear, his breath a hot tickle against your hair. You nodded, and burrowed into your jacket a little deeper. It had seemed like a promising evening, but the sun had taken all of the warmth in the air with it.

“It is chilly, isn’t it. Here, I’ll get a cab.” Marcus stepped away from you, and flagged down a cab in no time. He could be very authoritative when he wanted. You slid in after he opened the door, and he gave the cabbie the address.

“So, where are we going?” You asked, rubbing your hands together. He scooped them up and wrapped them in his large, warm hands. You blushed a little, thinking about how big they were and what you’d like them to be doing instead. He smiled and blew some warm air in the pocket his hands had made for yours.

“It’s a little fancier than a diner, but it’s no black tie place.” He told you, lowering your hands, but not letting go. The action forced you to scoot a little closer to keep your arm from being bent awkwardly, but you didn’t mind. Two hours in the dark with Marcus had only driven you crazy. You had no idea why he was going so slow. Not that you minded the switch from the usual dating scene, but if you didn’t taste his lips soon you felt you might actually lose your mind.

“How vague, Marcus.” Your tone was chiding, but you smiled as you said it. You had come to enjoy his easy banter and teasing. You didn’t want it to end. Before you knew it, though, the cab ride was over and he was passing cash to the driver. You got out on the building side, and looked back in confusion at him. There was no restaurant. There were no businesses at all. He grinned widely as he approached you. His hand found the small of your back, and he led you to a door up a small landing.

“That’s because I wanted to cook something for you. I’ve been, well I’ve been practicing, and I...I want to do something nicer than a stuffy meal.” He stammered out, before looking at your face. You had broken into a smile, and you were sure your face was turning red from more than just the cold. Unable to speak, you just nodded. You were overcome with an emotion that was new. No one, let alone a prospective guy, had made you a meal. It felt like a lot, but in a way you’d never had before.

“Welcome! I picked the place up a bit before the show, but I’m fairly clean.” He rambled, tossing his keys in the foyer table’s bowl. He kicked his shoes off, and invited you to do the same. He took your coat, and hung it up in the closet. He ushered you to the kitchen and pulled a small stool out for you.

“So, I’m not a big wine guy, but you struck me as a red wine gal?” He laughed, and pulled out a bottle from the fridge. “The clerk assured me this would impress a pretty girl.” You both laughed as he poured a glass for you, and passed it your way. He watched apprehensively as you took a sip, and exhaled in relief when you told him it was good. He poured himself a glass, but you noticed he didn’t touch it much.

“What’s on the menu, then, Chef?” You asked, swirling the Pinot around.

“It’s number 5 on the “Easy and Romantic dinners to impress your date,” List, and number 12 on the “Easy but Impressive Meals,” List. It’s just mussels in wine with some homemade bread. A little salad if you’re into it?” He rambled, clearly nervous.

“That sounds amazing, Marcus. Did you say homemade bread? I thought you said you were a beginner?” You asked, peppering him with questions, but honestly a little buzzed and ready to tear up some fresh mussels.

“Like I said, I’ve been practicing. Now, why don’t you handle the music situation, and I’ll get cracking on dinner.” He flashed you a big smile, and pointed to the vintage record player in the corner of the living room. It was gorgeous, cabinet style. He had shelves of records to choose from, and you shifted through the sleeves. It was endlessly more intimate than a stuffy restaurant, you thought as you pulled Fleetwood Mac’s self-titled record from the shelf. You loaded it gently on the turntable, and then laid the needle on the edge. Monday Mornings came through the speakers after a little crackle, it sounded clean and beautiful. You swayed a little to the words, before following your nose back to the kitchen. Marcus was concentrating on the mussels, but you could see his foot tapping. You knocked back the wine for a little courage, and poured some more. You noticed he had a nice Sauvignon Blanc for the mussels, and you felt your mouth water at the thought of how delicious dinner was going to be.

Without noticing it, Marcus had started feeling the music a little more, and you watched him dance as he added the wine to the mussels. He slid smoothly from the stove to the counter to chop herbs as the record started croning Warm Days. You watched the way he slowed his slight swaying to match the slower pace of the song, and you felt the rush go right to your core. Everything about him made you crazy. You shifted a little on your stool, getting more uncomfortable as you traced the outline of Marcus’s back muscles as he chopped garlic and parsley. You felt the heat rise to your face as you thought about his hands tracing you, and how it would feel to roam your own hands across his back.

“Dove, would you grab the bread from the oven, there’s a mitt to the left of it, I’ve got sticky garlic fingers.” He said, laughing. You cleared your throat, and stumbled to the oven. You grabbed the loaf out, and nearly dropped it when you saw how gorgeous it was.

“Marcus did you cut this design yourself?” You asked incredulously, and he nodded without turning around. “It’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed, laying it on the board he had set out. He started to say something, but the song loudly switched to Blue Letter, and the moment was lost.

“That’s dinner, then.” He told you, pulling the pot from the stove and walking it to the counter with the stools. “You’ll have to excuse the counter meal, there’s not a lot of space and I admittedly eat most meals on the couch.” He told you, sheepishly.

“No, Marcus, this is amazing. You were right, so much better than another meal out.” You assured him, as he spooned mussels out. He grabbed a knife and sliced a hunk of bread for you, before removing the pot.

“We’ll see if you still think that once you taste it.” He laughed, but you could tell it was a little more serious than he was letting on. So, not minding the steam, you dunked a bit of the bread into the broth. You quickly took a bite, and it was amazing. Not just good, but actually amazing. Which you told him, promptly and a lot. You tried the mussels and it was more of the same.

“Marcus, the flavor is amazing. You’ve never made mussels before?” “No, I just followed the recipe.” He said, sheepish, again.

“Shut up. You’re lying. You have to be.” He shook his head and you just looked at him in awe. You didn’t have much to say as you ate the meal, you were too busy enjoying it. You had never just loved mussels, but Marcus made you change your mind. Marcus made them your favorite. You smiled as you ate, and realized that you were falling for him. It made you nervous. Of course, it made you so nervous. You’d been burned before. He had too. It felt too nice, too quick. There wasn’t any drama between you. Over My Head played behind you, and you had to agree, it did feel nice. It felt amazing to be here, enjoying this meal with this wonderful guy.

That’s probably why you leaned over and kissed him. You didn’t really realize you were doing it, it was like your desire took the wheel and steered you right into the wall. He was surprised. There was no warning, no build-up, but he responded in kind. The kiss sealed it for you. The way his lips met yours hungryly. How neither of you let up until you were panting for air. How you both seamlessly slipped from the stools, and stumbled to the couch without breaking apart. How wordlessly you found yourselves exploring each other.

You broke apart for a second, his hands wrapped firmly around your waist as you straddled his hips. He rested his forehead against yours, and struggled for breath.

“I outta cook for girls more often.” He joked, his lips connecting with your jaw and moving lower at a lazy pace. You moaned against the soft trailing, and shifted against him as he sucked softly at your neck. You felt his own stirring beneath you, which you brazenly dipped against. He grunted into your neck, and held you close. “Careful.” He warned, his voice low.

“I think I’d like to skip straight to dessert.” You evened, darkly. He smirked and pulled you down for another kiss.

~~~~

You were laying against his chest, his heart a steady thump beneath you, and you could have probably fallen asleep just like that. His arms were wrapped around you, and his fingers were trailing in your hair or rubbing gentle circles on your back.

“What does this mean for you?” He asked the darkness softly. You felt his heart start to race, and you hoped it was for the same reason your own started racing. You swallowed hard, the words not coming easily. For you, it was so much more than just sex. It was shattering. You’d had casual hook ups before, but this felt like so much more. He took your silence badly.

“It’s just, I’m not a kid, y’know. I’ve been married, divorced, and engaged again. I want something real, and lasting. I can see that for us. I promised myself I wouldn’t get serious fast, but there’s something about you. You know? It’s everything. There’s everything about you. I want to make you dinner all the time. I want to dance with you, and watch movies, and just see your smile. I just have to know if you feel the same, because if you don’t then I can’t be hurt like that again.” You propped up on your elbows to look at him, but his eyes were squeezed shut. Your heart broke for him as he spoke, and you just wanted to put him together. You pressed a kiss against his chest.

“Marcus, I want nothing more than to get to know you, and learn how to make this work. I don’t want to rush in, but I couldn’t wait another second. I want to try this out with you.” He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You were happy to see him content, and you were as happy as you could be. It was the start of something amazing.

tagged: @mouthymandalorian

[deviliciousdev]

MBTI✨Teaching The Commander the Art of Doing Nothing.

entj (the commander)

x

intp (the logician)

couple

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[in entj x intp's apartment]

entj: [coming into living room from office, putting hands on hips] so, i've been to the gym, paid all the bills, reorganized the kitchen, cleaned above the cabinets, fixed your sock drawer, and finished the book on indoor plant care... and watered all the plants and repotted three. *sighs* and it's only two in the afternoon on monday... what the hell am i suppose to do for the next six days... ugh i hate "corporate mandatory sabbatical" okkkk just because i've gone two years without using my vacation days and may have yelled at colleague for eating my salad. all of a sudden, i need "time off to relax" pfftt. 🙄

intp: [laying on couch with a bag of doritos on their chest and their boston terrier asleep on their legs🐶] woah, woah, woah. entj. you really need to learn the art of doing nothing. and your first lesson is that all that crap you did today, i mean that's like A WEEK'S worth of stuff, ya gotta spread it out.

entj: the... art... of doing nothing... seriously...

intp: hey, hey, you think this level of stagnation is EASY oh no, this is an art ok. and it will take years of training with a master to truely reach this state. 😌

entj: 😐🙂 [trying not to laugh]

intp: luckily for you, kid, you have a master of straight up chillin, right at your fingertips 😏

entj: oh my god... idk, stagnation is not really my thing.

intp: [leans up slightly, intensely stares into entj's eyes] come to the dark side... we have doritos... and... oreos...

entj: 😄 i can't believe i'm going to say this, but fine. intp, teach me how to do nothing.

intp: [evil voice] exxxxccccellent 😈 now for your first task as my new apprentice, you must retrieve the oreos from the pantry. also the goldfish... and the m&ms... and two juices, dealers choice. actually can i have a lemonade plz, and get whatever juice you want.

entj: 😑

[after entj retrieve's snackages and joins intp on the couch]

intp: [grabbing their lemonade from entj] what juice did you get??

entj: aged grape juice.

intp: aged grap- [sees entj is hold a unopened bottle of red wine 🍷] ahhh, good choice.

entj: 😉 ok now we've got snacks what next.

intp: the next step would be to watch the television.

entj: that's it?? we watch tv all the time how is this any different?

intp: [laughs] ohhh kid, do you have A LOT to learn. let me rephrase we are going to binge watch.

entj: i haven't done that since college when i broke my leg... and i'm usually too busy now a days. so what are we going to watch??

intp: [evil little grin] we shall watch one the best shows/book series ever created... from the mind of George R.R Martin... based on the book series A Song of Ice and Fire... Game of Thrones![excited squeal]😁

entj: ya know i've always meant to watch it but i've never had time... so that's actually perfect. how many seasons are there??

intp: eight. and the episodes are each an hour long. 🤓 [pressing play, theme song starts blaring]

entj: 😳

[many hours into the binge watching later...]

entj: [eating oreos out of package on their chest, drinking wine out of the bottle with their legs on intp's lap] [major character death @ the end of season one] OH! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK! NO, NO, they did not just kill one of the main characters off! OH MY GOD!

intp: ohhh my sweet summer child... [if u watch GOT you'll get the reference] this is just the beginning... so, umm, do you like it?? [nervous, hoping they do but attempting to act like it's not a big deal]

entj: they just killed off a main character, there's like 4 different plot lines all happening at the same time, and it's really gory... this is the best show i've ever seen! can we do season two??

intp: patience my apprentice. first we must replenish snackages. then season two 😈.

entj: oh good because this ones kicked it [taps on empty wine bottle]

[after replenishing]

entj: ya know i wasn't sure about this whole doing nothing thing but... it's kind of liberating 😊.

intp: welcome to my world babe. [clicks and makes finger gun] so... season two?

entj: [as theme song starts to blare] LETTTTSSS DOOOO ITTTTT!!!!

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Midnight Snack

A/N: I can’t get enough of this man and I got an idea for a good smut fic and here it is.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), fingering, dry humping, squirting, wet dreams, soft rob

  You and Robbie were tucked into your humble abode because of miss rona, and the two of you were quite comfortable. With him doing work for the Earth Locker ™ , and you trying to relax and not watch too much news, you’d been kept quite busy and the chinese takeout containers were stacking up day after day. Rob is a bit of a hippie, but even he was getting tired of the same old ass routine, and he’d started meditating more, and spending less time with you. You’d sleep together in your bed every night and mumble greetings every dawn and dusk, but you were growing apart. It wasn’t a problem with the relationship, it was a problem with the fucking world.

  However, you had a plan for that.

  You’d braved the outside world and went to the grocery store, avoiding the angry Karens and missing toilet paper aisles. You picked up some italian themed food because it was a comfort for the both of you, and you threw salad materials into the cart because eating broccoli with brown sauce for weeks on end can send anyone on a rampage of high blood pressure. You’d thought about buying condoms, but you had some at the house, and who wants to have sex while in a food coma? Back at the house, you cleaned all the ingredients and started prepping the food. The lettuce was taken apart leaf by leaf, rinsed, then thrown in the bowl, along with the sliced radishes, carrot, and you even made homemade croutons because why the fuck not. Robbie’s been quite busy, staying outside most of the day, having one of his longer meditating sessions. Soon enough, once the vinegar dressing had been poured heavily over the salad, you placed it in the fridge to chill.

   Next, you started prepping you chicken titties (im sorry i had to.). They got a quick thaw and rinse, and you seasoned them with salt, pepper, basil, and Italian seasoning, and tenderized them until they were ready. Those were also placed in the fridge to marinate until you were ready to cook them. After that ordeal was finished, you fetched a glass of red wine, as you were preparing to make a chocolate cake, and baking was not your forte. You got the eggs, milk, vanilla extract, and vegetable oil into one bowl, mixed well, and got the mixer out because the wooden spoon was not cutting it. The dry ingredients came together a little easier, and the flour decided to make its way into your hair and your face (like something else which is a lot less dry), but you gave it no mind as you were gonna shower for dinner later. Everything was poured into the pan, and put it in the oven to bake while you were getting the chicken ready to be sauteed. You were proud of the work you’d done, and you polished off your glass of wine.

 “Hi honey, whatcha cookin?” Robbie said, entering the kitchen, and hugging you from behind, as you inhaled his scent, masked by the sweat of his session.

“Dinner, I got really fucking tired of chinese takeout, so I got a little somethin’ somethin’ cooking in the oven, and chicken boobies.” you said, turning around to kiss his lips, him sighing against you. His arms wrapped around your waist, and yours lingered by the small of his back. His tongue glossed against yours, and you moaned lightly, letting him take over for the time being. You touched upon his back, and he arched into your touch, and he humped against you, turning you into the counter, deepening the kiss. You broke off the kiss when Robbie started moaning louder, getting closer to his climax. A line of saliva was between the two of you, and his eyes were blown wide with lust.

“Well, I’ll get the frosting together for the cake, and you cook the chicken and boil the noodles. We’ll be finishing this later.” you said, hopping off the counter, and swaying your hips while grabbing the fettuccine from the fridge.

  Robbie smirked at your comment, and turned the heat up on the skillet on the stove, ready to get the meal over and done with so that he could get his dessert early. The two of you worked quickly to get the food done, dumping the pesto in the noodles, then the chicken, frosting the cake with delicate precision. The two of you shared a bottle of wine, white this time, after taking a special shower together and steaming up all of the mirrors in the house. The two of you dressed modestly for dinner, the both of you in sarongs, only Robbie wore a shirt, and you decided to put on a bra because you were still hot from the earlier frolicking. The two of you ate slowly, savoring the meal, and your time together. Quiet, gentle jazz played in the background, and birds chirped to each other outside. 

  “I love you, I want you to know that.” Robbie whispered, stopping you from putting the chocolate cake in your awaiting mouth. He looked at you with endearment in his eyes, wanting, no, needing the same to be told to him.

“I love you too, Robbie. Just took me a while to say it, is all.” you stated back, looking into his eyes.

  Soon after that, the meal finished, and the two of your worked in comfortable silence while doing the dishes, working assembly style. You two watched some Queer Eye before bed, sparking you to think of possibly picking up repainting your house. The two of you fell asleep at around the same time, Rob’s arms wrapped around your torso, his chest to your back. His dreams actually were calm that night, but yours were not. You had the wettest dream of them all. Beautiful, erotic, hot wet dreams are rare. That one, though, you’d always remember.

  Robbie was touching you, just like in the kitchen, but it was much more real, oddly. He moaned in your ears, grinding his dick into your ass crack, humping you quickly and harshly. You both were loud, very loud, you could feel the counter shaking. Robbie turned you around, wrapping your legs around his waist, fucking you as hard as he did when he finished Season 2 filming. He came home with his pants already off, dick stretching his black boxer shorts. He got you against the wall that day, and the couch, and the kitchen island, and the pool, and the floor. He wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk or talk. 

You didn’t for two and a half days.

  Now, however, while dream Robbie was fucking you into the kitchen counter, actual you was having a nice self-love session in your sleep. You’d gotten the covers off your body, revealing your hand beneath your panties, rubbing along your clitoris, applying just the right amount of pressure. Along with that, your knees were bent, and legs were spread, and you humped the air, arching your back with each thrust. You also began to moan, but that didn’t wake Robbie. He woke from the change in the bed shape, you were moving slowly, but harshly at the same time, making quick work of yourself. He woke up to you grasping the sheets in your hand, pulling them. He smirked, but slowly moved until he was positioned in front of your pussy, your hand not giving him a clear view. He kissed along your thighs and legs, leaving little hickies in his wake. You convulsed in your sleep, getting closer, but he wouldn’t have you cumming before he tasted you. 

  He pulled your panties from your body, holding them against his nose, taking in your arousal, in peak condition. He placed those on the sheets he previously occupied, for future use. The cold air halted you, and Robbie blew cold air onto your sex, causing you to wake up and look down to see his curls touching upon your thighs so delicately. The very thought sent you flying, thrusting your hips to the air. Robbie watched as your clit pulsed, swollen, waiting for attention. His hands went around your legs, moving them apart, to reveal your beautiful, pink pussy, waiting to be eaten. He gave it a lick to test, the tip of his tongue barely brushing against you. Your breathing was quite heavy, and he went back in, ravenous.

  Robbie’s lips touched your pussy’s, forcing a strangled moan from you. His tongue moved to your clitoris, giving it kitten licks, knowing where you wanted the most pressure. You put your hands on his head, ready to send him in the right direction. He pushed you closer to him, his tongue meeting your hole, giving it quit a broad lick, sending you panting for air. Rob slurped what you’d freshly created for him, his chin already glistening with your juices. He dove in, his nose nuzzling your clit, his mouth right where you wanted it. He gave licks in quick succession, creating a very lewd, wet sound. He grunted against you, as you’d decided to push his head further, and he liked the pull on his curls each time he attacked your sex. You were thrusting lightly against his face, using him how you wished. His hair was against your pubic mound and your thighs, adding to the feeling of pure euphoria that he was giving you.

“Robbie, I- oh goodness!” you choked on your words, as he’d inserted a finger into your birth canal, and he thrusted it in and out, letting it gather on his finger while kissing and nibbling your clit, then taking it out to lick it off like frosting from a cupcake. He added two fingers, and began grunting against your vagina, sending vibrations through you. Robert started shaking his head against your pussy, urging you to moan loudly, pulling his hair, causing him to moan as well. Sending you over the edge. He still fingered you through that white hot pleasure, then bit your thigh.

What a mistake that was.

    You squirted. Hard. Right into his face and mouth, and hair. He almost came right then and there, as you groped your breast, pointing your toes, yelling his name in praise. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you squirted onto his face, soaking him thoroughly. He started grinding against the bed, desperate for some type of release. The remaining liquid he licked off of your pussy, and he kissed your thigh, looking into eyes with his emerald orbs, wanting you to be okay before he proceeded with the next step. Robbie quickly got up, grabbed a condom from the side drawer, ripping it open with his teeth, then slid his boxers off. He quickly shoved it on his length, jerking it quickly for reassurance, then he slowly slid into you. You inhaled with him, and soon enough, you became one being.

  Robert thrusted gently into you, his face in front of yours, reaching down to grasp your lips in a beautiful kiss. He hit a spot that always sent him rolling, and broke away from the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the squeeze of your pussy against the intrusion. He started thrusting into your heat quicker, creating a wet squelching sound, one of which the both of you liked the feeling of very much. He hid his face in your neck, his nose pushing against your collarbone. His lips making small kisses underneath it. The pace was getting faster, and Rob was moaning in quicker succession, a sign that he was getting close. You looked past his head and saw his pert ass flexing, the muscle more defined when he pushed into you. That thought alone sent you for your second orgasm, him following you. Your wet tunnel tugged against his cock, causing him to explode into the condom, you seeing his face contort in pleasure, his eyes rolling again. His hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth open in appraisal. You felt his light bush press against you, pelvis meeting pelvis. His balls emptied themselves into the condom, and his toes were curling from the power of his orgasm.

   It took Robbie a while to come along this time. You’d no idea why other than the fact that he’d had a very hard orgasm. You wiped the tears from his face, and you sat him up as you took the ruined condom from his cock, tying it into a knot and throwing it into the trash. He was sniffling from the bed, clearly overwhelmed. You brought him a glass of water, which you had to help his drink, and he was curled into a ball on the bed while you cleaned him, breathing quietly. The sheets would have to wait for the morning, and you cuddled him as he nuzzled his way into your neck, a smile on his lips.

Masterlist

[the-fiction-witch]

I’m A Genius

REAL LIFE SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY

"Hello! everybody." Thomas smiled in y/n's kitchen his button-down half undone and a glass of wine in his hand "Now... Now... Plot" He giggled "Y/n has gone out. Yes, she has... she had gone to the doctor and then to her family and then, somewhere else, she did tell me but that was six hours and two bottles of wine ago" He explained "And she has left all her filming stuff so I thought for fucking funzies I would film a video, yes this is not planned, it is not on the weekly sheet but I'm doing it! because you and me we... we don't connect you know we don't spend time, one on one" He smiled "Now! I thought I would do a nice video, Because she is out all day and Because I rather enjoy cooking I would make her a fantabulous dinner, and then I had a confident glass of wine... well, confidence, Bottle of wine" He explained "and now I shall make... dinner. Of some sort. I do not know what. But I will figure that out" He says and One of the lights  fell down "Oohh... that's what the nob went into" He says "Hahh nob, Ohh god I'm five." He laughs "I think it's time... for more wine, and y/n isn't here to tell me no so... tis more wine time," he says filling his glass up "I am going to make... something with chicken because she took chicken breast out the freezer, .... haha Breast. and something that will pair well with wine" He says looking around the kitchen "Ooooh I can make, spicy chicken there is a leftover seasoning packet from a wrap kit" He says as he dug through the cupboards "Is it out of date?... yes. But it's like... a bag of spices what's to go out of date" He shrugs bringing it and some chicken to the table "... We have wraps in the bread bin. I could make wraps. with veggies and stuff.... does that sound good? y/n isn't here to tell me so, Fuck it we're doing it" He says picking up his wine sloshing it around to airait it but some fell on the countertop "don't do it... don't do it, Thomas. don't lick the wine." He muttered "You're an adult man, don't lick the wine off the counter"

there was clearly a cut but when it returned the wine was gone and his shirt was now dirty

"Okay! step one For Thomas makes dinner for y/n, get some chicken breast lovingly defrosted by your beautiful local woman. If you do not have a local woman a local man is also fine. it will not change the flavors, Ohh I just realized how offensive that sounds. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that. Okay, step one is... take the chicken out the packet"He says but the packet broke "Ohh for... fuck it I'm knifing it, Now if you are a small child or just s stupid person knives are not safe... so don't use knives. According to the house rules, I should not be even operating this knife, Because I lack adult supervision, which is y/n. and... I am not my own adult apparently, according to some people" He says drinking more wine and knifing the packet of chicken and putting it all out to a cutting board "Step to, cut the chicken into chunks small enough to not burn but big enough not to have to cut them up while eating them... think stab with three fork prongs." he explained why cutting "Ooh... No, I didn't cut myself. It's okay... I don't need y/n's supervision I am a man in my thirties I do not need my wife to tell me how to hold my knife... it's my knife"  he says waving the knife around a bit "Step three is to put the chicken on a tray, and sprinkle with the magic powder" he says "But not if your magic powder is white. that's... a different kind of magic powder, and you shouldn't eat that. don't do drugs kids. Or wine. Or sex. children should just... be taken away and educated by robots and returned to society at eighteen. Ohhh y/n's gonna kill me" He laughs "I can feel her anger, even if she's not here, I can feel the fact she'll be mad at me when she gets home" He explained "Next throw it in the oven until your whole house makes your eyes water with spice, when you feel you can taste spice in the air it's done" He explained "Ooh y/n bought premade cut up salads... so I do not need to cut veggies and such. so... what do I do till the chicken is done?" He says "Oooh I could make dessert," He says "we have strawberries. I shall cut them up and make chocolate covered strawberries and cream which is y/n's favourite" He smiled getting strawberries and a few other things "I shall double boil the chocolate, because If I do it in the microwave... I shall burn it" he explained "chocolate!!" He cheered throwing two broken bars into the bowel "I think y/n is gonna be mad, but she loves me so... maybe she won't murder me" he laughed "Strawberries for y/n" He smiled cutting them up "I wonder if she worries about me when she's out, does she worry about me? does she worry what I get up to all alone without her, I worry about her when she's not here, I think she worries about me like if I'm gonna cut my fingers off, or set fire to my shed, I'm more accident prone then I thought I was." He shrugs "she shouldn't worry about me, I just do this when she's not here. Just sleep, eat, play PlayStation, and furiously masturbate but... I think she knows I do that" he says "I need to whip this... but the whisk is not working..... If I stick the whisk in my drill. Ha! I'm a genius!" He smirked "Now... the chicken should be done." He says putting the desert away "Fuck. God damn it... It's one thing to get drunk, and for the sake of jokes go a bit overboard with being weird for the sense of comedy,  But then I do something genuinely dumb and not even turn the oven on." he sighed

"Thomas?" Y/n called from the door so he cleaned up slightly and turned the oven on

"Hi honey"

"What... what happened in here?" Y/n asks from off-camera

"I'm making dinner," He says

"Are you now?" she laughs coming into shot looking at the mess he has made "why is the whisk in your drill?"

"The whisk wouldn't turn on"

"did you plug it in?"

".... I did not"

"Thank you Thomas, but... less wine next time" she laughs giving him a cuddle

"Yes dear" He smiled cuddling her too and giving her a kiss

"Give me a wine"

"Yes dear," He smirked pouring her a glass of wine.

[footballfanfictions]

Think that I like her - Phase Six

Think that I like her - Phase Six

Christian

It had been three weeks since Christian had told Kara that he couldn’t see her anymore and he hadn’t seen her since. 

He had played every game since, assisting 6 goals and scoring 3 of his own. His new manager was so impressed with him that he had taken him to once side and spoken to him about how he saw him in his plans for the future and could see him being a very important leader in the team. Christian had been very flattered but it only made the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that much worse. He had broken things off with Kara because he was sure that he was going to be sold. He had always put his career before any of his relationships, and was always too scared to get close to anyone in case he had to move. He didn’t want a relationship getting in the way of important career decisions. His parents had told him that he would have plenty of time to date when he was older. That didn’t help the dull ache that he felt every time he thought about her.

Mason and his friendship with Kara complicated things further. He wasn’t particularly fond of the way that he had treated his friend. Christian didn’t blame him. If someone had done what he had to someone close to him, like his sister, he would be furious. He’d do worse to the guy than just avoid him.

He missed their friendship though and sitting at Kai and Timo’s table at lunch while the English players bickered and bantered not the next table over made him feel left out.

“It was such a good goal…” Kai said to him in his heavily accented English, his mouth full of pasta salad.

“What was?” Christian asked, his eyes still trailing across to the table where Mason was laughing at something Ben had said.

“Never mind” Kai laughed.

Timo looked up then, he had been bent over a newspaper while eating. He liked to read them to improve his English and he would often look up and exclaim something about a story and would explain how ‘that would never happen in Germany’.

“You are still thinking about that girl. The pretty one from the party” Timo mused quietly.

He had been looking down at the paper so Christian didn’t know how he had been able to tell.

Christian’s cheeks flushed and he picked up his water bottle, taking a long swig from it. 

“Ah yes he is” Kai teased.

“She was quite beautiful” Timo continued.

“Have you not seen her since?” Kai asked.

Christian sighed and wondered if he should tell them what he had done. Would then understand or would they berate him for his poor decision making? He thought it would probably be the latter, but maybe that was what he needed to hear.

“I saw her a few times after-“ He was cut off by Kai wolf whistling.

He looked over at the other table, but none of them had looked up.

“We were getting on really well, but then my form took a huge dip and so did my confidence and I just… didn’t want to lead her on if I wasn’t going to be here much longer.” He sighed, running a hand through the front of his hair. It was getting a little bit longer now, to the point that it was visibly curly. He needed to get it cut. 

“You tell this girl this?” Timo asked.

Christian nodded, continuing “I broke things off with her because I was so sure that our new manager didn’t want me here. I couldn’t let a relationship hold me back from moving somewhere else if I had to.”

“But you are happy here no? and you have scored 3 goals” Kai looked confused as he asked the question.

“Yeah I have now, and coach has told me that he wants me here for the foreseeable future. I feel like a bit of a fool. I’ve just always focused on my career and haven’t really dated anyone” he explained.

Kai put a reassuring arm around his shoulder. “When I move here, my girlfriend does not want to be coming with me. She studies in Germany. It is hard but we visit.” Kai smiled as he spoke. “If it is meant to be, you can make it work too.”

“But I have messed everything up now. I don’t think she will even speak to me now. What can I do?” he asked them both, looking between Kai and Timo.

It was Timo who offered the solution.

“Grand gesture”.

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

Kara 

Kara balanced her bag carefully on her shoulder as she descended the steps outside of the court room. The court hearing had just seen a conclusion to one of her trickiest cases. They had taken the infant into care a couple of days after their birth. Kara herself had attended the hospital a few hours after they had been notified of the birth and had loaded the tiny newborn into her car. The mother hadn’t protested, just stared at the wall. She was pale and gaunt and exhausted from child birth and we were removing her fourth child.  She had found herself in the cycle of domestic abuse and substance misuse and she knew the system well.

Kara didn’t want to believe that anyone wasn’t capable of turning their life around. She hadn’t become a Social Worker to ruin lives and take children away, she wanted to help families. She had argued with her manager over and over to let her work with the young mother. Her manager was against this, convinced that she would never put her children above herself.

Kara started by asking the housing department to house the woman in another borough, away from the network of drug dealers and gang members that plagued her life. They had given her a moderately sized two bedroom flat. Kara had to argue hard that the woman needed more than one bedroom, because she wanted to return the baby to the care of it’s mother.

She enrolled the mother onto detox programs, parenting courses and encouraged her to access therapy, and sought court injections against the men that had abused her.

One year and six clear drug and alcohol screenings later, the court had agreed to allow the baby to return home. This had been Kara’s greatest triumph, seeing the two of them reunited outside the court room warmed her heart and as she got into her car she allowed herself to cry. Empathy can be exhausting and emotionally draining and some times she just had to let those emotions out.

She had thrown herself into her job, and into that case so much that the gorgeous young American that had previously taken up all of her thoughts had barely crossed her mind. But she was thinking about him now. How nice it would have been to have had someone to come home to and forget all of the stresses of her day with. She could barely do that with Mollie these days. Mollie was barely home, spending most of her time with Mason in the honeymoon phase. Not that Kara minded. She was very happy that her friends were happy with each other.

The drive home was quick and Kara was soon walking up the steps to their shared flat and fumbling in her bag for her phone.

She listened out for any sounds coming from the flat before she turned her keys in the lock, not wanting to walk in on Mollie and Mason.

She was relieved to hear silence, wanting nothing more than to have a bath, pour herself a glass of wine, change into her comfiest pyjamas and order a Chinese. 

She walked into the living room area, not noticing that there was something in the kitchen immediately, until she turned around to pour that glass of wine and found that every available space on the counter tops and the island were filled with large arrangements of roses, in every colour.

Mason had gone overboard on the romance this time she laughed to herself.

The card poking out of the top of the white rose arrangement caught her eye and she couldn’t resist sneaking a look at what Mason had written. 

Her eyes scanned the card.

I will never be able to make up for what I did, but I’m hoping to try. Can we talk? Christian x

Ps. Hope you like the flowers

She nearly gathered up all of the flowers, thinking that she would empty them all into the bin, but something stopped her. A tugging feeling in her stomach. She had distracted herself from Christian so well, but that distraction was now gone, and her thoughts were just filled with him. The way that he would smile when he kissed her, how he would wrinkle his nose and laugh when she said some sort of British slang that he didn’t understand, the way his hands were so gentle when he ran them down her arms and held her hands. She missed the way he smelled when she buried her head against his chest.

She was crying again now.

She went to the fridge for the wine and got a glass out of the kitchen cupboard, pouring herself a large glass she took a deep breath and held her phone tight in her fist.

She wanted to text him, but she didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t just go running back to him just like that, could she? As much as she wanted to, he had broken things off with her and she would seem like a right doormat if she went running back to him. 

She really really needed some advice.

She quickly took a picture of the flowers and sent it to Mollie with a quick message. 

K: Did you and Mase know about this? x

M: Mase didn’t but I did. He turned up earlier and he seemed really sorry, then he said he was going to send the flowers and I brought them in x

K: What do you think I should do? x

M: What does your gut tell you? x

K: To tell him to come over x

M: That’s what you should do then x

K: But aren’t I being a massive doormat if I do that? Just forget what he did and move on so easily? x

M: You could make him work for it in other ways *devil emoji* if you know what I mean. You’ll get no judgement from me x

Kara rolled her eyes at Mollie’s last message, but it did make her smile. She could see Christian tonight, and make him work a little to get her back at the same time.

Grinning, she opened up their last text conversation.

K: Hey, I got your flowers. Thanks, they’re beautiful x

C: Not as beautiful as you x

C: Shit that was cheesy sorry x

K: It’s ok, I liked it x

C: I miss you x

K: I miss you too Christian x 

C: Can I see you? I’d really like to talk to you in person x

K: I just got back from work, but you’re welcome to come over if you like. I was just planning on having a quiet night in x

C: Ok, I’ll see you soon x

Kara felt giddy as she tottered into the bathroom. She turned the taps on and poured her favourite bath soak in, going a little overboard with the bubbles. 

She tried to calm down whilst laying back in the hot water but she just couldn’t. Her mind was solely on Christian. She had looked up the latest Chelsea results while she soaked, so that she would have something to talk to him about at least if things got awkward between them. There was a picture of him from the last match where he had scored a goal. He had a beard now.

Kara bit her lip and tried to resist her thoughts from wondering what his facial hair would feel like against her thighs. 

She got out of the bath then. She felt flushed and hot and didn’t want to start sweating. Wrapping a towel around herself she quickly left the bathroom and entered her bedroom. What the hell should she wear to hang out with a guy that had broken up with her? She couldn’t really go for a dress, that would be pretty impractical if they were just going to spend the evening on her sofa. 

She downed the last drop of her wine and set the glass down on her dressing table as she surveyed the clothes in her wardrobe. She felt like she had nothing to wear, but of course, that wasn’t the case. She settled on pair of denim shorts and a top that was low cut enough to show her neck and collar bones but modest enough to cover her boobs. She had always been taught that you could only have your legs or your boobs on show, never both. She laughed silently to herself at that rule. It was one that Mollie absolutely swore by and would actively judge girls around them on a night out if they showed too much chest.

She brushed her long hair up into a loose ponytail and quickly go to work on applying make up to her face. She hadn’t worn much make up to court, keeping it simple with just foundation and mascara but she wanted slightly more than that now.

She had just finished sweeping the wand of her liquid lipstick across her lips when she heard a light tap on the front door. 

Her legs felt like they were going to give way from underneath her if just at the sight of him and cursed herself under her breath for allowing herself to like someone this much. 

She opened the door to a grinning Christian.

“Hi-“ she had gone to say, but she didn’t get it out.

He took a step over the threshold and put on hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek and  pulled her against him, his mouth moving cautiously against hers as if he was scared she might pull away. 

She didn’t.

She brought her arms around his neck and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth.

His hand at her hip squeezed gently before he pulled back from the kiss.

“Hi” he said. 

[myhockeyworld87]

Unexpected - Jamie Oleksiak

Word Count: 3613

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, language, cooking (is that a warning hahaha)

Notes: You all better thank the anons that sent me love tonight, especially the one that called me a queen. Girl we are all Queens! But I love you so much you get this Jamie O story early!!! Happy Reading and thank you guys for hitting 500! Peace, Love and Hugs all!

When you met Jamie at a mutual friend’s house, it wasn’t surprising that he caught your eye. At six foot seven, the man literally drew attention just by walking through the door. Though his frame made him quite intimidating; it wasn’t until later in the evening that you learned how much of a gentle giant the man truly was. His eyes were kind and his smile sweet, a combination that set your heart racing. There was really only one answer to give him when he asked you out to dinner, and that was yes.

The two of you exchanged phone numbers; talking and texting over the next few days until both of your schedules finally coincided. As soon as you got home, you plugged in your curling wand to touch up a few curls and set to fixing your makeup. Making sure to put waterproof mascara on, as it had been raining all day long. The lights flickered but you paid it no mind as you continued getting ready for your date. You weren’t sure if the restaurant you were going to would be fancy or casual, so you kept your outfit simple. Wearing skin-tight black pants and pairing it with a burgundy long sleeve low cut peplum top. It showed just the right amount of cleavage. Satisfied with your look, you headed out to grab a pair of strappy black heels to top the outfit off.

That’s when you noticed the lightning flash through the windows. It was really coming down now. Wind pounding against the siding of your house. Thunder rumbled as the doorbell sounded, and you found yourself jumping in surprise. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to find Jamie, half soaked from his short walk from his car. You ushered him in without even saying hello, and promptly closed the door behind him.

“Hi there,” you finally managed to squeak out. “It’s really coming down out there.”

“Yeah, about that.” He ran his hands through his wet locks, his head bent low as he said. “I’m really sorry but our dinner reservations just got canceled. Apparently, a tree fell on the building or something.”

“Oh…no big deal, we can go anywhere.”

“It’s kind of a mess out there, maybe we should just reschedule.” You couldn’t mask the disappointment on your face. It wasn’t that you wanted to go out to some fancy restaurant, heck you would’ve been happy with McDonald’s. Spending time with Jamie is what you really wanted.

“I mean sure, we can do that if you want; or we could just make something here.”

The shy smile that played across his lips grew into an all-out grin. “I’d like that.”

“Ok then, dinner here it is. Here, let me take your coat.” Taking the wet garment you hung it up, then headed to the kitchen; Jamie following behind. “Umm…let me see. I’ve got some chicken here.” You dug deeper into the refrigerator searching for other ingredients to go with it. “Oh, do you like chicken alfredo?”

“Sounds delicious.”

“Great! I make a killer alfredo sauce.” Grabbing the remaining ingredients you set them on the counter, then went back to the fridge. Glancing in the crisper, you took out stuff for a salad to go along with your meal. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to ask if you wanted anything to drink. I’m a horrible host.”

Jamie chuckled, a sound you felt deep within you. “I’d say you’re doing a great job, considering this is the spur of the moment.” When you turned to look at him, you saw his eye taking in your appearance. “I haven’t been a very good date either since I forgot to mention how beautiful you look.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment, and you bit the corner of your bottom lip, a bad nervous habit you had. “Thank you.” You countered. “Aside from the wet head, you look pretty good yourself.” You set the vegetables aside, then turned back to Jamie. “So, about that drink? I’m thinking wine. I mean we are going Italian here.”

“Sounds perfect, what can I do to help?” Opening the cupboard you grabbed two glasses and a bottle of your favorite Cabernet, then handed the bottle off to him.

“For starters, you can open this, then I’ll get you started on making the salad.” While Jamie worked on uncorking the wine, you got out the pots and pans you needed to make the chicken alfredo. By the time you had chicken in the pan and went over to wash your hands, Jamie had the wine poured and handed you a glass.

“Here’s to the unexpected and everything that comes along with it.” It was an interesting toast, and you were hoping that only good things would come for the rest of the evening. You clinked your glass with his, both of you taking a generous sip; then you set the glass aside.

“Now let’s get cooking.” You went to hand him the container of greens when a loud crack of thunder scared you half to death and you dropped the container back on the counter as you practically jumped closer to Jamie. His hands came instinctively around you, and it took you a minute to regain your senses as you breathed in his clean manly scent. You felt his large hands rub soothing circles against your back. All you wanted to do was lean closer into him, but instead, you found yourself looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that thunder.”

“I’m not complaining.” He smiled down at you, and you felt your lips slide up in return. Slowly he leaned into you, as your heart started to beat a bit faster. That’s when you heard a pop in the pan.

“Shit!” You shifted out of his arms, to run over and flip the chicken. “I totally forgot about this.” He just laughed softly, some things had lousy timing. After the chicken interruption, the two of you continued making dinner. Jamie cutting up the salad, while you worked on the sauce. There was a stream of endless chatter as the two of you got to know each other better. He’d gently poke fun at something you would say, while you chirped him back about fighting on the ice all the time.

The water was boiling for the pasta when he came up behind you. “Dinner smells delicious.” He was so close, leaning over your shoulder, as you stirred the alfredo sauce. He bent down, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

“Would you like a taste?” Oh god, your cheeks flushed at the wording you’d just used, for you definitely weren’t thinking of the sauce at the moment.

“Sure.” You held the spoon up but gently blew on it before bringing it up to his lips. His hands slid around your waist as he drew himself closer for a taste, a movement that sent heat straight to your core. “Mmmm tastes even better than it smells.” Setting the spoon back down, you looked over your shoulder at him and noticed a small amount of sauce on his upper lip.

“You have some right…” You motioned to the spot but then decided to be bold. Moving your thumb up you brushed away the excess food, but when you went to move back, Jamie caught your wrist and drew your thumb into his mouth; swirling his tongue around it. Your knees went weak and your panties grew wet. The man hadn’t even kissed you yet, though if it was anything close to what he was doing now; you’d probably dissolve into a puddle. When he finally released the digit, his hand moved to cup your cheek, as his lips drew near. Eyes fluttering shut, you gave yourself over to Jamie. His lips were soft and gentle, just slowly caressing yours. He didn’t demand anything from you, just a melding of two people. He pulled back before deepening the kiss. You felt lightheaded, and just a bit dizzy, but all in the best way. He kept his hands around your waist, keeping you steady as you looked up into his smiling face. “That was nice.” You finally breathed out.

“Yeah, it was.” The grin that broke out on your face was infectious, as you could see the exact same one on Jamie.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of his embrace to finish up dinner. “Can you grab a couple of plates from that cupboard right there?” Taking the tongs, you picked out a piece of angel hair out of the boiling water to test it and see if it was done. It was perfect, so you tossed it into the colander and drained it. Jamie handed over the dishes and you artfully arranged the chicken alfredo and salad on it. Grabbing the wine, you and Jamie headed over to the table to finally start your first dinner date. “Bon appetit.” You said, raising your glass to Jamie’s.  

He dug into the meal wholeheartedly. “Wow, this is amazing. You’re a really good cook.”

“Thanks.” You answered in between bites.

“This is so much better than when they make this for us before games.” He took another forkful.

“They cook for you all you guys before every game?”

“Yeah, both home and away, before or after practice as well; but nothing this good.” You weren’t a hundred percent sure he was telling the truth, yet it was still nice to hear. “So do you cook like this every night for yourself?”

“Well, not every night, but most. I actually like to bake more than cook.”

“Really? So, what are the chances I can get you to bake for me?” His cute little smirk came back out then and you felt yourself melt just a bit more.

“I’m sure it can be arranged.” The conversation went back and forth like that all through dinner. It was so easy to talk to Jamie, and while he initially came off as shy; once he seemed comfortable the conversation came easy. The storm continued on outside, and you suspected with the amount of rain coming down there would definitely be areas of flooding. The lights flickered a few times, before suddenly going out when a particularly loud bang of thunder and lightning hit. “Crap looks like we should’ve lit these candles.” You could barely make out the outline of Jamie’s tall frame, but then the lightning would strike again and it would illuminate his face. “Hold on and I’ll grab some more.” Carefully you made your way over to your purse and took out your phone, turning on the flashlight, so that you could get the matches from the kitchen. The soft candlelight gave the room an intimate glow, and so you lit some of the others you had strewn around the house. “There much better.” Since you’d both finished your meal and had just been sitting there chatting, you suggested the two of you move to the living room.

Jamie grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled both of your glasses before sitting down on the sofa. Instead of taking the seat on the opposite end of the couch away from Jamie, you decided to sit next to him, both of your knees tucked up underneath you. His arm rested across the back of the sofa and you felt him take one of your loose curls and twist it in his fingers, before saying. “You know, I think this has been a better first date, then what I originally planned.”

You smiled. “I think you’re right.” His hand moved to softly knead your neck, the touch gently coaxing you closer to his body. His free hand grabbed your wine glass and moved it to the end table, then reached over and cupped your cheek. You felt yourself lean into him, in anticipation of the kiss to come.

He was so close, as his eyes moved from your gaze to your mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” He softly whispered, before his lips gently caressed yours. His hand at the back of your neck pressed you slightly forward and your hands moved to his chest, as you opened for him. His tongue swept in, stroking against yours, eliciting a moan from you. Each of you learning what the other liked as the kiss continued. Desire pool within you, and you found yourself wanting more. He slowly pulled away, and you whimpered from the loss of contact. His breathing was harsh, as he pushed your hair to the side to rain soft little kisses to your now exposed neck. “So sweet.” He murmured.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your lips when he hit a particular spot on you. Your hands threaded through his hair and he gently nipped at your skin, before returning to explore your mouth again. A low growl escaped him when you deepened the kiss. The kiss was needy, tongues swirling and seeking more from each other. His large hands roamed up and down your back, until they lightly caressed your sides, just barely touching the outside of your breasts. You moaned into his mouth, the sound primal and wanting. Finally, he cupped your breast through your shirt, running his thumb back and forth over your nipple. The action causing the dampness in your panties to become wetter.

You pulled back from the kiss, in order to catch your breath, though Jamie continued his assault on your nipples. Tossing your head back you moaned again in pleasure. His hands left you then, moving to the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” he asked.

You hummed your agreement and raised your hands to assist him. His gaze took you in, and you could see the lust in his eyes. It spurred you on, and you moved to straddle him. Jamie placed his hands on your hips to help lift you onto him. You could feel his hard length through his pants and you were half embarrassed that he would feel how wet you truly were. All thoughts left your brain though when his mouth latched on to your nipple through the lace of your bra. Your hips rocked forward, feeling him hot and hard beneath you. Jamie growled, deep and low from his chest, as you tested the waters again by rocking gently into him. He slid your bra strap halfway down your arm, before taking your breast out and suckling on the nipple. Your hips start to move of their own accord, and vaguely you realize dry humping him before he stilled you with a hand on your hip. “Easy babe.” He tenderly breathed out.

He went back to kissing your mouth, this time at a slower pace. His tongue taking its time, just languidly swirling with yours, as he pressed your chest closer to his. His long fingers, traced down your spine, leaving your body covered in goosebumps, as he removed your lace bra. He was stoking a fire in your body and you wanted more. You unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his warm flesh. His muscles were hard, beneath your fingertips; and when he deepened the kiss, your nails dug into his skin.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that. His mouth molded to yours, unhurriedly kissing you in the soft candlelight. After an endless assault on your lips, his hands finally trailed down to your hips, where he slowly rocked them into his. You weren’t sure who moaned first, you or Jamie. Pulling back from his lips, you rained kisses all over his neck and chest, and he picked up speed. Moans filled the air, and before you knew what was happening, he lifted you off him and laid you back against the sofa. His large body loomed over you, and you licked your lips in anticipation. “Damn (Y/N), when you do that…” He blew out a breath. Your fingers hooked around the loop of his pants and you pulled him closer to you, that smirk that did unholy things to you returned to his face. There was nothing else you could do but kiss him.

His hands trailed over your body, as his large palm cupping your sex. A blush stained your cheeks, as you knew he could feel your wetness through the fabric of both your pants and panties. The heel of his hand, pressed down on your mound, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. “Mmm…Jamie.” Reaching up, you pushed his shirt off to caress his body; nails raking down his chest as he continued to rub your pussy.

He lifted his palm off you, only to move his hand to your waistband. His eyes looked at you questioningly before proceeding any further. You nodded your head for him to continue, and he wasted no time undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. You lifted your hips for him to shimmy your pants down. His heated gaze trailed down your body to your black lace thong. “Mmmm pretty. Did you wear this for me?” His fingers traced the outline of the lace, making you squirm underneath him.

On a breathy sigh, you tried to play coy by answering, “Maybe.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Only a maybe?” He trailed one finger over your clit down your slit, and when he heard your sharp intake of breath, he said. “If it’s only a maybe, then maybe we should stop.”

He let his finger circle your clit a couple times, then took his hand away. “Don’t stop Jamie. Please.”

“Please what (Y/N)? I need to know what you want.”

“I want you to touch me, Jamie, please.” There was neediness to your voice and you didn’t care.

“So, did you wear this for me? Were you hoping I’d see them and want to rip them off you?” Your hips bucked up and you moaned out a breathy yes. “Because I do (Y/N), I just want to tear them off and put my mouth on your sweet little pussy.” He hooked a finger, under the waistband and dipped it between your folds. “So wet.” You arched your back into the touch, as he took his now soaked finger and circled your clit. You were panting now, aching for more. “Lift up babe.” You did as commanded and were rewarded as he slid your panties off of you.

Trailing his hands, along the inside of your thighs, Jamie worked his way up to your core. He blew a breath on you, and your hips bucked. His strong arm came to rest across your midsection to hold you still, as his tongue flicked your clit. “Oh god, yes” you moaned out. It felt like you were on fire and his tongue had only touched you once. He licked again, the act making your body tingle all over. When his mouth latched on to your clit and he began to suck, you felt your orgasm start to build. Never in your life had you been this close to the edge this soon and if he hadn’t been holding you down, you were pretty sure you would’ve fallen off the cliff already. He continued to lap at your clit when you felt his finger slip between your folds and enter you. You gasped, inhaling sharply as pleasure course through you. “Oooohhh”

He started to pump his finger in and out of you. Your hips rising as much as they could with his arm stretched across you. “That’s it (Y/N)…” He breathed out. “Cum for me baby.” When his finger made a come here motion, that was all you needed. Sensations of pure bliss took hold of your body and your pussy spasmed all around his finger. You didn’t recognize the noises that came out of your mouth as you screamed out your pleasure. Jamie slow licks continued through your orgasm until you finally collapsed back on the couch; then he slowly climbed up your body. Bringing his face to yours, you kissed him, tasting your essence on his lips.

You skated your hands down his body, to his fly and undid the button there. Reaching down you felt his cock harden at your touch, and Jamie sucked in a breath through his teeth. As you stroked him you realized that he was a large man in every sense of the word. For a minute, you were nervous about his size; but then he kissed you again and all the nerves left. You pushed his pants and boxers off him and his cock sprang free. It felt hot and heavy in your hand as you stroked it a few times until his hand grabbed your wrist to stop you. “I don’t know if we…” His voice trailed off.

The electric came back on then, lighting up the room with a million watts of power. The two of you both squinted from all the light. You took the moment to resume stroking Jamie. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His tone serious and respectful, and you knew if you told him to stop he would.

“Jamie, I want this…I want you.”

“Then maybe we should move this into the bedroom.” It was the perfect suggestion and you nodded your agreement. He lifted off your body, extending his hand to help you up.

You quickly blew out the candles, before grabbing his hand and leading him back the hallway. “You know, this has been the best first date I’ve ever had.”

He kissed you hard as you crossed over the threshold of your bedroom. “It’s not over yet babe.”

[vindicatedvirgil]

and they were roommates / analogical

oh my god they were roommates

includes: slow burn analogical, cute moments, me just vibing with virgil the whole damn time, god i wish this would happen irl, bad language use, also it just kinda drops off at the end, sorry (please let me know if i need to tag anything else)

(masterlist)

“That’s the last of my boxes,” Virgil muttered, hood up. “Thanks for letting me move in, Logan. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve coped with Remus and Janus.” It wasn’t that Remus and Janus were bad roommates, it was just… Janus was overbearing sometimes, trying to make sure that Virgil took care of himself. And Remus, was, well, Remus. He was always doing weird experiments and painting murals on the walls. Virgil was never 100% sure that the red blood was paint and not blood.

“It’s not a problem. The spare bedroom was just being used for storage,” Logan said from his seat at the dining table, his laptop open as he typed quickly. “Would you like some help unpacking?”

“I’m going to take a nap first, I think. But thanks.” Virgil took his final box to the room, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t bother to make the bed, and just laid down, falling asleep quickly.

-

“Virgil, it’s been three weeks and you haven’t unpacked yet,” Logan said, leaning against the doorframe to Virgil’s room. The boxes were open, clothes were strewn about the room, and the bed was still unmade, with just a blanket covering the mattress. “Please let me help you unpack.”

“Sheesh, it’s fine, it’s not like any of my shit is in your way,” Virgil muttered, finally pulling one of the headphone ears off. “I’ll get to it eventually.”

“Well, can you at least wash your dishes?” Logan crossed his arms, a frown on his face. “I’m not going to clean up after you. Janus might have done that for you, but I refuse to.”

“Fuck off,” Virgil’s voice was low, and he pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll do it later.”

-

Except he didn’t. The next morning, Logan stepped out of his room and almost directly onto Virgil’s foot. He was laying across the floor, face down, headphones blasting music so loudly that Logan could clearly hear the words to the song. Logan groaned, running a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner. He decided to kick Virgil’s foot, glaring down at the man.

“Get the fuck up, Virgil,” His voice was ragged, and his eyes dark. Virgil just grumbled, sitting up on the floor and looking up, pulling the headphones off. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and Logan had a moment where he almost felt sympathy, but it quickly passed. “Why are you laying in the hallway?”

“My room was making me anxious,” Virgil responded. “Too much… everything. The hallway is nice and empty. Perfect for laying down.” Logan watched the other man’s face carefully, noting the empty glare in his eyes.

“...are you okay?” He finally asked, eyes narrowing. He had never seen Virgil act this way, not really. Whenever they had been around each other, when Logan was visiting Remus for science projects or when they were both visiting Patton for dinner or Roman for movies, Virgil would be… okay. Logan didn’t notice when Virgil would excuse himself to the bathroom or leave early. He didn’t pay that close of attention, because he thought that Virgil was okay. He knew that Virgil had suffered from depression and anxiety pretty severely as a teen and in college, but figured that he had recovered, since no one ever really talked about it. He wondered if everyone else danced around the topic, not wanting to upset Virgil. And he wondered if he was being a bad friend, never checking in with the other, just… assuming.

Logan didn’t wait for Virgil to answer. He stepped over the man on the floor and went into the messy bedroom, taking stock of what needed to be moved and put away. He folded and hung up clothes, put sheets and a comforter on the bed, and broke down the empty boxes. There was a box on the desk that he peered into, finding some books that he set on a shelf and some notebooks that he set on the desk. 

When he exited the room, broken down boxes in his arms, he found Virgil laying across the hallway floor again. Logan walked around him and went to store the boxes in the hallway cabinet, then glanced at Virgil. He took his cellphone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Patton.

Virgil’s feeling down today, how can I help him? -Logan

What?! Is he okay? Do I need to come over? ~Patton

No, don’t do that. I cleaned up his room, but he’s laying on the floor in the hallway, face down. What do I do? -Logan

Let me text Janus. ~Patton

Logan sighed, leaving Virgil in the hallway. He took a seat on the couch, watching his phone intently, when a text came through from Janus.

If he’s feeling down and laying on the floor, just… let him be for a while. Offer him food and water just in case. He has these bad days a lot, so be gentle. xx Janus

Logan didn’t respond, he just locked his phone and sighed. He was right, he had never noticed, or maybe he never cared to notice because he was always so wrapped up in his own head. As he was about to get up and get a snack for Virgil, his phone chirped again.

His favorite movie is The Nightmare Before Christmas. If you can… just start playing it. He might come and watch, and if he does, just sit with him. xx Janus

Logan considered this, and once he prepared some snacks and two mugs of tea, he turned on the movie, making sure the volume was up enough for Virgil to hear it. Shortly after the opening song, he saw Virgil peek into the living room, but made no acknowledgements to this. He just took a long sip of his tea, looking only at the movie.

Virgil sat on the other end of the couch, pulling his legs under him, and watched the film in silence. At some point, he started drinking the tea and ate a few of the crackers that Logan had set out.

Once the movie was over, Logan cleaned up the mugs and snacks. As he was doing the dishes, he heard Virgil come into the kitchen. “...thank you, Logan,” was all that he said before he retreated into his room.

-

Logan peeked his head in through the crack in Virgil’s bedroom door. Virgil was sitting at the desk, leaning over a notebook and scrawling fast. The logical man cleared his throat so that he wouldn’t startle the anxious man, and Virgil turned around to look at him. 

“I made some pasta. If you’re hungry,” Logan said, his eyes watching Virgil’s movements carefully. In the three months that they had been living together, he had come to understand Virgil’s various moods, and could decipher what mood he was in based off of his body language.

Virgil scribbling in his notebook meant that his mind was overworking itself, that he was feeling anxious and he needed to get the thoughts out of his head. The best way to work with that was to bring him out of his room to eat and talk, or to watch a movie together.

If Virgil was laying on the floor, regardless of where, then he was having a depressed day. On those days, Logan practically had to force him to eat, to shower, and to rest on the couch. Those days usually turned into movie days, and when Logan had too much work to do he’d call Patton or Roman to come spend time with Virgil.

The third mood was one that happened very rarely. It was as if Virgil needed to do anything other than what he was supposed to do. He cleaned the entire apartment, did laundry, and spent a big part of the day baking. Logan hadn’t quite figured out what this mood meant, but he knew it wasn’t good.

“What kind of pasta?” Virgil asked. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t had anything to drink (which wasn’t true, because Logan had given him some water and tea earlier). 

“Chicken Alfredo,” Logan responded. “I also made a salad, and opened a bottle of white wine.” He figured that wine probably wouldn’t help Virgil’s depressed moods, but his anxious mood could do with some alcohol. “I could put on a film, too. Maybe Tangled?”

“Yeah… that sounds nice. I’ll be right out,” Virgil responded, turning back to his notebook. He finished writing a line and when he got back up, Logan had gone back out into the shared living space. 

The two filled their plates with food and brought the wine bottle and two glasses into the living room. Logan sat down first, setting down his plate and pouring some wine into each glass. Virgil turned the film on, and they watched in silence, save for the crunching of the food in their mouths.

Logan watched as Virgil mouthed along the words to “I See the Light” and couldn’t tear his gaze away. Virgil seemed so earnest, so into it, that Logan couldn’t help but feel a tightening in his chest. He finally looked away, but couldn’t focus on the rest of the film. His mind was wandering, imagining what it would be like to see Virgil give him a genuine smile, like the ones he had seen given to Patton and Janus.

When the film ended, Virgil was the first to get up and clear the dishes. Logan didn’t get up, but he heard Virgil turn on the sink in the kitchen. He turned off the film and stood up slowly, wondering if he should go into the kitchen to talk to his roommate. He heard a crash in the kitchen and quickly ran towards the room.

“Stop! Wait!” Virgil yelled before Logan crossed the threshold. One of the wine glasses had slipped out of Virgil’s hand and there was glass all over the tiled floor. “Don’t come in here. Can you get the broom or vacuum?”

“Are you okay?” Logan asked, not moving from the spot he was frozen in. Virgil just nodded, and Logan sighed before retreating to get the broom and vacuum. He started sweeping before Virgil could say anything, and he did his best to get all of the pieces he could see. 

“I can do it,” Virgil muttered as Logan got closer to the sink. “You don’t have to clean up my mistake.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” was all that Logan said in response. When he finished sweeping, he vacuumed over the space quickly, just to make sure that all of the tiny pieces were off the floor. He then looked at Virgil, who had a look of shame on his face. “Are you sure you’re okay, Virge?”

“Yeah, I… my hand slipped, is all.” He responded. Logan glanced at Virgil’s hand and saw a cut on his thumb. He grabbed the other man’s hand and inspected it closely.

“You’re bleeding,” Logan’s voice was serious. 

“Logan, I’m fine, please–”

“Virgil, let me clean and bandage this,” Logan insisted, pulling the other man towards the bathroom. He made Virgil sit on the edge of the tub and went through the medicine cabinet to get out peroxide and a bandaid.

“I’m really fine, Logan,” Virgil muttered, pouting as Logan dabbed the peroxide on the cut with a cotton ball. He hissed a little, eyes closing. “It stings.”

“That means it’s working,” Logan said, face contorted as he focused on putting the bandaid on in a way that covered the cut well. “There, see? As good as new.”

“...thanks,” Virgil said, eyes down. “I’ll go finish the dishes.” He got up and pushed past Logan, leaving the logical man standing alone in the bathroom, confused.

-

“Hi Patton, hey Roman, come on in!” Logan opened the door, the two friends smiling as they came into the apartment. “Remus and Janus are already in the living room. There’s wine and some appetizers, and dinner should be coming out of the oven fairly soon.”

“Where’s Virgil?” Patton asked, looking around. Logan looked down at his feet, biting his lower lip.

“He baked some brownies earlier, but he’s… feeling down again. I’ll try to get him to come out when dinner’s ready,” Logan explained. Patton frowned.

“I’ll go talk to him,” He said, and before Logan could stop him, the other man was already heading down the hall. Roman startled Logan by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s a bit of an emo nightmare, huh? I mean, you’ve been living together for what, six months? How can you handle that?” Roman chuckled, and Logan frowned.

“He’s not a nightmare, Roman. He’s still figuring some stuff out,” He explained. “He started going to a therapist last month, and things seem to be… better.”

“Dr. Picani, right?” Janus came over to join the conversation. “I’ve heard good things. I’m glad he’s finally going.”

“Yeah. Me, too,” Logan said. “I’m gonna go check on dinner.” He went into the kitchen and opened the oven to check on the lasagna he was making. It was still getting crispy on the top, so he closed the oven and gave it another 20 minutes on the timer. He heard someone come into the kitchen behind him and turned around to see Janus standing there.

“How is he really?” He asked, crossing his arms. “If you can’t handle it, he can always move back in with Remus and me–”

“No,” Logan responded, voice firm. “He’s not a child, Janus. He can make his own decisions and take care of himself without you harping over everything he does.”

“I just meant…” Janus sighed. “I’m sorry. I know he’s not a child, I just… I worry about him. He’s been through so much, and it’s still hard for me to not see him every day, to know whether or not he’s okay. But, for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a good job.”

“It’s not a job to take care of him. I had a spare room, he wanted to move out of your place, so he’s here. That’s all.” Logan leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. Janus narrowed his eyes a little.

“He speaks pretty highly of you, you know. Says you always seem to know what he needs when he’s feeling down, and he said you drive him to his appointments with Dr. Picani.” Janus sat down at the table, watching Logan’s reactions very carefully.

“I originally only was planning on doing so the first time because he was so nervous, but… I don’t mind,” Logan smiled faintly. “I like spending time with him.”

“Riiiiight,” Janus smirked. “That’s it, right? You just like spending time with him, you just think of him as a friend?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at–”

“How much longer until dinner?” Virgil asked, stepping into the kitchen. He had his hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, and Patton was right behind him. “Oh, it feels tense in here, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Janus smiled. “I’m going to go get more wine,” He quickly left the kitchen, making Virgil raise an eyebrow. Logan cleared his throat.

“Another fifteen minutes or so,” He said, eyes down. “You should have a snack or something, or maybe get some water or wine.”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, Lo.” Virgil left the kitchen, Patton following closely behind. 

Logan sighed, wondering what Janus was going to accuse him of. The truth was, Logan was pretty sure that he was falling for Virgil, but he couldn’t put that kind of pressure on the anxious man, not when he had finally started going to therapy and was considering trying antidepressants. Not when the two had become good friends who would eat dinner together every night and watch Disney films. He knew that feelings would ruin their friendship, so he pushed them down, ignoring them. He didn’t even know if he was falling for Virgil, because he had never fallen in love before. He wanted to, he wished he could, but no one ever gave him butterflies or made him blush. Not the way Virgil did, anyways.

And, he was sure that if he ever made a move on Virgil, the protection squad (Janus and Patton) would put an end to things pretty quickly. The two treated him like a child, trying to take care of him, and Logan knew it was out of love and care, but Virgil was an adult, and Logan wanted him to feel like he could make his own decisions. If anything were to ever happen with them, it would have to be on Virgil’s terms, and Logan was confident that Virgil could never have feelings for the logical man.

Logan was quiet as they all ate dinner together. Roman and Remus argued about a long-seeded childhood event, Patton cracked jokes. Virgil also stayed quiet, only answering Janus’ question about therapy, and Logan’s hesitant question about how dinner had turned out.

The group conglomerated in the living room after they had all finished eating, and played Jackbox games until, one by one, the others left, leaving the roommates.

“I’m going to clean up the kitchen,” Logan said, standing up from his place on the rug. 

“Leave it for tomorrow, you seem pretty tired,” Virgil suggested, turning off the television. “It won’t kill you to have a little bit of a mess overnight.”

“I should, though…” Logan hesitated, then he sighed. “Maybe you’re right.” 

“Have a seat,” Virgil offered, patting the spot next to him on the couch. “You should take it easy.” Logan sat down on the couch, letting his eyes close and his head fall back onto the headrest. He took a few deep breaths, but then heard Virgil clear his throat. He opened his eyes and glanced over at the other man. “Is there something going on between you and Janus?”

“What?” Logan asked incredulously, and he shook his head. “No, Virgil. What would make you think that?”

“I just… I don’t know. When Patton and I came into the kitchen, earlier, it seemed… tense…” Virgil murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I just thought… maybe…”

“I’m pretty sure that Remus is trying to get with Janus,” Logan responded, “But, either way, I’m not interested in him.” 

“Is there… someone you are interested in?” Virgil asked. Logan’s heartbeat quickened and he gulped, looking down at his hands. “If it’s Patton, I could help–”

“No. No, it’s not, I’m not…” Logan stammered over his words, and he could feel his face turning red. “I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight, Virgil.” He stood up again, and started walking to his room. He entered the room and started to close the door but a hand stopped it, pushing the door back open. Virgil was standing there, eyes focused on Logan.

“I need to tell you something,” He said, voice low and hesitant. He took a breath. “I… I tried to stop it. I tried to not feel this way because you’re my friend and you’re a big support in my life, but I couldn’t help it. All of the talks, all of the movies we sit and watch, and the care that you show me, I just…” He looked down, taking another deep breath. “I’m… I’m in love with you, Logan.”

“Virgil–”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know how to stop it,” Virgil was crying now, and Logan’s heart ached. “I tried. I tried to force it down, I tried to not think about it, I tried to write all of my feelings out and ask Dr. Picani for help but… I couldn’t, I can’t, I’m so sorry…”

“Virge–”

“I’ll move out. I’ll go back to Janus’, I promise. You won’t have to deal with me anymore. I’m so sorry,” He was shaking hard, tears streaming down his face. Logan pulled him into a tight hug, making him gasp.

“Don’t apologize. And please, please, don’t leave, Virgil,” Logan whispered, holding him tightly. “Because I’m in love with you, too.” Virgil froze in his arms, a gasp escaping his lips.

“W-What?”

“I tried to push it down. I didn’t want to do anything because you’re going through a huge shift in your life and you don’t need the pressure. But being around you, seeing how hard you’re trying… of fucking course I fell in love with you, too,” Logan smiled, pulling back a little bit to see Virgil’s face. It was splotchy and red and there were lots of tears and some snot, but Logan had never thought he was more beautiful.

“I- I…” Virgil stammered over his words, and Logan held his face in his hands. “Logan…” He whimpered, then their lips met in a hasty, needy kiss. Virgil tangled his fingers in Logan’s hair, pulling him as close as possible. 

They finally pulled back after a few minutes of kissing. Virgil pressed his forehead against Logan’s, the biggest smile plastered on his face. Logan was smiling too, a real, genuine smile, one that he probably had never given to anyone.