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lnlightning81 · 6 months

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The Drivers - Part 1

Series Title : Younger Sister (TBC)

Summary: Being Lando Norris' sister made it surprising that it was one of your only visits to the paddock. Ollie made sure to introduce you to all the drivers and show you about.

Pairing/s: Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x Sister!reader , Grid x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

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It wasn’t exactly hard being Lando’s sister, especially when you hardly went to races. Silverstone just never matched up with when you could take holidays from your part time job and the break from school but now you were close to finishing high school and had left your part time job to travel with Lando -with him paying for literally everything because what else should brother’s do?-

The last couple of days of school and you finally decided it was time for you to change your phone wallpaper back to your favourite picture of yourself and Lando. When Lando got moved into F1, you changed your phone wallpaper back to a less obvious picture of yourself and Lando, so you didn’t get people wanting to be your friend just because of Lando.

Now you were at the first race you had been to in a long while -Silverstone- sat in the Mclaren garage just wanting to annoy Lando as a little sister should do but he was interviewing and you didn’t want to be in front of the camera. That’s when you saw Max walk past the garage alone. Max was basically a brother he’d been about since as long as you could remember.

“Max” you called before jumping on his back

“Missing LN, are we?” He asked, and you nodded

“Lan left me in the garage alone” you pouted, and he chuckled

“What are you going to do when you’re the only one with him?” He asked, starting to walk again.

“Where are you going?” You asked him, resting your head on his shoulder

“Going to find your brother to return his property” He joked, and you slapped his arm. Max laughed as he walked to the media pen, stopping next to Lando and dropping you onto the floor

“Your property, I believe” Max tapped your head before walking away

“Lan I’m bored” You whine, and his PR manager laughed

“You didn’t bring anything to keep her entertained?” His PR manager asked

“I thought she’d find some random F2 driver’s girlfriend to talk to, but obviously not” I pouted, shoving him away

“I don’t know if they’re just random people or girlfriends and family” You shrugged, and he nodded

“Fair point, I guess. Come on I’ll introduce you to Ollie he’s over there” You nodded, following behind him as he walked away, gripping onto his wrist

“Y/N no one’s gonna kidnap you” He laughed, and you gripped his wrist tighter

“But it’s so busy, and I don’t know where I’m going” You whine as he comes to a sudden stop, causing you to bump into his back.

“Ollie” the older sibling smiled at the younger boy, who was just happily sipping on his drink

“Oh hey Lando. Y/N” He smiled, looking up

“Hey” You smiled back at him

“You already know Ollie?” Lando questioned, and you nodded

“I’ve not been avoiding Formula racing all together or living under a rock” You shrugged

“And he knows you?” Lando looked between the two of you.

“Ollie follows me on instagram. I became quite the popular girl at school” You giggle thinking back to prom when you were being questioned on how you were now followed by not only Lando but Oliver Bearman. What Lando didn’t need to know is that you two were secretly texting and had plans to go for ice cream after his sprint race while Lando was doing whatever practice.

“Okay well bye. I’ll see you in an hour” Lando walked away, and that’s when it became awkward

“You’ve definitely not been to a race in a while” Ollie chuckled, taking your smaller hand in his larger hand and moving you out of the media pen.

“They’re scary. There’s always so many people here, and I never know who I’m allowed to be talking to” you pouted

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the drivers, some of them anyway” Ollie led you back into the paddock and in between all the different motorhomes starting with Ferrari as he was meant to be in there anyway.

“We’ll start with Ferrari because at least if you get lost, you can’t miss the bright red” He grinned, leading you inside and over to a couple of people talking. Charles and Carlos. You obviously knew who the drivers were. They just didn’t know who you were.

“Done with your interviews?” Charles asked, and Ollie nodded

“Yeah, I finished those. Now I’m showing Y/N about the place” He smiled as both the Ferrari drivers looked at you.

“Girlfriend?” Carlos asked, and Ollie shook his head as you laughed

“Lando’s sister. I don’t know how I ended up with her” Ollie replied, and you looked up at him slightly offended

“Lando’s sister?” Charles repeated, and you nodded

“Lando has another sister?” Carlos asked.

“We didn’t meet while you were teammates. I was still quite busy with school. It’s been my first race for a while. I don’t know many people here” you replied as he nodded slowly

“You look like Lando, to be honest” Charles tilted his head

“It’s the curls” You shrugged as Ollie took your hand again

“Next garage” He cheered, pulling you out. You gave a polite wave to the Ferrari drivers as Ollie pulled you to the Red Bull garage. You knew Max. When you stayed with Lando during holidays or lockdown, he would stream with Max.

“Hey Y/N” Max smiled, wrapping you in a hug

“Finally! A familiar face” You hummed hugging him back

“What happened to me introducing you to everyone?” Ollie asked, and you smiled, turning to look at him as you pulled back from the hug

“Max and Lando are like best friends. Lando has a thing about people called Max” You joked as Max Fewtrell walked up behind you

“What about us Max’s?” He asked, causing you to jump and let out a scream

“Bog off Max” you replied

“Ohh not the Tracy Beaker line” He joked, and you rolled your eyes. Both Lando and Max still had a thing about you swearing, not like you were legally an adult, so you resorted to saying ‘Bog off’

“Are you lost? Do I need to carry you back to Lando”? He asked, and you shook your head

“Ollie is showing me about and introducing me to different people” You smiled, and he nodded, ruffling your hair

“Well P is lost, so I’m gonna go find her. Be safe” Max walked off as Checo joined

“Ah Checo this is Lando’s youngest sister Y/N” The Dutch man introduced you, and you smiled at Checo

“Nice to meet you” you hummed, looking at Ollie for help. Checo and Lando weren’t exactly the best of friends.

Ollie continued to introduce you to different drivers until it was time for him to return you to Lando - that was Lando’s words - so now you were following Ollie back to the Mclaren garage. He stopped outside, and you smiled at him

“Thank you for showing me about” You thanked him, and he nodded

“Are we still up for ice cream tomorrow?” He asked, and you nodded

“We are. But you’re coming to me. I still don’t know where I’m going” you replied

“Then I’ll meet you outside here?” You smiled with a nod as Lando walked out the garage

“Home time” He cheered, and you laughed, waving bye to Ollie as Lando walked you out of the paddock as he talked to Oscar.

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backtothefanfiction · 7 months

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The Pool 🔞

Summary: Ollie is still making you feel uncomfortable, but Felix knows how to fix things.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Ollie being creepy, Felix being foxy and a little bit of naughtiness in the pool.

A/N: Just a quick one before I go to bed. The first NSFW/18+ Summers at Saltburn piece. I’ve been busy lately so haven’t had time to write much for this series but count this as me giving you guys a well deserved meal and dessert for waiting. Enjoy.

“Fix have you seen my-“ you stopped short. You thought it had been Felix you saw moving about in his room through the gap in the door, but you were surprised to find Ollie. “Oh, I thought you were Felix.” You hesitated, your brow furrowing as you looked at the young lad stood awkwardly in the middle of your boyfriend’s bedroom. “What-“

“Felix is already down by the pool.” Ollie said cutting you off before you could ask what he was doing there. “I just wanted to grab a book to take down with me.” Oliver began to explain. “He uh, said that I could read that new Harry Potter book everyone’s been passing around once he was done with it. I thought he’d finished it, so I was just looking for it so I could take it down to the pool with me and… you know, read it this afternoon.” He shrugged as he rambled out his explanation to you.

“Oookaaayyy.” You said hesitantly, dragging out the word as your body seemed to tilt itself away from him, as if his awkward creepiness had its own physical form that pushed you away from him.

You knew exactly what book it was he was talking about. Had sat up last night waiting for Felix to finish it so you could have some fun before going to sleep. “Here.” You said walking across the room and picking it off the top of the desk in Felix’s room, where it had been in open view the whole time.

“Ahh thanks.” Ollie said, taking it from you with a tight lipped smile and a head bob of thanks.

“No problem.” You said, but you didn’t return the smile as he awkwardly passed you and left.

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“Hey. Is everything alright?” Felix asked when you made it down to the pool, walking around the edge of it where Farleigh and Venetia were splashing around in the water chatting.

“Yeah.” You sighed as you sat yourself in Felix’s lap on one of the chairs around the pool.

“You don’t sound convinced?” He said as his hand brushed gently against your bare thigh. It was both a statement and a question, pressing you to unload the thoughts clearly on your mind.

“Yeah, it’s just-“ you started, but your voice trailed off as Oliver came to join the group, sitting himself in a chair next to Felix and yourself. He silently held up the Harry Potter book in his hand, a silent nod of acknowledgment to the two of you, before he opened up the book in his lap and began reading.

Felix didn’t need you to openly say what you were thinking out loud. He’d seen the way your eyes had followed Ollie around the pool. Felt how your body had bristled before leaning closer into his warmth for protection. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.” He said. “I bet I could take your mind off him in no time.” He whispered into your ear as his hand began to glide its way further up your thigh and in towards your heat, his touch making your skin shiver, your core aching for him. You couldn’t help but pull your lips tight with a smirk.

He gave your thigh a light tap and you stood up so that Felix could stand too, pulling off his T-shirt over his head. He then stood at the edge of the pool and silently watched you as you stripped off your denim shorts and took off the open button up shirt you had slipped on as a cover up to come outside. Once stripped to your bikini you flashed him a look. He was looking you up and down intently. No matter how many times he’d seen you naked, there was always something about see in your body in a bikini that turned him on like a naughty school boy. He gave you a wry smirk and you just had enough time to look down at the problem growing in his shorts before he stepped off the edge of the pool and dropped into the water to hide his arousal from other prying eyes around the pool.

You slowly stepped up to the edge yourself. You could feel Ollie’s eyes looking over the top of the book at your body, but you willed yourself to ignore him. You instead looked down to Felix at your feet. “Come on, get in.” He encouraged you, tapping at the stones either side of your feet. When you continued to hesitate, he began to grab at your ankles, trying to pull you in.

“Ahhh, Fix.” You squealed as your feet began to hop about on the stones to avoid his hands.

In the end, you bit the bullet, doing a quick little run to the side away from Felix as he pushed himself up further onto the top of the pool edge to reach out for your legs. The water was shockingly cold against your skin as your head dipped below the water line but quickly acclimatised to the difference.

When you surfaced, you made your way back towards Felix, wrapping your arms and legs around his body like a koala. You could still feel his erection, pressed hard and flat now to his stomach where he had adjusted his shorts under the water. He looked over to where Farleigh and Venetia were talking at the other end of the pool, then back to you with a devilish smirk, his eyebrows raising suggestively.

You nibbled at your lip as you looked towards your pool companions who seemed to be giving the two of you some distance and paying you no mind; their conversation clearly to enthralling to break from just yet. You looked back to Felix with a twinkle in your eye. It wasn’t the first time you and Felix had partaken in this particular activity whilst you were in the pool together, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last; but you could still feel Ollie’s energy, his envious gaze fixated on you and Felix. You couldn’t help but find your head turning towards him.

“Just forget him.” Felix said, nuzzling himself into your neck, his lips grazing your ear as his hands on your hips began to push your core against his hard cock. “Please.” He cooed, his fingers already beginning to toy with one of the ties to your bikini bottoms.

You willed yourself to look away from Ollie and focus on your boyfriend again. You smashed your lips against his in a bruising kiss and you felt him smile against your mouth. He turned you both so your back was against the wall of the pool so you remained in place as his fingers pulled at the tie on your right hip, your bottoms floating to the side, only being held in place by one leg. He then shucked down the front of his shorts to fully expose his cock. He gave your folds a quick swipe, your slick mixing with the pool water before he dipped his fingers in and out of your aching cunt. It was only a couple of swipes- just enough to make sure you were ready for him. But you had been ready for him for most of the summer.

You took a quick glance over Felix’s shoulder to make sure Farleigh and Venetia were still occupied, whilst Felix looked over your own shoulder up at Ollie still sat, seemingly reading. “Look at me.” Felix urged you when he felt confident Ollie wasn’t paying any attention to the two of you.

You braced your arms tighter around his neck as he shifted you to sit on top of his cock. Your breathing hitched slightly and you fought back the moan that wanted to radiate from you at the feel of his length filling you up. “That’s my girl.” Felix cooed before he nipped at your lips with his own.

You never fucked in the pool. You once fucked in the pool house. But never in the pool. But you often did this- kept his cock warm whilst Felix walked you round the pool. To anyone else it would look like you were just having a cuddle and a chat as you slowly made your way around the pool- but you both knew what was really going on under the water. It was secretive and teasing and gave you both a thrill. Every now and again one of you would shift slightly and you’d have to hide the moan of pleasure that wanted to burst free. But you both lived for the edge- tormenting one another. Seeing who could hold out the longest.

And although you felt Ollie’s eyes on the two of you every now and again. Knew he was watching the two of you closely. Suspected he knew what was happening below the water and wishing it was him involved. You had to admit, Felix was right- this was probably the best way he could try and make you forget about the friend he had brought home and how he creeped you out.

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lot-of-nothing · 6 months

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Entwined (Ch. 5)

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

A first date???

Warnings: Sexual innuendos and working through internalized homophobia

Author’s Note: No beta but this chapter took me wayyyy too long. This week was crazy with getting a new apartment states away and defending my thesis 😵‍💫

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Jacob nervously slipped into the kitchen as Melissa waited expectantly for a ziti you requested to finish baking. He attempted to keep space between himself and the Italian - for his own safety of course. The space between the two roommates had grown after he confronted Melissa a few nights ago about seeing her kiss you. Tonight he was looking to mend the bond between them.

He leaned on the kitchen island, hands clasped and eyes studying the countertop, “I wanted to, uh... apologize for what happened a few nights ago. I shouldn’t have been so abrasive.”

The redhead only offered him a momentary glance which was harsh and skeptical. It was clear she wasn’t interested in having any conversation about the events Jacob witnessed. While Melissa continued giving Jacob the cold shoulder, he wanted to make it clear he was there to support her, “If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you.” “There isn’t anything to talk about.” Melissa quickly responded in a monotone with her back to Jacob so she could go about her business of pulling the ziti from the oven. She placed the baking dish on the top of the stove, and took a deep breath as she pulled the oven mitts from her hands and tossed them onto the counter. Spinning to face her roommate, she cocked her head and forced herself to make peace with the young man, “Thank you, Jacob.”

“I found a new puzzle for tonight... if you would like.” The young man gestured towards the dining room where he left the puzzle, earning a smile from the redhead.

With a flick of her hand, Melissa turned off the oven and folded her arms over her chest, “I would like.”

When Melissa picked up your phone call and wedged her phone between her ear and shoulder, she had no idea you were sitting outside her house. Before she could get a word in edgewise, you spoke - trying your best to sound smooth and collected so she couldn’t tell you were fearful of her rejection, “Let’s go, Schemmenti.”

“What?” She leaned back in her chair, rolling her eyes to hide her enthusiasm from Jacob who sat across the table with his head cocked, staring at her in curiosity. They were about half way through their 3D puzzle of the statue of liberty when you interrupted.

After opening your car door, you step out and lean against the car door frame, smirking as you catch a glimpse of her red hair through the front window. You doubled down on your mission of taking Melissa out, giving her an order rather than asking, “Come on out here. I’m taking you on a date.”

“What makes you think I’d go on a date with the likes of you?” Melissa tittered as she tried to hide how she enjoyed flirting with you from her companion.

You reply sarcastically, feeling a sense of excitement wash over you when you make her laugh, “My good looks and sense of humor. Or perhaps my love of long walks on the beach.”

Melissa finally lifted herself from her seat so she could make her way to the front window where she pulled aside the sheer blinds to catch a glimpse of you. Your cheeky smile melted Melissa’s icy exterior as did the way you leaned your cheek on your forearm as you gazed at her. She had one hand on her hip as she stared you down, “Where are ya’ takin’ me?”

“I’m still trying to decide between the Olive Garden or some chain sports bar where we can watch the Cowboys play.” You joke, grinning wildly as you watch her lip curl.

She turned her back to you, looking around the room for her purse and shoes, “Are you tryin’ to get me to say no?”

“Just testing to see how much you like me.” You quip as you watch her curiously. More than anything you hope your joking wouldn’t turn her off from the date you had planned.

“What’s the dress code?” The redhead asked, glancing down at her comfortable outfit of old jeans and an Eagles shirt. She had been ready to slip on her shoes so she could meet you, but she began to second guess herself.

“Something easy to take off.” Your quick wit made the redhead stifle a laugh as she clumsily began gathering all of her belongings. Her pacing made her seem a little too eager to Jacob, causing him to arch his brow in amusement. You could see her grabbing her leather jacket and purse which caused you to remember the ziti you asked her to make just for this occasion, “Oh, and did you make that ziti?”

“Well, yeah.” She scoffed, almost offended you would question her willingness to cook for you.

“Bring that too.”

— Melissa folded her arms over her chest and watched out the window as she skeptically wondered where you could be taking her so late in the evening. When you turned into the stadium parking lot of the Lincoln Financial Field, she glanced over at you with a look of pure disbelief. She didn’t believe you could get her into the Eagles home stadium for a single moment, “And how do you think you are gettin’ in here?”

“I know a guy.” You shrug as your eyes sweep the parking lot for the entry point your cousin told you to find.

Melissa was all heart eyes in the passenger seat, watching you with complete amazement. Her chest swelled with pride when you ended up handing over her ziti to your cousin whilst telling them she is the best cook in her family. And the cherry on top was how you gave a subtle threat to your cousin to make sure they would return Melissa’s baking dish to you. In a period of five minutes, you tapped into three of her love languages: having connections, bribery through food, and not-so-subtle threats.

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Melissa was like a kid in a candy store as you gave her free reign of exploring the sports complex. As a night security guard, your cousin had agreed to give you access to everything as long as you set him up on a date with some girl you knew from high school and Melissa’s cooking was just the icing on the cake.

The redhead was in her happy place when she settled on the Eagles sideline bench and grinned up at you, “You didn’t have to go to such great lengths to get me to sleep with ya’.”

“Who said I was trying to sleep with you?” You cock your head as you stare down at Melissa, your heart jumping into your throat as you consider sharing your true intentions for her. While every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stay quiet, you remembered you were conducting your relationship with Melissa on your own terms rather than giving her all of the power.

You popped yourself down on the bench next to Melissa, stretching your legs out in front of you as you stated your intentions with confidence, “I’m gonna get you to fall head over heels for me.”

“Oh, is that so?” Mel perked up in faux excitement as she loved to challenge anyone when they were filled with a noticeably high level of confidence. Her heart stalled in her chest at the notion of you trying to get her to fall for you - in a way it felt like too much too soon and a long time coming all at once.

You nod, staring out across the field with your chin held high, “Indeed it is.”

Melissa allowed a few moments to pass between you before she spoke again. While the prospect of a new relationship was frightening for her, she was determined to give a romance with you a fighting chance. She leaned into you when she spoke, giving your arm a loving pinch, “This is a good start, but if your guy can get us into the locker rooms, things will go a lot quicker.”

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You shifted the car into park outside Melissa’s house and a silence fell between you. The date had gone well, but now there seemed to be a new energy between you that had yet to be felt by either of you before. It was almost as if there was a palpable mutual yearning that expanded far beyond sexual desire.

This feeling terrified Melissa.

“Everything is going to change.” When she spoke, you felt the need to do a double take to see if Melissa had been replaced with a 16 year old version of herself. Her tone was the same as when she told her father she wanted to be a teacher rather than the next Effa Manley - fearful of disappointing loved ones.

You shifted in your seat to more readily face the redhead. Cocking your head, you tried to give her an encouraging response, “Why does everything have to change?”

“Didn’t everything change for you?” She asked as she chewed her lip, one hand lifting to her miraculous medal to rub the image of the Virgin Mary with the pad of her thumb.

While it wasn’t easy coming out when you were teenagers, you remembered the support you received from your family and Melissa. At the time it was all you felt you needed, but of course, after telling Melissa about your attraction to the fairer sex, you did gain a sexual partner - the thought of which made you grin, “Mostly life was better. It helped having good friends.”

Melissa hummed to acknowledge your response before falling deep into thought. She wouldn’t even know where to start. Jacob would be easy, but Barbra? She felt sick at the thought of even discussing the matter with her.

You broke up her swirls of anxiety with your own question, “Why did you say yes to this date?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Melissa retorted as she was briefly filled with relief of a lightened mood before realizing you were completely serious. Her face fell once more as you left her in a heavy silence to respond to your question. Her reasoning stemmed from your spat that occurred months ago, “When you told me you remembered that night before the wedding… I forgot how you asked me to give you a chance and I never did.”

“I said a lot more than that.”

“So did I.”

When you opened your door to a red eyed Melissa, you were literally taken aback by the redhead pushing her way into your arms. It was the night before she was set to marry Joe - some loser firefighter she had met while tailgating at a Eagles game. You hated him since Mel told you he wanted to take her to a strip club on the first date.

While you would never tell her ‘I told you so’, you knew he wasn’t the right person for her. You kept your mouth shut, hugging her to your chest and guiding her further into your little apartment so you could close the door.

She told you through teary eyes and angry hiccups that the rehearsal dinner had gone terribly and that Joe was a complete pig. You didn’t offer an opinion, opting to let the redhead rage as you settled on the couch together. She would wave her hands over her head and curse in Italian while you nodded along, only deciding to pull her to your chest once more when hot, angry tears began rolling down her cheeks.

Rubbing Melissa’s back was an easy way to settle her anger, but her tears continued to fall regardless of how many times she wiped them away with her sleeves. You held her face to your chest and spoke softly, hoping she wouldn’t turn her anger onto you, “Maybe you shouldn’t be marrying him if all of this is happening and you aren’t even married yet.”

“My parents have already paid for the wedding. I can’t back out now.” Melissa nuzzled her cheek against your chest. She was in absolute despair yet she wasn’t willing to actively do anything to solve her issue.

“But if you do, then… maybe we could be together.” It was unavoidable for you to sound like you were begging. You wanted this so badly. You wanted her so badly. In the brief moment where she didn’t respond, you couldn’t stop yourself from trying a little harder, “Come on. Give us a chance, pretty girl.”

Melissa only peered up at you, and her furrowed brows and sad eyes broke your heart. “I want to… I just-”

You held a hand to her cheek, brushing her hair from her face. You were desperate for Melissa to come to her senses. Couldn’t she see that you were meant to be together? Your voice was barely above a whisper as you moved to press your lips to her forehead, “I love you, Melissa. Please.”

The redhead eyes lit up at your words - like you had ignited something within her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Melissa shifted to sneak closer so she could press her lips to yours. She kissed you over and over - each kiss was filled with so much desperation it left both of you breathless.

She pulled away only for a moment, her forehead resting against yours, “I love you.”

From there you fed off one another’s passion and energy like frenzied sharks. You ended up making love on your living room floor, clinging to one another as if you would be separated forever if any distance formed between you. Only if you would have known that distance was fated to form regardless.

Melissa’s face was unreadable. You couldn’t tell if she was reliving that night with regret or fondness - perhaps it was a combination of both. You watched thoughts run through her mind and her green hues were pleading when she spoke, “Have your feelings changed?”

“Never.”

Melissa both feared and adored your response.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes longer, spiraling at the omissions of love and not wanting your time together to end so soon. It was finally Melissa who made the move to leave, followed by your immediate reaction to open your door as well. You felt the thrum of excitement as you circled the car and walked the redhead to her door.

She stopped when she had a hand on the door handle and glanced back at you, noticing you were at the bottom step with no intention to go any further. Her brows furrowed in confusion, “Aren’t you coming inside?”

“No. I’m just walking you to your door.” You shrug, craning your neck back to watch her with a cocky smile.

“Chivalrous.” Melissa’s dry humor emerged as she abandoned the door handle to stand a step above you - her hands sliding up to your shoulders while she stared down at you. After years of being entwined with one another, you wouldn’t have thought her next words would make you so nervous, “Do I get a kiss at least?”

Wrapping your arm around her waist, you pull her into you, relishing in the feeling of her body weight pressing against you. The feeling of her green eyes staring intently down at you was overwhelming, especially as her focus on you was unwavering. Glancing back and forth, you whispered with a shyness that made you want to swallow your words, “Aren’t you worried about the neighbors getting the wrong idea?”

“Hadn’t crossed my mind.” She whispered in return - a white lie meant to soothe any concerns you may have about her intentions. Melissa had no interest in her neighbors knowing more than they needed to about her personal life, but she chose to wrap her arms around your neck and press her lips to yours regardless.

You could have sworn you felt Melissa Schemmenti moan as she leaned into you more to deepen your kiss. This wasn’t any moan, however. This high pitch, quiet moan was a ‘please dear god keep kissing me’ moan. It made your heart race and your stomach twist into knots - so much so that you pulled away.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You lingered close as you whispered your farewell, ghosting her lips with your own before you gingerly took a step back.

Melissa swayed where she stood, her flushed cheeks hidden by the dim lighting of the streetlights. She folded her arms over her chest, shrugging as she hopelessly attempted to find a way to bid you goodbye that wouldn’t rob her of her ‘tough guy’ style. The redhead suppressed a smile and watched you through heavy lidded eyes - she was smitten and hated every bit of it. “Yeah yeah yeah. Get off my lawn before I have to turn a hose on ya’.”

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Melissa settled onto the couch next to Jacob and was stewing with mixed emotions she didn’t know how to process. For years she hadn’t given you the chance of letting you in emotionally, and the very second she let her walls down, she was tripping over herself to get your attention. She found you to be a perfect balance of everything she wanted in a potential partner, successfully making her feel remorse for how much of your time she had wasted by not pursuing this sooner. Mel was fearful of how you would move forward together, but god she wanted it terribly.

Jacob interrupted her thoughts with his own - knowing full well he was treading on grounds that could quickly earn him a place on Melissa’s ‘Perpetually Ignore’ list. He was shockingly plain and confident with his words, “I know you are going through something right now, but don’t... hurt your friend in the process.”

Melissa sat in his words, truly taking them to heart. She wanted to do better by you and she knew where she needed to start, but she was fearful of taking that leap. The redhead stared down into her lap as she began picking at her nails, “We aren’t really friends...”

Tears formed in Melissa’s eyes, but she wasn’t about to let Jacob see how scared she was to admit those words aloud. She hadn’t even truly come out to Jacob and she was feeling entirely overwhelmed at the prospect. Jacob wasn’t phased, rather he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. He rubbed her arm gently as he spoke, “I know, Melissa... I know.”

Link to Chapter 6

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melkintoyou · 1 year

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studio sessions.

pairing: mark lee x gf!reader genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship word count: 1.5k notes: wanted to do a lil something for mark's birthday, enjoy <333333

808’s blared through the speakers, sending vibrations throughout the floor. Music could be felt in your chest and you couldn’t help but smile. Seeing your boyfriend in the booth, in his essence, made your heart swell with pride.

It was always fascinating to see the man that clings to you most nights, his face in your neck. The way he groans when you shift, unintentionally adding space between you two. The way he pulls you back and whines your name or “baby,” his favourite way to address you. The same man who can’t fall asleep without his hand inside your t-shirt, holding you close. Needing you to feel safe.

Seeing him work in his element, so assertive and sure of himself. A perfectionist, honing on his vision until it comes to fruition, left you in complete awe of him. Your eyes traveled from his hat that covered most of his face, to his little nose and lips pursed in concentration as he listened back to what was recorded.

“Ah lemme do that ONE more time” Mark announced into the mic, evidently getting restless from having to keep doing retakes. He once again closed his eyes and delivered the line.

“Woooo!”

“Ok, nice let’s keep that one” He listened back to the song, bobbing his head with a satisfied smile. Mark was so focused on recording that he didn’t even notice when you came into the studio. You said hello to his team and a couple of his friends, before making yourself comfortable on the sofa. Taking your slides off, you got comfortable and sat crossed legged as you watched Mark. Digging into your bag, you rustled around to grab a bag of candy which made Haechan’s ears instantly perk up. He ran towards you and got on his knees with his hands open as if mimicking Oliver Twist. “Please, my queen.” He said in a cutesy voice, making everyone laugh and you rolled your eyes. You gave him a fist fill of sweets as he thanked you.

Mark stepped out of the booth and his eyes widened when met with yours from across the room. His face instantly relaxed into a smile. “Bab-What’s going on here?” He walked towards you, giggling and pushed Haechan onto the floor. Making him fake cry for attention. “Yo cry somewhere else.. Lemme say hi to my girl.” He joked before turning to you. “Hi baby” Jumping into his arms, you melted into his touch and you both swayed side to side. Mark planted kisses across your face, before mumbling "I missed you" into your lips. “Alright y’all I’m taking five.” Mark took a seat and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His busy schedule allowed times like this to come about less often than you'd like, so you both cherished every second together. He whined about how tired he was but holding you like this was just the recharge he needed. As he planted another kiss to your jaw, Chenle commented on how soft Mark gets around you and his everyone teased him. This made his face flush with a tint of pink and he buried his face further into your neck. He mumbled “leave me alone, I’m a tough guy.” Chuckling at his actions, you dipped into your bag once again to pull out a handful of candies and presented it to Mark. “Here, I got you some sugar for energy.” You kissed his cheek.

Mark’s face lit up as he shoved them all into his mouth hungrily, he was such a guy. Giving you one last kiss, he grabbed your waist to prop you up so he could stand up.

“Ok, lemme go finish this verse.” He went back into the booth and continued recording for a while. It was nice. Hanging out with everyone like this. You thought to yourself. 20 minutes later, Mark came back out with his mouth open, asking for you to feed him. So you did as you were asked. A sweet and a kiss, for every break he took. This went on for a while until everyone decided to go get some food, leaving you and Mark alone. He stepped out of the booth once again, grabbing the packet from you and plopping himself next to you on the sofa. “Hey! That’s mine!” You protested with a smack on his arm. “Yeah?” He moved closer to you, so his face was inches away from yours and his lips curled into a cheeky grin. “Watch me.” He teased you as you tried to grab the packet back but he was too quick for you. Every time you felt as though you’re about to take a hold of it, he’d move his lanky arms out of your reach. Making you whine and sulk, which was what he wanted. Mark loved teasing and getting a reaction out of you.

“You’re so pretty when you whine like this baby.. Here, you can have one.” He said, popping a sweet in between his pursed lips.

Leaning in slowly, you placed your hand on his thigh for support. Your heart was beating in your ears. Even though you have shared countless kisses with Mark by now, it never failed to spin your world like it was the first time. Your lips hovered over his and you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grab your wrist. You both leaned in painfully close and you connected your lips by taking a bite out of the sweet. Breaking out in giggles, you pulled away and fell back onto the sofa, swallowing it.

“Come back here.” Mark grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours as he pulled you back onto his lap. This time, the kiss felt more heated as his tongue hungrily entered your mouth. He snuck his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. His hands ran up and down your back, deepening the kiss. Chests rising dramatically up and down, his chin rested on your plush breast as he left soft, wet kisses down your jaw. The world began disappearing when you felt him twitch under you, making you moan. He brought his lips back up to yours to swallow your pretty sounds as his hands travelled down and into your sweats. He grabbed a handful of your ass inside your clothes as his fingers grazed your core. Mark winced at the contact. “Fuck baby, so wet for me.” He began circling your entrance, spreading your wet. As his finger began sliding inside you, you heard the boys making their way back and you grabbed Mark’s shoulder in sheer panic.

"Mark!" You yelped. He retrieved his hand back and fell into your chest with a groan. The door unlocked and everyone barged into the studio, changing the atmosphere completely. “Urm.. are we interrupting something?” Haechan asked, eyeing you both and you couldn’t help but blush. Struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Uhh.. no.. we.. we were just..-

“We were just sharing sweets, weren’t we baby?” Mark said with a smirk before he brought his finger into his mouth to taste you.

“So sweet.”

#mark lee #mark lee fic #mark lee fanfic #mark lee onshot #mark lee nct #nct dream fic #mark lee x reader #mark x reader #nct 127 fic

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 18 days

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The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch13

This chapter is going to have themes in it that if they make you uncomfortable please do not read. WARNINGS: Mentions of Human Trafficking, Abuse, Attempted Murder, Mentions of R@pe, Mentions of Appearing in Court and Fluff

The next couple of days go by well and Jake ends up having to go back to top gun for routine training. While he is gone you do little things around the apartment to keep yourself busy. Penny has already messaged you to let you know you still have a job and to come back when you’re ready. After training Jake comes straight home to make sure you’re still okay. It makes you laugh when he throws a tantrum about finding you standing on a step stool to clean the ceiling fan.

He doesn’t think it’s funny as he rants about your health, but it only makes you laugh harder which in turn makes your wound hurt. “Babe it’s alright”, you say. “It’s not okay. What if you had fallen and I wasn’t here to help you”, he continues. “It’s alright I had my cell phone on me”, you reply. He is about to continue on his rant when there is a knock on the door. When Jake answers the door there are two men standing there. They announce that they are detectives there to take your statement about all that happened.

You tensed and Jake could tell you were very uncomfortable. When you sat on the couch he sat down with you holding your hand. You looked at him and he squeezed your hand to reassure he was there for you. “Miss (Y/L/N) I’m Detective Allen and this is Detective McClellan, we would like for you to explain everything that has ever happened between you and Mr. (Ex’s L/N)”, Detective Allen said. “Everything?”, you ask. “Everything that could be used against him in court. I’m sure you understand that he is being charged in Texas, but we saw where he had two restraining orders that you filed, one from South Carolina and another from here in California”, the detective informed.

“Well um. He first hit me when I was still living with him in South Carolina. He had proposed to me, but I felt it was too soon and when I raised my voice he hit me”, you explained. “When you say he hit you, was it an open hand? A fist?”, the detective questioned. “He punched me in the face hard enough he gave me a bruise on the side of my face”, you replied. “So this picture is from where you went to the police station in South Carolina. This is the same day that you filed a restraining order, correct?”, the detective asked.

“Yes I was told by a friend that I needed to report it, but I filed for a restraining order that day. When he found out I had filed a restraining order I told him I was going to leave him. That night he put a pillow over my face and tried to suffocate me”, you rush. Jake squeezes your hand again to help ground you when he notices your breathing pick up. “Did you report this to police?”, Detective McClellan asked. “No he told me if I went to the police he would hurt my brother and his family”, you replied.

The detective took all these statements down as you waited for him to finish. “Alright anything else that happened while in South Carolina?”, McClellan asks. “Yeah the main reason I left was what had happened. I had kicked him out of my apartment and he was furious with me. I had made a call to my friend Bradley that lives next door here and he offered for me to come out here to get away from him. I was out with friends and he showed up trying to convince me to come home with him, but I kept refusing and he offered me a drink”, you croaked.

You couldn’t look at Jake when tears started falling down your face. “I only accepted the drink because he said it was him offering an olive branch and that he respected my decision”, you replied. “I started feeling sick to my stomach and was very wobbly. I only had the drink he had given me that night and he told my friends I needed to go home. They agreed and he helped me to his car where he shoved me into the trunk of his car. Next thing I remember was waking up in his house”, you shivered.

Jake hadn’t moved as he listened to what you were explaining. “So what happened next?”, Detective Allen questioned. “He was sitting there waiting for me to wake up and wanted me to sleep with him. I told him no, but he threatened that if I didn’t sleep with him that he could make me disappear and never be found”, you replied. “Did he elaborate what he meant when he said that to you?”, Detective McClellan asked. “I figured that he meant he would kill me and dump my body somewhere”, you reply.

“Continue Miss (Y/L/N)”, both detectives said. “I slept with him out of fear he would kill me. While he was asleep I fled his house. I was able to get a ride back to my apartment and grabbed all the stuff I could get in my duffle bag. I left a notice with my landlord with the cash to break the lease and took off. I called Bradley and he told me I could come straight here. I still received threatening text messages from him while staying here that he was going to hurt my brother's family. I went straight to the police,and made a report, which contacted the police in my brother's town to make rounds to keep an eye on them”, you explained.

“When he found out about the police watching my brother's family he sent more threatening messages. I guess he got my brother to tell him where I was at because he sent a message saying he knew where I was and was going to bring me home. He came to our apartment here while my boyfriend was on deployment and forced himself on me to kiss me. Me and my boyfriend took a break and I went to Texas to stay with his sister. That’s when Jackson got onto the ranch and tried to take me against my own will and I was shot”, you say.

“I know it may be bad memories, but can you explain what happened when you were shot”, Detective McClellan said. “Yes we were out branding and castrating calves for a week and I walked my horse to the creek to cool off. That’s when Jackson showed up and made me come with him at gunpoint. Bull, one of the ranch hands, found out something had happened and came to rescue me. He tackled Jackson from his horse and they got in a tussle. He pistol whipped Bull and pointed his gun to shoot him when I jumped in causing Jackson to miss”, you recalled.

Jake pulled you into his side as you were shaking. “Then what happened Miss (Y/L/N)?”, Detective Allen asked. “We both went down and I was trying to get the gun away from him when he fired it. It hit me in the abdomen and he pushed me off and ran for it. I don’t know what happened after that other than Bull helping me, my boyfriend arriving and being rushed to the hospital. I passed out in the ambulance and woke up in the hospital”, you finished.

“Well more than likely you will have to testify in court so watch for the summons. We also think you should know that Mr. (Ex’s last name) was in a sex trafficking ring. I know this is a lot to hear, but he confessed that if you didn’t come with him he was going to sell you instead of murdering you”, Detective Allen informed. You felt sick to your stomach as Jake thanked them and showed them to the door. You stood up on shaky legs as you started to dry heave before you collapsed down onto all fours. “Shit darlin’ you alright?”, Jake asked.

You were in a cold sweat as the reality your ex had probably trafficked people while you both were dating. It explained how he didn’t have a great job but had money. “He was going to…”, you couldn’t finish as sobs wracked your body. Jake didn’t say anything as you wretched again. He grabbed a small garbage can just in time as you emptied your stomach. He rubbed your back until you finished and leaned against the couch. Jake pulled you into him as you sobbed harder even as your wound protested the movement.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up darlin’ “, Jake soothed. You didn’t feel anything as Jake led you into the bathroom to help get you cleaned up. He helped you undress, cleaned you up and helped you dress into some fresh clothes. “I want to go to the Hard Deck”, you whispered. Jake got ready and shot a text to Rooster that he needed to talk to him at the Hard Deck. Jake helped you into the truck and buckled you in and drove you both to the Hard Deck. You seemed far away as you stared out the windshield.

Jake was very worried about you as you both pulled into the parking lot. He helped you out of the truck and when you both walked in Rooster was already walking towards you all. He could tell you were out of it, and looked to Jake who motioned to the pool table. The rest of the dagger squad were sitting there and they all greeted you. You had replied but Jake could tell you were just going through the motions. “What the hell happened? I got your text”, Bradley said. “Detectives showed up today and asked her about all the things that had happened even before she got here to stay with you”, Jake explained.

“Apparently her ex was part of a sex trafficking ring and he confessed that if she wasn’t going to come back home with him he was going to sell her as if she wasn’t a person”, Jake seethed. Bradley’s back straightened as he looked at you and hot anger flashed through him at the thought of your ex being that much of a disgusting piece of trash. “If he wasn’t in prison I’d kill him”, Jake said.

“We don’t usually agree, but I agree with you on that”, Bradley replied. “The detectives said that she would probably have to testify and to watch the mail for a summons. She has been in this state since then”, Jake told him. “I’ve only seen her like this one other time”, Bradley states. “When?”, Jake asks. “When her mom died”, Bradley sighs. “She never told me about her mom”, Jake states. “She rarely tells anybody”, Bradley says.

It was like you were underwater and just going through the motions as the squad made jokes. You didn’t know what to do with yourself as you realized what your ex had gotten into. If he had succeeded you may have never seen Jake, Bradley or your friends again. You excused yourself to the bathroom and missed the signal Bradley gave Nat. Nat followed you into the bathroom as you splashed some water on your face and onto your neck. “(Y/N) are you alright?”, Nat asked. “I thought I would be but I don’t know what to think right now”, you reply.

“We’re all worried about you”, she says. “Can we get a drink”, you asked. “Yeah we can do that”, Nat replies. You both head to the counter and order drinks as you get your normal Jack n Coke. Three drinks later and you're feeling better as Jake watches you carefully. At one the guys are buying rounds as you decline saying you have had enough already. You cozy up next to Jake as the others seem to be having a great time.

“I want you to know I’m going to be okay”, you tell him. “If you ever want to talk I’m here. Remember communication is key”, he says. “I know can we go somewhere a little quieter?”, you asked. “I know the perfect spot, come on”, he tells you. He leads you to the back deck and takes his shoes off then bends down to take yours off. “I think we can leave them here. I don’t think anyone will steal our shoes”, he says. You both walk to the water rolling up pant legs to keep them from getting wet.

The moon is beautiful on the waves as you both continue to walk in the lapping waves. “When I was down there in Texas I missed you even when I wanted to hate you”, you admit. “I hated myself when I found out the truth and I should have listened to you”, he replies. “We’re both idiots”, you laugh. “No, I was definitely the idiot”, he says. “Well you’re my idiot and I love you. Mistakes are what make us human”, you tell him.

He stops abruptly pulling you into him kissing you. Everything that had happened seems to melt away in that moment. You can’t blame it on the alcohol because you only had two drinks. Jake pulled away taking in your face in the moonlight. You can barely hear the music playing through the open deck doors. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”, he asks. “Even with my scars”, you reply. He watches as your eyes go down to where you were shot. “Darlin’ I love you and any scars you have or could ever get in the future. Looks aren’t the reason I love you”, he says.

This time you pull him down to you to kiss him. He goes willingly until he hears wolf whistles from the rest of the Dagger Squad. He looks up as Coyote calls him a sap, and in true Jake fashion he goes back in for another kiss. This time he spices it up a little, but you can’t help but break the kiss laughing at the guys on the deck. “Come on, let's go back inside casanova”, you say. Jake looks put out as he pouts a little, but follows when you pull on his hand.

When you get back to the deck the guys are making little jokes, but they quickly quiet down when you glare at them. “I may have been shot, but it doesn’t mean I can’t take you all on”, you huff. The guys scatter back inside as you place a hand on your hip. “My hero”, Jake laughs. You laugh even though your stomach starts to hurt. “Come on lover boy”, you say. He follows you back inside after you both put your shoes back on.

Bradley is talking with the girl he had been sleeping with, but it seems more than that now. “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you Bradley’s dating her now”, Jake informs. It makes you happy that he finally asked her out. “I had to listen to them while you were gone”, he joked. “Jake”, you fake gasp as you play slap his chest. He only smiles as Bradley quirks an eye at the both of you. You laugh harder until it becomes too much and starts to hurt. You falter slightly as Jake’s hands shoot out to grab you steadying you.

“Thanks”, you say. “Anytime darlin’”, he replies. You both decide to go back to the apartment where you ask Jake to watch Dirty Dancing with you. “I wish I could dance right now”, you say out loud. “Why not now”, Jake says. You watch as he pauses the movie and gets up to turn the radio on. Music plays softly through the speakers as Jake takes you into his arms to slow dance with you. “You’re not in any pain right?”, he asks. “No, as long as I don’t twist I’ll be okay”, you smile.

“That’s something I’m going to have to ask my doctor”, you muse. “What’s that darlin’?”, Jake questions. “When I can have sex again”, you shrug. “Darlin’ that can wait. I want you fully healed. I can handle the dry spell for you”, he says. “Well you might be able to, but I have been ready to jump you since we got back home”, you giggle. Jake laughs as he shakes his head at your eagerness. “Darlin’ as soon as your doctor says it’s okay I’ll let you do whatever you want to me”, he says.

“Whatever?”, you smirk. “Okay maybe not whatever, but we can talk about it, but right now I’m trying to dance with you”, he replies. You can’t help but take in his features as you both dance in the living room of the apartment. “What?”, he asks. “You’re just handsome”, you sigh. He leans in to kiss you as you both continue to sway. At some point you both decide to head to bed as Jake turns off the music and continues to dance with you down the hallway. Jake helps you so you don’t have to bend at the stomach.

His gaze lingers on your stitched wound and you can see the anger boil inside him. “I should have been there”, he mumbles. “Babe it wasn’t your fault and I didn’t even see anything like this happening”, you whisper. “If I hadn’t pushed you away like I had you would have been safe here”, he states. “Don’t blame yourself, he could have come to the apartment and hurt either of us. If he was willing to do this I can’t even think of what could have happened”, you sniffle. “I should have taken that bullet”, Jake whispers. “Jake don’t ever say that. If anything had happened to you I don’t know what I would do”, you cry.

Jake pulls you into himself and strokes your hair, “I will never let anyone hurt you like that again even if it means taking a bullet for you”. You hug him as hard as you can after his admission until you both pull apart to go brush your teeth. Once back in bed you can’t seem to get close enough to him. Eventually he lays on his side and pulls your back against his chest. He threads his fingers through your own as you listen to his breathing and heartbeat.

You lay awake listening until Jake’s breathing and heart rate slow. You think about the past couple of weeks and realize that even before Jackson no one you had dated had done half of what Jake had done for you. You remembered asking your mom what made her realize that your dad was the one. “Mom how did you know dad was the one?”, ten year old, you asked. “Well me and your father had dated before in highschool, but he broke up with me to join the Navy. He was gone for a year when word got to him that I was dating another guy. He came home on leave and drove all the way across the country to ask me to marry him. A man that is willing to do anything for you is a man who will make a great husband and partner”, she said.

“I knew then that he was it for me. The way he smiled like I was his everything told me all I needed to know”, she said. You thought about how the way Jake smiled at you and how he was willing to stay with you in the hospital. How he admitted he was wrong and how he had sobbed begging you to stay with him when he thought you were dying. You made up your mind laying there with his fingers entangled in your own. If he ever asked you to follow him you would go anywhere with him.

“Thanks for the advice mom”, you hummed. You hadn’t noticed that Jake was awake and heard you. When you fell asleep he wondered about your mom. Bradley said you hardly ever talked about your mom and that you would tell him when you were ready. He made up his mind to ask you about her in the morning, but he wouldn’t pressure you if you refused to talk about her. He kissed your shoulder as he admitted to himself he would follow you anywhere before drifting back to sleep.

#top gun maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad

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lovelettersbyj · 10 months

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Hunger For Power

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem Reader (?).

Summary: Pearl Whitegrove is a fashion intern, who, after a few meetings with Coriolanus Snow, realizes that if she wants to be Panem's next top Fashion Designer, she has to make sure she's at Coriolanus' side when he inevitably gets into power. It helps that he's devastatingly attractive.

Word Count: 1,814.

A/N: After having watched the new Hunger Games movie, this idea popped into my head and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to create a character that was sort of the opposite of Tigris? A negative influence for Coriolanus that ultimately turns into a toxic love interest for him. I quickly wrote up this sort of intro to her character, so I hope you all enjoy! Also I should say, I've never read the books and I'm only going off of the movies/making up information. So I apologize if anything is slightly wrong/doesn't match.

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“How’s that cousin of yours, Tigris?” Continuing to sew, I glanced up at the blonde haired woman who sat across from me. She was busy stitching some dark turquoise buttons to a white long-sleeved shirt, trying her best to hide from our mentor and boss Fabricia Whatnot.

She looked up at me with a stoic expression, then back down to her secret project. “He’s fine.”

I chuckled, returning my attention to my dress. In a few days, the 10th annual reaping ceremony would take place. I knew Coriolanus because of Tigris, and in the few conversations I’d had with him, I knew how powerful he could be. He was intelligent; speaking always with such an elegant charm that could convince anyone to listen and obey him. He’d choose his words carefully and completely analyze the situation in front of him before speaking. If he played his cards right, I could very well see Coriolanus Snow becoming the new President of Panem. That is, if Dean Casca Highbottom didn’t despise him as much as he did.

The door to Fabricia’s office swung open, her long magenta hair peeking out as she yelled out to us, “I want those designs done before the sun goes down today. Otherwise, neither of you are getting paid. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Madam Whatnot,” Tigris and I both nodded, never once making eye contact with her, and rather, continuing to sew at a faster pace.

Of course someone as incredibly stylish and knowledgeable in the fashion industry as Fabricia Whatnot was also something of a wicked demon. She was incredibly rude to her employees, particularly Tigris & I. Hired under the impression of an apprenticeship, we quickly met a much more grim fate in the form of slave labor. She took advantage of young capitol people with a hunger for fashion, tempting us with the idea of being able to one day create our own designs for the capitol students, citizens, and even Hunger Games tributes to dawn our clothing. So in the meantime, we worked long hours, had little rest, and even more little pay.

Hours had passed, and Tigris and I miraculously finished the designs Whatnot had asked for. With a wave of her bony hand, she dismissed us, and sliding on our coats we exited her office and made our way out of the office. Upon opening the large glass door to the front of the building, a somewhat scrawny, curly haired blonde man stood waiting with his back turned to us.

“Coryo,” Tigris spoke, and he turned, his eyes lighting up and a smile decorating his face, “What are you doing here?”

He walked over, taking her hand to help her down the last step, “Grandma’am told me you hadn’t come home yet, so I figured I’d come down to wait for you to finish work. I don’t want you walking home alone so late.”

I slipped my hands into my olive green coat, tilting my head slightly towards him. He had a slightly boyish look, with an air of innocence about him. But all the whispers about him were true, he was much more handsome up close.

“Coriolanus,” I smiled, “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

His attention now switched over to me, a gleam in his eyes highlighting the striking pale blue color, “Pearl Whitegrove. It’s certainly been too long.” With a hand extended, I reached my palm out, placing my fingers carefully over his. Lifting his hand, his lips brushed over my knuckles ever so softly in a formal greeting. How warm his lips were, I thought.

“I hear you’re first in line for the Plinth Prize. You must be ecstatic. Finally, the Snow name is making a comeback.”

His lip curled up in a curt smirk, “Well, yes, I’ve studied hard and hope to be congratulated for my efforts. But all I want is to provide for my family.”

“Right,” I chuckled, glancing over to Tigris whose face slowly became more worried as she tucked herself behind Coriolanus’ back, “The fame and fast track into University would just be a bonus, huh?”

Silence. Just as I thought.

“Well, Coriolanus, I wish you the best of luck. If there’s one thing I know, is that you’ll find a way to succeed one way or another. You’ve got this… hunger in you. It drives you. I think ultimately it’ll guide you to what you want—” Tigris’ hand wrapped around Coriolanus’ arm in attempts to pull him away, “—If you allow it to take over.”

He looked down at her, placing a hand over hers before looking back to me, “Thank you, Pearl. Let’s hope you’re right.”

They turned away, walking towards the main road. Shortly after crossing, a familiar black car pulled up, with a man dressed in a charcoal colored tailcoat stepped out, extending a hand towards the open door for me.

“Yes, Coryo. Let’s.”

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10th Annual Reaping Ceremony

It seems as if a few days went by in a matter of seconds, and before I knew it, the Reaping Ceremony had arrived. In a strange change of heart, Fabricia Whatnot had excused everyone from coming into work that day and instead encouraged us to attend the ceremony.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my last conversation with Coriolanus Snow. The way his blue eyes shimmered under the dim lights of the street lamps. How thin his frame was, hiding underneath his slightly oversized Academy uniform. His hair was so blonde and curly, a single strand hanging delicately just across his forehead. Every bit of my brain was obsessed with him, and I made it my mission to get him to feel the same.

Taking in a deep breath, I dusted off my golden yellow dress, grabbed my black coat and made my way out the door.

Entering the Academy building I was greeted with a sea of red and blue, students shuffling about the main floor as they met up with friends; greeted teachers. I glanced around in search of a familiar face, when I suddenly felt a hand land cautiously on my shoulder. Turning around, I was greeted with the same pair of eyes that hadn’t left my mind for days.

“Pearl,” His deep voice spoke, “What a surprise.”

Any sort of control I had to stop the smile from forming on my face completely failed me, “Coriolanus, hi.” Be cool. “I see Tigris’ secret project turned out well.”

Coryo furrowed his eyebrows, and I pointed to his shirt. He let out a small laugh, running a hand across his chest, “Oh yes. It came out quite well. I had her make a few modifications—”

“I know, she would always work on it when Whatnot wasn’t around. I figured it was for today.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassed at the fact that his cousin was scrambling to help him look his best. “So why are you here and not at work?”

We both turned, slowly walking up the staircase towards the ballroom, “Fabricia told us all not to come in and to attend today’s ceremony. She wouldn’t tell us why— I figured Tigris would be here?”

Coriolanus just shook his head, his face blank with confusion. Before he could respond, a short girl with long black hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere, slipping her arm to loop with Snow’s. “Coriolanus! It’s about time the prodigy student showed up.”

Her eyes met with mine, slightly narrowing as she analyzed everything about me. I cocked my eyebrow at her, unwaveringly unbothered by her. Except for the fact that she was about to steal Coriolanus away from me.

“I’m sorry— I’ll find you afterwards?” Snow looked directly at me, an apologetic tone in his voice. Glancing over to the strange girl, I nodded, looking back up at him with a soft smile.

I found my way to an open seat just across from the 24 chairs that had been placed for the graduating honors Academy students. I watched as Snow sat down in the first row, looking around the room before eventually finding me. He smiled as I gave him a small wave, which he returned gladly. A faint sensation of butterflies began to arouse deep in my stomach at the acknowledgement. Damn it. The ceremony began shortly after, with Dr. Volumina Gaul seemingly having crawled her way out of her laboratory and in front of the podium to give an opening speech, before introducing Dean Highbottom. He stood amongst the sea of red dressed Academy students, speaking cryptically about the Plinth Prize and the Reaping Ceremony. Upon reaching the front of the podium he revealed the sudden change; the 24 honor students were to compete as mentors for the tributes as a last attempt to prove their worthiness of the Plinth Prize money.

Gasps echoed throughout the room; mutters of protest and shock as everyone began to look around in desperation. My eyes were glued to Coriolanus’ face, whose jaw gaped ever so slightly in disbelief before looking up at me. I remained still; I didn’t know how to react.

Suddenly two large screens on the wall in front of the students clicked on, playing live footage of the Reaping ceremony. Boys and girls from each District appeared on screen as Highbottom read aloud the names of the tributes, and the student assigned to them. One by one, the tributes were handed out like livestock. I held my breath, terrified to hear Snow’s name, but it almost never came. Not until Highbottom arrived at District 12, assigning him to a girl by the name of Lucy Gray Baird.

My eyes narrowed at the screen as I watched her, analyzing the messily sewn, colorful dress that dawned her tiny figure. She had a natural beauty, but was covered in dirt and poorly applied makeup. She got into an altercation with the man who had just read out her name, which landed her a blow to the face, making her collapse to the floor of the stage she was on.

I whipped my head as the sound of a chair scraping against the floor alerted my senses, seeing now how captivated Coriolanus Snow was to the scene unfolding on the screen before him. Why was he so worried about her?

Anger was now the only emotion raging through me, or perhaps jealousy? Whatever it was, it was interrupted when a soft voice began to sing, echoing throughout the entire room. Everyone’s attention was back onto the screen, watching in a stark silence how Lucy Gray slowly stood back up as she sang some song. Additional voices from various District 12 members rang through before she screamed at the camera, extending her arms and taking a bow.

She is nothing but trouble. I looked back over at Coriolanus, but he didn’t return the glance. She can ruin everything.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Poor Daniel

Summary: (Y/N) gets a nice break from being the one involved in trouble.

“(Y/N), if I theoretically asked you to use your shadows to scare someone—”

“No,” said (Y/N), popping a tomato into their mouth.

“Pleeeeeeeease?” said Lucifer. “I have the best idea for a prank on Detective Douche, and it would be amazing if you could scare him.”

(Y/N) gave him a deadpan look. “No.”

“I would owe you,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) considered. “No. You still owe me for taking Trixie back home.”

“I thought you were doing that to be nice,” said Lucifer.

“To Trixie.” They held out a hand. “Money please.”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before giving them ten dollars. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” said (Y/N).

“Now will you help?” said Lucifer.

“No, I’m busy,” said (Y/N). “Due to Celestial bullshit—”

“Language,” scolded their father.

“—I’m behind on my collection, so I’ve got to finish that.”

Lucifer sighed. “Fiiiiiine. Will you at least come to the celebratory party I’m hosting at the end of it tonight?”

“Are you playing a prank that goes on all day?” said (Y/N).

Lucifer looked a bit too pleased with himself. “Of course.”

“…Why?”

“Because he shot me,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) considered. “Fair enough. I’ll come to the party.”

“Bring all your friends!” said Lucifer. “It’s going to be quite the event~.” He nearly skipped out of the room.

Poor Daniel, thought (Y/N).

“(Y/N), why did we pass a bunch of people discussing ‘lines’ and carrying guns on the way up?” said Marcel.

“Is the Lux having a movie-themed party tonight?” said Leon.

“If I’d have known, I would have dressed up like a Hollywood starlet from back in the day,” said Olive.

“Do you have something like that in your wardrobe?” said Noa.

“Duh,” said Olive, smiling.

“I think Lucifer was playing something today,” said Em.

“Yeah, torturing Dan,” said (Y/N).

“Detective…Douche, right?” said Marcel.

“Don’t call him that to his face, but yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Why is Detective Dan being ‘tortured?’ ” said Leon.

“He shot my dad a while ago after finding out he was the devil, so my dad is pranking him—torturing him—in return,” said (Y/N).

“Ah, so he’s getting what’s coming to him,” said Em. “I’m not surprised.”

“He’s going to be fine, just a little…shaken,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“Which of us is from Hell?” said Em.

(Y/N) just grinned and winked, and Em’s cheeks turned red. “Now, who wants to go to the after-torture-party?”

“Me!” chorused the Four Horsemen and Em.

The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club watched in amusement as poor Dan screamed and ran around as everyone around him “shot” and bled and fell. They were sitting “stage left” with Lucifer, who was grinning and was nearly rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. Poor, suffering Dan even had to watch Maze “die.”

“Alright, time for me to enter!” chirped Lucifer, straightening his collar. He stepped out.

“Daniel! What did you do?” said Lucifer, fawning shock.

“I don’t know!” said Dan, almost crying. “I-I was just trying to help.”

“Well…” Lucifer tsked. “Now you see that sometimes when you’re trying to do the right thing, other people who don’t deserve it end up getting shot.”

“…What?” said Dan, voice trembling.

“Oh, I’m sorry, guys.” One of the “bodies” laughed and sat up. “I couldn’t hold it any longer. My arm was falling asleep.” Dan stared in shock.

Mazikeen laughed and sat up. “You should have seen the look on your face.”

Everyone laughed and got up as Dan’s fear and bewilderment grew.

“Bravo, bravo, bravo!” Lucifer clapped. “Job absolutely well done! As promised, wrap party starts now! There’s an open bar, food trucks in the back. Give yourself a pat on the back, people. That was—” He gave them a kiss.

Everyone cheered as the lights went on, and music started to play. Some people went for food, some for drinks, and others for the dancefloor. Dan stood, still confused, in the middle of the actors still clothed in fake blood.

“Guess we can join,” said Marcel, grabbing Leon’s hand and heading for the food.

“Time to dance!” said Olive, pulling Noa with her.

“I’m going to grab some food, want some?” said Em.

“Sure, I’m going to make sure Dan isn’t too messed up right now,” said (Y/N).

“Even on your off day you’re making sure everyone’s alright,” said Em.

“Ew, don’t make it a job,” grumbled (Y/N), heading down the stairs. Despite their grumbling, though, they wanted to get to Dan at the same time Lucifer did (the poor guy couldn’t take much more).

“Countless hours of meticulous planning, dozens of favors called in, so many Easter eggs from our previous adventures,” said Lucifer, pleased with himself as he sat down next to Dan. He patted his arm. “Did you spot them all? 5,004,157 dollars spent. Totally worth it!”

“All of this. The dog, the wreck,” said Dan. “I woke up this morning with no clothes on next to a dead body.”

“Daniel Espinoza, naked and afraid,” said Lucifer, handing him a drink. “Cheers!” They both took a drink (one in celebration, the other in relief).

“I don’t understand how you pulled it off, man,” said Dan. “Even you couldn’t control everything.”

“Well, the hardest part was making sure the Detective wasn’t involved, hence all the illegalities you wouldn’t want to share with her,” said Lucifer.

“And I wouldn’t help,” said (Y/N), appearing on the other side of Dan. “How you doing?”

“I-I’m alive-I-What-You-You knew?” said Dan.

“I tell them everything,” said Lucifer, grinning.

“You were too proud of yourself to keep it a secret,” corrected (Y/N) with a grin.

Dan groaned. “But…But how did you know what I would do?”

Lucifer smiled. “Because I know you, Daniel. At every opportunity to quit, I knew that your oafish optimism would keep you going.” Surprisingly, it was a compliment wrapped in…something else. “I supposed I realized that whenever you’re given a choice, you always at least try and do the right thing.”

Dan scoffed, but it wasn’t entirely angry. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. It’s crazy, but I think I needed this.”

So he’s doing well enough to be introspective, thought (Y/N). Lucifer, however, looked confused.

“I’ve been in a really weird place for a long time,” said Dan. “And I think I’m through it now. I—I can’t explain it. But you really helped me.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Lucifer frowned. “Well, that’s not why I did this at all.”

It was Dan’s turn to frown. “Well, then why did you do all this?”

“Because you fucking shot me, Daniel,” said Lucifer.

They both stared into space and took another drink. (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

Adults are such drama queens. “Well, now that you two are done with this pettiness, you two can put this whole Devil-gun-drama behind you, alright?”

“In my defense, it’s a lot,” said Dan.

“Not really,” said (Y/N), smiling. “That’s pretty much the tip of the iceberg.”

“I know about God. And Charlotte. And Not-Charlotte.” Dan shivered.

“Oh, yeah, that. Man, that was a long time ago,” said (Y/N).

Dan paled. “There’s more?”

(Y/N) grinned. “Wait until you find out about me nearly ending the world.” Dan stared. (Y/N) hopped down from the bar stool and walked back to their friends.

Lucifer poured another drink for Dan. He eagerly drank it. Poor Daniel.

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writings-by-fairy · 7 months

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Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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I am on AO3 as the same username if you want to check out my other works. This is on there :P Requests are open so please message me

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A little story idea! Let me know if you'd want more

She had just gotten a perm and a mani-pedi. Her long, brown hair was in loose, ringlet curls, her fingers and toes in a flawless french manicure, and she was ready to hit the town. First, though, she was thirsty and wanted a smoothie. So she put on her sunglasses and headed out of the nail salon. She had light green eyes and fair skin, so on this summer’s day she had to be quick to not get burned by the same sun that hurt her eyes as she ran to the car, those cute curls bouncing behind her.

She made it to the car without incident and drove herself to the smoothie shop where she got a ‘lean machine’ smoothie. Not because she wanted to lose weight, but because it tasted the best. She sat at a table and browsed her phone while she sipped. She sighed at all the news on her media feeds. Nothing but trouble. Terrible things happening to good people all over the world.

Did she really have a right to go out and spend the money her uncle gave her so frivolously when people were suffering and dying? What else could she do? She just felt guilty. So she put her phone away and picked the book out of her purse instead, going back to War of the Worlds because she’d never finished it in high school, and recently found it in a used bookstore. The book itself was adorable, small enough to fit in her purse with a lovely blue suede cover, but the contents within were her goal.

‘No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own;-’

And so she read for a good forty five minutes or so until she finished her drink. She was several pages deep before she was making noise with the last dredges of the smoothie, and so packed it in with a little clippable bookmark that looked like a fish. She checked the time on her little Casio calculator watch and sighed. It was getting late. If she wanted to get to that steakhouse before it got too busy, she’d have to call up her friends and go now.

They’d planned to go out and get some drinks (she’d be the designated driver, though) for a few months now, and since she got a lot of money from her great-uncle as an early 30th birthday present, she decided today was the day to spoil herself and go out with friends.

However, when she left the shop, squinting her eyes against the sun, she found herself not outside, but in what looked like a set from her father’s old sci-fi TV shows.

Wh- What?

“Ah, Captain! Welcome back!” said a deep, rich voice. There was no way that voice was real.

“Where am I? Wait- Captain?” She asked, “Hold on, what’s- what’s going on here?”

She turned to look at where that voice came from and was met with a face that would sear itself into her memory for all time. Raven locks, flawless olive skin, deep brown eyes, and a smile that made her knees weak. His smile became concerned.

“Captain, are you feeling alright?” He asked.

“Wait a second, why are you calling me captain?”

“That’s- that’s you, Captain Sarah Walters of the SRMS Dauntless.”

She just blinked, “That’s my name, but I'm not-”

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WIP Wordsearch Game

I was tagged by @sleeplessincarcosa, thank you my dear!

My words are: help, eye, sit, hair and touch.

This was pretty fun - like a tour of my own WIPs :)

Help

From A Story Set in Sparta [I really must choose a better title for this project!]

It was dark as Adimantos passed out of the village, having slipped through the sleeping streets, the cold wind of early spring sharp on his skin – but he was used to that, used to ignoring it, bearing it stoically, like everything else. His thin cloak, something between a winter and summer garment not sufficient to either season, did little to help. The mountains, his destination, were at a distance as he slipped over fences and through long, empty avenues of olive trees, passing the small houses on individual lots, the kleroi, where the helots who worked the fields eked out an existence. All was quiet, no lights shone; they knew better than to draw attention at night with the ever-present threat of the krypteia – and with something of a start, it occurred to him once again that that was him right now. They feared his passing; it was his footsteps in the night that made the women hold their children a little closer.

Eye

This snippet is from a kind of breakaway piece of Arity - I have no idea where it fits, if at all, though I suspect it will end on the cutting room floor.

I found myself at five in the morning, or thereabouts, in the back seat of Brett’s four-wheel drive. Naturally, Jake has pushed himself in next to me; another guy Rowan, sits on the other side of him; and Brett and Luke are sitting in the front. They’re talking, at length, about breaks in New South Wales. I’ve tuned out, and am looking out at the ocean as the sky starts to lighten, and the water turns a very dark, rich green. I’m distracted when Jake’s hand slips casually along my calf, as he reaches (allegedly) to pick up his water bottle from by our feet. I look into his eyes, and he grins, a mocking kind of smile that says, you are so mine. I feel a shiver across the nape of my neck – it may well be a draft, it’s very cold again this morning – but I take it as an omen. I move my leg away from his hand, and give him a look that says, No matter how hot you may be, no matter how much you might strut around, there's no way I'm giving in to you. But I let myself smile too, because I don’t mean ever.

Sit

From the last scene that I added to Arity before I fell in a hole with it:

The coffee shop he chose was on the foreshore of Langarrin, the bottom floor of a high rise with woven cane chairs and dark wood everywhere. Elaborate ceiling fans whirred slowly, doing less than one would wish to cool the room. We sat in a booth on one side beneath one of them, for all the good it did us. It was busy that morning, with many people coming and going. Jimmy would nod or raise a hand now and then, but no one interrupted us. He ate like he hadn’t seen a meal in three days, and was finished long before I’d picked my way through the pancakes I’d ordered. He took the opportunity, sitting back with his cup of coffee in his hand, to say, ‘You wanted to know about my family.’ I nodded. ‘Only if you’re comfortable talking about it, though.’ He waved that off. ‘I told you my parents were older?’ ‘You did; and that you never knew your grandparents.’ He nodded, looking into his cup. After a long moment, he said quietly, ‘It’s hard to know where to start, actually.’ ‘Wherever feels right,’ I said encouragingly. ‘I’m listening.’

Hair

Another from A Story Set in Sparta:

The grasses shivered as the wind passed through them, the mountain above glimmering in the heat, the horses cropping the grass and flicking at insects with their tails and an occasional shake of the head. He ran a hand along the flank of the bay colt, still young, still clumsy and all legs, who flinched at his touch but watched him boldly, with one eye. He closed his own eyes, feeling the breeze blow his long hair away from his face, and stirring his beard. The colt suddenly nickered and dashed away across the field, and Brasidas opened his eyes in time to see the colt reach his mother, calmly grazing at the crest of the hill.

Touch

From Newcastle 1929:

Fred went out to open up. There was always a bit of a rush from the regulars, the women whose homes lined the streets around them – small workers cottages, from the end of the last century; but that morning, a man came into the store in this first rush of women. They looked up at him sideways – he was head taller than any of them, and had wild blonde hair touched with red. He was obviously down at heel. Fred felt his heart sink even before he spoke. He saw him visibly square his shoulders and swallow his pride, before asking in a broad Scots accent, ‘Can y’ spare my family anything, lad? We’ve gone two days with nought to eat.’ He gestured at the doorway, in which two small girls stood, their eyes wide. ‘I’m sorry,’ Fred said, sighing deeply, and meaning it. ‘We may have something at the end of the day. Come back then.’ The man studied his face a moment, then nodded once. ‘Thank y’. I will.’ When he’d gone back outside, John stuck his head in from the kitchen. ‘You shouldn’t encourage them. You know there won’t be enough for even half who come.’ Fred only shrugged at his father, unrepentant.

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 3: Conflicts

The next day, T'Kia walks around the lab pacing and thinking about what it might be outside of Wakanda. What did she have to prepare for?

Shuri sighed, taking note of her niece's behavior.

"What's wrong? You've been having that expression on your face for a good while.", Shuri asked.

The girl looked up. "Have I?"

Shuri nods. T'Kia frowned as she stopped pacing.

"Well, Baba agreed to let me go with him outside of Wakanda.", she says and she squeals in happiness.

"You're finally getting some family time.", she says. T'Kia smiled.

"I mean, it's nothing like Wakanda but some places there sound amazing.", Shuri says.

T'Kia nods. "Maybe it won't be that bad." She was still nervous. It was sweet of her father to even consider bringing her outside of Wakanda.

After a while of packing up, T'Challa said that they would be there for a few days and that he'd have things to take care of so they'd settled down in a hotel.

Surprisingly, Okoye didn't come with them, as disappointed as T'Kia was. She really liked Okoye, even though she was the last to find out about her despite Nakia's wish for her to train her with urgency.

As T'Kia sat on a King sized bed, she watched as her father paced around, making sure he had all that he needed.

"Okay, you stay here. There will be no reason for you to leave this hotel unless you want to explore nearby. There might be a few places you might like here. Like a… Starbucks.", he said, watching as his daughter's face contorted into confusion.

He sighed and led her to a small, cozy restaurant that smelled like sweet spices.

"What is this place?", T'Kia asked her father.

"Starbucks. Girls like it.", T'Challa said.

T'Kia frowned. The smells were beginning to become louder the more she stayed.

He walked up to a lady in uniform. She smiles and looks flustered. "P-Prince T'Challa! What're you doing here today?", she asks.

T'Kia looked at the woman. She was petite, olive skinned. She looked just a little older than her.

He smiled and placed a 10 dollar bill on the counter.

"I'm here for my daughter. I need to take care of some business with the Avengers, that's all.", he said. She looks at T'Kia, who scoots a bit behind her father, and gets a starry look in her eyes, squealing softly.

"She's so cute, I bet she's got your smile.", she says.

T'Kia looks up at her father as he smiles at her, looking proud for some reason.

The cashier giggles. "What will you have?", she asks.

"A Caramel Mocha, please.", he says. T'Kia starts sniffing and looking around, seeing people avoiding eye contact from the two Wakandans.

"It's on the house.", she says and hands T'Challa a hot cup of the flavor. "I put extra whipped cream and sweeteners in there if you don't like bitterness."

T'Challa thanks the woman and hands the drink to his daughter who sipped it. She paused a bit then kept drinking.

T'Challa smiled, grateful that she liked it.

He led her back up to the room. "If you need anything, you have your Kimoyo beads and room service if you're hungry.", he says.

"And if anyone I see is threatening, I won't hesitate to attack.", T'Kia says. The seriousness from her voice worries him, almost scares him. She was in an unknown territory and he didn't want to make this worse for her.

He sighs. "Just let me know beforehand. Please.", he says and leaves her to her drink.

After she'd gotten finished, she couldn't help but think about what he had said earlier.

"I have some business to take care of with the Avengers."

The avengers? She'd heard of them from the gossip in the city. They were supposed to be defenders. Almost superheroes.

Why couldn't they defend her grandfather…?

She sighed and shook her head. There's nothing she could do but sit there until he came back.

For a while, time passed near 4 before she heard a commotion outside and she squirmed.

Then the sound of banging on her door snapped her out of her nervousness. She tapped her beads, contacting her father.

"Baba….there's someone at the door….", she whispered.

"You didn't order anything?", he asks suddenly after a few minutes.

"No. I don't know who it is. And I don't plan on finding out.", T'Kia says, backing toward the window.

"Okay, sneak out the window. I'll be there soon.", he says and she finds a way out of the window and looks for where his location is.

Joint Counter Terrorist Center.

She ran over to it, pushing past people who took their sweet time.

As she made it inside, she heard a few voices as she snuck around.

"It's just a matter of time. Our satellites are running facial, biometric, and behavioral pattern scans.", one voice says.

Peeking around a corner, she sees a man walking up to a redheaded woman that is with her father.

"Move, or you will be moved.", he says to her.

T'Challa father frowns. "As entertaining as that would be, I don't have the time for this.", he said, frowning.

She looks at him. "You really think you can find him?", she asked.

"My resources are considerable. And right now, I hardly have the time for this.", he repeats, urgently.

"Yeah, it took the world 70 years to find Barnes… so you could probably do that in about half the time.", the woman said.

He shook his head. "You know where they are."

She shakes her head. "I know someone who does."

T'Kia frowns, having enough of their argument and walks to them.

Her father turned around and looked at her with a shocked look on his face, immediately bringing her in his arms. "Are you okay?"

T'Kia felt relieved as she nodded, glancing at the redheaded woman.

She stared T'Kia down but then lightened up as her face changed from suspicious to realization. "You must be the princess."

T'Kia nods at her.

"Not much of a talker?", she asks the girl.

"She's getting used to being around more people.", T'Challa excuses. "Well, not to those I don't know of.", T'Kia says, bluntly.

T'Challa frowns at her tone. "Manners."

T'Kia was too on edge to care much. She wanted to go home now. A man in a suit rushed up to them. "Barnes has been found.", he says.

"We have to go.", T'Challa says and leads T'Kia to an abandoned airport.

It wasn't safe for her to go back to the airport. Not when someone was trying to get into her room. "Stay here now.", he tells her and goes to change into his suit.

She hears two men talking. One of them was suited into a red metallic, bulky suit and the other was in a silver, metallic, bulky suit. It was the man from before.

T'Challa looks at his daughter and puts a finger to his lips, then runs and jumps over a truck, nearly landing by a man in blue with a huge shield.

"Captain.", Her father nodded at him.

"Your highness.", the man smiles.

"Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?", the man in red said.

"You're after the wrong guy.", Captain said.

"Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.", he countered.

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.", Captain says tiredly.

T'Kia hears the redheaded woman. "Steve… you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?"

She hears Tony sigh. "All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!"

A sudden, lankier figure appears, taking Captain's shield and landing on top of a truck.

He had the mannerisms of an excited little kid. Why was a little kid here?

"Nice job, kid.", Tony says.

"Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit… Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you.", the boy rambled.

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation.", Tony rolls his eyes.

"Okay. Cap… Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man.", he introduced himself.

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just…", Tony got interrupted by Spiderman again. "Hey, everyone."

Tony sighed and shook his head. "….good job."

"You've been busy.", Captain said.

"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep… I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart.", Tony sighs.

"You did that when you signed.", Captain counters, gruffly.

Tony gets a slight hurt look on his face then frowns. "Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys… with no compunction about being impolite. Come on."

T'Kia hid as she heard another person's voice coming from somewhere. "We found it. Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway."

What is going on?

T'Challa glanced at where he left his daughter at one last time before charging with his side of the split avengers.

T'Kia becomes frustrated as she watches them charge at each other.

Why is this happening…?

She goes to the side of a wall only to see her father and a man with a vibranium arm at each other's throats.

"I didn't kill your father.", the man says.

"Then why did you run?", her father asks.

T'Kia frowned. T'Challa pulls the man's hand off his neck, then spins him and fly-kicks him backwards. He sprouts claws and aims for the man's neck, but another redheaded woman comes and stops his hand, then waves her arms with red energy, sending her father crashing into a passenger gangway.

"Father!", T'Kia yelled then covered her mouth as the woman looked at her in shock.

The man backs away as the woman walks up to her and T'Kia squares in defense.

"T'Kia, don't!", T'Challa yells but she doesn't move. Instead, she's levitating in the air and thrown somewhere near a few crates, the wind knocked out of her chest.

T'Challa could only watch in shock at the impact, his anger growing as he stood.

T'Kia groans, trying to get up shakily and frowned as her eyesight is blurry.

She holds her head in pain and sees a giant figure in front of her.

"What in the….?", she felt herself being picked up and saw the figure lifting her up.

"Who are you?", it says.

T'Kia eyes widen from the drastic, intimidating height. She'd never been this height in one area. She was safer in the helicarrier from home. She trusted those.

But this thing.

This… giant. She didn't know what to make of it. She was afraid. She trembled in its hold as she stared into the red eyes of the giant.

"Baba…!!!!", T'Kia yelled for her father. T'Challa's heart raced in panic and anger.

"Hey!! Whoever is that in your hand, let them down, now. And carefully!", Tony shouts angrily.

Is this the outside world grandfather got killed in….? Aunt Shuri said it was wonderful. It's horrible….

"Let my daughter go this instant!!", T'Kia heard her father demand.

"Daughter??", A few voices mutter.

The giant carefully lowered the girl. T'Kia dropped to her knees, dizzy from the rush of blood to her head.

T'Challa runs over to her and checks her for any wounds. He wasn't ready to give her up because she got involved. That's not why he brought her here.

This is what he was trying to avoid. She wasn't ready yet. Neither was he, not for something like this, but he was more experienced in battle than she.

He frowned at the scratch on her face from the impact of earlier. The fight doesn't stop when he gets her to safety near a runway far from the fight and turns around angrily at the rest of the Avengers.

He gives her forehead a kiss before turning back to the adults in front of him, fighting. His eyes set on the man with the metallic arm. He needed to be dealt with.

The fight continued, ending with Tony losing and the avengers did split. The man with the metal arm turned out to be manipulated and mind controlled into killing innocent people.

T'Kia couldn't help but feel remorseful toward the man. She couldn't imagine being mind controlled. How… harsh and scary that could be.

However T'Challa found the man that killed his father. A lot was going through his mind. A decision to kill or to be merciful….

T'Kia moved over to her father, who passed out. She looks over her, checking for any fatal injuries. Once she was done, she placed a hand on her father's shoulder and nudged him awake and took off his mask.

T'Challa's eyes cleared as he saw his daughter.

"T'Kia….are you alright?", he asks her, hoarsely.

She nods. "I'm okay." She couldn't help, but wallow in her own fearful thoughts.

What would've happened if she wasn't here….?

Would he have gotten killed as well….?

Her mother was almost never around anymore and Shuri is always working. She doesn't want to stress out her grandmother either….

"T'Kia….?", she hears him whisper, then he reaches a hand up to her face, caressing her cheek as two tears fall out of her eyes angrily.

T'Challa frowns sadly as he watches his daughter cry.

"I'm such an idiot….I should've known this would happen. I would have never let you come here if I would have known you would get hurt.", he says, bringing her into his arms.

His biggest fear of losing her almost happened. He'd just gotten to know her. To lose her all in sudden moments… he couldn't handle it.

He picks her up and carries her into the aircraft and transports them to an icy mountain top.

Now that T'Challa knows Barnes didn't do it, he needed to hunt down the killer himself….the root of all this.

As he exits the helicarrier, he gives T'Kia a look that tells her to stay and she does. T'Challa leaves and follows the sound of a woman's voice.

"You should've seen his little face. Just try, okay? I'm going to bed. I love you.", he hears a female voice coming from Zemo's phone as he sneaks up behind him.

"I almost killed the wrong man.", T'Challa said, glaring at the back of his head.

"Hardly an innocent one.", Zemo replied.

"This is all you wanted? To see them rip each other apart?", T'Challa asks.

The man deletes the voice message. "My father lived outside the city. I thought we would be safe there. My son was excited. He could see the Iron Man from the car window. I told my wife, "Don't worry. They are fighting in the city. We're miles from harm." When the dust cleared… and the screaming stopped. It took me two days until I found their bodies. My father… still holding my wife and son in his arms. And the Avengers?", he scoffed.

"They went home. I knew I couldn't kill them. More powerful men than me have tried. But, if I could get them to kill each other…", he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry about your father. He seemed like a good man. With a dutiful son.", he says, wistfully.

"Vengeance has consumed you. It's consuming them.", T'Challa said, frowning sadly and retracted his claws in his gloves as he thinks of his child. "I am done letting it consume me. Justice will come soon enough."

The man holds a gun and smiles thinly. "Tell that to the dead."

He tries to shoot himself but T'Challa grabs his wrist, quickly pulling it away from his head just before he fires.

"The living are not done with you yet.", T'Challa gruffs.

Zemo received his punishment and Wakanda received justice for their late king. It was… bittersweet. To have the man that killed his father by having others do his dirty work where he couldn't hurt anyone else and the man that actually did it, he's asked for help so he does hurt anyone else…

As the two Wakandans went back to their home, T'Kia sat in silence. Her father was unusually silent, however. And it worried her.

Not only that, but it worried Okoye, who was the one taking them back home, as well. "You shouldn't have been out there. More so, I shouldn't have let you come.", T'Challa speaks up.

T'Kia's eyes widened. "I wanted to. I wanted to help.", she says. T'Challa turns to her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Help? Help with what?"

His face contorted in slight anger, and T'Kia's head lowered. "The only reason you wanted to go was because of that man… wasn't it?", he asked, quietly.

T'Kia didn't respond, but it was enough of a response for him. He couldn't fault her. She went with him for revenge as well as him.

He sighs through his nose and shakes his head. This is what he feared. Letting something so trivial get to her head… She's too young to be thinking about revenge.

He didn't help much. The girl was smart. It was only a matter of time until she would've caught onto the real reason why they were there to begin with.

T'Challa walks up to his daughter and sits next to her. He wasn't angry with her. He couldn't be. None of it was her fault. However… it was gonna take a while for him to accept that his father's death wasn't his fault either.

He wrapped an arm around her, his tension dropping as she melted into his hold. He needed to be there for her and he wasn't.

Right outside the Wakanda Medical Facility, T'Kia waits patiently for her Father to return but it's gotten so late and she was exhausted from everything that happened.

"You sure about this?", two men were talking.

The man with longer black hair smiled sadly. "I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing, …for everybody.", he says looking down and goes into a cryo.

The blonde man stands staring through a window, as T'Challa walks towards him. "Thank you for this.", the blonde man said.

"Your friend and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…", T'Challa mumbled off.

"You know, If they find out he's here… they'll come for him.", the man said, looking at his friend.

T'Challa smirks. "Let them try."

The blonde man looked at him then smiled.

T'Kia watched them both from afar and smiled. It felt so good to be back in Wakanda but she couldn't help but feel bad for each man.

"T'Kia!! You're back!", Shuri exclaims happily and hugs her niece, gathering the attention of the men.

"So, how was it?", she asked.

T'Kia frowned and Shuri's eyes widened a bit. She frowns, "Horrible….?", she asks.

"Not only is it horrible but it's more dangerous than Wakanda is.", T'Kia says but sighs. "I did get to enjoy a drink there so…"

Shuri smiles slightly then looks at her brother.

T'Challa walks up to his daughter and kneels on one knee. "I'm sorry for putting you in danger. I should've kept you somewhere safe."

T'Kia shakes her head. "Anywhere you go, I'll follow. I have to. In order to make sure you don't leave me…"

He frowns sadly. "I won't leave you, I promise."

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Rebranded - 16.4 - Aftermath

We close up our cute segment! Don't worry, more pain comes next. Because I am a horrible person.

Little over 1600 words. Have fun!

Sun and Moon made sure to clean up their little theater space once Storytime came to a close.

There were more books in the box. Sun and Moon examined each of them briefly. Based upon thickness alone, Celestial Beginnings was the shortest of the books Ayala had written. They also weren’t sure which story would be next in the series, as they all seemed to be connected. In the end, they thought it would be better to call it quits for the time being. The other books could wait for a while longer. They wouldn’t be going anywhere.

In any case, the stuffed animals were all re-dispersed throughout the house. Moon brought Henry back down to the closet to be safely tucked away. By the time they had gotten through with sorting through all of the cleanup, Ayala had seemingly finished with her work. For the time being at least.

She had moved on to starting something for supper.

Still eager to learn more about cooking, Sun made his way into the kitchen to observe.

“What’s on the menu tonight, Sunbite~?” Sun playfully inquired, watching as the woman went about her business. She was pulling out all manner of interesting ingredients.

Moon wound up sneaking in while she was distracted. Rather than stand by the counter, he just sat down. He was in a rather conflicted state. One where he wanted to feel like he was involved but he didn’t want to actually socialize.

Being in the room without interacting with anyone would be the best compromise.

“Steak Tartare. Or at least my bastardized take on it.” Ayala hummed in turn, doing a once over of everything that she had on the counter.

She had all of the basics for the recipe. Some fresh beef. A shallot. Some garlic. Anchovies. Olive oil. Eggs. Plus a few other ingredients that she may or may not decide to use.

The daytime attendant began to tilt his head. That was a food item that he had never heard of before.

Given that the woman knew that he could connect to the internet, she opted to remain silent for a bit. Part of her wanted to see if he would attempt to look up the recipe on his own. And if he did, she was more or less expecting an amusing reaction.

She would get just that.

“Goodness! Sunbite, you shouldn’t be eating such dangerous food! You’re just asking for trouble!” Sun abruptly commented, practically jumping upon realizing exactly what steak tartare was. He began to shake a scolding finger in Ayala’s direction as he spoke, further attempting to discourage her from preparing such a hazardous dish.

A sort of quiet laugh escaped her in response to this.

“Somehow, I knew you were gonna freak out over this~” Ayala replied, laughing a bit more even as she spoke.

Still, she went about the business of preparing her meal. Starting by finely mincing the various ingredients that were going to be mixed into the final dish.

Her response only coaxed a worried noise out of the daytime attendant.

“Really now, Sunbite! Consumption of raw or undercooked beef is not safe! You could transmit a foodborne illness, or even contract internal parasites! You really shouldn’t risk it...” Sun pleaded, actually stepping around the counter so that he could approach the woman. He was really worried that she might go and get herself sick.

“Relax, Sunny. I’ve eaten this before, and I’ve been fine. Besides, you’ll be here to take care of me if I get sick~” Ayala replied, continuing to go about the business of making the steak tartare. She finely minced the various ingredients and arranged them in a shallow bowl to be mixed.

Her commentary seemed to confuse Sun for a moment, before he became rather flustered.

“H-hey! That’s no fair! Using my own protocols against me!” Sun stammered out, admittedly conflicted about his emotions.

On one hand, Ayala had effectively just admitted that she would allow him to take care of her if she ever got sick. On the other, she was intentionally doing something that could get her sick. So he was happy that she would let him take care of her; but he was upset that she seemed to care so little for her own health. Especially after recent events. She had only recently recovered from her little emotional catastrophe, relating to the contents of the Sad Box. He was afraid that she might be trying to intentionally hurt herself!

The woman simply laughed to herself again, progressing to the final steps of preparing the main dish. Steak tartare was not an overly complicated thing to make. Especially when someone was making a sort of lazy version of it. All that remained now was to mix everything together.

“Look, Sun. I’ve eaten this at least a half a dozen times. So that means I’ve eaten it and been fine at least half a dozen times. I’m sure I’ll eat it another half dozen times and be fine. So, relax~” Ayala replied calmly, attempting to calm the animatronic down with a bit of extra logic. She knew that he meant well. But she also knew that the odds of getting sick were relatively low. Modern day food processing was rather sophisticated and most of the information pertaining to foodborne illnesses originated from incidents that occurred decades prior.

Still, Sun offered a rather unhappy groan in response to her nonchalant attitude.

Moon, meanwhile, remained silent. He effectively had the attitude of ‘Don’t blame anyone else if you get sick’.

When the solar animatronic remained unhappy, she offered something of a sigh.

“Look. I’m having a real strong craving for red meat. I’ve suffered from anemia in the past. So when I get a craving, I eat some beef and that usually clears everything up. It hasn’t gotten me sick thus far, and I don’t think it’ll get me sick tonight.” She explained, trying to give Sun a valid excuse so that he would calm down.

The animatronic continued to offer unhappy noises for a moment, before eventually relenting.

“Alright...” Sun muttered, still rather uneasy with the idea of her eating raw meat. Then again, he wasn’t okay with the idea of consuming raw meat himself either. The idea admittedly brought up some rather uncomfortable memories. “M-Moony and I don’t have to eat that, do we?...” He inquired, wanting to make sure that Ayala didn’t expect them to consume the dish of raw beef and egg.

He could tell by the woman’s sudden change in posture that his question had confused her. Animatronics could not get sick or contract parasites through the consumption of raw meat and eggs. So she must have been struggling to try and think up some sort of explanation behind the question.

Thankfully, she did not try to question why they would want to avoid eating the peculiar dish.

“Well, no. You never have to eat something if you don’t want to. There’s some leftover rice in the fridge to make a lazy stir fry with, if you’d prefer that. Or whatever else you might want.” Ayala replied, making sure to remind the animatronic that he need not eat something if he did not wish to eat it. They had the choice to consume things that they enjoyed.

Being told this admittedly relieved Sun, who seemed to let out a sigh.

What followed was a brief moment of silence, before the woman decided to try and change the subject.

“So. What did you think of the book?” She inquired, admittedly somewhat curious as to what the animatronics had thought of her story.

“Oh! Thanks for asking, I almost forgot! The book was lovely~ Very different from anything we ever read at Fazbear. Very creative~” Sun replied, quite happy to go along with the change of subject.

Even if it was just a distraction, it was a pleasant distraction.

The woman offered an idle hum in response, finishing up with the main aspect of her supper. All that was left was to make some garlic toast to eat it with.

“That was the first book I ever published... Got really lucky with it. Had almost no sales for the first six months, then it just flew off the shelves. If I’m remembering right, a couple schools bought a bunch of the books en masse at a discount. They needed cheap books to give away at some sort of event.” Ayala explained, opening up about her past to some degree. “A bunch of kids wound up really liking the story, and it just progressed from there. Published another batch once there was a demand, then sat down and started writing other books.” She added, explaining how it was that her job as a story writer started.

This, admittedly, made Sun happy. He liked the idea of her being comfortable enough with him to trust him with details about herself. The good or the bad. Given how reluctant she was to discuss her past with anyone, any amount of unprompted disclosure was welcome.

“Well. I look forward to reading the rest~ Which one should I read next~?” Sun responded, asking the woman which book she would recommend he read next.

Ayala offered a hum in response to this, seemingly in thought.

“Well... Let's see. I believe ‘Why the Moon Wanes’ was the next story in the series, and after that it was ‘How the Sky gained its Stars’... Or, no. No, it was ‘Why the Moon Wanes’ followed by ‘Perils of the Sunlight’, then I wrote ‘How the Sky gained its Stars’. Sorry, I get things a bit mixed up. All of the books are a continuation of the first story, but they jump perspectives. So there’s multiple linear paths.” Ayala explained, giving Sun a rough idea of which books he should read in what order.

The animatronic smiled in response, making sure to take special note of those specific book titles.

“Well, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind~” Sun responded happily.

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The Cliffs

Chapter 1 of Is that all Mr Gutierrez? Serise

Master list

Well well here we go. Time for some Javi G.

Thank you all for voting in my Poll. I’m very happy but also a little shocked the Javi Gutierrez actually won, but I’m not complaining. Ooooh no. Because I have a huge master plan for Javi G. This is going to be very very fun, to write & properly character develop the people involved.

Chapter 1 synopsis: your diary hold all your secrets, including who you are crushing on. & yet you want your teenage dream with J to come true, maybe it did tonight at the cliffs?

This chapter is in a diary format for a young reader who will age & be the lead. I think there might be one more of these in the series, but this will not be regular. It will revert to you & Javi.

Word count: 800

Warning: underaged drinking, kissing, flirting, pining, mention of things to come & dreams & wants, slight anger, secrets. The reader is under age for drinking & sex & Javi G is for drinking. Probably best not to read if your under 18 as I know where I’m going to go with this series.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome.

See you soon for chapter 2

Dear diary

I kissed him today

Yes I did

It finally happened

For the last 2 years I’ve wanted to kiss him & today in a game of truth or dare, I did just that, my dream came true

I’m pretty sure J was expecting me to do something else but I didn’t

I can’t believe I actually just had my first kiss…

We were sitting on the side of the cliffs watching the sun set eating burgers like we do every Friday evening while my parents & his have dinner & do business at our hotel

We met over 2 years ago on these exact cliffs when he was running away from his bullying older cousin & I was here with my dad fishing

He looked scared but we helped him get home

He’s 2 years older than me

But he’s still really sweet

He’s not like any of the other boys in my class at school

We just get on

& now our parents work together we just get to hang out a lot more

I’ve only told you diary & my own pen friend back home in England that I have a crush on him

I like it when he holds my hand

I want to know if he fancies me too

So we went to the cliffs

& ate our burgers & watched the sun set & talked about school

I’ve got my exams in the summer he’s got his last few to before he goes to university on the main land, his dads orders, he needs to know business to be able to take over the family business one day, im surprised he doesn’t need farming, with the number of olive trees & other crops they grow.

But we were talking about that & then he asked if I wanted to play truth or dare

Usually the final dare is us both chickening out of leaping over the cliffs, it’s such a long way down

But there we sat drinking the carton of sangria we sneaked out of my parents kitchen getting giggly & stupid & tipsy

My parents don’t mind me drinking they know I can cope

J then after few rounds dared me to do the thing I was most scared of

I’m sure he thought I would try & jump off the cliffs finally

But I didn’t

Maybe it was the sangria

But I kissed him quick

Our lips probably only touched for 5 seconds but it was what I wanted to do

It’s all I’ve wanted to do from the age of 13

Kiss Javi Gutierrez

He laughed when we finished & said I needed practice

I did say we could try again & he laughed

He told me I was sweet & pretty

But should think about if this is what I want

He then did kiss my cheek back

It was so soft

He held my hand & we talked

& then we did both just run & jump off the cliffs

Such a drop

So huge

But it was fun

I felt like I was being reborn swimming in the water

Splashing J

Laughing

Watching the sun disappear

We got in trouble though

We got back to my parents hotel

After my curfew

Both soaked

Both a little drunk

Javis dad was not happy

My parents weren’t either to start with but they laughed later when I told them what happened, they have always been very understanding

My mum thought it was cute but both mum & dad told me to be careful around boys now I’m getting older

I’m now sitting in my bed writing to you diary

No one else needs to know about how special tonight truly was

When Javi returns from university in 3 years I will probably be at my own university

But I hope he still looks as sweet as he did today

I want to ask him for a proper kiss

Like they do in the movies

Like married people do

I want to have a conversation which will lead to us talking all night & maybe just maybe more…

Ooh diary do all 15 year olds feel like this after their first kiss?

Will all my kisses be that short & quick?

I hope not

I hope to have so so many more

& I hope most of them are with J

He puts on this brave face for the rest of the world knowing one day he will take over the family business

But to me he will always be just 14 year old J who I met 2 & a bit years ago

With those big brown eyes & hair he can’t control & the sweetest smile

Diary can you fall in love with someone after a first kiss? Because I think I have!!!

Chapter 2

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Tropical Fish (JoJo's Bizzare Adventure smut)

Kakyoin had spent a good portion of the morning trying to get ready for her plans for the day. Her hair was perfectly curled, her outfit fitting for the fall winds, being an ankle long, tight turtleneck dress in an olive green color. Her body was prominent in the dress as it hugged her curves perfectly, as most of her clothes did for being an hourglass shaped woman. A light spritz of jasmine and vanilla perfume along with a quick application of light red, cherry flavored lip gloss was the finishing touch, as she anxiously walked out of her bathroom to head to her office to wait for her date.

Her office was a bit of a mess to some, but to her the chaos was welcomed because it was hers. A corner of the room next to a slightly cracked open window was a very loved easel with a half finished painting of a beautiful tree she had seen weeks prior on a solitary walk, its picture hanging next to it, tacked to the wall. On the adjacent side of her office was her unorganized library on a multitude of topics that ranged from gardening to history and even romance. She eyed the painting for possible changes to clear her mind from the anxiety she felt surrounding the date. She had known him a long time, having gone to school together, and even attending the same college, but she still felt a sense of bashfulness, and fear of embarrassment.

The buzzing of her phone made her jump a bit, a text reading appeared on the screen. “I’m here.” The redhead quickly exited her office, the small kitten heels she wore made a busy clicking noise as she scurried to find her purse. Once her phone was placed into her small black purse, she took a deep breath and headed for the front door. Once she opened it, she was greeted with the muscled chest of the man she was waiting for. Her eyes flicked upwards to look at her guest and she smiled wide. He was wearing a leather jacket with a plain black t-shirt and matching black jeans, a very simple outfit but one that hugged him so perfectly. His physique was incredible, the definition of statuesque and Kakyoin was undeniably attracted to him. “Good morning JoJo.” She said happily as his blue eyes locked with her lavender ones. His normally stoic face formed a smile and his booming deep voice spoke. “Hello Kakyoin.” In his arms was a small bouquet of flowers, giving off a soft floral smell, his arms extending to hold them out for her to take. The womens eyes lit up and she took them from him, “Wow, thank you, that's very kind of you.” She politely turned to the apartment's small kitchenette to find a vase. The flowers were placed in an art deco style vase that sat in the middle of her small two person table. “This is the first time I’ve ever received any flowers.” Kakyoin was beaming at him as he held open the door for her so they could leave for the destination.

Jotaro’s car was clean and sleek, a nice black sports car that Kakoyin had called the “BatMobile” on a few occasions. In a gentleman like fashion he opened the door for her, holding onto her hand to guide her into the low riding vehicle. Once inside, Jotaro gestured to the cup holders and said, “I got you a chocolate latte. I know it's your favorite when it comes to the stuff.” He elected to get a plain black coffee, enjoying the bitterness. Kakoyin reached for the cup, unable to stop smiling since he arrived. “How thoughtful, thank you JoJo.” She took a small sip of the hot liquid, red liprints marking the cup. “So where are we going today?” She asked, the date in itself being led by the male next to her. “The Aquarium” He said before taking a big swig of his drink, eyes focused on the road. Kakyoin replied, “Oh wow, I love the Aquarium.” She said as her eyes wandered to the passing buildings. The feeling of a hand was felt on her thigh, her eyes quickly flickering to the contact area. Jotaro had reached over to rub against her thigh lightly, still not looking at her. Kakoyin was new to physical contact, not being a virgin but still being one who valued her modesty. Her body felt the heat his hand brought and it was comforting in its own right. The red head's hand moved to meet his, a light pink blush forming on her cheeks as her thumb caressed the others knuckles softly. Jotaro didn’t say anything, merely smiling for a moment as the entrance to their destination came into view.

Once inside and passed admission, the two of them finally entered the tank-filled room that held the homes of the many fish that swam around in the bubbling waters. The light was dim and there were not many people there on a Wednesday morning. Kakyoin was staring in wonder at the colorful little beings that floated in front of her eyes. “Wow, the colors always seem to amaze me.” She said softly, not wanting to be too loud. Jotaro was close behind her, easily looking above her head at the fish. “Yeah, it's beautiful.” His eyes flicked from the fish to the woman in front of him. “Very beautiful.” He said, this time in regards to her, knowing she wouldn't understand since she was too entranced by colors to notice.

“Look at that one Jojo!” She said, pulling out her phone to take a picture of her discovery, making sure the flash was off. It was a small red and blue fish with small black stripes that looked like scratches along its side.It was in a group of about seven, the group staying close to a small piece of coral. Jotaro nodded and said. “That's a flame angel fish. They are native to the Pacific and are extremely popular because of their color.” Kakyoin nodded as she soaked in the information he shared. “It’s very pretty. If I was able to keep a fishtank in my tiny apartment, I’d definitely want a few of those.” Jotaro nodded in agreement. “Red sure is a beautiful color.” He said as he looked at the curl that bounced against her cheek while she wasn’t looking.

After a few moments of perusing the tanks with the smaller fish, they had made it to the tank with the larger animals, in this case dolphins. The squeaking and clicking noises they created made Kakyoin chuckle softly, watching them chase each other and breach the surface every so often. “These creatures are so intelligent, it's so crazy to me how they even have their own dialects and patterns of noises, though I know you already knew that.” She chuckled again, this time from her nervous rambling. Jotaro paid no mind to her stating a fact and nodded. “Yeah, they are intelligent. Too intelligent sometimes. Kakoyin laughed as a dolphin swam towards them, and made hard eye contact with Jotaro. After an intense staring contest between the two, the dolphin swam away in draft. The red head laughed and said. “Wait, come back! You guys can be best friends!” Jotaro sucked his teeth and smiled before placing arm around her shoulder. “Ha. Ha”

During the rest of their outing, Jotaro was finding it hard to not notice the aestically pleasing parts of her body and face. Her lips always pulled back perfectly to reveal her genuine smile, her curl bounced at every step and her perfume was seeping into the depths of his brain. He couldn’t deny that his eyes had wandered to the more innaportiae portions of her, noting how her thighs moved in within the confines of her dress, the curve of her back that lead to her plump ass, and how her breasts bounced when she walked faster to get closeJor to the tanks in excitement. He made sure to keep his look a secret, only taking the time to oogle her when his back was turned. They had exited through the gift shop of the Aquarium, Kakoyin having purchased them matching dolphin stuffed animals, her pink and his black. They reached his car and he opened the door for her once more, entering and starting. “Would you like to take a walk in the park?” He wanted to extend his time with her as long as possible, and was relieved when she nodded at him. “I’d love to.” She said,

The leaves danced around the grassy fields of the park when they arrived, Kakoyin taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as her date rounded the car to her. Jotaros hand grasped hers, causing her to make a small noise of surprise as he brought them forward towards a small stand that sold concessions. “Is it wrong that I want ice cream?” Kakyoin replied and said, “I love eating ice cream when it's cold out, so I definitely wouldn’t mind.” Jotaro nodded at her and pulled out his wallet, electing to pay for the entirety of their date, with no hesitation, even when Kakyoin was miffed he wouldn’t let her pay for their dolphins.

The pair sat on a bench, casually enjoying their treat and watching a small pond filled with ducks flapping and floating around their home. Jotaro had slightly regretted electing to pick a food like ice cream, his eyes unable to leave his dates lips as she licked the creamy cone. The action of her pink tongue lapping at the treat made him weak in the knees, wanting to feel the warmth against his own tongue. She hadn’t noticed his staring, more focused on the scenery. A drip of ice cream was melting down the cone, reaching her fingers and coating her skin in a sweet trail. Kakyoins placed her finger into her mouth to clean it, the action breaking the man next to her internally.

He boldly spoke, his voice a little deeper than normal. “Can I have a taste?” He said, his body leaning into hers slowly. Kakyoin nodded obliviously turning her head to watch him, holding out the cone. Jotaros hand moved the cone out of the way gently and leaned into her face, placing a small kiss on her lips. Kakyoin was stunned by the action, freezing softly to process the situation. Once her brain figured out what was happening, her eyes fell shut and she kissed him back, her free hand moving to his thigh for something to hold onto.

The action of Kakyoin kissing him back made Jotaro’s facade melt further, his lips pulling back softly before kissing her over and over again. His heart raced when her hand rubbed at his thigh and he instinctively pressed their bodies together, feeling her large breast against his hard pecs. Once they both needed oxygen, they pulled away and their surroundings became clear once more. The ice cream in Kakyoin’s hands was melting all over her hands and the ground under it, and they were still very much in the public eye. Kakyoin was panting softly from how long the kissing session was, ignoring how sticky her hand felt. While the location was public, Jotaro knew that couldn’t stop him, standing up from the bench and grabbing her by the hand and pulling her up with him. Kakyoin knew he had something in mind, and with the dull need she felt in her core present, she would follow him wherever he wanted. “Ditch that, I’ll buy you more later.” He said in a serious tone, and Kakyoin obliged, tossing the cone into a nearby trash can, happy they remembered to grab napkins.

Jotaro was headed for a trail entrance before he looked down and spided the shoes she was wearing, stopping for a moment and releasing her hand. “Hold on tightly.” Kakyoin cocked her head to the side in confusion before Jotaro got onto one knee and grasped her by the hips, and heaved her over his shoulder. Kakoyin let out a squeal of surprise before settling on his shoulder, her ass pointed towards the sky. Jotaros right hand held onto the mid of her thigh to hold her steady as he began walking once more. “I don’t want you to get your nice shoes dirty.” He said to her, Kakyoin was a little unsure about being carried but was appreciative nonetheless. “Thank you, but a better warning next time would be great.” She said jokingly. Jotaro nodded, his eyes set on trying to get deep enough into the trail to get what he was aiming for.

A small clearing was spotted and he made his way to a tree that looked especially smooth and sturdy looking. He positioned them so they could easily be seen by hikers and pulled her from his shoulder onto the ground. Kakoyin was unsure of what to do next but she soon got an idea when her companion dropped to his knees once more, his hands eagerly moving to the hem of her dress, shimming it up a bit. Kakyoin felt a rush of embarrassment and said, “W-wait!”, her hands balled at her sides. Jotaro looked up at her and smiled. His hands stopped pushing the dress up until it was at her mid thigh, making sure his thumbs ran down her thighs as he removed them from her. After her thighs were exposed, he removed his jacket and placed it against the tree so her pretty dress wouldn’t be ruined by the bark. In a swift motion he gripped the back of her legs and slid her up the tree, wrapping her legs around his waist. Kakyoin's face was still a blushing red, her arms wrapping around his neck to hold herself up, knowing he was strong enough to hold two of her with little effort. Their lips meet once more, this time with more passion behind them.

With his hips and the tree supporting most of her weight, his hands were free to move to unchartered territory. They began at her shoulders, massaging them in a comforting way, knowing she was stuck in her mind's prison and needed some coaxing. They moved to her sides, lightly caressing the side of her breasts before slowly moving to her chest. Kakyoin let out a soft whimper as his hands massaged her large breasts, his fingers slowly kneading her soft and squishy skin. Jotaro pulled back for air and whispered, “You taste so good and you feel so soft…” into her lips before claiming them again. Kakyoin felt dizzy from all the contact, letting her date take the lead. Jotaros was cursing the fact that she wore a long dress, wanting to feel how silky her nipples felt before they were stimulated and hardened. One of his hands moved to her side and rubbed softly, while the other continued to knead at her breasts, not wanting her to stop the whimpers she made, even for a second. The free hand made their way to her ass and began to knead at her plush asscheeks, almost in shock at how perfect her body was. Kakyoin was squirming under him, her body being touched in places it hardly ever was, and in a desperate way that delighted her. She viewed the man in front of her like a Greek god, perfect in every way she could imagine, having admittedly having a crush on him since they were teenagers. She had imagined this moment for years and it was finally happening, here in the middle of the woods.

Jotaro’s hands were getting anxious to explore more, and to see what noises she could elicit from her sweet lips. “Can I try something?” She said huskily into her lips. Kakyoin was a bit afraid of what he meant and gulped softly. “N-not too much, okay?” and Jotaro nodded. “ I just want to feel you.” He said as his hand dipped into her dress, his fingers rubbing circles into her thighs. His lips moved to her neck, biting the fabric of her turtleneck to get at her flesh, and once they reached their destination, he began biting and licking at her soft and sensitive throat. Kakyoin let out a moan as she was being ravished by his lips, whimpering his nickname every so often. Her eyes closed, and her head leaned back to give him the most access to her neck. His wandering fingers moved to her panties, a thumb rubbing at her slit between the fabric. The red head moaned louder, and said. “J-JoJo, please!” He chuckled into her neck and said. “Please keep going? Anything you want Kakyoin.” She huffed but was distracted by his fingers pushing her panties to the side and his thumb began to swipe at her labia. She was wet and the feeling made Jotaro sigh with pleasure into her wet neck. “Your pussy is so wet for me.” He whispered into her ear, her face lighting up with a blush, her eyes looking away in embarrassment. “J-Jotaro!” She huffed as he replied with a chuckle. “You like it when I talk to you like that don’t you? I can feel you getting wetter.” Kakoyoins hands moved to her face to cover it and she was met with a noise of disapproval from the man in front of her. “Nu uh, I want to see the look on your face as I continue. Please.” His plea made the red head weak, slowly moving her hands to his shoulders, her eyes finally meeting his once more. The hunger she saw was intense and it was driving her entire body mad.

Jotaros fingers had moved to her clit and were making small circles with his fingers, hearing the sound of his fingers rubbing at the wetness mixed with her mews of pleasure. She was having issues looking at him, so his free hand moved to grab her cheeks, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful when you're being pleased..” He said candidly. “ I can’t get enough of you.” Kakyoin was whimpering and she replied to him and she said. “T-thank you, hearing you say that makes me weak.” Feeling a flutter in her chest as he gave her a smile. The man's fingers stopped rubbing in circles and had positioned two fingers to press into her vagina, pushing them into her hole with ease from the excessive lubrication. “Jotaro…” She whispered as his thick fingers moved inside of her. His thumb moved back to her clit and he began moving his fingers quickly, her mouth opening in an O shape as she began moaning loudly with each thrust of his hands. His knuckles collided with her pussy lips, making sure to not bruise her delicate skin. With a curl of his fingers he began to pump as fast as possible, slowly lowering them so she had one foot on the ground, holding her right thigh upwards. “Hold this up please, I’ll make sure you don’t fall, I promise.” Kakoyin nodded and held her thigh up, holding her trembling leg upwards like she was told.

Jotaro was on his knees, and reluctantly removed his hands from her wet hole, bringing both hands to her panties. He gripped them with both hands to one side and tore them easily, making Kakyoin almost yip. He shushed her when she began to gripe and moved to the other side to do the same until they were completely removed. Once she was bare from the waist down, his hands moved back to her pussy, slipping inside her once more. His free hand moved to the spot above her womb on her torso and pressed gently. Kakyoin was a mess in his hands, thankful the pressing of her stomach was keeping her inplace. He dug his fingers deep into her pussy and began rocking his fingers back and forth, battering at a special spot inside of her. “This might feel strange for a moment, and I’m not going to stop, but I promise it’ll feel amazing.” Kakyoin was too busy inthralld by her body being pleased to care, and nodded at him. Jotaro began moving his hand as fast as he could, watching Kakyoin's face twist in pleasure.

Kakyoin could feel a very strange feeling building in her core, like an orgasm but more intense. A pressure was building in her pelvis and she started to shake her head as she felt a rushing of fluids threaten to burst from her. “Wait, wait, wait wai-!” She was cut off by him shushing her and he leaned in to nip at her hip. “ It’s okay, just let it happen.” He said into her skin. His fingers didnt stop and he moved to the side of her, as he felt her pussy tighten hard. Kakoyin was wailing in pleasure as her pussy began gushing fluids, the liquid dripping and squirting out of her. She was loudly calling out his name and her hand had found his hair to run through as he continued to finger her into overstimulation. A smile was plastered on his face as he didn’t take her eyes off of her face for a second of her orgasm. Once she was pushing his hands away from the stimulation and her whimpers turned into desperate cries, he stopped, kissing her thighs softly before standing and looking over her. Kakyoin's face had a slightly tired look on it, as he kissed her lips but on the inside she felt the most alive she had ever felt. He pulled out napkins from his jacket pocket and cleaned off her dripping thighs and his hand before shimming her skirt down. “Did that feel good?” He said to her as he kissed her once more. She replied with a nod and held onto his cheeks for a moment. “So good, my body has never done that before.” She admitted. He smiled and dropped to his knee once more to sling her over his shoulder. “Well I’m glad, but I’m not done with you just yet.” He said in a mysterious tone, walking towards the direction of his vehicle. Kakyoin snickered, snuggling her body into his shoulder as he carried her like cargo once more. “Home run on the first date? What kind of woman am I?” She said jokingly, her partners chuckling softly in return. He still had plans for her, and the day wasn’t over yet. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42202563/chapters/105957531)

(This is my first fic in yeaaaarrrsss pls be kind to me lmao)

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