#tee & I didn’t get along and were very mean to each other on a daily basis

[callmemana]

Birdie’s Tweets:

Does anyone else remember having a recorder (the instrument) and to get on their siblings nerves you’d play that one screeching note until you ran outta breath and then started again? No just me?

Love, Birdie

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August 24, 2023

[muchadoaboutbucky]

all the time in the world | oneshot

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Native American!Reader WORD COUNT: 3,954 WARNINGS: slow burn, eventual smut, fluff, minor injury NOTE: Imagine if Bucky hadn’t been injured in Civil War and went on the run with everyone else. The reader’s face claim is Crystle Lightning. I also used Sebastian’s “Destroyer” look for inspiration as well. Enjoy!

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It’s been six months since Siberia. Six long, rough months of dodging the government and living off the grid. No phones, no computers, no connection to the outside world other than the daily newspapers you manage to pick up. 

Living in close quarters isn’t the easiest. The jet doesn’t have the best sleeping quarters, just five open bunks on the lower level. The other two have become storage, a cluttered mess of papers and empty weapons boxes and ammunition that has yet to be organized. 

It doesn’t help that you and Bucky have become a little more than friends.

He’s become different since you went on the run. He’s quiet, broody, and absolutely merciless when it comes to getting a mission done. To say the sight of the former assassin taking down the bad guys with nothing but a couple weapons and his bare metal hand doesn’t get you all kinds of riled up. 

The five of you have just finished up a weekend in Portugal. A weapons bust had gone almost perfectly to plan, with the small exception of you getting a bullet graze on your thigh from one of the barely-alive arms dealers on your way out the door. You’d hit the ground hard, and before you could say anything or make a move to recover, Bucky scooped you off the ground and took the fire escape all the way up to the roof and into the jet without a second glance back.

Fortunately the medical bay’s been fully restocked, and Nat quickly gets you on the examining table while Sam takes off, the jet’s cloaking technology vanishing instantly into the dark three-am sky.

“Suit off,” Nat directs, reaching into one of the storage cupboards for a prepped cleaning kit. You strip out of your suit, wincing as the fabric grazes your wound. Natasha bends to examine the wound, gently pressing along the edges with a gloved finger.

“No stitches, please,” you mutter.

“Nope, you won’t need those.” Nat grabs an antiseptic wipe. “Just some bandages and you’ll need to take it easy for a couple days.”

You grumble. “Gross.”

“Could be worse.” Nat dabs the antiseptic wipe along the thin red line of your injury, and you wince, trying not to jerk away. “So… you and Barnes, huh?”

You frown, glancing down at the shimmer of her red hair. “What?”

She chuckles. “He carried you outta there like his ass was on fire. You two’ve been dancing around each other for a couple months.”

Your cheeks flush hot. “We just… it’s complicated.”

“How complicated can it be?” She smiles. “Two people like each other, they go out on a couple dates, maybe they fall in love.”

“It’s not like we have a lot in common,” you explain. “It’s just fooling around, right now, at least.”

If ‘fooling around’ counts as the time he pinned you up against the side of the jet and kissed the shit out of you with his thigh between your legs… or the time he’d waited for everyone else to be occupied with organizing the weapons closet before tugging your panties aside and sliding two fingers deep inside—

“You don’t have to bond over all the bad stuff.” She tosses the wipe into the trash and peels the wrapping off a patch of gauze. “Maybe you have small similarities. Maybe you both like chocolate, maybe you used to go to the same park as kids. It’s the little things.”

As slick and smart as she is, Natasha has no idea about the dirty things you and Bucky have done in the dark.

“I’m just not sure it would work.” You peer down when she lays a pair of large Band-Aids over the patch of gauze. “He’s a little more rough around the edges than I am, he’s still adjusting to this whole modern-life thing, I’m not sure saying ‘hey, you wanna be my boyfriend’ in the middle of it would be smart.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Oh please, he knows what he wants, he’s just afraid to ask for it. Men are like that.”

The privacy curtain slides back, and you and Natasha look up so fast you both nearly get whiplash. Bucky’s standing there, eyes wide as he takes in the full sight of you sitting on the table, clothed only in a plain black bra and panties. 

“Oh.” He swallows, and his cheeks flush bright red. “Never mind, I was just—”

Natasha grins. “Barnes, if you have something to say—”

The curtain swishes shut, and the heavy tread of his boots fades away. You giggle, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He’s never seen you this degree of undressed before, much less seen a naked woman in the last several decades. 

“Teach him how to knock,” Natasha jokes, sweeping the used kit into the trash and tugging her gloves off. “I’ll grab you some clothes, we don’t need all the men stroking out from seeing a pair of boobs.”

***

You emerge from the medical room dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tee shirt. Steve and Sam are settled comfortably in the pilots’ seats, and Natasha herself has changed into flannel pants and a one of the tee shirts she’s stolen from Sam. 

Bucky’s nowhere to be found.

“We’ll find somewhere to land in a couple hours,”  Steve says, glancing back at you. “How’s your leg, kid?”

“Hurts, but I’ve had worse.” You offer a smile before turning to Nat. “Where’s Bucky?” you ask her silently. 

“Downstairs,” she replies, the corner of her mouth turning up into a little smirk. “Alone.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks burning as you head to the descending ladder for the lower level. Bucky’s sitting on the floor, earphones on, eyes closed. He somehow hears you approach, because he opens his eyes and reaches up to pull the scuffed headphones off and pause the old cassette player clutched in his left hand.

You’re so used to him being big and strong and dominant. Now he just seems… weary. A side you don’t see very often.

“Hi.” You slide down to sit next to him. “It’s late, Nat and I are going to bed, you should wash up and get some rest.”

“I’m not tired,” he replies softly. 

“Are you worried about walkin’ in on me half naked?” you ask, reaching up to run your fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head. Since almost shaving it off, it’s grown back, and he almost looks like he used to back in his time.

His cheeks flush. “You were a little more than half naked.”

“It’s not a problem, I didn’t mind.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “You look exhausted, you should really get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.” Bucky sets the cassette player and headphones on the floor next to him. “Been trying to get some alone time with you for a long time, and tonight when you went down… I just got a lot of ‘what if’s’ goin’ on in my head.”

You hum. “I’m fine. My leg hurts and Nat’s gonna kill me if I don’t take it easy, but—”

“I wanna take you somewhere.” He turns to face you. “I hate dancin’ around like this, and I get that it’s risky for us to be… involved, or whatever we’re trying to be, but…” he swipes his tongue over his lower lip, “I think we deserve one night where we aren’t gonna be sleeping in these stupid bunks. Just you and me.”

You wrap your fingers through his warm metal ones. “We do have that tent in the storage cupboard… we could make a camping night of it?”

He sighs. “I want a real bed. In a real… house, or hotel, or whatever, but I wanna be alone with you. We deserve that, we’ve been playing back and forth for the last six months and I’m tired of it.”

Smiling, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “What else do you want?”

He lets out a soft breath before tipping his head back against the wall. “I wanna make love to you, and I can’t do that in a stupid little bunk where three other people can see us.”

You stifle a flustered giggle in his chest. “We can still fool around, Bucky.”

He grunts, dissatisfied. “Can’t you pretend your leg is worse than it is and they can drop us off somewhere?”

“I don’t know, they’ve seen me walking just fine.”

“You could be in shock and not know how bad it is.”

“Bucky.” You slide onto his lap and cup his face. “I’ve been in shock before, several times, and I’m not in shock.”

He smiles lazily, skimming his hands up your sides. “Really? You look a little cold.”

“Because we’re at fifteen-thousand feet,” you kiss him softly, wincing when your bandage pulls, “and Sam’s slacking on fixing the temperature regulator.”

“Maybe I should take you somewhere with a fireplace.” He peers at you through the dim light. “I could do a lot with that.”

“Oh yeah?” You run a finger over his cheek. “Like what?”

He grins wolfishly. “Put some blankets out in front of the fire… get you all warm and toasty before I make love to you.”

You bite your lip, shifting on his lap. “Bucky…”

“Hmm?”

“Hearing you talk about making love to me isn’t making the fact that I really want that right now any better.”

He chuckles. “I can be quick, you know that.”

“I’m not having our first time on the jet floor.” You stand up, pulling on his metal arm. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

He stands obediently, eyes raking up your bare thighs and the bandage on as he rises. “You know, you look really hot with a bandage on your thigh.”

“Oh, so you’re glad I got shot?”

“I didn’t say that.” He wraps his arms around your waist. “I mean I like seein’ you with things on your thighs. Holsters… those thigh-high socks you wore a month ago, that made me…” he shivers and digs his fingers into your hips.

“Freak,” you giggle. “Bucky, if you don’ let me go...”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Mmm.” You slip a teasing finger into his belt.

He grins, slowly backing you up until your shoulders press against the steel wall. In a playful attempt to duck away, you try to slip just to his left, and warm metal wraps around your arm, pinning you firmly in place. 

“Hold on,” he mutters, “you think you can just do that and walk away?”

You let out a long, soft moan when he presses his lips to yours, stepping up so close you can feel the firm heat of his body. Your fingers twist in his shirt, and he slots a knee between your thighs, careful to avoid your injured one as flesh fingers twist into your hair. He hums when you give an instinctual push of your hips against the rough fabric of his pants, and you 

“Better rest up, then, honey.”

You giggle when he lands a firm swat on your ass and scamper up the ladder, heaving yourself onto the upper level with Bucky close behind you. The grin on Bucky’s face earns you a quizzical look from Sam, but you roll your eyes and head down to your bunk, making sure that nobody can see before stretching up on your toes and giving Bucky a goodnight kiss. 

***

The jolt of the jet landing just over four hours later wakes you. You sit up, almost banging your head on the top of your bunk, and curse Sam for winning Rock Paper Scissors for the top one. You emerge blearily, shoving your privacy curtain aside with a grimace as a ray of sunlight smacks you in the face.

“Ow,” you mutter as Sam drops down from the bunk above you, “what time is it?”

“It’s late morning,” Steve replies, emerging from the cockpit. “We’re in Austria. Found us a place to lay low for a couple days. We’re gonna have to do a little bit of hiking and wear disguises when we check in, but the jet’s on stealth mode. Town’s about a twenty-minute walk away.”

Town. Thank God.

The four of you stumble around, stuffing things into your bags and checking your nanomasks before stepping off the jet. It’s a brisk morning, and you tug a jacket over your shoulders as you take in your surroundings. 

Steve’s touched down in a large field of flowers. The jet’s invisible to your eye when the hatch closes, and you set off to the East, keeping your heads low as you head into a more-populated area and onto busy streets. There’s a market across from the closest hotel, and you make a note to sneak out and get some of the pretty fruits and breads on display.

When you get up to the counter, Steve shoves a wad of cash from his duffel bag at the attendant and asks for two rooms, which you get with a three-night guarantee.

“Okay,” Sam murmurs once you’re in the elevator heading up to your floor, “who shares with who? I’m not havin’ Barnes hogging all the covers again.”

“Mmm, you won’t.” Natasha slips you a sly look. “Barnes and Y/N together, I’ll share with Steve, so you, Sam, can have all the covers you want.”

You cast a quick glance at Bucky and find his cheeks stained bright pink. “That’s fine,” you cover when he fails to respond, “we’re gonna get some rest anyway.”

Nat smirks when the elevator doors slide open, and you roll your eyes before accepting the key card Steve offers you. “Sure, sure,” she replies, “make sure it’s a good rest.”

You give her a playful glare as she follows Steve and Sam into their room and closes the door, leaving you and Bucky to slip into your room across the hall with burning faces.

It’s definitely not the biggest—or best—room that you’ve ever stayed in, but it’ll do the trick. The bed is king-sized, with several lumpy-looking pillows stacked on a thin white comforter. You set your bag down on the floor and toe off your boots, stretching your arms over your head while Bucky goes to inspect the bathroom. 

“It’s not bad,” he calls out, “just a shower stall, no tub.”

“That’s good enough for me.” You tug a fresh set of clothes out of your duffel and snag your almost-empty toiletries from the front pocket. “You wanna go first, or…”

“Nah, you.” He runs a hand up your back and leans in to press his lips against yours. “I’m gonna try and get some shut-eye. I never sleep well on the jet.”

You hum against his mouth, grateful for the sudden solitude. “I’ll be out in fifteen. Knock if you need anything, ‘kay?”

He smiles and slumps down on the bed, watching you slip into the bathroom and leave the door slightly ajar. 

The water pressure isn’t too bad. It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to properly clean up, and your hair gets washed thoroughly, pits get shaved, well… everything that isn’t permanently done gets shaved, and you emerge from the steam-filled shower dressed in panties and a tee shirt, towel held to the now-exposed wound on your thigh. Bucky’s stretched out on the bed, a pillow tucked under his head, eyes closed. The medical kit’s in his bag, and you tug it free and watch one crystal-blue eye open as you perch on the edge of the bed.

“How’s that?” His eyes rake over the bare skin of your thigh as you pull it away to inspect the slowly-scabbing graze. 

“Healing.” You gently poke at the angry bruise along the side and wince. “I still need to bandage it.”

Bucky sighs, watching you tug out a roll of gauze and tape. “Want some help with that?”

You smile gladly in return. “Please?”

“You got it.” He slides off the bed and reaches for the paper-wrapped supplies. Nimble fingers tear open the packets, and you lean back as he kneels on the carpet, flesh hand gently splayed out against your knee as he gently lowers a folded strip of cause to cover the exposed flesh. Medical tape snaps off between his teeth, and you watch him lay four strips, one on each side until he’s satisfied that your injury is sufficiently protected. 

“Thanks.” You reach over and rub the top of his head. “So walking in on me in just my bra and panties didn’t… that didn’t bother you?”

He chuckles. “No, it didn’t bother me. Just surprised me.”

You giggle. “Really? ‘Cause you looked like a total virgin.”

“Shush.” He kisses your knee and gazes up at you, eyes wide and almost deceivingly innocent. “Not a virgin, honey, just… you look hot in that suit, and seeing you out of it was… a shock. Good shock.”

***

The rest of the day passes slowly, with you and Bucky dozing in and out of naps until Sam knocks on the door, asking if Bucky wants to go to the market outside. You watch him leave, donning his nanomask and swiping a couple bills from the plastic bag he keeps in his duffel before slipping out the door. 

He’s back in an hour, carrying a large paper bag full of what looks like bread and fruit and all kinds of goodies. You eat slowly, sneaking kisses between bites of fresh, juicy watermelon for a mock-dessert. 

Around six, Natasha comes by, inviting you to the other room for a much better dinner of pizza and drinks… which, as it turns out, hasn’t even been delivered yet. You and Bucky spend the first ten minutes enduring innuendo from Natasha, which Steve is quick to defend, although he snorts at one comment about peaches that makes Bucky choke on his bottle of ale.

The pizza finally arrives, three boxes to cater to two supersoldier appetites, and you’re able to unwind, laughing and joking and teasing each other until it’s late and Sam starts to yawn incessantly. You and Bucky make an excuse for being tired as well, and Natasha watches you leave with a glimmer in her eye as the door swings shut.

The moment you and Bucky are safely tucked in the seclusion of your room, he pulls you into his arms and plants a warm, sweet kiss on your lips.

“Baby,” he breathes, “we only got three nights here and I… I wanna take you, tonight…”

You giggle. “Bucky, we’re not in your time anymore. You can tell me what you want.”

He swallows, metal fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. “I wanna make love with you.”

You roll your eyes and wind your arms around his neck. “Is that all?”

He grumbles. “Baby, you’re making it harder than it needs to be.”

“Sorry.” You stretch up on your toes and kiss him again, hips rubbing deliciously against his. “Only thing I need to be hard is this… and looks like you’re way ‘head of me.”

Bucky groans, breaking away to tug your shirt over your head. “If you keep doing that, you’re not gonna feel it for a while.”

You bite your lip, watching him strip his own shirt and toss it to the ground. Before you can do anything else, he lifts you up, careful to avoid your injured thigh, and lays you out on the bed, reaching for your pajama shorts and tugging them down to leave you in just a plain pair of panties. 

Now he’s nervous, you can see it in his eyes. He’s had you open before, got his fingers wet inside your pussy, and kissed the shit out of you until you could barely breathe, but he’s never had you completely naked and exposed.

“Hey.” You reach for his hand, guiding it to the little blue bow between your hips. “It’s okay, baby.”

He chuckles, easing his fingers beneath the elastic and watching with held breath as he teases them down, letting them fall off the edge of the bed with a soft pat. His palms smooth down the insides of your thighs, spreading you open, and when he trails the pad of his thumb over your clit and you press your hips up to get closer, he lets out a strangled groan and curls over you, completely helpless. 

Your hands push at his sweats, and you giggle when he clumsily kicks them down over his feet, leaving himself completely bare for you as well. When your fingers drift to wrap around his thick, heavy shaft, he stops, gritting his teeth against the side of your neck.

“Baby…” he clears his throat, raising his head to look at you. “We’re not movin’ too fast, right?”

“Don’t get soft on me,” you reply, “we’re good, Bucky, I’m happy, I wanna feel you…”

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Good, it’s just… it’s been a long time and—”

“Shhh.” You rub your hands over his hips. “I don’t care, I just want you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken, and he reaches down to grab himself, experimentally running the swollen tip of his cock through yout pussy until he finds your opening, and you grab on tight, a cry of pleasure dying in your throat as he pumps his hips forward and sinks in. 

“Ahh, fuck—” he grunts quietly against your lips when your nails dig into his ass, “baby…”

You can’t even find the words to reply. He’s so deep, thick and hot and pulsing inside where your body grips him tight. All you can do is give a little tug, trying to urge him on, and he gives you what you want without question. 

All sense of awkwardness or anxiety melts away as he props himself up on both arms, watching your body roll and move under his as he searches a rhythm, inexperience getting the better of him when his hips stutter and slide. He finds it, a steady, rough beat back and forth that makes your clit rub against the skin above his cock and high-pitched sighs and whimpers to rattle in your throat.

“C’mere,” he pants, hooking his flesh arm under your shoulders to keep you close, and you brace yourself as his thrusts grow hard enough for your bodies to slap together. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to feel this good that when his lips find one nipple and latch on, your body decides to follow its own path. 

All it takes for you to cum is a few quick rolls of your clit under your fingers, and Bucky lets out a choked gasp when he feels the rapid contractions, burying his face in the crook of your neck and matching your moans with his own, panting harder and louder as he stutters, pushes in as far and hard as he can, and cums with a growl that resonates deep in your soul as you wrap your legs tight around his waist.

You come back to reality slowly, sweaty bodies sticking as he drops down over you, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. 

“That was fast,” he murmurs, “sorry, baby, I couldn’t—”

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers through his hair. “It’s been a long time for me too, it was… that was good.”

“Good.” He chuckles and pulls away, watching the first dribble of white slide from your core. “We got three more days to make it longer, huh?”

“Yeah.” You reach for his hand, fingers intertwining with his. “Right now, we have all the time in the world.”

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[ageofevermore]

Unsaid Emily

SUMMARY — and maybe it was the midnight ink on her wrist that tied her to him

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆ﾟ: *. ☽ .* : ☆ﾟ. ─────

They had said goodbye to a child eight years before welcoming the second with shocked and scared hearts. They had promised to do things differently -- to like whatever she liked, watch whatever she watched, and love whatever she loved. They drew no boundary at personal belief when it came to this second child that shadowed the life of Luke, but they made no attempts to forgive and mend the empty spaces in their hearts where they had already done this. They had already gone through first steps, words, and heartbreaks. They had captured Luke’s seventeen years of life in their memory so perfectly watching hers felt faulty. They tried with everything they had to love her as they never loved Luke, but somehow that caused even more of a divide as everything was reminiscent of the deceased first born brunette. 

She had been away at school when his birthday rolled around; for the first time in her seventeen years of pitiful existence she didn’t blow out the candles on a stale chocolate cake. She spent the day away from stories of her brother, and instead  spent it knowing somewhere in the universe he wasn’t being smothered by Mitch and Emily’s persistent opinions. She couldn’t outrun home forever though. An amazing music program in Santa Monica pulled her away from LA for most weeks out of the year, but her mother was persistent that she abandon the dorms and visit home every so often. It was that fear of Luke again. He had instilled so many traumas that even trust with her was unruly and weak. 

She heard the doorbell ring as she was unpacking her pile of homework, the weekend away from school meaning nothing for the multiple classes she was taking weekly. Though the private boarding school was diverse in the makeup of their structured courses, she was still on a tightly wound schedule with instrumental practice and vocals along with mandatory academics like calculus. She hates calculus. She had only started around the corner because she heard the sound of her brother's name roll off of a stranger's tongue. The defined L sound was unmistakable, and partnered with the topic of music, the correlation was undeniable. 

“Yeah. That’s Luke, when he was two.” Mitch explained the picture between the girls grasp, eyes growing damp at the topic of his greatest failure as a parent. Luke was his perfect gift. 

“Do you have any other children?” The girl asked, gently setting the picture frame down and bringing her chocolate eyes up to Mitch’s. The gentleness of her expressions were weighing heavy on the hearts of a family that lived with the memory of Luke on their mind daily. Even with the retelling of his story the only fragment of his existence that she knew, hearing these words hurt.

“A daughter. Lily.” Mitch looked just behind the guest, eyes trailing over his daughter that shared the same midnight toned hair and hard blue eyes as his Luke once had. She stepped past the threshold connecting the foyer to the living room, ignoring the butterflies that spread through her stomach at a certain point across the hardwood. 

“I’m Lily.” She smiled tightly at the girl, hand extended in a polite greeting that was in no way authentic. Her heart was beating her ears, palms collecting sweat at the idea of knowing Luke from somebody else's perspective. 

“Julie.”  The two smiled at each other, both looking equally displaced despite this being Lily’s house, and having been Julie’s personal decision to come. Luke just had that effect on people. His memory made you hurt so deeply that anything other than crying felt wrong. 

“Did I hear the doorbell?” Emily asked, hand softly brushing against Lily’s back. Emily hadn’t even flinched when her child pulled away from the embrace, just accepted what had become routine since implementing the memory and the love of Luke. In remembering one child Mitch and Emily had completely pushed away the other. 

“Mom, this is Julie.” Lily introduced the two, her eyes wandering around the space that suddenly felt so full. She had stood in this same living room for seventeen years prior to the current evening and never had she got the sense of being complete. 

“Hello, Julie.” Emily smiled, looking over the girl standing in their living room with nothing more than a name to her purpose. “Oh, that’s a beautiful sweater.” 

She had never heard her mother speak so freely kindly towards others' clothing. She had woken the same morning, expecting the looks of judgement and unwarranted warnings that band-tees and vans had been the very wardrobe to have taken Luke’s life. 

When she had gotten Sunset Curve tattooed to the flesh of her wrist, binding her life to her brother's memory, they had gone mental. It had been tears of disappointment and pain at the foundation of an argument. They had come around eventually, but only off of the premise that they didn’t want to drive Lily away and watch her face death like Luke did. 

“Thanks. It’s my moms.” Julie looked down at her sweater, fingers softly brushing along the knitted material. By the solemn expression in her eyes, Lily knew that death had been upon her. Nobody bore such a heavy gleam without the persuading of trauma and grief. 

“Julie lives in the house where Luke and the band rehearsed. She was just telling me she found a song that Luke wrote.” Mitch looked down at Julie, all while Lily couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on her. Looking around the room again, her heart jumped painfully in her chest at the orb of afterlife reflecting from the sun just behind Julie. As she stared into the rainbow colors of the orb, she couldn’t help but feel as though a set of eyes was sharing the encounter with her. 

Blinking away the delusion, Lily’s thumb traced the tattoo on her wrist, her eyes welling with tears. She might have rivaled a ghost all of her childhood, but she missed the soft and tender memories of her brother she didn’t have the heart to relearn. She could love him with everything she had, but never would see ask her parents about his short lived life. 

“It’s a song about a girl named Emily?” 

A tear fell from Lily’s eyes, while warm pools of grief framed the waterline of her blue optics, threatening to spill over at any second. She traced the spot where the orb of afterlife had once floated above the air with streaks of rainbow, but the sun had moved away and stopped casting a spotlight on the space. 

“Emily…” Mitch whispered into the open air of the space, eyes glazing over as he looked down to his wife that had beared two children and loved the first more than anything worldly. “I’m Emily.” She pleaded, although neither she nor Julie knew what she was asking for with her desperation soaked tone. 

“Then I think your son may have written a song for you.” Julie handed over the old and tattered piece of notebook paper that bore the same handwriting as all of Luke’s journals still stashed away in the attic. The same handwriting that lived permanently on her wrist, taking the shape of what his dream had once been. 

“First things first, we start the scene in reverse.” Lily had to shake the thought of music out of her focus, her body so heavily convinced that somewhere in the depths of her home a song was playing softly. The dimension of the vocals she heard was unlike any streaming platform ability, making her wonder if her mother had broken into the vinyls again. 

“All of the lines rehearsed disappeared from my mind when things got loud. One of us running out, I should've turned around, but I had too much pride. No time for goodbyes, didn't get to apologize, pieces of a clock that lies broken. If I could take us back, if I could just do that and write in every empty space the words ‘I love you’ in replace. Then maybe time would not erase me, if you could only know I never let you go, and the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave. Unsaid Emily. Silent days, mysteries and mistakes. Who'd be the first to break? I guess we're alike that way. He said, she said, conversations in my head, and that's just where they're gonna stay forever.” 

It was a ringing between her ears that brought the delusion to a standstill. As her fingers curl around her wrist as if to physically grab the midnight ink, the whisper of a voice in her focus becomes too prominent to ignore. 

“If I could take us back, if I could just do that, and write in every empty space the words ‘I love you’ in replace. Then maybe time would not erase me, if you could only know I never let you go, and the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave. Unsaid Emily. If I could take us back, if I could just do that, and write in every empty space the words ‘I love you’ in replace, then maybe time would not erase me. If you could only know I never let you go.” She hears the words through herself so clearly, she’s certain the words she can practically feel are the same as what’s written on the page between her mother's fingertips. She doesn’t understand it, but somehow she knows. 

It’s him. Luke. Her big brother. 

Her wrist flashes hot for a second, startling her enough to abandon the tight locked gaze she has on the empty space behind Julie and look down at her reddening skin. “And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave. Unsaid Emily.” 

A cold shock ran through her body in contrast to the searing hot pain circulating her wrist. She sniffled when the last sung Emily sounded through her body, the vibrato sounding so close to her it was paralyzing. When she found her bearings and the jelly like feeling in her legs dispersed to her heart, she looked back up at Julie.  

With one last fleeting glance towards the empty space behind Julie, the sight of a blue-eyed boy looking tearfully beyond herself, calmed the burn in her wrist. She made eye contact with the boy, a name fitting comfortably on her tongue despite the impossibility of it all. 

“Luke…” 

[aggresivelyfriendly]

The Future is What?

Hi all! So my imagination is big, and this was a flapping cape to its bull! Enjoy, or don’t, no judgement!

I owe it all to @dirtystyles

"Did I get it?" He feels like it should be rather obvious, but they've been at this, off and on, for most of the day.

Well, not this particular pursuit, but the pursuit of pleasure, his and hers, since he woke up hard and she woke up willing.

So she's very wet and swollen and sensitive too. The deluge had come and gone and come again, it's fair to say.

She smiled, but that wasn't an answer. Her eyes were hazy and she looked just as fucked out as him. But he really wanted to know, couldn't help but ask, both times.

It had started as pillow talk. "You remember that shirt you wore, like early on?"

She'd worn a lot of shirts, she can't stop herself when it comes to a clever tee, so she just raised a sweaty brow at him from where she is lying on his right laurel.

"You know the one." He nudged her with his hip. And he knew he was blushing and she knew he was blushing and she tried to think of red cheek inducing shirts? But then she started thinking how her lower cheeks were probably red from the friendly slaps he'd given her when their morning side lying fuck had turned into full on doggie. God bless younger men.

"I have a lot of cheeky shirts?" She shrugs, it jostles his balls.

"Heeeey, careful!" He warns but he's smiling and his dimples and eye crinkles are almost meeting so she climbs up to kiss him and lay on his shoulder.

"No, really, just tell me what shirt?"

She can't believe he's embarrassed. They've been dancing around for a month, and had been moved on to the horizontal mambo with glee weeks ago.

It had started innocently enough. Around Thanksgiving, she was texting the group chat how she hated that her kiddos were away and she was alone on the actual day. She'd used some crying emojis- it was dramatic, but she was in the right field for that. There had been a smattering or sympathetic responses, Harry had sent a thumbs down. Then with barely a moments pause he'd texted, "Wanna come over? I'm cooking way too much!" To only her.

"Why? You're not even American?" Had been her response. The shrug emoji made her smile. He was kinda weird, and cute, no, hot. So hot, but cute.

She should know better, she might be accused of leading man-itis.

She couldn't deny she was kinda into him. I mean, he was a dreamboat and they decked him out to full wattage daily on set, but she was his boss and older and had kids and had just gotten out of relationship and, and, and. To all these reasons she had to say, "shut the fuck up!" to her own brain.

He could be just being nice. He was seriously the nicest man she'd ever met.

Or, what if it was a move? Did she want it to be a move? No? Yes? Yes...why couldn't she have nice things? She was a badass, and now a single mom who deserved but didn't require love.

And he was an adult. She'd make sure he knew the playing field and rules. That they'd have to share home court advantage, if they were even gonna play to have rematches in the future.

More than anything, the most compelling thing, was the way he made her smile. She appreciated thoughtfulness, and the way her remembered names, preferences, dietary restrictions and favorite flowers, it just melted her. She really thought she'd lost the ability to melt when her vagina died.

She supposed the impulsive adventurer inside never died, even when made shy by more than one bite.

Of course, she texted back, "Address?" Just to him.

And three hours later she'd had an incredible meal and two orgasms.

Then, even with her warning him off, and some wise voice reminding her she often fell too fast, they'd fallen into each other.

On Christmas Eve, when he'd found her crying that her kids didn't come home until morning, he'd pulled her downstairs to excitedly play Santa and then given her a beautiful Gucci outfit, asked her to be his date at his best friend's wedding, and told her if he had to be away from family for Christmas he could imagine no one better to be with.

She was already on his hook, but line and sinker were now also accomplished.

So much for rules and boundaries, and home court advantage definitely looked like her at his house overnight whenever hers was quiet, and driving his car too.

So, that he was so embarrassed now surprised her. They had dove deeply into one another, been bare emotionally as well, they'd rehashed her divorce and her almost marriage. Then his past, his band, his homesickness and his tattoos. She was amazed he felt self conscious, laying with her naked, whatever the topic of her conversation tees were.

"Just tell me the shirt, baby." She knew that melted him right back. He really loved all the couple things they were falling into, she could see it when he preened at small touches or glowed at pet names.

"Um, well." She can't help but laugh, he's so good at action, both at home and when she calls it on set, but he gets incredibly tongue tied with words. Probably why he did music, too. Easier to share thoughts to a page than person.

"Cmon!" She said against his mouth, "tell me..." she bit his lower lip.

"The one about the future." He waits for her to fill the rest in.

"The voting shirt I bought everybody?" That concerned the future.

"Um," he rolls his eyes, she assumes at himself. "The female ejaculation one."

"Oh!" Oh!! She had worn that one to set. It was when she was kinda starting to feel Harry. She wanted him to think of her cumming. She supposed it worked, though she was a tiny bit embarrassed at her brazenness. Most days she thought of it as her best trait. Maybe it was, it was working for her, clearly. "Yeah, what about it?" He was avoiding eye contact. She wanted him to look at her.

He finally did, and he gripped her hips proprietarily, like he needed to be reminded he could, that he had some entitlement to her for this conversation. "Can you?"

Could she? Could she what? Oh, OH! "Um, I have. But it's not like commonplace."  She traced his eyebrows and perched on his hips. That was doing fun things to him. "Have you ever?"

He nodded. "But just once, and I'm not sure how I did it. I'd like to learn to master it." He gave her a smug look, well as smug as he could look blushing. The sex flush and sweat helped.

"Oh, you'd like to master it, huh?" She tickled him a little and he squirmed and they giggled together. "How long do you suppose that could take? I've got all day!" She was joking.

"I've got years!" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Years? With them? Why was that compelling? this was a fling. But so was her first marriage, she supposed. A lovely life changing short lived thing that turned into years.

The butterflies in her belly were familiar, from that lifetime ago.

"Alright." She crawled up and over his face. "Let's see that diligence, Styles."

He's really good at this, and they both seemed to  like when she's in charge. That's working for them when she's in her director's chair or using his face as a seat.

That one was too easy.  She came, but not like he was hoping for.

His long fingers played her next, and she thinks they may have nearly had it.

After that, he was too pent to just let that erection go to waste. That one may have been a wasted opportunity, if they had added some vibes or she had got her fingers down there they may have got it. Also, if Harry had been able to hold off longer.

"Sorry!" He'd breathed into her neck.

She could only laugh, yeah, sorry for today's first orgasm to her fifth. She knew how goal oriented he was though. "It's ok." She ruffled his hair and kissed him.

The nap was needed and inevitable. He woke up on a mission.

This time, he employed all the lessons they'd learned.

But her body was groggy.

"Harry, baby—"

"Hmmm?" He hummed from where he was beneath the blanket, head between her legs immediately after he pulled out. That'd be hot, but..

"Baby, I need a break." She pushed the blankets off and cupped his jaw before pulling him up. "And food."

"I'll cook for you." He got up naked as the day and she slapped his little ass as he went.

"That did it! It happened!" She laughed and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"You're a menace and a meany." He leaned over to kiss her on her sweaty forehead. "What do you want?"

"Whatever can be ready in the space of a shower, I'm so hungry."

"No!" He shook his head. "Don't wash."

"Ok Napoleón. I'll feel better if I'm clean."

"But it'll be like starting over. We're not finished yet."

"Baby, we have time. There's no rush." She reminded him. They'd talked about this. He was scared too, to many relationships sacrificed to fame. She didn't give a fuck; not her first rodeo and all.

He'd been right though. She'd met him in the kitchen and his breakfast in bed plan was foiled. Then they watched a movie, then a documentary.

Luckily that was boring enough, or they were new enough, a make out had ensued.

So here she was, splayed out on the couch, shaking, and she figured when her brain and legs started working again she'd be pissed there were no sheets to simply change. She had an upholstery cleaner somewhere.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled. "You definitely got it." His pleased smile, like when he nailed a take, it's her favorite, along with his kiss.

The future looked bright.

[2018shawn]

quarantine and chill

warnings: I haven’t written in a while so this may be sucky but have fun kids. not proof read : ----) nsfw/sexy times

“I already rearranged your wardrobe three times because for the first time in my life, I couldn’t watch another episode of Friends!” She exhaled, slumping herself down onto the second wheeled chair, her weight shifting the leather seated pew a few inches away from her other half who sat opposite, legs opened wide, still engaged deep in his work.

“You did?” He smirked somewhat, finally diverting his eyes away from the pages in front of him and swivelling his chair to situate himself completely parallel to her crossed armed, sulking figure.

“Yeah… I mean, first I did it in sleeve length, because you might want to dress weather appropriate. Then I didn’t like that, so I changed it to style of item, so all your tee shirts, then all your shirts, then all your sweaters etc etc…” She was rambling, but it made him smile. His heart was warm with the little gestures she’d always put into their relationship and she didn’t even know she was doing it. He also loved how her hands would wave around expressively every time she would babble on about things that weren’t particularly of any importance, just like she was doing now. He stretched out his arm and wrapped his fingers around the pad of the seat where her legs weren’t covering as she’d somehow pulled them up, holding them close to her chest. With one swift tug, the chair glided along the studio floor, only stopping when it came into contact with his own chair, disallowing for her to be any closer. “But then I eventually decided on colour order, which isn’t of any practicality whatsoever, but… it looks pretty” She shrugged, outstretching her legs to rest over his thick thighs which were unfortunately covered by his I’m in isolation sweat shorts.

His hands synchronously, starting at her ankles, traced her soft legs, leaving a trail of goose pimples behind from his delicate touch. He’d always wondered how someone could get their skin to be this level of soft 24/7, but she always insisted that it was just down to the vanilla pumpkin body butter she used all year round, despite the fact it was a seasonal fragrance. “I’m just… BORED” She groaned, not allowing his hands to get any higher than the bottom of her own gym shorts, because that was just too much of a dangerous territory for his hands to be in without her feeling like melted butter. He happily allowed their hands to entwine, more than approving of any bodily contact with her. Her legs were still strewn over his, their bodies looking like a complicated position of figures, but to them, it was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Her bum was barely resting on her own seat, and was more supported by the way her legs slotted through the arm rest of his chair mixed with the strength of his arms, feeling the need to try pull her as close as possible. “I’ll finish up here, bub. I’m sorry” He apologetically smiled, but he knew full well how much she understood his need to keep in contact and communicate with his team. He followed his statement by tugging gently, but strongly enough to shift her weight, allowing her body to completely disconnect with the office chair she was sat on. He pulled her close enough so that their chests were almost touching, and for once, she was towering over him due to the sitting position they’d found themselves in. She attempted to look down at his chiseled features, wanting nothing more than to stay this close to him forever, but her wild hair fell in front of her eyes, restricting her view. She blew on it several times, in an attempt to move the auburn, bouncy waves but failing miserably.

Laughing up at her, he untangled his fingers that were still being held captive in hers, and brought his hands up to push her wild lion-like mane behind her ears. “Hi...” he almost whispered, more than happy to see her stunning features smiling back at him.

Just as she was about to reply, he cut her short, to her surprise, his lips landing on hers with the softest yet eager passion, almost as if his life depended on the kiss. She moaned quietly into his lips in return, which made his dick twitch with lust beneath her as she unknowingly turned him on, just like most days. He wanted her more and more each second that past. And that feeling was more than mutual. 

Their lips were wet, making up for the time he’d been working in his home studio and she’d be pottering around upstairs in an attempt to put a stop to her boredom. His hands tangled in her now extra messy hair, whilst hers balled up the fabric of his shirt in her hands. She was the first to pull away, finishing the romancing with a nose boop. He’d never understood how someone could be incredibly, painfully sexy at the same time as being adorably sweet. “Shawn... I'm...” Kiss. “So...” Kiss. “Bored.” She finished with a smile, wriggling her legs in an attempt to try and get out of the locked position but failing immensely. 

Ironically, the force of her pushing down in an attempt to try and get herself up was not helping the situation happening in his gym shorts and he wasn’t sure if she knew. She of course, did know, and was an expert at playing him to his weaknesses, knowing absolutely full well he loved nothing more than for her to be on top of him. 

“Let’s go on a date.” He blurted quietly, face still as close as could be. She screwed up her face which way by far her normal reaction to a suggestion such as this. “Erm, Shawn... I don’t know if you’ve spent that much time down here you’ve forgotten there’s a worldwide PANDEMIC...” she theatrically began, “meaning you, nor I, are in any position to leave that god damn front door... unless it’s time for our daily 60 minute walk outside” She rested herself on the studio desk, careful not to lean back a touch too much and start pressing a bunch of buttons she had absolutely no idea how to work. The one time he left her in charge to press one single button, she ended up deleting the backing track and setting his microphone to auto tune. Still to this day has he never even figured out himself how to do that. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t wine and dine you” He smirked, mirroring her movements by placing a hand either side of her, the muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped onto the wooden surface so he didn’t fall for her more than he already had. She never showed any signs of feeling it, but she was hot. And bothered. And everything in between. 

“Oh...” she quietened, cheeks blushing slightly crimson after her dramatic reminder that they were in fact in quarantine. 

“So, if it’s possible, go make yourself look even prettier than you do now and meet me in the kitchen at 7pm” he smiled, fingers finding their way back to her soft hair, and not for the first time this evening if he had anything to do with it. 

She pressed a hand to his chest, and tried to make it look like it didn’t take all of her effort to move his firm body. They both knew it did, and he was smug. She walked away with just a touch extra of a hip sway, not needing eyes in the back of her head to know he was staring like a 13 year old boy. “It’s an... isolation date” she smiled, turning round to look at him again, her figure leaning into the doorframe, fingers tapping on the sound proofed walls. The walls that had heard their screams so many times before. The walls he wished she wasn’t walking out of right now. 

--

She was humming along to some summer walker song she barely knew the name of, applying her favourite shade of Milani lipstick to accentuate her favourite facial feature - her lips. It was a loud hammering on the bedroom door that snapped her out of her concentration, only then just realising how loud her music was playing. The banging repeated when she didn’t respond. To say she was confused would be an understatement; the only person would it would be is Shawn, so why in the heck wouldn’t he just walk into his own bedroom like he normally does without a care in the world? The third attempt of a knock was what interrupted her make up routine in order to swipe down on her phone screen to quieten the music, although she couldn't help but laugh at the same time before she walked over to the door. “Shawn, this is your room you...” She flung the door open and became instantly speechless. 

It wasn’t Shawn. It was a greek God with muscles almost bursting out of his black, crisp shirt. A jawline that could cut a bitch. Curls that could make her go dizzy. With another harsh blink and fresh breath, it was only then she realised it was Shawn. “...dumb-ass.” She finally finished her previous sentence, unknowing whether she’d been staring at him for 5 seconds of 5 minutes. 

“That’s not a very nice way to address your date...” He began, pulling his arm from around his back and stretching out towards her, his hand holding a single pink rose, “dumb-ass.” How he’d managed to pull a ‘date night’ outfit out of the bag without having access to his room baffled her, but it didn’t take too much of her thought, it simply just left her stumped for words - which is something she wasn't often. “You look incredible” He continued, aware of the silence from her, but instead of pointing out and making a deal about it, he prompted her.

“So do you” She smiled, reaching and taking the rose in one hand, filling the void with her own fingers. He welcomed her gesture, but instead of pulling her in like he normally would, he simple raised her hand and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on the back of her hand which only made her giddy with butterflies. 

“Care to join me downstairs?” He smiled, not letting go of her hand and holding it as if he had no other choice. She nodded, feeling nothing but warmth and first date nerves - although it was far from their first date. They chatted on their way down the stairs, Shawn one step below her at all times, making sure he was her weight - he knew high heels were not her strong point. They were most definitely his weakest when it came to seeing them on her. 

Some dumb joke he told her on the way into the kitchen made her belly chuckle, almost that much she didn’t see that vast amount of candles and decoration surrounding the dining table that sat adjacent to the open planned kitchen. The white, marble table was covered in tea lights, illuminating the room bar the under cupboard lights shining from the kitchen. A small gift bag was sat in what would be her normal seat. The seat where she'd eaten many a breakfast, cried and laughed uncountable times and on the odd occasion, ridden Shawn until they both physically couldn’t move. “What... I... How?” 

He turned around to face her once he’d realised she’d stopped walking and began walking backwards, watching her speechless features taking in every little detail. “If we can’t go for date night, I'll bring date night to you” he shrugged, eventually reaching her chair and pulling it out for her before ushering to have a seat. 

The next few moments were spent opening the bottle of wine, which she was grateful for, and both of them getting back to as normal as can be. “Thank you” She interrupted his story on how he’d tried to do something fancy with some asparagus but of course it failed miserably. 

“What for?” He laughed, placing the white wine back into the wine colour and lifting her glass towards her, prompting her to do that same. She obliged happily, and the room was filled with the sound of a clink. 

“This, it’s beautiful” 

“Beautiful setting for a beautiful lady” He took a large sip of his wine, as if he needed the liquid courage, to which unbeknown to her, he did. He laughed nervously, and she instantly knew he was up to something, because the Shawn she knew only shuffled around on his feet and lingered for 2 seconds too long when he was waiting for something to happen. “God, I was going to wait until after dinner but, can I ask you something?”

Bingo. 

“Anything” She smiled, using her heeled foot to push out his chair for him, realising that if he didn’t sit down soon he’d probably end up on the floor. He couldn’t cope with it; the sexiness, mixed with the politeness, mixed with the bare leg that he so desperately wanted wrapped around his neck. He snapped himself away from that thought, picking up the small bag he’d place on her place mat, fiddling with the tiny bow that was on the string. “So, it’s occurred to me, these past few weeks have been awful for many people and I wish nothing but the best for everyone...” He felt himself beginning to babble so took another sip of his drink. “But for me, it’s been an eye opener.”

She stared at his lips when he talking, “oh?” she asked, her heart beating ten to the dozen. 

“I’ve enjoyed every single second of you being here. Even when you leave your socks all over the bedroom floor, or use a different glass every time you have a drink of water or... you’re just annoying actually” He laughed, resulting a light slap on the arm from her. “But seriously, I can’t imagine you not being here anymore and I'm so happy this whole thing hit when it did and not when I was halfway across the world and couldn’t travel to you.” His hands were clammy, his head was fuzzy and his mouth was dry - even with his third large gulp of wine. To most people it would be no big deal, but to him, the question meant everything. It meant he may have to deal with the rejection he’s had to deal with many times before, it meant he would have someone to wake up too in the night when his anxiety was unsettling him, it meant he’d finally found someone he knew understood him. “I don’t want you to go...”

“Go? I’m not going anywhere. We haven’t eaten yet and I'm hung...”

“Move in with me?”

--

“So, maybe now you’ll have to rearrange the wardrobes again and make some room for yourself?” he cooed, with a hint of smugness in his voice. Not that he was smug 2 hours ago when he was shaking like a leaf over asking her to move in. She was finishing putting the pots away, even though he insisted not to do it, she insisted she’d like to wake up tomorrow and not have to think about doing it. He helped... by pouring more wine. 

“Hmmm... I'm not too sure you know” She giggled, throwing the cloth down onto the counter and turning around, her high heels clicking against the floor as she did so. She was feeling happy, tipsy, grateful, everything she always felt when she was in his presence. 

“Reckon I could help you be sure about that” She knew he was feeling the influence of the wine because he has a constant smirk on his face now. Not that she minded; he looked sexy. He used his foot to push himself off the bar stool that he was half sitting on, half standing against. 

“Oh yeah?” She asked, raising her eyebrows as she watched his tall, thick figure walk towards her until he was eventually overpowering her much shorter frame. He placed an arm either side of her, officially blocking her in. 

He was close enough that she could feel his every breath, even more so when his head dipped down and his lips lingered just millimetres away from her own. He hovered there for a second, until he physically couldn't resist finally tasting her. She was more than accommodating to him, falling straight into his trap like putty, just like always. Her hands unwrapped from around her own body and snaked around his, palms smoothing over his soft shirt. She smiled against the kiss as her fingers fiddled with the belt loops on the back of his trousers, which only made him itch closer. He kept one hand on the kitchen counter, whilst the other glided up her body until it reached around the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her of her perfectly curled hair. With one sudden tug, her head is forced backwards, leaving a welcoming amount of skin accentuated. Her eyes remained closed, taking in every sense other than sight. 

She could smell his deep cologne; a mixture of juicy and spicy with an innocent hint of vanilla that oozed sexuality. Hers? Hers has base notes of patchouli, mixed with a hint of jasmine and was one of the only scents he loved more than that damn vanilla pumpkin body butter. She could hear and feel his lips, effortlessly at work, sucking lightly at the skin around her collar bone as if he was tracing the positioning of her perfume. The sound of his lips smacking her skin was enough to make her weak at the knees and she was eternally grateful that he was somewhat supporting her body. But most of all, she could feel his love. His passion. The energy overpowered the room and she wanted to be held captive in it forever.

His soft but husky groan snapped her out of her dreamy state just in time to hear him speak quietly. “Turn around”, he instructed, moving both hands to her hips to guide her 180 degrees. She obeyed him without question, submissive to his every demand. One hand remained on her hip, the other pressing on her shoulder blade, that was only a fraction covered by the spaghetti strap of her dress, in an eagerness to get her bent over the counter. He made sure to push up against her ass, the hardness that was growing in his trousers pushing into her. If she wasn’t wet for him before, she definitely was now. 

The ruched fabric of her dress fell perfectly over her peachy ass and if he wasn’t so ready to fuck her senseless he'd take a step back and stare at her all night long. Her dress had risen up as she leaned over the counter, giving a peak of some lacy underwear he’d picked out and bought for her on a previous occasion. His hand reached around the front of her legs, firmly resting on the front of her thigh, his thumb tracing patterns on the inner part. He could hear her breathe getting deeper and needier. So he gave her exactly what she wanted and shifted his hand further up, bring the material of her dress with it until it ended up just below her stomach. 

His other hand kneaded at her ass in-between gripping her hip for support. His busy hand toyed with the top hem of those lace panties that he loved ever so dearly. “Shawn...” She exhaled, pressing her head to the marble countertop in frustration. The ass-hand left her hip, reaching up and grabbing a section of her hair just like it had done earlier on in the evening. A gentle tug gave her no choice but to follow the direction of his strength and turn her neck to face his still-smirking features. 

“Patience, baby” He cooed, knees bending slightly for his hand on her thigh to be able to reach exactly where he wanted. Before she knew it, his fingers were no longer toying with the hem of her panties, but filling them instead. Moving down to her sweet, desperate folds was all she needed to let out a loud groan that echoed throughout the kitchen. She was wet, needy for the touch of his skin on hers. Two fingers stroked the entrance of her, whilst his thumb only just toying with her clit, instaltaniously making her twitch in tune with her groaning. He was toying with her and she knew it, but she couldn’t help but whine and plead for more. He gave her more of what she wanted, rubbing harder on her clit and pushing the tips of his fingers into her folds, rubbing at her juices. 

He swiftly removed his hand, wanted to feel more; taste more. Before she knew, he’d tugged her around to face him again and she loved the way he had the strength to move her body without her having to think about a single thing. His hands on her hips, grasped tight and she knew what he wanted and of course, went along, jumping onto the kitchen counter, automatically wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. “Are we really gonna do this in your kitchen?” She giggle, innocently, making his cock twitch. 

“Our kitchen, my love...”

[brownhardyho]

Roommates - Part Four (1st half)

Ben X Reader roommate collab series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: I’M BAAACK! Y’all I’m so sorry it took me so freaking long to finally write this! Life has been a lil crazy, but I really hope this was worth the wait!

(P.S the reason why I split Part 4 into 2 parts is because it’s been a HOT minute since I wrote a Ben fic and I’m one wordy bitch and have a new found appreciation for suspense. K BAIII)

So this series is the brainchild of mine and @wanderlustandsmut’s shared frustration of Ben muthafuckin Hardy. Honest to God, we basically talk daily about Ben so we took this concept to the next level and decided to write about it! Previous parts have been linked above, hope you all enjoy!

Premise: Ben X Reader are roommates and childhood friends…What happens when their mostly platonic relationship turns sexual??

Warnings: Fluff, a lil smutty goodness 

Word Count: 2,234 (she’s long fam)

With the heavy bass of Saweetie’s summer anthem My Type lowly pounding on the walls of you and Ben’s humble abode, you bob your head to the catchy beat as you make your way across your room to get your outfit of the night. The excitement of having a date tonight was strong enough to damper your stay in tendencies, work has kept you very busy recently and Ben had been away for a month doing interviews and attending fashion shows. It had been a couple weeks since you and Ben’s intimate romp on the couch and you had not gotten any since (so to speak). So to say that you were excited to go out tonight was a bit of an understatement.

Even though you hadn’t seen Ben in person for a while, it’s not like you haven’t been in touch. Quite the opposite actually; you both text each other almost everyday, sending each other funny memes and reminders, because that’s obviously what roommates do!

Slipping on your favorite red lacy bralette and thong set, you smooth on your warm coconut scented lotions across your freshly washed body. With the potential of actually getting laid tonight, you were not playing around. Just as you were about to put the new black body con dress, your thoughts were interrupted by the ping alert on your phone. Clicking it on and glancing down at who sent you the message, your face falls into a frown immediately when you read the words:

So sorry to do this, but something came up and I have to cancel on dinner tonight! Let’s take a raincheck?

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you exasperate out loud, feeling severely annoyed at the situation. You had met this guy on Bumble a few weeks prior, and really hit it off. The guy had pursued you first by initiating the conversation. You both had similar tastes in music and travel and even talked about pet peeves. This guy already knew you had no patience for people that wasted your time so the fact that he pulled this shit on you more than peeved you.

“Boy bye! You are cancelled!” You say to yourself as you delete his number from your phone, not feeling guilty at all for ghosting him. With the slight disruption to your night plans, you turn up the volume of the music and dance your way into the kitchen, your mind set on making brownies, cuz what better way to spend a night in than wearing lingerie, dancing carelessly, while making sweet treats?

The brownie batter was made in record time, with the recipe ingrained into your mind and the sheer determination of living your best life powering the night, you were on a roll and you showed no signs of slowing down.

Balancing the pan with the brownies in your hands, you swayed your hips to the beat of the tempo, squatting lower to the ground to place said pan into the preheated oven. You shut the oven door, singing along to the song, turning around eyes widening in pure surprise.

You are greeted to the sight of Ben, looking especially gorgeous in a pink suit and a white shirt. His blonde hair seemingly longer since you last saw him in person, slightly disheveled from his habit of running his hands through his hair. Despite looking tired, with how busy his travel schedule was, Ben looked absolutely content with finally coming home, especially to a sight he had only dreamt of: you dancing in nothing but lingerie. In his eyes, you embodied all that it means to be devastatingly sexy and cute all at once.

“Holy shit! Ben I almost shat myself!” You shout breathlessly, slapping Ben’s shoulder “A lil announcement would have been nice.”

“Well, hello to you too love,” Ben laughed, his sea foam green eyes quickly tracking over your appearance before settling on your eyes “I thought you had a date tonight?”

“Nooope,” you reply, hopping on the counter and rolling your eyes in annoyance. “He talks me up these paste few weeks and then cancels without even explaining himself! What kind of guy even does that?” you huff, unconsciously pouting your lips and making Ben feel things in the process.

“Clearly, a guy that doesn’t deserve you,” Ben responds, shedding his pink suit jacket, draping it on the kitchen table and making his way over to you, stopping in between your legs. “It’s his loss, love.”

“I know, it’s just frustrating sometimes when a guy knows damn well he isn’t ready and will continue to convince you to waste your time on him!” you rant, venting your frustrations to your blonde best friend.

Ben nods understandingly and comes in for one of his ever famous bear hugs. If there’s one thing about Ben that’s trademark, it’s that he’s a tactile person. Physical touch is basically one of his love languages and not just in a sexual sense. Throughout your long friendship, it wasn’t uncommon for Ben to cuddle next to you on the couch during a movie marathon. And in the reverse, you didn’t hesitate to cuddle next to him and he would gladly wrap his arm around your shoulder.

“Feel better?” Ben mumbles into your hair right before you break away from his warm embrace.

“Much!” you smile, a smirk playing your lips “Now go shower, you stink!”

“Hey now! You can’t blame me, I just got off the plane!” Ben exclaims, lightly smacking your bare thigh. “Movie and brownie sesh?”

“As if you have to ask!” you chuckle, hopping off the counter to check on the brownies. It was tradition for you both to gorge on brownies and watch a movie when Ben came back from long work trips.

Ben turns around and fetches his jacket from the table before making his way to the bathroom. You can’t help but admire the way his arm and back muscles glide under the snug fit of his white tee shirt. As if on cue, Ben calls out, “take a picture it’ll last longer!” before turning around and looking at you from the hallway.

“Oh dear lord, why would I do that now that you’re back home!” you stick your tongue out, silently trying to calm your mind that Ben caught you practically gawking at him. How in the world did he even know?! He was turned away from you for gods sake!

Not too long after, the timer goes off and you retrieve the brownies, basking in the sweet chocolatey aroma that fills the kitchen. You let the brownies cool off while you go off to the living room to pick the movie of the night. My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Can’t go wrong with a classic, you thought to yourself. And it’s been a while since you’ve watched it.

“Ben! These brownies aren’t gonna eat themselves!” you call out, lounging horizontally on the couch, the plate of brownies sitting on your stomach. “I swear to God, you take freaking long showers. It baffles me sometimes that-“ the beginning of your small rant cut short at the sight of a freshly showered Ben, his blonde hair still damp, and his toned chest on display as he was only wearing boxers.

“That what, love?” Ben smirks at you, knowing exactly how his current appearance is affecting you.

“..nothing,” you mumble, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, pulling yourself up to sit down next to Ben, handing over the plate of brownies.

You both started watching the movie and Ben didn’t tease you during it. Thankfully, the funny and relatable antics of the movie put a pause to the sexual tension and you were both laughing along to the film in no time.

Sighing in content, you place the plate with the small remainder of brownies on the coffee table and settle back to your spot next to Ben. When you turn around to look at your roommate, you can’t help but smile because your eyes are welcomed with the sight of a knocked out Ben, head tipped back, mouth slightly open with soft snores starting to escape. Poor guy, you thought to yourself leaning over his body carefully, as to not wake him, to grab the blanket.

Right as your hand made its way to the soft fabric, Ben let out a groan causing you to lose your balance and fall right on his lap. Luckily, a pillow was atop his lap before, thus providing a cushioned barrier to soften your fall.

“Ooof!” you mumble out, slightly freaking out because of the awkward positioning and the fact that just a pillow currently separates your chest from Ben’s crotch.

“Woah woah,” Ben’s groggy, deep voice interrupts your thoughts “If you wanted me that bad, you could have just said so love!”

“You are so so full of yourself Ben!” you exasperate, going on to explain the situation “I didn’t want you to get cold..” your eyes gesture to the blanket that’s still in your hand. His emerald eyes tracked yours and suddenly his hands grasped your body and pulled you on his lap. You settled your arms around his broad shoulders to keep your balance and he settle his arms around your hips in response, his fingers softly teasing at the lace of your panties.

“There, now I won’t get cold. Body heat does more than blanket ever will!” he smiles, his eyes seemingly looking into your soul, as if to reassure you that this won’t change your relationship.

“Hmm,” you sigh, adjusting your position on his lap, consciously testing out the waters of this sexually charged atmosphere. “I missed you, Ben.”

“And I missed you too, peaches,” Ben hums into your neck, reveling in the feeling of your warm body pressed up against his. Even though you were just sitting on his lap, the feeling of you being in his arms felt so damn right, so natural, so effortless.

His soft lips eventually made their way against your jawline and you hummed in delight, shift your hips slowly on top of his lap. It wasn’t too long after that you started to feel him getting hard and you could help but silently scream in your head.

“Already, Ben?” you smirk, tilting his chin up from your neck so you could look at him.

“Love, don’t be so surprised,” Ben explains, his cheeks becoming rosy. “You could be wearing just a burlap sack and I’d be ready to go in a second! You. Are. Stunning.” He emphasizes those last three words with firm kisses to each of your collarbones and the last one smack on your lips. Your lips latch on to his and all is right in the world. He sucks on your lower lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss and you happily oblige. This makeout session is getting hotter and hotter by the second, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. No words are exchanged, only actions.

“Oh Ben,” you moan aloud throwing your head back, in return pushing your décolletage closer to his lone of vision. Ben groans in appreciation and dives right in, placing wet kisses all over.

“You are so beautiful, love,” Ben murmurs lowly, his hands trailing down the cur of your hips, settling down on the round globes of your glutes, squeezing them. “Wet already?” he says, as he feels your drenched panties grinding on his hard cock. Truthfully, he just wants to undress already and finally feel your naked core against him.

“Ben, don’t be so surprised,” you laugh, lightly mocking his previous statement. “I was wet the moment I saw you in that pink suit!”

“I should wear it more often then,” he thinks aloud, shifting his hips up to meet yours, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

“Ben, take me to bed please,” you say, letting your desire and emotions out in the open.

A small part of you was advising against this because going all the way with Ben, your best friend and roommate, could change the dynamic between the both of you. But, a bigger part of you and your gut was telling you to take that leap into the unknown, because oh honey, what if it turns out good, amazing even? That was a possibility that you were definitely willing to take that risk.

“Whatever the lady desires,” Ben says softly, his beaming up at you. What you didn’t know yet was that Ben wanted this too. “Wrap your legs around me peaches, I got you.”

With your arms and legs wrapped around this Adonis of a man, Ben walks you both to his room and sets you down gently on his plush bed. You go to take your bra off, but Ben stops you.

“Can I do it, please?” he whispers softly, his eyes pleading with yours.

“Oh yes!” you nod frantically. “Why are you whispering?”

“Because I don’t want this to go away, this all feels like a dream that I don’t want to wake up from,” Ben confesses, and your heart just breaks a little because you’ve never seen him so vulnerable and that’s saying a lot considering that you’ve known him for most of your life.

“Ben, look at me,” you say, bringing his hand to your chest so he can feel how fast your heart is beating. “Feel that? This is real.”

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Shein Summer Haul 2020

Shein is one of my favorite sites to shop on. Yes, I know they have some controversy but what clothing brand doesn’t. I much rather shop online then go into a Brandy Melville store and get judged. Plus the price, you can’t beat it! The styles are always up to date too. Why pay $40 at Brandy Melville when you can get the same style shirt for way cheaper on Shein?! This order I splurged. Which isn’t hard when the deals are so good. I got clothes and misc items for our new apartment. Let’s see what all I got. 

Miscellaneous Items

Foot Brush - $13.08 

I’m saying it right now I have dancer’s feet. If you don’t know what that means let me explain, image turning so much that you get blisters on the ball of your foot, the floor dries out your heels and toe pads, and floor burns all over your feet from pointe shoes and floor work. My feet need all the attention they can get to look there best outside of the dance studio. I so far am in love with the bristles and the buffer at the end of it. There were no color options when I ordered, so they sent a random color. Blue would have not been my first choice but oh well, I’m still gonna use it. 

Three Metal Buckle PU Belts - $6.54

I used to hate belts in high school but now that I’m not a stick figure anymore, they have become my best friend. I wanted to buy a set of belts and this was the perfect set for me! Each one can easily go with any outfit! 

40pcs Ditsy Floral Pattern Scrunchies - $9.81

A girl can never have too many scrunchies! These are perfect for my thin hair. I can’t wait to match all the different styles with my outfit on the daily. Now I just need to master some new hairstyles to go with them! 

1pc Tassel Wall Decor - $5.45

When I saw this piece I knew it would look great in the bathroom of my new apartment. It was simple, which is just what I wanted. I just wish I got more to design them together on their own wall. 

2pcs Plain Metal Bookend - $3.82

Again another item that didn’t have a color choice and sent just a random color, lime green. It will most definitely clash with my color scheme in my room so I might just spray paint them soon to lavender.  As long as they hold all my books in place that’s all that matters, right? 

Bow Decor Shower Headband - $6.54

I love this headband! It’s a lifesaver in the mornings. I usually like to air dry my hair after a shower but it constantly gets in my face during my skincare routine. This is a stylish and convenient solution to my problem. 

12pcs Simple Plain Scrunchies - $5.45

Have I said I like scrunchies?! I saw this satin set and knew I couldn’t pass it up. 

Slogan Graphic Wall Print - $3.27 

I love this saying and design. I knew it would look great in the bathroom of my new apartment. I had made some other fashion quotes to go in there also, so it would fit in naturally. It’s the perfect saying to describe my style. I don’t care what others around me think of my outfit choices, I wear what I want to wear because it makes me happy.  

1pc Buttocks Workout Resistance Band - $6.54

I have been wanting one of these for a while now. I can’t wait to start using it in my apartment complex’s gym! I got to pick my color on this item, thank goodness! Pink was the goto, it’s a happy color so it should keep me happy while I’m doing a killer workout right? 

1pc Iron Grid Wall Hanging Decor - $5.45

I have been saving different office ideas on Pinterest and each one of them has a grid on the wall like this one. I’m going to paint some mini wooden close pens to be able to hang photos and notes. 

1 pc Silicone Shampoo Brush - $4.36 

I personally hate washing my hair when I have fake nails on, which is 95% of the time. This was a perfect solution to that problem. I love that it came in purple too! 

Clothing Items

Allover Graphic Bandeau Bikini Top - $6.54

This swim top is made for laying out, soaking in those summer rays. My new apartment complex has a pool and so many perfect layout chairs. I can’t wait to sit out there in this top with a good book. 

Solid Sweatshirt and Tie Front Slant Pocket Sweatpants Set - $29.43

I have been really into pastel colors lately and sets are in style. The inside is so soft but while also being lightweight it will be perfect for winter here in Kentucky. 

Tie-Dye Print Round Neck Sweatshirt - $14.17

Now, this I would not have called a “sweatshirt” it’s more of a knit long sleeve shirt. That is exactly what I will be using it as too. It’s a lightweight material and the color combination is so pretty. I’m not sad at all about this purchase. 

3 Ribbed Cropped Cami Top - $5.45 each

I bought this style of top in three colors; black, burgundy, and navy. I can’t wait to style these tops with some paper bag style pants or a simple high waisted short. They are extremely soft too! 

Tie-Dye Print Tee with Knot Pants - $22.89

Another set! This color combination just screams happiness to me, it’s so colorful. The pants are also high waisted, big bonus there. It will be the perfect lounging set for homework filled days at home. 

American Flag Print Crop Tee - $9.81 

This is a very simple graphic tee, but those are very trendy right now. I have never really been a graphic tee kinda girl, so we are starting to hop on the trend slowly. 

2 Paper Bag Waist Knot Hem Belted Pants - $20.71

I got these pants in two colors; black and a salmon color. This is another purchase that I can’t wait to wear. The knit tanks from above will pair great with these or any of my bodysuits too. Not able to see this in the picture but there is a cute bow tie detail at the ankles. 

Ruffled Armhole Flower Embroider Strip Top - $9.81

I LOVE this top! I put it on to make sure it fit and fell in love. I already started imaging all the different pants I will be pairing it with. The embroidered detailing is bright and delicate. While the ruffles on the shoulder add a flirty edge. 

Lettuce Trim Ribknit Crop Top - $4.36

Lettuce trim is also a trend I’m not too overly excited about but having it on this pastel baby blue top makes it doable. Again with the obsession with pastels lately. We will see how I pair this outfit throughout the rest of summer and into the fall. 

3pcs Ribbed Bandeau Set - $11.99

I was in drastic need of some simple bandeaus. I didn’t want to buy a bunch of single bandeaus so when seeing this set of three I couldn’t pass it up. They are the universal colors too. They will be so easy to match with tops. 

Frill Strap Colorful Striped Cami Top - $6.54 

Another bright and colorful top to add to my wardrobe! The ruffle straps are too cute. They add a flirty touch to a simple top. I think this top will look so good with some dark denim, don’t you agree?! 

Which is your favorite item? I would love to see what is your favorite item that you have purchased from Shien also. And as always be sure to follow along on all my social media platforms to see into my everyday life. From daily insta story vlogs, OOTDs, thrifting trips, travel adventures, and of course baby Pumkin. I can’t wait to get to know you all more through this fun blogging adventure. Laters babes!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Witness : 7

Just a Tuesday

moodboard created by @chuuulip

Character (s): dark!Bucky, later dark!Steve, too

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

Summary: Bucky arrives for his second visit and the reader faces punishment for trying to lie.

Notes: I am reposting this fic here. It was originally on ao3 but now it’s on tumblr too! If you read, I love feedback and would love any comments you have. And if you can, please share! Anyhow, enjoy :)

You were granted the sleep you had been denied in your own apartment. The wine and the night spent with someone you trusted let your body relax. You woke with a slight ache in your head. As if a pebble was bouncing around inside your skull with every move. Allie cooked you eggs and poured you a large glass of orange juice. It helped the roiling in your stomach.  You stayed until three o’clock. Reluctant to return to your apartment. But you had to say goodbye and head out before everything was closed. You stopped by the grocery store and grabbed the few staples you needed for the week, stopping by another shop to grab a new set of sheets and a new comforter. You would have to learn to sleep in your shame.

When you returned home, you washed your new sheets, this time playing some arcade game on your phone as you waited. Reality wasn’t easier now but you had come to accept that you had only those moments by yourself to enjoy. You should cherish what time you had free of Bucky’s grasp; or at least, those which felt free. He was still tracking you, watching you, taking account of your every move.

You made the bed but slept on the couch. Tried to at least. The same restlessness had returned. One day left. Time seemed so trivial when you had so little of it. Your alarm rang and you sat up, taking a moment in the dark to ready yourself for the day. A new week, a new office, a new routine. You would have to condition yourself to this new life. Let go of the old one.

The office was small but busy. The employees friendly and talkative. You were thankful as it helped distract you, but it also made the time pass quicker. The day was over before you knew it and you were once more sat behind your steering wheel in a trance. Twenty-four hours. He would return within the day. He would be waiting for you the very next night. Waiting, waiting, always waiting. For you. Always watching.

The six flights were harder to climb. The silent static of your apartment greeted you coldly. You laid in the tub for an hour, contemplating at how easy it would be to sink under the water and never rise. You were too much of a coward. You had proven that when you had foregone the barrel of Bucky’s gun. You had agreed to this, albeit under coercion, but you had. You needed to accept it. Get over it.

It was only a few hours. Hours of him touching you, inside of you. Playing with that part of you that was most vulnerable. And he had done it so well. You were filled with revulsion at the thought of how the ecstasy had filled you. Even as that voice inside told you it was wrong, it had nearly become drowned out by the rush of pleasure which had taken you. This wasn’t something you should relish in; merely something you must do.

You climbed out of the tub and dried off, loose shorts and a tee for pajamas. You flipped on the television and lay on the couch, half-dozing as the television babbled across from you. Your night was spent in the haze of the LED screen, falling in and out of sleep. Your alarm whistled its usual tune and you woke slowly, for once, wanting to stay and try to sleep some more.  You were groggy as you dressed, an extra cup of coffee before you left. You drove through your yawns, finding the same desk you had been shown the day before in already bustling office. You sat, waking as you settled into work. You functioned as a machine would, as if pre-programmed to follow the daily pattern. It was only when you looked at your watch and found only one hour left to you that it came flooding back.It was Tuesday.

The foreboding did not relent. The last hour was spent trying to think of anything else. Trying to write only to find scribbles instead of letters. Trying to escape somehow. Six o’clock came around and you reluctantly packed up your bag. The smiling goodbyes only added to your inner despair. These people, they didn’t know, couldn't know. How lucky that they would never be caught in any trap so horrible.

This time, you resisted the urge to drive in the other direction. Granted, it took you five minutes to turn the corner to your building and twice as long to force yourself from your car. You slung the strap of your bag and closed the car door, turning so quickly that yo collided with the figure waiting behind you. Bucky’s hands gripped your arms, helping you gain your balance as he looked down at you. You squeezed the strap of your bag nervously.

“I was starting to think you were never going to find the nerve,” He grinned.

“It’s not seven yet,” You declared as you double-checked your watch. “I have time.”

He tilted his head at the remark which you immediately regretted. He was amused. “Oh, have we found our spine?”

You snarled despite the fear bubbling in your stomach. He chuckled and let one hand fall from your arm, pulling you by the other. You followed. He was too strong to resist. His metal hand was latched onto you like a snake, drawing you into his coil. “Go on,” He shoved you ahead of him, “Lead the way.”

You punched in the entry code and passed through the painted door to the stairwell. You climbed, one hand on the banister and the other on your bag. Bucky was right behind you. His gaze was hot on your back. When you reached your loft, you pulled out your key and shoved it in the slot. Bucky pressed himself against you as you turned it, his erection already obvious through his jeans. You pushed inside and quickly scurried away from him. You removed your shoes and jacket, leaving your bag on the mat. Bucky removed his own boots, his coat beside yours. He caught you before you could flee further down the hallway.

“I didn’t forget,” He said, pulling you against him.

“What?” You breathed, trying not to choke on the air.

“That you lied to me.” You had forgotten, but only because you had been so distracted by the shadow of his visit. It had all become blurred. “Are you sorry?”

“Huh?” You must have looked like a fish on dry land.

“Apologize for lying.” He ordered, looming closer, as good as pinning you against the wall. “Make it believable and I may consider that punishment enough.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Your tongue fumbled over the words. You didn’t want to find out what he had planned for your original punishment.

“For?” He pressed closer, his cock twitching through the denim of his jeans.

“For l-l-lying,” You stuttered.

“I’m sorry for lying…” He prompted and you stared at him in confusion. He raised a brow and smirked, “Sir?”

“I’m sorry for lying, sir,” You repeated through gritted teeth.

Your mouth was acidic. You stared up into his eyes, pleading for him to accept the apology. Anything to make the night a little bit easier. He searched your face and released you, stepping away as he rubbed the crotch of his pants. “I don’t buy it,” He dropped his arms in exasperation, “Not good enough. You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N, which means I’ve taken it to easy on you. Let’s go.” He turned and marched down the hallway, pausing at the end to look back at you, “To the bedroom. Now.”

You shoved yourself away from the wall and followed him, a couple feet back. He entered the bedroom, pulling up the chair as you entered behind him. He sat down, the bulge in his jeans even more obvious as he spread his bent legs. He ran his fingers along his jaw and smirked.   “Undress,” He ordered. You flinched and breathed deep, bringing up your shaking hands to the top button of your blouse. “Ah,” He raised a finger, “I gave you an order, I expect a response. I will not keep repeating the rules.”

“Yes, sir,” You swallowed and looked away as you continued to fiddle with the buttons, unclasping each was like a stab in the heart.

You slid your blouse down your arms and let it fall to the floor. You dared to look at him and the smokiness in his eyes would have made you gasp if you could find your breath. You undid your fly, pulling off your pants and letting it rest at your feet with your shirt. You stood in your bra and panties, reaching back to unhook it. The cups went slack and you removed your bra, wishing he would tell you to stop, but he didn’t. His eyes urged you onward and you ripped down your underwear before you could lose the last of your nerve.

“Mm-mm-mm,” He smiled, shifting in his seat as he sat up straight, “Right, come here.” He pointed beside the chair. You neared his right side, his hand resting on your ass as he turned you. His hand trailed up your back and he pressed you so that that you were forced to bend. “On my lap,” He instructed and you realized what he was going to do.

“Yes, sir,” You mumbled as you positioned yourself across his legs, your head hanging just above your arms as you braced yourself over his thighs. His hand, thankfully not the one of metal, rubbed your ass, pinching at your flesh as his erection poked your side. He withdrew his hand, bringing it back down before you could react. You bit down, trying not to cry out as his palm landed flat across your bare ass.

“You can shout,” He said as he spanked you again, “In fact, I’d prefer it.” You kept quiet, your nostrils flaring as you hid your anger. “Count for me. That was two.” He brought his hand down once more.

“Three,” You forced out as the smack jolted your whole body. “Four.” Another, “Five,” Another, “Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. T-ten.” The last had your voice at a tantamount, not realizing how loud you had grown.

“Look at that,” He spread his hand across your burning ass, “I doubt that’s a lesson you’ll forget. Right?”

“Right,” You bristled as you remained across his lap, his hand scalding your ass where it lingered.

“You going to be a good girl now?” He asked as he removed his hand, pulling up your head by your ponytail.

“Yes, sir.” You answered with all the venom you could muster.

He shifted and moved you off of his lap. You were glad to be away from him. He stood and you backed away warily. He pulled his shirt over his head and let it crumple in the chair behind him. “On the bed,” He pointed. “Lay on your back.”

You let out a silent sigh and did as he said, climbing up on your mattress and laying on your back, crossing your legs and arms as if to shield yourself. He continued to undress, revealing his cock with a sigh of his own. He stroked it as he neared the bed, climbing up beside you. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing you. He reached up and took your hand from under your arm, placing it on his member.  You didn’t need him to tell you what to do, nor did you want to hear him say the words. You wrapped your fingers around his cock and closed your eyes, stroking him as he toyed with your breasts. He groaned as you kept your speed even, wishing for it just end. He stilled your hand and pulled away, parting your legs as he got on his knees between them. He ran his hands along your thighs, pelvis, stomach, and back down again.

He dragged a finger along your sex, finding your clit and drew circles around it. He added another finger and increased the pressure, the sensation making you squirm. So revolted by your physical reaction, you subconsciously reached down and tried to push him away. He batted your hands back with a warning look and continued to play with you.   He spread his fingers across your pelvis, his thumb caressing your clit, faster and faster. You closed your eyes, your hands in fists as you tried to ignore the rising tide. The wave broke and the orgasm washed over you like a splash in the face. You were panting but refused to exclaim. He continued despite the spasms twisting your body, as if he would not relent until you cried out. You came again and sat up, wriggling away from him in an attempt to make him back off.

“All you have to do is let it go,” He said in a low rasp, “It will be better if you let yourself relax,” His fingers returned to your clit, “And enjoy.”

“Please stop,” You whined, “I can’t.”

“I know you can,” His fingers moved faster and you brought your hand up to stifle the moan. He held back your wrist and you held back the cry in your throat as you orgasmed again, the burning in your eyes threatening to spill over. Why couldn’t you stop? Why couldn’t you lay there and not feel anything?

“No, no, no,” You repeated, weakly trying to get away from him.

He merely sat back on his heels and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. He lifted your pelvis, bring your legs up to rest along his torso, your feet against his shoulders. He reached down and lined up the head of his cock with your entrance, pushing in slowly, impaling you as his fingers dug into your hips. He breathed out, lingering in you as he moved his pelvis, testing your limits. You squirmed as he hit your cervix painfully. “Well,” His voice was that of wolf baring down its quart, “I’ll just enjoy it for the both of us.” He pulled back and slammed into you. Each thrust that followed was sharp and deliberate, your body jerking against the mattress.

You grasped at the comforter below you, trying to dissociate as he plunged into you, harder and faster. His groans mingled with your pained hisses, barely withheld as you bit down. “I needed this,” He spoke between laboured breaths, “It was a tough--” He rammed into you roughly, “Mission. Ah, shit,” He was panting as he slammed you against him, flesh clapping on flesh, and he quickly withdrew. He stroked his cock over your pelvis, leaning over you so that your legs were bent towards your chest. His cum shot out along your stomach and chest, a series of expletives falling from his lips.  He backed away, letting your legs fall to the bed as he collapsed beside you. “Why don’t you go get us a towel?” It wasn’t a question. You looked over at him, his eyes closed as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You sat up and turned to hang your legs over the edge of the bed.

“Yes, sir,” You said as you rose, the cum dripping down your front.

You went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the closet, wiping the mess from your stomach before handing over the linen to Bucky as you neared the bed. He reached over, making no move to sit up, and snatched the towel, wiping tenderly around his crotch. His cock had begun to soften but as you stood beside the bed, it twitched. You looked away, hesitant to get back on the bed. Perhaps he was done.

“Come here, sit with me a moment.” He patted the bed beside him, the towel disposed over the side of the bed.

You recited another ‘yes, sir’ and did as he said. “Catch your breath.” You just sat and waited, your heart refusing to calm. You brought your knees up and hugged them to your chest, the thoughts flurrying despite your efforts to delay them. When he was gone, you could think all you wanted.  But the words tumbled out before you could truly form them in your head. “Why me? Why didn’t you kill me?” You whispered, not sure if you really had asked such a stupid question.

“Because I like the way your ass looks those little wool pants of yours,” He chuckled, “That secretary look really gets me going.” You glared at him in disgust and he laughed even more. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. I guess…” He reached over, drawing a line your calf, “You were in the right place at the right time.” His hand closed around your ankle, “Now, on your stomach.”

[aetheternity]

The only sound in Midoriya's office was the patronizing sound of the clock. Midoriya had led the man Shouto Todoroki into his office sat him down and basically stared at him while the other male just continued to balance a pencil in between his fingers.

If Midoriya had the chance to ask Yaoyorozu anything right now he'd probably ask her how he'd ended up with a dream manifestation seated just across the desk from him in blue jeans and a white button up with a red tie on. The same one he'd seen only a day before right outside the market. This is fine.

Midoriya shut his eyes focusing completely on calming his eccentric heartbeat, almost worried over how hard it was beating. At some point he had to figure all of this out but work came first. He could still get this day normal again.. Except no he couldn't at this point it would be impossible.

"Midoriya? Right?" Midoriya flinched back in his office chair at the soft voice of the heterochromic male. The man seated across from him was now staring, pencil idle between his fingers and both his legs slung over the side of the chair he was seated in not much different from how he'd been when Midoriya had asked him inside.

"Y-y-yes!"

Todoroki blinked turning his attention away from Midoriya and towards the filing cabinets lining the rooms walls.

"My boss would want me to inform you that I need to know as much as possible about this establishment." Todoroki rolled his eyes as if this information meant nothing to him personally. "Want to tell me a bit about this work space?" The smirk on the man's face was enchanting, seductive as if he was really here just for Midoriya which at this point would be less than a surprise.

"W-well.. Um.. Wh-what do you need t-to know?"

Todoroki's eyes flashed gently still locking his gaze with the curly haired male across from him. "What ever you can tell.."

Midoriya couldn't stop himself from gulping. His entire body sweating profusely and his pulse tightening as he reached up pulling on his white collared tee. "Well.. Uh.. W-we.. W-we're.. This buisness we're currently in.. Is the Airel post the second m-most famous n-newspaper in th-the city.."

Geez he probably already knew all that coming in! Why did Mr. Aizawa stick him with this job? Sure he didn't know about Midoriya's dreams but he did know how easily nervous Midoriya got around new people. It was like the universe was shoving this man at Midoriya in the hopes of the curly haired male took some kind of hint.

"Can I have the tour?" Todoroki remarked sitting up correctly.

"Didn't Mr. Aizawa just give you a tour?" Midoriya asked

Todoroki shrugged. "He didn't quite give me a tour more like lead me upstairs and barked at me to keep up whenever I wanted to stop to look at something."

"O-ok.."

The entire building was about twenty floors with Midoriya smacked right in the middle working eight to four all week on the tenth floor. Because of this the entire building had many floors that weren't even working on the actual paper but instead had workers dedicated towards gathering information on things for the reporters to cover and even a floor for printing the paper once it was finished.

"So Midoriya.. I assume you'll be my guide for the month."

The curly haired male practically lept out of his skin at this direct statement. "W-well I um.. I don't actually k-know.. I mean-"

"You're pretty cute Midoriya." The male interrupted. This time Midoriya just went for full fledged silence as his body flushed with heat, pooling red into his cheeks.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?"

What the hell?! Was he asking Midoriya out?!?!! Seriously?!!?!?

If they hadn't just arrived at the ninth floor Midoriya might have screamed. "Th-this is o-our.. Printing fl-floor.." The dark haired male remarked wearily. "H-here.. Is where the newspaper.. the final cut anyway.. Is produced.. th-there are also people on this floor who proofread it f-for the last time."

He couldn't really tell if Todoroki was actually paying attention seeing as he was focusing his attention to the walls of articles and other posters lining the walls as they walked. Honestly Midoriya felt a little jealous of the people on this floor they were allowed a lot more freedom thanks to Mr. Aizawa rarely ever coming down here. So unlike the tenth floor where the walls outside the offices were kinda bland and drab this floor was covered with personality from everyone that worked on it.

"I like this floor. This is the floor Aizawa took me to before your floor." Todoroki replied quietly still scanning each and every poster and article. Eventually he paused peering closely at a framed article just beside a poster of a cat with the text reading hang in there, it's almost Friday! "This is the Mayor's key ceremony.. It happened recently.. Right?"

"Yeah.. About a month or so ago.."

Todoroki nodded slowly hands in his pockets. "Even the Daily Basis wasn't able to get a story on this. It was overpopulated with tourists and reporters that day.." The male next to Midoriya blinked at the article before his eyes flicked back to the curly haired male. "I'm impressed." He remarked smoothly.

While Midoriya hadn't been the one to write this story he still flushed hair whipping into his face as he turned away from the heterochromic male.

"Hey! Midoriya!" Midoriya's head shot back up to see Kaminari racing towards him a slightly startled Kirishima being dragged along with him. "What brings you to our floor?!" He questioned enthusiastically.

"And who's this?" Kirishima butted in smirking first at Midoriya than at the male next to him.

"Uh.. Th-this.. Is Todoroki.. He's.. H-he's um.."

"I'm here from Endevor enterprise. To study this work facility and document whether it's clear or should be shut down promptly." Todoroki interjected. His tone was a lot less causal than it had been when he was only with Midoriya.

"Wo-woah what?!"

"Y-you work for E-Endevor?! One of the richest men in the city?!" Midoriya gaped staring at the male in front of him who looked extremely unenthused.

"Wow!" Squealed Kaminari

Todoroki shifted his gaze across each male in front of him shrugging. "He's my old man I accepted his job offer to keep an eye on him." Responded the male as if he was simply discussing the weather.

"Wow that was super manly of you!" Retorted Kirishima.

"Midoriya, we were just about to take a coffee break why don't you and-"

"Call me Todoroki." The male finished for Kaminari.

"Sure! Todoroki why don't you two come get coffee with us in the break room." Kaminari offered rubbing his hands together as though he'd just thought of the best evil plan.

"How're you taking a break its only 9:02?" Midoriya questioned only getting a shush from the yellow haired male in reply.

"So what's Endevor like anyway? Is he as buff as the magazines make him look?!" Kirishima began as they all sat down at the circular table located at the very back of the break room.

"Honestly I rarely see him. He works at the very top of the company he makes his bucks off taking down the little pizza places owned by families who can barely afford to pay the rent much less get rid of mice. Or taking down the huge new theater establishment because while it looks glamorous it has a tick problem." Todoroki said taking a small sip of the coffee Kirishima had handed him.

"Geez that's sad but you at least see him on the weekends don't you?" Kaminari asked

Todoroki blinked setting his sights on a nearby table. It was much smaller than the one they were currently seated at with only two stools pushed under it, each one shaped like a cube. "I see him when he has work for me." Todoroki remarked coldly

"I'm so sorry Todoroki." Midoriya cooed resting a hand on the man's shoulder.

Todoroki relaxed a bit under the warm touch letting a small smile flutter onto his features. "Don't be. It's not as bad as it used to be."

Midoriya removed his hand cupping the plastic drink ware in front of him between his hands. "But it's not ok no one should treat their son like that... Everyone deserves time with their family. Isn't that why you took your father's job offer? Subconsciously at least?"

Todoroki's eyes flickered with an emotion Midoriya hadn't seen and couldn't even put words to what it could be. His eyes fell back to the brown liquid in his cup.

"I have to agree with Midoriya there's no good reason to push aside your kids. Even if it is for your job." Kirishima commented Kaminari nodding along.

"His job mandates he always stay with it. There are new establishments opening everyday. Some that beg for his attention while others fall under the radar not wanting to be touched with his hard hitting hand." Todoroki spoke dryly staring into his own halfway drunk cup. "He tells his worker the tinest misdemeanor and we shut the place down.. No matter how big."

This last comment stunned the table into silence Kirishima and Kaminari both staring at each other as if they'd just seen a ghost.

"M-maybe we should all get back to work.." Kaminari stated almost making his chair hit the floor with how fast he stood up.

"Y-yeah that's not a bad idea.." Retorted Kirishima who also stood up quickly both men fleeing the room as fast as they could heading back to their individual offices.

Midoriya blinked turning to a smirking Todoroki. "Does your father really say that?"

"Yes I wasn't lying to get them to leave if that's what you think." The male explained, eyes warm as they glossed over to Midoriya. "As nice as they seem I think I enjoy just your company for now.."

And with that Midoriya's heart started it's fast plummeting down his ribcage.

8 8 8

The day had gone by fairly quickly, while him and Todoroki hadn't reached every floor they'd at least made it to the 8th, 7th, 6th, 5th, and 2nd floor all before needing to retreat back upstairs by the time the clock struck 2:32. Midoriya immediately collapsed in his desk chair the second they were in his office. He blinked tiredly and tears stung the corners of his eyes as he yawned briefly.

"I like this establishment so far." Todoroki stated. Midoriya sat up to see the man pulling a black bag over his shoulder laying the strap out flat aganist his body. He definitely didn't remember Todoroki having that when he'd come in but at this point Midoriya was too tired to care. "Well I have to return to my desk at the office and type up a review of my first day. It was good to meet you.... Midoriya." The man smiled heading towards the office door.

"W-wait!" The curly haired male hadn't meant to yell but now Todoroki was paused, head turned towards Midoriya. "I-I uh... I-I need to ask you.. something."

The male nodded pulling himself back around towards Midoriya's desk. "Yes." He said plainly

"Uh.. I-I y-yesterday when.. Ar-e you um.. Ok I have these dreams and-"

"Midoriya." His door suddenly flew open Mr. Aizawa walking in without bothering to knock. "If you're down young Todoroki I'd like to speak with Midoriya alone."

"Sure. See you tomorrow Midoriya." Todoroki waved leaving promptly, shutting the door behind him.

"Mr. Aizawa?"

"You haven't done the editing for Aylsia.." The man remarked coldly

Ida had told him many times before that he had a crying problem but all his emotions were flooding out now and he couldn't help but let the tears fly out of his body like a tidal wave. "I-I'm sorry! I w-was taking T-Todoroki around a-and I l-lost track of time a--and!-"

"Stop yelling." Mr. Aizawa said plainly. "Forward me the latest copy I'll take care of it. Go home Midoriya."

"Wh-what?!"

"Your job for the next month is to take care of Todoroki first he is your main priority. Make him happy and keep this company above water." Mr. Aizawa finished opening the closed door. "I really don't care how you do it." And with that the man was gone

His tears stopped and his heart raced uncomfortably in his chest as he sat down in his office chair pulling up the latest draft of the upcoming paper. He didn't pull his hand away from his pulsing heart as he worked quickly forwarding the draft, laying back in his chair.

"Take care of Todoroki.." Those words echoed in his brain. "He is your main priority." "Keep him happy... I don't care how you do it.."

This was going to be a long month.

8 8 8

Train traffic was more brutal than usual that day, with two of the trains Midoriya had been on shutting down, one due to too much train traffic and the other holding a sick passenger. It was only about eight stops from his home to work and vise versa... On a good day. Even worse he still had to walk the last two stops. Tired, hungry, and incredibly annoyed Midoriya unlocked his front door at around 5:02 walking past a chatting Ida and Uraraka to go lay on the couch.

The two adults at the table ended their conversation walking over to their friend, Uraraka being the first to wipe the sweat from the curly haired male's brow. "What happened to you?" She asked concern filling her voice.

Midoriya blinked up at the brunette with tried green eyes half lidded and worn out. "Long day.."

"Did you hear about the train traffic today it was brutal!" Announced Ida making Midoriya flinch briefly.

"Yes.. I did.."

So how was your day?" Uraraka began pulling herself up to sit on the couch next to Midoriya resting his legs on her thighs.

The green eyed male shut his eyes for a second. "I saw him again today.. At my job."

"Why was he at your job."

"It's a long story..." Midoriya began almost turning over but not wanting to kick Uraraka in the process. "But he's gonna be there.... For a month." He whispered on the last words.

Surprisingly Ida wasn't the first one to say anything after Midoriya's previous comment. "I don't like this.. He could be dangerous." This time Uraraka's voice sounded slightly more irritated than concerned and she crossed her arms against her stomach.

"I think it's an opportunity! One for Midoriya to further understand his dreams." Ida retorted as calmly as he could get.

He was about to speak on it further when he felt the smooth buzz of his phone. He pulled the device from his pocket blinking twice at Yaoyorozu's number.

"Yeah Yaoyorozu?" He answered running down the hall to his room.

He could take the call in the living room but not without Ida butting in his two sense every time he felt it was necessary so more often he'd try to take his calls away from his nosy roommate.

"Yes.. Izuku I think I found something... Something about your dream. Come over when you can."

Her voice sounded almost faint like she was speaking with the phone a couple feet away from her.

"I'm coming."

I don't know if I made it clear when posting the last chapter but every chapter so far is posted on Ao3. Since I'm not going to post every chapter here you guys should check it out over there. ;)

[lovesickjily]

Cuffed

Summary: Lily wonders, as she stares at the messy-haired man currently handcuffed to her bedpost, if this bizarre situation could be considered as kidnapping.

FFN or AO3

inspired by a dream that i literally forget the events to lol

If she were to be asked how the heck she got into this situation, Lily supposed that it all started with an email. One, simple little mistake of an email.

Who even used emails nowadays? Texting was a completely acceptable alternative, and unless one wanted to send a lengthy message, or, in some cases a virus to those that they hated, emails were extremely unnecessary. Of course, Lily was completely biased, because she’d had literally no problem with sending them until today, when she’d gotten an email from James Potter.

Tall, dark, and handsome, with hair so wild that it just exudes sex vibes, and god, not to mention those lovely honey-colored eyes of his framed behind dark glasses that brought more attention towards his pretty face, it was no surprise that Lily didn’t at all have a problem with the man, not when he looked like that. She’d open up anything from him, an email being just one of such, and  it seemed friendly enough, saying:

Hello, Lily!

I’m James Potter, if you don’t know me, and I’m attaching a rough draft from what I’ve got so far concerning this month’s issue. Sorry that it’s not our usual friend Frank that’s doing it, but I hope I can meet your expectations as his fellow graphic designer. Have a good day!

Best regards, James.

P.S. Please be as critical as you can. I strive for perfection, which I think I can only achieve if you point out everything that you hate about it.

He was quite endearing, really, being one to skip the professionalism and getting straight to the point. She’d never met the man before, but she had quite a good idea of his personality through the email, and she quite liked those people whose personalities shone through their writing.

She decided to leave the attachment to look at later, having far more enough on her plate and trying to balance her other tasks, and, because she quite liked to take a break, she opened out her other email from Mary, switching to her personal email quickly. Though on opposite ends of the city for work— but across the hall when it came to flats—, they still found time in their lives to send each other strange things that only they would find funny as far as best friends went.

Today, apparently, was ugly picture day.

Mary had at first attached a photo of herself from their high school days, captioning it with ‘at least I got prettier. goddamn,’ to which Lily responded with her own high school photo, and Mary responded by telling her to ‘sit the fuck down. you’ve always been pretty.’ Lily didn’t entertain to her thought, knowing that her best friend would only accuse her of being a narcissist, even if for good reason.

The email chains were quite hilarious, and sometimes, she’d find herself scrolling all the way to the beginning of it all to read again on slow days. She looked around the room, and upon seeing that Dumbledore was strolling merrily along with her computer in his line of vision, she quickly clicked back to her personal email, pulling up James’s email to show that she was ‘working.’

When he’d walked away, seeming to have taken his good old time like the view of the boring gray office was enough to admire, she pulled open the camera on the computer, and, because it was an unspoken rule for all computer webcams, the quality was quite terrible, but that was fine, she supposed, as it would only enhance the unflattering aspect that she hoped this photo of her would achieve. She contorted her face together, quite unattractively, she’d say, and pulled her chin towards her neck to achieve that desired double-chin look, snapping four pictures of her in different poses before nodding in content. It was Mary that was going to receive the photos, and what kind of best friend would she be if she didn’t receive terrible pictures of her on the daily? They’d created a photo album solely for each other’s faces, Mary having named Lily’s ‘Wank Bank,’ which she supposed fully explained their friendship.

She was quick to send the email, and the computer made a small chime to indicate that it had been sent, before returning back to work, for real this time. She’d only begun typing away at the computer when she heard a sound from her emails, and usually, she’d ignore it, but there was this sinking feeling of some sort that had growing within her since she’d sent those faces of hers, that she’d—

Oh my god.

No.

No, no, no.

She’d sent the email to the wrong person.

There, instead of Mary’s usually peppered responses, was a new email from James Potter, who she would have coined as a bloke who was not afraid to double email in times of clarification, had it not been for the fact that the email was part of a thread, meaning that she’d sent something back to him.

Her mortification at the mere fact that she sent it to him of all people grew at least a million times.

She was reminded of one of those scenes in the movies, the ones where the idiotic main character, who had a passion for seeking out the supernatural rather than running away, found herself walking towards a room with a stick in her hand as she knew full well that she was about to be sliced apart by an unknown force. Yes, that was her, only the impending doom that she felt bubbling inside of herself was due to the fact that she already knew what she’d done, that she was fully aware of the fact that she was about to be face a gruesome murder by the hands of embarrassment.

And there it was, like a colorful banner spread across the drab walls of the room, was an email from James saying:

Thank you for the acknowledgement? I don’t know what the appropriate response is, because saying anything else would mark me as unprofessional. Nice pictures, by the way. I’m fairly certain that’s the most I could say.

Best regards, James.

She didn’t know whether to slam her head against the keyboard or against the screen, but she supposed that the screen was the better option, seeing as she might accidentally send another wrong email again. Computer shortcuts were both a blessing and a curse, after all. She sighed, composing another email to explain herself, but no, that wouldn’t do at all. She needed to properly apologize, and a simple little email would not do it.

Dear James,

I’m so sorry regarding the last email I sent you. I swear it wasn’t at all intended towards you, and as much as I’d like to write about a million paragraphs to properly convey my remorse, I’m sure we’ve loads to do in our 9-5 jobs. Please, let me make it up to you. I’ll prepare a special dinner for both of us, and we can discuss the original email concerning the graphics, among other things, of course. Does Friday at 7 work for you?

Sincerely, Lily.

He responded nearly immediately, and she wondered if he was slacking off like she was or he was just quick to reply to everything.

Dear Lily,

That will do very well.

Best regards, James.

P.S. I sincerely wish I could be more informal in my emails.

The knock at the door came just when she’d deemed the meal finished in the oven.

She agreed that she might have done it a bit too much, having changed out of her blouse into a low-cut top that made her tits look really nice, and she’d applied three layers of mascara and a nice, cherry-red lipstick, because even if it wasn’t a date, James Potter was still gorgeous. She’d like to at least look presentable after he’d seen terrible photos of her face.

She answered the door and was greeted by him, his eyes raking over her body, which was just the effect she wished for, because maybe that was enough to make up for the fact that he’d seen her at an angle she wished no one but Mary could ever see her in. She was fairly certain that she looked the same, unsubtly admiring his body, his strong arms being displayed with the black tee that he was wearing, and his hazel eyes looked so much prettier with him being a mere foot away from her.

“Hey,” he breathed, and she gave him a small smile.

“Hi. Come inside,” she gestured, and he responded with an easy smile, his eyes taking in the view of her apartment. “The food’s still in the oven. You should seat yourself, and I’ll prepare everything.”

“Is this a restaurant, Lily? Only I think it’s only fair if I help you.”

His voice was quite lovely, and she internally beat herself up for wondering how it’d sound with him atop of her, but she quickly shook the thought out of her head, smiling sweetly up at him. “No, I insist. You’re my guest, aren’t you?”

“As a guest, I consider it quite rude of me to let you do all the work.”

“As the host, I consider it quite rude of me to make you do some work.”

“If I���m eating here, I think I should at least assist you.”

“Yes. You can help me by sitting your pretty bum down and wait. Besides, I’ve already set the table, so unless you’d like both of us to carry out the Shepherd’s Pie together, please make yourself acquainted with a dinner seat.”

He stared at her incredulously, and she wondered if he was contemplating whether or not he should actually carry it out with her, but then he smirked in defeat, making a great deal of emphasis of sitting down. “You’re more clever than I thought.”

“Did you have low expectations, then?” she responded, grabbing a pair of oven mitts, but she didn’t pull open the oven just yet, turning to gauge his reaction.

“Nah. My expectations of you were already up here.” He made a gesture of raising his hand above his head to demonstrate where she would be on his invisible scale. “But now, they’re right about here.” He reached up as high as he possibly could while sitting to the point that the bottom of his shirt lifted, revealing the abs that had unfortunately been obscured behind the tee, and if she followed that trail of hairs, god.

Not now, Lily. There was a time and place for everything, but now was most definitely not the time for dirty, perverse thoughts.

She focused her eyes on the oven instead, carefully taking out the Shepherds Pie and placing it down on the table gently. He made a sound of content, saying, “Smells delish.”

“I’d rather hope it did,” she replied easily, and she picked up her utensils, baring them in her hands as they did in the movies to demonstrate just how excited she was to eat. The Shepherds Pie, of course, not the man sitting across from her, though he looked just as delicious, maybe even more.

They dove right in, Lily allowing James to cut the first piece for himself, and they talked about the graphics for the magazine that they worked for, the information not being all that important for right now, though she did tuck away everything they exchanged with one another for later. It was really easy to talk to him, and she quite liked talking to him, because it wasn’t just the sound of his voice, but the way he could make conversation out of anything.

The little Tardis-themed salt and pepper shakers that she had lying atop of the table? He was quick to make a remark about that, and it was well worth the 20 quid that she paid for them if just for him to compliment them. It spurred into a well-heated debate. Could you believe? An argument concerning salt and pepper shakers?

Time seemed to fly by fast when she was talking to him too, and she wondered where had he been all this time she had been bored out of her mind in her office, knowing that if she knew just have amazing of a time she’d have with him, she’d bloody talk to him all day. The office hours would definitely pass by much more quickly. She voiced that thought to him, and he looked so bloody pleased with himself that she’d say it again if it meant that he would give her that same quirky smile of his.

And with time, she was quite concerned with how quick it had taken for her to develop feelings for him, and it was quite discombobulating how fast her heart speed up when he did smile, which appeared after just about every one of her little comments and retorts. And god, when his eyes raked over her, even if it might have been just because of how daring she had been with her fashion choices, it made the butterflies in her stomach fly at full force, like they were speeding up her heart rate solely by flapping.

The next thing she knew, the tray was empty, a signal that he was going to leave soon, and the fact of the matter was that she didn’t want him to go yet. She wanted him to stay, and she didn’t mean for the entire night, though she wasn’t at all partial to that idea, but long enough for her to get to know him more.

They’d sipped a bit of wine as they ate, and though she was far from drunk, she had just about enough of that liquid courage, standing up just as he stood up, presumably to leave for the night. “It was really nice to formally meet you, Lil—”

“Do you want to have a look around?”

His eyebrows drew up in surprise, and she honestly didn’t even blame him, as she literally just strung that question out at him, but then he gave her a small smile, nodding. “Sure. I’d love to have a look around Casa de la Evans.”

Her own lips drew upwards. “Well, don’t let me stop you. I’ll be behind you, in case you accidentally— or purposely— break something.”

“Is that so?” he asked teasingly, “Or do you want me to be your tour guide?”

“I lied. It’s your explanation that’s correct. I actually don’t know my way around the flat at all.”

“After this tour, you’ll know every inch of it by heart,” he replied, and he made a wide sweeping motion with his arms, “This is the dining room.”

“Evidently,” she smiled.

He whirled around to the living room and pointed, simply stating ‘living room.’ He was being the absolute cutest, but she wanted him in her bedroom, having concocted quite the plan, and she followed him down the small hallway, opening the first door. Upon the sight of the toilet and shower, he turned to her, a small cock of his eyebrow, saying, “This is the bathroom, where you get rid of your waste and then clean evidence of said waste.”

“That’s the strangest way to put it.”

“It was either that, or something concerning shit.”

She quirked her lips up at him, wondering how he could make talk about the bathroom sound endearing, and they walked out, closing the door behind them as they made their way to the adjacent bedroom. “Here is thy fair maiden’s bedroom, where she slumbers and retreats for the night.”

“Have a look around,” she replied, dropping their faux tourist act, and she watched as he eyes skimmed over the room, stopping prompt at—

Oh god. She’d left her bra out in the open, lying right near her bedpost, and there was nothing wrong about a bloke seeing her bra, seeing as she’d been the one who’d invited him in the first place, not to mention the fact that she had tits, meaning that it was a dead giveaway that she’d wear said products. Of course she’d have bras, but still, it was a bit embarrassing for it to be out in the open like that, because if she wanted him to see her bra, it’d be on her very chest, ready for him to remove.

“I’m sorry about that,” she told him, plucking it from the ground and stuffing it into her drawer.

“Don’t be. Was just surprised is all.”

He was looking at the pictures she’d framed on her bedside table now, and it contained a drawer, filled with miscellaneous things, like some candles, a few documents, and a pair of—

Could she?

Yes, she could, there was no doubt about it.

Should she?

Well.

No, but one only had just the one life to live.

She did the next action out of a whim.

She opened up the drawer, pulling out the pair of handcuffs that she’d bought out of pure boredom one day and looped them around his hand, not even trying with both of them because that would have been a hassle, and he’d undoubtedly catch on quickly and resist. She secured it around him and put the other cuff around her bedpost, glad that it locked in place once she’d shut it.

His reaction was priceless. His eyes were widened, only just taking in the event when she’d finished her work, and his eyes shifted from his hand and then towards her, looking to be in sheer disbelief. “Lily, what the fuck are you doing?”

That was a good question.

What was she doing?

She was more rational than this, she thought, and she scoured her brain for an excuse, as telling him that she wanted him to stay made her sound creepy. He waited for an answer, not at all looking mad, when she remembered what had caused this apology dinner in the first place. “We need to talk.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “We’ve been talking for the past hour.”

“Yes, but I mean…” she trailed off, biting her lip softly as she desperately hoped that he caught what she was referring to, even though she didn’t at all want to bring it up.

His eyes widened at her, and he reached out with his other hand, placing it on her shoulder. “Listen, Lily. You don’t have to worry about it. I’m not going to report you to HR, if that’s what you’re scared of.”

“I— thank you,” she replied, her cheeks flushing red, and she felt the color on her throat, “I don’t know why I did that, to be honest. I suppose it’s my idea of a joke.”

“The handcuffs or the email?”

“The handcuffs,” she answered, “The emails was directed to a friend, so that was completely intentionally. I— I’ll unlock you right now.”

She avoided his eye, the embarrassment of the situation fully creeping up on her now, and she dug around in her drawer in an attempt to look for it, but it was nowhere to be found. She checked under the candles, atop the documents, even going as far as reaching all the way back and pressing her fingers against the very edge of the drawer, hoping that it was there. No luck.

Oh, great. She’d done it now.

She had completely, unintentionally handcuffed someone to her bed, wondering if she’d broken any laws because of her own foolishness, because of something that was meant to be funny. “Lily?”

“I’m so sorry,” she nearly whispered, not sure whether to laugh or cry at this predicament that they were in, “I can’t seem to find the key anywhere.”

His lips curled up, evidently amused by her despite the fact that he was literally locked up in her room at his own mercy. “Lily, it’s honestly fine.”

“It’s not,” she insisted, “I— Here, I’ll make it up to you. What’s your favourite song? I’ll play it for you, and I— I’ll massage you! I’m sure working in an office all day has put some sort of strain on your back. Please, sit down.”

He made a half-arsed attempt at sitting on the bed, looking quite awkward with one hand held up in the air, and she started thinking of other circumstances where he’d look that way, circumstances that would ultimately end up with both his arms handcuffed with her atop of him— sans any clothing of course. She burst that bubble, because again, now was not the time.

“Lily, you don’t have to do anything. I—”

“No, you’re going to shut your pretty mouth up and let me give you a massage.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at her but raised his other hand up in defeat, to which he promptly made a motion of zipping his mouth shut. She climbed up on the bed behind him, and as she tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders, she was reminded of how akin this was to the intro of an adult film, with mediocre acting at best and the scene escalating quickly.

The only difference being, however, was that there would be no shagging, as far as Lily was concerned.

She kneaded his shoulder, just once, when he turned his head back to look at her, winding his free arm around her neck and pulling her beside him. She stared at him in shock, her heart beating at the speed of a race horse, but she didn’t budge, knowing that his grip on her would keep her in place. “You didn’t really think that I’d let you give me a massage, did you?”

“Well, you’ve no other choice, considering the fact that you’ve nowhere else to go. At least let me massage your wrist when you break free.”

“Break free? Am I your prisoner now?” he joked.

“Please don’t say that, because it makes me feel like I kidnapped you.”

“And you haven’t?”

“No, actually, believe it or not, my plan to seduce you did not involve a case of Stockholm Syndrome.”

“Seduce me, did you say?”

“Yes,” she affirmed, because there was no point in beating around the bushes. He had eyes, and he had to know that she dolled herself up to impress him, if she could judge by the way his eyes had lingered on her person the entire time they’d had dinner together.

“Can I be honest with you, then?”

“Are you implying that you’ve been lying to me this entire time?” she teased, and he smiled at her.

“Sort of, yeah,” he replied, and he turned his gaze away from her, though his hand, which had been looped around her back, wound its way towards her own hand, intertwining them together. “This might be a little embarrassing, but the reason why I reached out to you instead of Frank like he usually did was because I asked him for the switch. I, er, I sort of, really wanted to get to know you better? I really do like you, Lily.”

His confession was like music to her ears, a symphony that she wanted to hear for practically the rest of her life, but he wasn’t going to get her that easily. She was going to take advantage of this situation, because maybe, maybe she’d attempted to assert her dominance like the powerful woman that she hoped that she was, and she was not going to let him make her feel like putty when he was the one who was handcuffed to her bed.

Maybe, she begrudgingly admitted, she was a bit drunk from the wine, but she was still very much in control of her thoughts, or at least for the most part she was.

She shot up from the bed, pulling James’s arm off of her, and she stood in front of him, leaning down so that they were face-to-face, or face-to-chest. “And what are you going to do about it, James Potter?”

“I dunno, really,” he breathed, and she noticed that his eyes were trained on her lips rather than her chest, most likely because he wanted to be a bit more of a gentleman, “The current course of action is to accidentally email you some pictures of myself.”

Her cheeks flared up. “They were meant for my best friend.”

He cocked his head to the side like the smarmy idiot that he was. He was supposed to be defenceless in this situation, not getting the upper hand from it. “Really? That’s quite tragic. Could you make that face in the email for me right now, then? It’s quite cute.”

“It was not.”

“It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” He pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and flipping to his camera roll, revealing that he’d gone as far as saving the pictures. “See? Bloody adorable, you are.”

She didn’t at all think she looked adorable in those photos, the camera catching her worst angles, and they brought shame to her nice pictures, the ones she’d taken in pretty lighting with a proper smile, not an overly-exaggerated pout. Out of all the emails that she could have sent to him, why that one? She’d sent Mary loads of nice photos of her, so why couldn’t James be the recipient of those photos instead of what she’d actually sent to him? “Why aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be mad? Because you handcuffed me to a bed because you accidentally emailed me something?”

It sounded even worse coming out of his mouth, and she visibly flinched. “That’s precisely why.”

“I figure if it meant that I get to talk to you more, there’s virtually nothing wrong with it.”

James Potter. Charming. Gorgeous. Smooth.

She was undeserving.

“I’m going to look for the key again,” she said instead, and she turned around, pulling up her other drawers in case the key had somehow wounded its way in another part of her room, but she just didn’t quite get it. She’d never even touched the key, never even used the handcuffs, so just how did the key go missing? Perhaps she’d dropped it one time when she took out a candle, not knowing that it was attached to it. Yes, that had to be it.

“Need a little help over there?”

“Yes, actually, but seeing as the only person who could assist me is unable to move from his fixed spot near my bed, I’m afraid this is a one-woman expedition.”

“I’ll support your expedition. I’ll be a one-man cheerleader.”

She smiled in spite of herself. “Is that an excuse to throw compliments at me?”

“How else am I supposed to stress how gorgeous you are?”

“Then what am I supposed to do about you? I can’t very well cheer you on for sitting there and being pretty.”

“I disagree. There’s something called multitasking, you see.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s rather unfortunate. Give me some time to look for the key, and I’ll cheer you on in other ways.”

She heard him take in a shuddering breath, and she felt her lips curving upwards. She beat him at his own little game, despite having absolutely no idea what she meant by ‘other ways.’

She expected that she’d turned her entire bedroom upside down looking for the bloody key, and James, having stayed true to his word, cheered her on the entire 21 minutes that she’d spent searching, his words including, but not being limited to, a compliment of some sort, each one getting more and creative than the last, or was it less creative? She didn’t know. She surely wasn’t going to be picky about the compliments if he was so willing to give them to her in the first place.

But 21 minutes were put to waste, and the only difference between that time span and now was that her room was significantly messier than before. Even worse, she still hadn’t found the bloody key.

Would she have handcuffed the gorgeous bespectacled man to her bed had she known that she’d be unable to find that key?

Probably, probably not.

Who knew?

The fact of the matter was that she didn’t have the key, and there was no use in dwelling the possible outcomes that she could possibly be experiencing had she not locked him up. He’d probably be at home right now, and she’d definitely be lying on her bed contemplating how much she should have handcuffed him.

She just couldn’t win.

He was standing up again, probably due to the strain that the cuffs might have made to his wrists when he was sitting down, and he was nearly beginning to throw another compliment at her, she could tell. His compliments weren’t even simple ones that anyone could throw at her if they saw her walking down the street. No, James Potter seemed to be studying her— had to be— because no one could give her one glance and say something like— Oh.

Speaking of a compliment. “You know that feeling when you study your arse off for a test and you end up failing it anyway?”

“Yes?” She really hoped that he wasn’t going to tell her that looking at her gave him that same feeling, because what a blow that would have been, especially after this night that they had.

“Well, I reckon the sight of you is enough to forget that I fucking failed because then I’ll feel like I’m winning.” Ah. There he goes.

“But then—”

“Nope,” he cut her off, “I fucking won.”

“Have you?” she asked, moving towards him, his words giving her further courage as her fingers skimmed across his chest, “Have you really?”

“Yeah,” he let out, and she noticed the way he’d swallowed when he looked at her, his eyes growing slightly darker at the sight of her. Her fingers traced the outline of his jaw, admiring the curve of it, and she was completely aware of how frantic her heart was at the small distance between them, but she wouldn’t let that deter her. She drew her lips up close to him, and he watched carefully, and she allowed a small kiss to the corner of his lip, just barely tasting it, before easing her way towards his ear as she slightly slid her lips over his skin.

She stopped at his ear, whispering, “No, I don’t think you have.”

And with that, she pulled away, grinning victoriously when her actions had the desired effect on him.

Lily Jane Evans. Smart. Pretty. Confident.

“Fuck, Lily.”

“Maybe later,” she replied coyishly, adding, “I’m not going to do anything to you when you’re helpless.”

“I’m not bloody helpless,” he insisted, and he waved his free hand in the air, “If I wanted to, I’d have pushed you off of me.”

“The Stockholm Syndrome has gotten to you, apparently,” she joked, and he rolled his eyes at her halfheartedly.

“What will it take? More compliments? I don’t think I’ve ever had to pay someone with compliments.”

“Credit card transactions work just as fine,” she replied easily, “Only I’d feel awful if you actually paid me money.”

He smiled. “You know, if it wasn’t unprofessional, I would have gone on for hours about how bloody gorgeous you are after you sent me photos of your face. It took about fifty tries, I’d wager, before I finally came up with an email that didn’t imply that I thought you were pretty.”

She blinked, staring at him. “You’re kidding.”

“Nah.”

“Why would you—”

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

She scoured his eyes, his pretty, golden eyes that seemed to glitter as he stared back, for any signs that he might have been deceiving her in any sort of way, but all she saw was solemnity and, if she was correct, some adoration, like she hung the stars. And if she did hang the stars if his eyes bore the truth, then they were dangling in his eyes, shining brightly.

His hand flew up to cup her face gently, and he parted her lips open before leaning in as much as he possibly could, stopping a few centimeters short from her face. “Could I kiss you?”

A man who acted from consent. Lovely. “And ruin my lipstick?”

“Funny, I thought you wore it for me.”

“Funny, because then you’d be correct,” she replied, and the next thing she knew, her lips were on his, savouring the sensation as the feeling in her heart skyrocketed, and who knew James Potter could be so good at kissing with only one hand? His hand flew from her chin and down towards her waist, playing with the bottom of her shirt but not advancing any further.

She hoped that when she pulled away, there would be red staining his lips, because that meant that they’d done a great job of smearing it off. On the flip side, she didn’t want to know, because that meant that they’d stopped kissing, and oh god could she please stay like this forever?

It was almost as if her lips were made to fit against his, like their molds completely complemented one another in the sense that if one were to be made, the other had to be as well. He tugged slightly at her bottom lip before pressing one last light kiss on her, pulling away sweetly as he reached his forehead against hers.

“That was— wow,” she said, and she couldn’t at all help the smile that grew on her lips as he mirrored her actions, a light chuckle falling from his lips.

“Wow?”

“More than wow, actually.”

“I’d hope so,” he responded, “There’s hardly any lipstick left on your lips.”

She gently poked his mouth, a nice cherry colour now from their ministrations. “And there’s loads on yours.”

“Does it make me look pretty?”

“Very,” she nodded, and his smile grew more.

He brought her arms around his neck, saying in a quieter undertone, “I have something to tell you. Don’t be mad?”

“I’m the one who handcuffed you to the bed. I don’t think I’ll get mad.”

“All right,” he said, “Come here.”

“I’m right here.”

“Closer,” he elaborated, and he used his hand to bring her towards him so that she was flush against his chest, “Promise you won’t be mad?”

“I promise.”

“Pinky swear on it.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him but intertwined their pinkies together, smiling. “Will you tell me now? I’m getting quite antsy over what you’ve got to say.”

He paused, quite possibly for dramatic effect more than anything else, and—

“I’ve had the key in my pocket this entire time.”

She pulled away from him quickly, his eyes widened. “You what?”

“Oi,” he said, bringing her back towards him, “You promised you wouldn’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” she insisted, “Only that I didn’t expect— oh my god. You— When?”

“It doesn’t take that long for a bloke to notice that he’s about to get handcuffed to a bed, so I swiped the key from the drawer when you weren’t looking.”

“Oh my god,” she repeated, her voice filled with exasperation and amusement, “All this time I thought I lost the key.”

“Nah, it’s been right here all along,” he replied, patting the pocket in his trousers.

“Why’d you do it?” she asked him.

“Isn’t it obvious? I reckon it would have been the funnier approach by playing along with you. Was quite cute of you, I’d say.”

“That’s why you weren’t mad.”

“Wouldn’t have been mad if I didn’t steal it. Do you want to do the honours of releasing me?”

“Will you report me to the authorities for kidnapping?”

“Nah. I’ll report you for stealing instead.”

“Stealing?”

“My heart,” he quipped, and her lips curved upwards, watching as he took the key out of his pocket as he’d said and placing it into the lock on the handcuff, turning it and watching in satisfaction as it opened with a click. He threw it to the side, cupping her face gingerly with both his hands this time. “But, I’ll let it slide just this once.”

“Just this time?”

“And every time after.”

With that, he pressed his lips against hers, and she responded eagerly.

An email and a handcuff were quite possibly the strangest combination in getting two people together, but if she were to contemplate it later, she’d agree that it was all very well worth it.

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Selfish || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,302 Warnings: Smut! And a touch of angst. Summary: “I know you have loads of prompts, but I saw this photo of Matty wearing a simple white tee with the sleeves rolled up and black slacks and he looked so pretty and made me imagine his girl seeing him and thinking he looks so good and healthy and she goes up to him and wraps her arms around him to hug him and they share a kiss which turns into her rubbing his stomach and going lower and slipping her hand inside his boxers, and of course that leads to some v nice intimate slow sex! I'm trash.” Authors Note: So this turned out slightly more angsty than I think the requester imagined, but I hope you still enjoy it! Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!  

Matty had always been a stunner.

Something about him effortlessly screamed that on a daily basis. His jet black hair that curled and swirled soft as a cloud, his chocolate brown eyes that bore deeply into opposing eyes and searched for meaning and emotion - they chiseled this thin boy into an attractive man, one that girls hardly could keep their eyes off of. You were one of those girls.

A friend from the past, a fuckbuddy that kept in touch over the years, you had come to know Matty well in time. You knew his favorite food, what he liked to watch on the telly when his days grew boring, how he loved his head scratched. You heard his deepest secrets, mostly because you were that third party he could always rely to be there when things came up for him. You provided him with someone separate from the band, not swept up in his life yet still informed enough to act like a decision maker for when his hazy mind grew too clouded up to properly choose the path to lead him down. You appreciated him, and he appreciated you with sex. That was simply how your relationship worked. It was very inherently selfish on Matty’s side, but you did not care. You knew some day, when the time came fit, Matty would not be opposed to you indulging yourself in a bit of selfishness with him.

The time had come.

Meeting up with him at an old club for old time’s sake, you were shocked to see that the stunner you knew and came to admire for his looks and mind was absolutely handsome that night. The man you were used to seeing in all black and grungy looked positively dashing and incredibly healthy in a white tee with his sleeves rolled up and black slacks, his face flushed pink and lips as pink as ever. As he went to the bar and asked for a drink, probably some form of tequila if you knew him well enough, you felt your heart skip a beat. You knew that in this night, in this light, you were going to take your turn in the selfish game you both played. You knew that, by the time the two of you left that club, your lips would have touched and clothing would have been wrinkled from being discarded carelessly on the ground. Tonight, it was your turn. As you approached him, you tapped his shoulder. His face lit up as it met yours, not fully registering yet your intentions.

“{Y/N}! I was wondering when you’d show up. Fancy sitting down for a drink with me?”

“Actually,” you said after toting a smile in greeting, “I have something else I’d fancy doing.”

He still looked oblivious. Probably the tequila. “Oh?”

“Hug me, Matty.”

He did it without further instruction. Hugs were easy, platonic even. He hugged everyone, guy or gal, as if it were a handshake or a simple hello. Even in his tipsy state, he still saw them as such. It was only when you pulled back and then closed the distance between your mouths that Matty realized your intentions were not of the same nature. He could feel the power grab between the both of you switch, with him on the losing side for once. It tantalized him, bringing him to the conclusion that the only way this would go down would be with him inside you, getting absolutely trashed by the shape of your body and the movements of your hips against his. You were needy, and this time, he had to be the one to give himself up to that need. Poetic justice, he thought to himself.

What started as a kiss turned full make-out as more and more of Matty’s restraint crumbled around him. Hands in hair, arms around necks, breathy moans slipping off tongues - it was a wonder no one told you two to get a room by the time you both decided on getting one yourselves. Thankfully, this club had the foresight in design to plan ones out for couples like you, if you could really call yourselves a couple. Couples do not usually fuck each other selfishly. But perhaps you could exist as a selfish couple. No, not then anyway. Not when you were seeking a private room to fuck in the middle of a club. Perhaps later, when the thrill of sex dimmed off and Matty no longer was in that incredibly flattering outfit, if you still held the same feelings you did with it on. Perhaps then, you might consider it.

Matty locked the door behind you.

Your hands flew to him, clung to him like a magnet. They were familiar, knowing the general routine, knowing what Matty likes best. He held you, tight to his body and firm at your neck, instructing you to give into whatever selfish nature you were being compelled by. Your lips crash to his, slowing only so that your mind could work as your hands dipped ever so slyly down his abs, to his stomach, and finally beneath the hem of those slacks and the red boxers that sat underneath them. The breath Matty took in reflex of the touch thrilled you. You met it with a squeeze, which only amplified it more.

“One hell of a ‘long time, no see’ this is,” he gasped, your hand slicked up briefly by your tongue now starting to pump along his sensitive skin. “Not that I’m c-complaining, but what’s gotten into you?”

“You look fit,” you replied, teasing your thumb over his slit, making him moan against you, “and frankly I’m a bit lonely at the moment.” A lie. You had been chatting up this one boy who worked at the restaurant nearby you, with flowing blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. But Matty didn’t need to know that. You wanted to feel like you were taking from him as much as he was used to taking from you. You needed that. Lying was the only way you felt that you could. “I was going to simply chat with you to get over it, but seeing you look so handsome sort of took my mind elsewhere.”

Your hand working on his cock, Matty simply took your word for it. Your hand continued its pace, pumping and causing him to writhe against the wall, moans being drowned out by the muffled music outside the walls of the room. As he grew more desperate, your free hand trailed down to undo his zipper and free him of his slacks. They fell to his ankles before being stepped out of and discarded. His boxers went much the same way. Frazzled now only in a white, rolled-up shirt, Matty was gorgeous. A man you wished to take you and never let you go. You bit against his neck. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said sparks flew at the sound of Matty nearing his release. Wishing to keep your power, you took your hand away from him just when you thought he was done for, when he thought he was done for. He whined, painfully so, but you met him with a kiss, slow, passionate.

“Not yet,” was what you told him, though every fiber of his being screamed no, now. You stepped aside to dispose of your dress, which quickly took to the growing pile of closing Matty had begun on the floor. Your bra and underwear met that pile soon, leaving you completely exposed. Matty’s hands reached to slip off his shirt, but you halted them, shaking your head.

“Keep it on.”

His hands fell to the side. You smiled.

Though you were being selfish, you were not completely devoid of mercy. You could see, could feel that Matty was incredibly close. You saw that he needed you, ached to be in you, and as much as you wanted to draw out the time, making him cum simply felt right. Getting down on your knees before him, you looked into his eyes and took him into your mouth, stunning the boy. If the breath he had taken when your hand met his cock before was a sound, the noise he made from your mouth was like the angels singing. You hummed around him, causing him to jerk his hips. Wow, he is close. He did not even seem embarrassed as he came only a mere minute into having your mouth on him, your tongue swirling around his head, the pressure feeling so good. You hardly chided him for it. It felt good to know he finally had his release. Popping off of him, you stood up and began to walk over to your dress. Matty, even still recovering, called out to you to stop. You were met with pleading eyes upon turning to face him.

“Stay.”

“But Matty-”

“Let me fuck you,” he pleaded. “You always make me feel better. I-I want to make you feel better.”

The words were like music to your ears. Nodding, you allowed yourself to rejoin Matty. His hands once again on your neck, he backed you up until you were against the wall, flush against so that your body felt the cool chill of it starkly against the dark heat of his body. You noticed, as his mouth went to work against you, that his shirt was ever so slightly hanging off his shoulder now. This disheveled man, this beautiful and caring man, was trying to fuck you better again. You could hardly believe it. Your lips pressed to that empty skin on his neck, making him leave yours momentarily, and you were met by him guiding you away.

“It’s your turn to feel good, not mine.”

Perhaps you would put more thought into a selfish relationship with him after this was done.

His hands roamed down you, shaping your figure at every curve, taking in what he had to work with. They remain at your breasts for a moment, steady and firm, until they are suddenly rubbing at your clit, leaving you writhing and pounding at the wall. Hopefully no one thought you were in any trouble. You wished for the moment never to stop, especially prematurely due to a worried bystander. Thankfully, the interruption never came. Instead, Matty forged on until you were slick against his touch and ready for him to enter. He paused only to go grab a condom from his slacks’ pocket. Then, once it was on, he was all over you, kissing, nipping, touching. He slid into you with ease, holding one leg up with his arm, pressing you against the wall firmly with his thrust. It left you a gasping mess, which was music to his ears.

Sex rarely was slow for the two of you. Often, you were trying to fuck the bad feelings away, and those best fled with a quick release. However, Matty seemed intent on making this fuck not his average fuck. He trained his eyes on you, and pressed into you to a rhythm more soothing than electrifying, yet pleasing all the same. There was a quality of intimacy to his actions that you had never felt from him before. He looked almost yearning to make you feel something, rather than focus on the fact his dick was inside you and you would cum soon. He wanted it to be more. Even when his hand fell back into making motions on your clit, you still could tell he had more behind his touch than he was leading on.

Your orgasm spiked in you without warning. Head thrown back, you could barely get out a moan to Matty to let him know before you shook against him, clawing at his back and sides, toes curling at the sensation. It was a wild feeling, so wild you barely noticed Matty cumming again as well, stuttering even from his slow pace. Something about you simply got him back to that place of pleasure. Perhaps you were that enticing. When you came to again, you caught him watching you instead of pulling out and acting nonchalant as usual. You nervously laughed, blushing under his gaze.

“So...that was a thing.”

“Did I make you feel better?”

“Hmm?”

“About being lonely,” he mentioned, and suddenly a pool of guilt filled where the heat had once been. “Did I help with that?”

You sighed. You had to tell him. “I..I…”

“Because I wanted to make sure you felt the way you always make me feel,” he replied, his eyes soft. “You always make me feel better and I always take from you and well...I suppose I wanted to give back the favor and let you see how nice it is. How much I appreciate it. Did I do a good job?”

It was an aching feeling. Of course he made you feel good. It was amazing, hot as hell given how he looked. But this...this had been unexpected. You had conned him into being emotionally invested in you. It made your heart hurt to think that he ever felt the same sinking feeling you did. Then again, he probably had not lied to get you in bed like this before. But you couldn’t tell him that. It would break your heart to. Instead, you plastered on a fake smile, put your hand on his shoulder, and nodded.

“You did well. Thank you.”

His smile ached you at your core. One day you would tell him. One day it would come out. For now? You would let him have his happiness. He could continue to have it, at least until you decided on if you would indulge in your dream for a selfish relationship with him. He could have it, until the greed ate you up alive.

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Successful XiaoMi Roborock S50 S55 Yew Tee Singapore

Roborock S5 Robot Vacuum Review: Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of None

Flip the Roborock S5 above and you'll discover two rubber wheels on both sides, a wheel in front, and a three-spoke side brush to the left. Between the wheels is the mix rubber and bristle roller brush. Though similar to the brush on the Eufy Robovac 30c, the S5's roller brush stayed remarkably free of hair and fuzz. Layout  The security company AV-Test recently assessed four distinct robot vacuums' safety, such as the Roborock S55 and the iRobot Roomba 980. The Roborock S55 performed the worst; AV-Test explained that this was"Due partially to gross security deficiencies in data transmission, the transfer of information to third parties, the app's unexplainable thirst for data, as well as a clear need for progress in the announcement on the handling of consumer data." According to a Roborock representative, although the Roborock S5 employs exactly the same app produced by Xiaomi as the S55 (Xiaomi is an investor in Roborock), map information is saved locally on the robot and just enters the Cloud when a user views the map on the smartphone app.

As much as 20 maps are stored in the Cloud at any time and are deleted after a year. When users delete a map it's also eliminated from the Cloud. Exactly what the Roborock S5 lacked cleaning thoroughness, it made up for with speed, cleaning our hardwood and carpet test region in an average of 15 minutes and 22 seconds, nearly a complete hour faster than the Roomba 690 and 45 minutes quickly compared to Shark Ion R85. It was as fast as the Neato Botvac D7, which cleaned the test region at a mean of 10 minutes. We're excited about zone cleaning since it's a great way to perform a daily cleaning of a hall or kitchen. From the primary display on the app, you can draw boxes. Unlike the iRobot Roomba i7+ and the Neato Botvac D7, you can't save or name the zones, which means you have to redraw the area each time you want to wash them. Adding to the confusion is an Edit Map button on the display that allows you draw on barrier cassette and no-go zones. Among our favourite design elements of the Robovac S5 is its"hood." Flip the piece that is up and you'll find the dustbin hidden in the middle, along with a indicator light and system reset button.

The S5 was the robot vacuum cleaner we examined that had an space to hold the otherwise easy-to-lose tool for cleaning the brush roll, a clever means to maintain while enhancing the general aesthetic. An section close to the rear is meant to maintain the microfiber mop module. At 63.8 decibels, the Roborock S5 was noticeably louder than the Shark Ion R85 (59.2). We had the ability to have a conversation because the vacuum worked around us but raised our voices. In our lab tests, the Roborock S5 performed well, but not outstandingly so. On hardwood and carpet, it picked up an average of 96.2 percent of the Cheerios strewn across the test region, which was marginally less than the iRobot Roomba 690 (99.5 percent), the Neato Botvac D7 (99.8) and the Shark Ion R85, that divides a perfect 100 percent with this evaluation. The Roborock S5 measures 13.8 inches in diameter, more than an inch larger than the Shark Ion R85; it is also larger than the 13-inch iRobot Roomba 690 and the 13.2-inch Neato Botvac D7. Installation and program  We were reluctant to give the S5 free reign to wash in case it decided to try and clean our rug, therefore we utilized the spot-cleaning mode, which sheds a 1.5- meter (4.9 feet) area around where the S5 is placed. Turns out our hesitations were unfounded. The Roborock S5 made about as much water onto the ground. If it had cleaned as well as a Swiffer does.

Security concerns Picking pet hair on both the hardwood and carpeting stymied many of the robot vacuums we tested, such as the Roborock S5;it picked up only 79.5% of pet hair--10 percent less than the Botvac D7 and 8.5 percent less compared to Ion R85. However, the S5 did finest the Roomba 690's 73.3 percent pet hair pickup speed. Mopping performance Much like the program that accompanies the Mi Home app, the Eufy Robovac 30C is designed to control home smart devices. The layout is not instinctive while the vacuum part of the app is robust. All in all, the Roborock S5 accumulated an average of 86.8% of all test debris on carpeting --a performance on a level with all the Neato Botvac D7, but well below the Shark Ion R85's 97.2 percent. The S5's hardwood performance told a similar tale, picking up an average of 83.9 percent of test debris. The Botvac D7 bested it by 12 percent. The Roborock S5 distinguishes itself with a mapping feature that's unique one of the robot vacuums we analyzed, but unfortunately, its art is more of a novelty than helpful. A half-inch thin disk using a microfiber pad attached with velcro clicks resides under the rear of the vacuum. Fill out the dish with water, click it adjust the Cleanup mode and you are ready to wash. The main screen shows the area in meters, cleaning time and our item of information--remaining battery life. Along the bottom are icons for Go, Dock, Clean and Zoned Cleanup. In the robot's center is a raised laser cover with a splash of orange underneath on the Neato Botvac D7. Over the cover are physical buttons for cleaning, on/off and recharging. Maybe due to its white color, the wall detectors on front and side of the S5 are more conspicuous than on other versions, but they do not detract in the bot appearance.

We were amazed with how the Roborock S5 approached walls and barriers. The bumper on the Roomba 690 appeared to announce it hit something with clunk; the S5 was much more polite. The robot slows its strategy and its own side brush before gingerly approaching an obstruction . The S5 pushed on chairs and puppy bowl around the floor over the Shark Ion R85 and also the Neato Botvac D7. It wasn't destructive, but I would not leave a vase on a plant stand around through a cleanup. When the Roborock S5 get its bearings, it cleaned regions in a exact, back-and-forth snake layout. The robot vacuum immediately found its way under our dining room table through the maze weaving its way to the other. We appreciated how hewed to walls and chair legs;it tackled walls and edges as the Neato Botvac D7. The vac was also smart enough to fully avoid a thick pile rug which felled additional robot vacuums, but its taller height meant it didn't fit under our chairs or our low-clearance sofa. Despite its larger size, the Roborock S5 deftly maneuvered through tight spaces. At 3.8 inches high, the S5 sits squarely between the 3.9-inch Botvac D7 and the 3.7-inch Roomba 690. While we don't love the laser cover at the middle, the feature was significantly less obtrusive than the one on the D7, that has a large overhang and penchant for getting stuck under room chairs. You want it to look if it's docked in your living space, if you're adding a robot vacuum cleaner to your home. The Roborock S5 eschews the black-and-gray colour scheme embraced by other vacuums for white, with muted silver trim around the rim. If you guessed that the Go icon would begin a basic cleaning cycle, you'd be wrong. Rather, God directs the S5 to a user-chosen point on the cleansing map for the bot to perform a place cleaning. By activating the icon, a vacuuming cycle is initiated. Buried in the Settings menu are five distinct Cleanup modes: Quiet, Balanced, Turbo, MAX and Mop. The program, and by extension, the vacuum, retains the mode last used.

Cleaning performance The Roborock S5 may also be controlled via Amazon Alexa and Google Home. But don't expect to get some features using Alexa; the choices are On and Away, which prompts to bot to come back to its foundation. Google Assistant adds"Return to Dock," which sends the robot home, as opposed to Stop, which divides the vacuum in its tracks. "Starting the cleanup," a cheery voice announces from deep within the Roborock S5. Instead of a series of Morse code-like beeps and chimes employed by the Neato Botvac D7, the Shark Ion R85 and lots of modern appliances, the S5 admits what it's going to perform in easy-to-understand language prompts. The Roborock S5 is mostly controlled via the Mi Home app (Android and iOS). Linking the robot to the app and to our home wi-fi network took two triesbecause the directions for pairing the bot into the Wi-Fi network weren't very clear. Abstruse instructions quickly turned into a theme of the S5. The guide recommends running a normal vacuum cycle . We did this, but it didn't seem to help. The S5 abandoned the mopped area dull and somewhat sticky. If it was possible to use something in addition to water from the tank it could have performed better. The black-and-white pier for your Roborock S5 is marginally taller than the vacuum. It's only needed if you're planning on using the mop attachment, although A large, clear plastic mat attaches to the dock. Note that Map Saving Mode is now in beta and must be toggled on separately under Vacuum Settings in the program. We spent a few test runs re-mapping our first floor due to the map not saving automatically. Both the iRobot Roomba and the D7 can store multiple floor plans.

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So I was bored last night while my parents watched NCIS over and over, so I wrote a ficlet in the vein of that Clexa one I wrote a ways back? With the party and Lexa waking up to a snuggle-happy Clarke?

Raven/Anya this time around, slightly different dynamic. Blame my boredom if it’s eh, it’s hard to feel creative when NCIS is on in the background

It was one of the things I dabbled in during my time away, hope you can get some enjoyment out of this

There were at least three major things Raven loved about summer break. The first being the obvious, that she’d have a major reprieve from worrying about exams, because damn. The second being that end-of-year parties were fantastic almost as a rule. The third was that she’d get to leave her shitty tiny dorm bed behind in favor of actual beds, even if they weren't always hers. Not that she’d ever been one to sleep in, but a good bed made for a good sleep regardless of the hours, and sometimes regardless of extenuating circumstances like hangovers.

So when she woke up Saturday morning in a very comfy bed, in comfy sheets, feeling cozy and warm, and nursing a much more forgiving hangover than she’d expected given how she’d blacked out the previous night, well, all she could do was thank god for summer break and give herself a stretch.

Or, well, she tried to, at least, her left side managing the feat just fine. It took her a moment to realize that the unusual warmth she felt was from the body latched onto her right side.

It was a little tough to say who it was, given the woman had promptly buried her face in Raven’s neck after her attempt to stretch, apparently not a fan of Raven moving around at ten after seven in the morning. However, the blonde hair narrowed it down, and a peek under the covers revealed a tattoo that left Raven both curious and confused.

Lexa’s older sister Anya showed up at a few of their group’s parties each year, and was generally decent enough but a little cool, a little thorny at times when she wasn’t around Lexa or Clarke. Not that Raven minded much, or that it did anything to quell the longstanding crush she’d had on Anya from afar for the last few years.

Of course, Anya also didn’t drink much, so it left Raven wondering why and how they ended up in a bed together. Partially dressed, sure, but still.

As tempting as it was to stay put, Raven really didn’t want to face the rejection or destruction of her fantasies, and her empty stomach was quickly making its demands known, so she began trying to carefully disentangle herself from Anya. ‘Try’ being the key word, with how tightly her bedmate held her in place.

“Mmmh...honey, stop it. Tryin’ to sleep.” Anya grumbled, nose nuzzling into the crook of Raven’s neck.

Raven had never really been one to revel in morning afters, or to put much thought into how potential partners might feel come dawn. Usually, she left long before anyone woke up, but apparently she’d met her match in Anya, the living bear trap, who insisted she stick around.

Normally, she’d be put off, considering it needy, but the gravelly rumble of Anya’s voice and the ensuing pet name had been more endearing than anything.

“Don’t you usually wake up early?” Raven asked, letting out a sharp puff of air through her nose.

“Seven. But when I drink, eight...maybe eight-thirty.” Anya answered, and maybe Raven couldn’t keep from laughing at the woman’s idea of sleeping in. Maybe Anya gave her a light jab to the ribs. “Stop it. Lemme sleep.”

“Were you this feisty last night?” Raven asked, giving another try at leaving Anya’s grasp, not really making any progress the second time around, either.

Anya huffed and slung a leg over her hips. “You don’t remember? Of course you don’t.”

The strange disappointment in Anya’s voice had Raven sinking back down onto the bed completely. “Why, what’d I do?”

“Oh, nothing special. You spilled your tequila on me, then immediately vomited on me.  Very charming, I assure you.” Raven felt a deep sinking feeling in her stomach at the thought. Usually when she drank too much, she ended up fine, but vomiting on Anya was a whole other level of fucked.

“I am so sorry, Anya.” Thankfully, her bedmate let out a hum of approval and snuggled closer.

“Which you told me repeatedly last night. I do appreciate it, though you were much sweeter last night. And you were much more intent on assuring my comfort.” Anya added, following her words with a lengthy yawn. “Kept telling me to sleep in bed with you, so you could keep me warm. So let your ‘angel’ sleep.”

That word had a few shreds of memories filling her mind. Coming down the stairs and spilling her drink on Anya. Vomiting and losing her footing, falling onto Anya. Being caught by Anya. Apologizing profusely, tearfully. Anya getting her safely into the shower, holding her hair at the toilet, helping her to bed. Raven thinking the woman was an angel for putting up with it all, for her patience, her kindness. Apparently, there was a chance that she made a habit last night of calling Anya that last night.

While she couldn’t remember it, Anya had clearly settled in with her for the night, so she must have done something right.

Raven shook her head, thinking maybe she was more charming than she already thought. “God, way to play hardball. But I guess I deserve that.”

“Mmmhm, you do. You also deserve to be my pillow for the next hour.” For all the snark, Raven was pretty sure she really did owe Anya.

But she didn’t have to play along entirely. She would be Anya’s pillow, sure. But past that, bets were off.

“Nnnnnnnnnnninety-nine bottle of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beeeer...”

The hands gripping her body suddenly shifted, fingernails pressing sharply into her body through her thin tee. “Raven, I will end you if you continue that.”

“Okay, okay. Just trying to find something to do while you sleep.” She answered, her words thankfully granting her momentary relief. Apparently annoying Anya awake was out of the question. “Foooood. Food food food. What to eat for breakfast...” She added in a slightly loud whisper a few moments afterward.

“I can still hear you.” This time, the claws didn’t come out, but Raven did feel a little lighter on oxygen from how tight Anya clutched her.

“It’s just I’m awake and I’m hungry.”

“Keep it to yourself.”

“I think better out loud.”

“And I sleep better when no one’s talking right into my ears.”

“I can’t help it, I’m hungry!”

“Deal with it.”

Raven peered at the door with great yearning as her stomach rumbled. Usually, it only took her a half hour at most after waking before she was eating something. Her poor body wasn’t used to this, especially after puking everything out the previous night. She was used to breakfast, and getting things done. It was cruel and unusual punishment, probably.

Which she could handle, sure, but she didn’t really want to. She wanted her cake and to eat it. So maybe if vinegar hadn’t worked, then honey would.

It took her a few minutes to pull that song from Back to the Future from her memory banks, long enough for her to think maybe Anya was close to falling back asleep again and securing her fate.

She could only hope her final gambit would work.

“Earth angel, earth angel...will you be mine...” Raven made sure not to be loud, but still audible, knowing Anya wouldn’t appreciate anything that would be too harsh in contrast to the silence she preferred. Certainly singing would be a distraction, but hopefully one that could convince Anya to let her wake up and maybe return with food for them both, or return to be her pillow, or whatever.

Any result where she could eat and keep Anya company would be fine in her books.

As she proceeded through the song, she felt a tiny bit more anxious, seconds turning to more than a minute without any physical or verbal response. With one last bit left, her brain was too busy thinking of another strategy to register the body moving in her arms until Anya was hovering over her, a finger pressed to Raven's lips.

The rest of the song died in her throat as she looked up in anticipation, hoping Anya would offer her one more shred of mercy.

“My darling dear...I need you to be quiet. If I promise to let you up so you can get something to eat, will you promise to come back here?” Raven nodded hastily at the offer, not wanting to hesitate and have Anya take it off the table. “Fine. But I get to sleep as long as I like, then, and not just until eight.”

Anya deflated at the assertion, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place. “What? Come on. Please?”

“No.” Anya shook her head, staring intensely down at her. “This is how it’s going to go, since you’ve nearly sabotaged my sleep. I’m going to let you have breakfast. You’re going to be my pillow for as long as I need you, and because you owe me, you’re going to opt out of the lunch trip to Rizzo’s and stay behind with me to check on the smoked meats for dinner.”

Raven’s jaw set to the side, knowing she really did owe Anya, but she loved Rizzo’s. They had the best wings. “But that takes, like, all of fifteen minutes.”

“Buying us enough time to have lunch...” Anya started as she got up to her knees and moved up to Raven’s head. And maybe she felt a deep hunger for what laid in wait behind Anya’s panties, her musk reaching her nose from the brief distance. “...and to serve you some dessert.”

Maybe the line was tacky as hell, but Raven couldn’t laugh, not when something other than food had leapfrogged everything else to the top of her daily to-do list. Hell, she couldn’t stop staring. “Is it finger-licking good?”

The smack upside her head had Raven thinking that maybe she just should have agreed instead of pushing the envelope. “Did you seriously compare me to KFC? The fuck...”

“I totally didn’t even mean it that way.”

“Why do I even like you?”

“Okay, I’m a total catch. I’m technically a genius...”

“...and practically a mindless menace that hates sleep...”

“...I graduated undergrad from MIT at nineteen, and I don’t hate sleep!”

“You hate me getting sleep. That’s the only explanation.”

Raven let out a huff and brought her hands to Anya’s hips. “I’m sorry, angel...can I take the deal?” She peered up at Anya with her best puppy dog eyes, not wanting to fuck up a good thing. She always managed to toss out some throwaway remark that soured things between her and others she’d been interested in over the years. Missing out on Anya over an absurd one-liner would be a travesty.

The four seconds before Anya sat down on her chest felt like an eternity, and she wanted Anya to not feel as defeated as her sigh made her out to be, but Raven felt hopeful it’d work out.

“You’d owe me even more.” Anya noted shaking her head. “I’m too awake now. I won’t be able to fall asleep again.”

“We can nap in the afternoon, as long as you want, Anya. Wherever you want.” Her promise had Anya glancing over her shoulder at the doorway.  

“Even on that oversized recliner in the living room? You know Octavia would be pissed.” It was true, given Octavia always claimed that bit of furniture for herself and Lincoln. Still, it was worth the effort.

Raven brought a hand over to knit with one of Anya’s, leaving the other to gently rub at her bedmate’s hip. “Wherever you want. O can deal with it. If you want to snuggle in the big chair with me, it’s gonna happen. I’m Raven Reyes, I can do anything.”

With a sigh, Anya shuffled backward enough to pull Raven up into a seated position. “And what else?”

The challenge was an easy one, especially given her longstanding crush on the woman. “I’ll make you breakfast and handle the clean-up while you read. I’ll give you a foot massage. I’ll be very, very dedicated when lunch-time comes around.” She offered before leaning forward and pulling Anya into a kiss, thumb stroking her crush’s cheek as she channeled all of her yearning and desire into Anya, needing her to know that this wasn’t a joke to her, that this wasn’t a weekend fling if Anya didn’t want it to be. “And I will be so happy to make it all up to you, angel. With interest.”

Anya’s gaze flickered between her eyes, hot breath washing against Raven’s lips. “I like the sound of interest.” Anya dipped forward for a quick fluttering pair of kisses. “And you’re sleeping in my room tonight.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” She added, running a hand through Anya’s messy blonde waves. She’d never really been one for blondes in the past, but Anya pulled off the bottle blonde look damn well.

Anya leaned up slightly, pressing her lips to Raven’s nose. “Fine. Now go make breakfast, I’m hungry.”

"Comin' right up!" Raven cheered as Anya freed her, letting her hop out of bed and jog out to the kitchen, knowing no one else would be awake for hours.

With a whole morning ahead of her, and maybe the shot at escalating things between her and Anya, Raven was only more convinced that summer break was the goddamn best thing.

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ccvi.

What kind of pants did you wear today? >> Lounge pants, I guess they’re called.

How old is your television? >> I don’t know. A few years old, I assume.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? >> Two laptops.

When did you last talk on the phone with someone? >> I don’t remember.

Are you currently sleepy? >> No.

Do you own any television series box sets? >> I don’t.

Have you ever been in a fight with your best friend? >> I can’t even imagine what would prompt Can Calah and I to ever fight with each other. There’s nothing to fight about.

When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? >> Whenever the last time Sparrow hugged me was.

Was the last movie you watched a horror film? >> It was. (The Void.)

Do you own a lot of tee shirts? >> More than is necessary, certainly.

Do you plan your outfits ahead of time? >> No.

Have you ever spent the night in jail? >> No.

Would you say you’re a bad influence on others? >> That’s not something I know how to determine. I’d imagine my influence varies depending on the influenced.

Do you handle pain well? >> The nature of the pain determines how well I handle it. I’m usually inclined to stoicism in the face of pain, but some kinds of pain override that pretty quickly.

Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? >> No. I can’t even comprehend that.

Where is your favorite place to go when you’re depressed? >> To bed.

In high school, were you in trouble a lot? >> I wasn’t in trouble a lot, but I was in the guidance counsellor’s office more often than I’d have liked to be.

Do you enjoy your hairstyle? >> Meh. It needs to be cut again.

Do you have long hair or short hair? >> Quite short.

How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? >> None.

Do you have a leather jacket? >> I have a mock-leather jacket.

Do you have weak upper body strength? >> Somewhat, yeah. I was stronger when I was transient and had to carry my life on my back.

Do you think hugs are awkward? >> “Awkward” isn’t the word I think of, no.

Do you think facial hair is gross? >> It’s gross when it is unkempt and unwashed.

Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color? >> Sure.

What color was the last cup you drank from? >> Black. It has Captain Phasma on it.

Have you ever been to the zoo before? >> Yes.

What instruments do you know how to play? >> None.

How late did you stay up last night? >> Not too late. I think I went to bed between midnight and 1a EST.

How late do you plan on staying up tonight? >> I have no idea. I don’t think about it too much; I just go to bed when I feel ready to do so.

Have you ever done hard drugs before? >> A few.

Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? >> I don’t know. If so, I didn’t notice (or find it weird).

Do you own a Snuggie? >> I don’t.

What is your favorite band of all time? >> I suppose the best candidate for that role is Pearl Jam, considering how long and how consistently I’ve loved them.

Would you consider getting a tattoo any time soon? >> Of course. If I had the money for one.

Are there any paintings on your wall? >> No paintings, no.

What movie did you last watch with someone? >> The Dark Tower.

Are you afraid of airplane rides? >> Not at all. I love flying.

What do you think is the best smell in the world? >> I can’t possibly determine that.

If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? >> I don’t feel like getting up to find out, but I’m about 85% done with We Need To Talk About Kevin.

Do you think people are intimidated by you? >> I’ve been told as much by a variety of people over time.

Do you have a job you like? >> ---

Have you ever lived with a roommate before? >> I’ve only not lived with roommates once in my life, and I was too depressed to enjoy it.

Do you like candles? >> I sure do. I’m very specific about scents, though.

What is something you lose often? >> Lip balm. But I usually find it eventually.

What will you be doing in the next ten minutes? >> Still working on this survey, most likely.

How many scarves do you own, if any at all? >> Three or four, I think.

Where did you last sleep? >> In bed.

Do you have Netflix? >> Yes.

Do you enjoy dancing? >> I sure do.

Do you ever go shopping with your parents (not including grocery shopping)? >> Not since I left my parent’s home.

Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life? >> No.

Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience. >> I’ve had it twice. What’s to describe, other than the distinct impression that one is constantly and inconclusively expelling their entire bodily mass from both ends of their gastrointestinal tract...?

Have you ever read anything by Chuck Palahniuk? What did you think? >> I read Haunted, and one other, I think. It was a long time ago, so not only have I forgotten what I thought, it is probably different than what I’d think if I were to read them again now.

How do you tend to amuse yourself on long car journeys? >> Reading, thinking, looking out of the window, napping, or listening to music or podcasts.

Do you find that caffeinated or alcoholic drinks make you pee more than normal? >> No. If I do pee more than normal while drinking, it’s because I’m consuming more liquid in a short period of time than I normally would be. Simplest of cause/effect relationships.

How often do you need to charge your phone and iPod (on average)? >> Once a day, or once every other day.

Do you still enjoy watching Disney movies? >> Almost all of the Disney movies I’ve seen were as an adult, so.

What are some interests you have in common with your parents? >> My father is creative in a DIY sort of way, and I share that interest. He also enjoys history, as do I (although our specific historical interests differ). We both like to explore, and take different paths (in more ways than one).

How old were you when your parents trusted you to stay home alone all day? >> I don’t think I’ve ever had that privilege in my entire time under his roof.

If you could go to one country for two weeks, all expenses paid, where would you go and why? >> Iceland. Why not?

Do you drink more or less water than is recommended? >> I don’t put any stock in the “recommended” amount of daily water intake. I drink as much as I care to, and don’t worry too much about it.

Do you like taking walks? >> Sometimes.

What do your parents think about piercings and tattoos? Do you agree with them? >> My father doesn’t care for tattoos or piercings anywhere but the ears. I obviously do not share this distaste in the slightest.

What are your religious beliefs? Are these the same as your parents’? >> My father and I are both independent and syncretic seekers.

Do you find it difficult to get to sleep early when you have to be up for something the next day? >> In general, I find it difficult to force sleep when I am not sleepy, yeah.

Who has more influence over your taste in music - friends or family? >> Er...

Do you crave alone time, or are you someone who loves being around other people a lot? >> I require a substantial amount of alone time; if that is given, then I find that I am definitely more willing to socialise with others when the opportunity arises.

Are you one of those people who texts back instantly >> Yes.

Assuming money wasn’t an issue, what car would buy right now, given the chance? >> Anything by Tesla Motors.

Do you think going to college/university is the best option after you’ve left school? >> For some students, I’m sure it is. Not for every student.

Is it easy to sleep late in your house, or are other people pretty noisy in the mornings? >> Sparrow works nights, so it’s definitely quiet in the mornings, since she’s asleep.

Do you prefer watching movies alone or with other people? >> I usually watch movies alone, but they can be fun with others as well. It really depends on the company, their movie-watching habits, and the movie itself.

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? >> Considering “full price” doesn’t always suggest quality in this country, I’m always skeptical about paying full price for anything.

You have 5 minutes - grab 3 snacks from the grocery store. What are they >> That would obviously depend on what grocery store I’m in.

Dancing, acting, and singing - which two are you best at? >> Singing, then dancing.

Deep fried Oreos & deep fried pickles - would you try either? >> Hell no. I’d rather starve.

Do you remember how old you were when you found out where babies come from? >> I don’t remember. I read books about that sort of thing rather early, because I was curious.

Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. >> Smart and funny. Those two things secured, other desirable traits tend to come along for the ride.

Snow or sand? Soda or juice? Cake or cookies? Royalty or immortality? >> Snow. Juice. Eugh. Immortality.

Which is more important to you: make-up or hair? >> Er... important in what sense...?

For an entire month would you rather have a unibrow or no eyebrows at all? >> I really don’t care.

What is one tradition that you and your family have? Do you enjoy it? >> ---

Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it? >> I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not 100% clear on what “being used” looks or feels like.

You can go back in time & change something in your Mom’s past - what is it? >> ---

Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? >> I mean, probably. I don’t know the sizes of everyone I know.

Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? >> Yes! I wasn’t scared because that’s not the sort of thing I’d be frightened by, but it was very fun and engaging.

Money doesn’t matter - choose a vacation destination and pick your party: >> Yawn.

Who is the last person you talked badly about behind their back? >> Sigma, probably, in venting.

Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see? >> I don’t care what he sees. We’re both adults.

Flip your arm over - can you see your veins? >> I usually can’t see my veins, except for the one that pops up in the crook of my right elbow. A phlebotomist’s answered prayer, that one.

Pick a movie at least 5 years old that you absolutely love: >> Uh... Event Horizon.

Apparently, you can’t tickle yourself. Do you think that’s true? >> I have no reason not to accept it as truth.

Do you ever buy snacks at the movie theater? What do you get? >> No.

When was the last time you had to jump? >> I don’t remember.

At what time does it start getting dark where you live? >> At this time of year, sunset is around quarter to nine.

Which is worse: dusting or mopping? >> Worse, meaning...?

Peanut butter VS. Caramel - which side are you on? I like peanut butter but I largely dislike caramel.

Have you ever complained to a manager about anything? What was it? >> I haven’t been in that position that I can remember, no.

Any idea where the shirt you’re wearing was made? Take a guess. >> I’m going to guess China.

Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? >> It depends in which way they were intensely religious. I would not marry a fundamentalist of any religion, or anyone with strict legalist ideas. But passion is perfectly acceptable.

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can we just surrender.

TAGGING: Troian Bellisario, Keegan Allen @supitskeegs

LOCATION: Mandarin Oriental, Barcelona.

TIMEFRAME: July 13th, 2017.

NOTES: An interrupted conversation at Colton’s birthday leads to so much more in Troian’s hotel room. *NC-17 

Troian rose up from her chair, tucking her hair behind her ear. She appreciated the invitation to this shindig, but Troian couldn't help but feel a little out of place. She didn't know Colton all that well, and this party was meant to celebrate him. Troian had a feeling she had been a gratuitous pity invite, meant to even out the group but she wasn't offended. At least she knew everybody here, and at least everyone was doing their best to fill her in on all the inside jokes. Taking her red plastic cup that she had scribbled Troi on with a little heart next to it, Troian moved to go get a re-fill of the non alcoholic variety and saw Keegan standing a little ways away in the corner. Her expression brightened, feeling grateful he was there. "Hey," she greeted him with a warm smile. "You escaping the madness too? Mind if I hang out with you for a bit?"

Keegan was excited to be out and celebrating Colton's birthday. It was a small thing, only with a few other people and he was glad Troian was there since they were the ones who weren't in a relationship. He didn't know Caity well and after everything with Grant, Keegan still avoided him at all costs. Danielle was there but since she was with Grant, he wasn't really spending time with her so he was glad Troian was there to hang with. He expected that Colton would want to be drunk on his birthday but of course he was going to decline. He didn't expect Troian to however, but he appreciated that she wouldn't drink around him. He found a spot in the corner, observing his now drunk friends and smiling when Troian joined him. "Hey, yeah," he said while chuckling. "Don't mind at all," he added, taking a sip of his water. "I feel like I've constantly been surrounded by drunk people this trip. I mean I guess it was expected since they have some great drinks here, but still."

Troian pulled a sympathetic face as Keegan said this. She knew it didn't bother him as much as it used to, but it still had to be difficult. "Yeah," she responded softly and rubbed his arm in what she hoped was a comforting manner. "You're doing really well though," she gave him an encouraging smile that matched the corners of her eyes with the sincerity she had. "I'm proud of you, Keegs. You haven't relapsed in a..long time, and I know it's a battle daily, especially when you're stressed. You've done so good." Keegan's strength was always something she admired about him and any chance to point it out to him, she gladly took. She put down her cup and crossed her arms over her chest, surveying their friends for a few minutes before clearing her throat. "So what have you been up to since our spa day? I bet everything else has been boring compared to that," she teased him and nudged his side gently.

Keegan smiled softly and nodded. Troian was always supportive of how far he had come with his alcohol problem and she had seen the worst of it so it meant that much more. "I know, thank you," he said, clearing his throat. It was always hard when his friends especially would drink and have a good time but he knew he couldn't risk it, not wanting to fall deep into anything that he had gone through already. When she asked what he had been up to since their spa day, Keegan smirked. "Oh of course," he replied. "Not much though. I hung out with Lili earlier today, went to a cooking class with Danielle the other day which was fun. We learned how to make homemade tacos and they were delicious," he said. "And then that night, I got an unexpected visit from a very drunk Camila and she tried to kiss me, so that was definitely interesting," he chuckled. "What about you?"

Troian had completely tuned out everything else Keegan had said and all she could hear was 'she tried to kiss me'. White noise clouded her brain and Troian's throat felt uncomfortably dry, like she had been dehydrated for weeks in the desert. "What?" She asked quietly, trying not to appear hurt. Keegan was at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he wanted (lie, her mind softly whispered to her) and she cleared her throat, glancing up at him. "Did you..did you kiss her back?" Her heart was suddenly thudding in her chest and Troian wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer, but she /needed/ to. For once, she didn't care if she looked desperate around Keegan. All games were dropped, all fronts had fallen down.

Keegan pursed his lips when Troian reacted to him saying that Camila tried to kiss him. Maybe he should've kept that to himself but he didn't want Troian thinking he was hiding things from her. If he hid it, that would mean it meant something to him when it didn't and he didn't even let it get that far. "No," he replied right away, looking into his cup. "I stopped her for a few reasons. I would never kiss someone while they're drunk, first of all. Secondly, my heart is still with you and I'm not going to be with anyone else as long as that's the case. And third, she flat out told me she isn't into me, she's into someone else," he said, chuckling softly. "It was a crazy night, and I'll spare you from those boring details but basically she likes someone she can't have, I related to that, then she said we should make out because I'm her cat daddy and I said that wasn't a good idea and I brought her back to her room. Nothing happened."

Troian let out the breath she had been holding in at Keegan's answer, and noticed how he avoided her gaze. Swallowing hard at his list of reasons, her heartbeat only quickened when he confirmed that he still was in love with her. It was weird - she /knew/ this, but it hadn't really sunk in until hearing it from his lips. He said it in all the ways except point blank to her and trying not to show the physical impact it had on her, Troian only nodded and stared down into her cup as well. "Okay," she spoke finally and internally cringed, hating how meek she sounded. Here was where she gave him a long, epic speech back and all she could manage was 'okay'. "Keegan," she began to say and was cut off by their friends announcing they were heading back to the hotel and Troian stumbled slightly as a drunk Caity began to pull her along. She shot a look back towards Keegan but let herself be led, vowing to text Keegan when she got back to her room. Their conversation wasn't over.

Keegan nodded when Troian spoke, saying okay to what he told her. It wasn't like Troian to say one word and that be the end of it but he knew this was always a messy situation to discuss, especially since their relationship was complicated. Sometimes they acted like they were dating without actually dating and they both still loved each other but besides all that, they were best friends no matter what and it was all a lot to manage at once sometimes. "I know that-," he was cut off by a drunk Caity starting to tug on Troian, insisting that she went with her back to the hotel. Sighing softly, Keegan took that as his cue to leave, telling Colton he was getting tired and saying Happy Birthday one last time before making his way back to his hotel room. He wasn't sure what else Troian was going to tell him but now it was taking over his thoughts, hoping it was nothing bad.

Troian said goodnight to Caity and when she closed her hotel room door, sighed softly and leaned up against it. Her roommate was out for the night - where, she didn't really care. The two had barely spoken, always seeming to miss each other in action and Troian didn't know him well enough to feel disappointed by this fact. She stripped herself of the dress she had worn to the little get-together and changed into the tee she had stolen from Keegan a long time ago and let the material fall to her thigh. Sitting down on her covers, her phone beeped with a new text from him and she smiled, feeling her nerves slipping away. No matter what - they were best friends first and foremost and that would never change. They danced around the subject for a bit, fingers flying as she finally got brave enough to ask him to come over. When he agreed, Troian ran a brush through her hair and was just about to slide on some sweats when she heard a knock at the door. Discarding them, she opened the door and smiled as she saw Keegan. "Hey."

Keegan texted with Troian for a little bit before she told him to come to her room. He was waiting for that since he knew they really weren't going to continue the conversation they had at Colton's party over text. He wasn't going to be able to sleep until they settled it, even if he had a feeling things were fine. They just needed to make sure they were on the same page in person and then things would be better. Now in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, Keegan made his way over to Troian's room, knocking twice and waiting for her to let him in. Smirking when he saw her, Keegan noticed his shirt on her right away. "That looks familiar," he teased before walking inside, sticking his hands in his pockets. "So..." He trailed off awkwardly, wondering if Troian was going to tell him anything.

Troian pushed the door open further so that Keegan could walk in and then she moved forward to shut the door behind him. Looking down at the tee that skimmed her hips, Troian allowed herself a small, affectionate smile and tugged at the soft fabric. "It's my favorite," she told him with a warm look in her eyes and then clutched the small table by the door for something to lean on. She knew Keegan was waiting for her to lead the conversation and she knew she owed him that, especially since she had been on the brink at the party before she was interrupted. "It made me..happy to know that you didn't kiss her back," she finally admitted. "I mean, /really/ happy," Troian emphasized for effect and she stepped a little closer to Keegan so that the distance between them wasn't that much. "I know we're not dating but..something just feels..wrong about you being with other people." She bit her lip. "Is that selfish? Am I being selfish? Be honest with me, Keegs, because..the more and more this happens, the more I realize how much you feel like you're mine, no matter what."

Keegan smiled slightly when Troian admitted that it made her happy to hear he didn't kiss Camila back. He had a feeling it did and when she continued to explain how she felt, Keegan understood where she was coming from. "That doesn't make you selfish. You feel how you feel and after everything we've been through, I think that's normal. And I'd feel the same way if some guy tried to kiss you too," he said honestly. "Obviously what we are...I mean there's no label for it, and I don't want to put a label on it. That's when things seem to get complicated for us and honestly I'm enjoying how we are right now. So as long as you are too, you don't have to worry about me even looking at other girls because I'm simply not interested in anyone else. And I don't really see that changing," he said honestly.

Troian kept her lip edged in between the bottom of her teeth as she listened to Keegan. Even when they were off, they had always felt /on/ and Troian knew that was why it had always felt like a betrayal to herself when she considered dating other people. She had tried, and she had failed every single time. At the mention of other guys kissing her, Troian let out a little snort but didn't say anything further on the subject. Keegan didn't have to worry about other men pursuing her - really. "I think eventually we're going to have to..pin us down, so to speak," she spoke slowly. Troian knew that they couldn't live their whole lives being in a state of limbo, but for right now..why couldn't they just enjoy the moments they had together? Their kids were their first priority but this wouldn't change anything with them, they wouldn't let it. "I'm enjoying it very much, though," she admitted to him with a smile and stepping closer to him, Troian slid her fingers up the cotton fabric of his shirt as her nails grazed his stomach. "You want to stay the night with me?"

Keegan nodded and pursed his lips. Keegan knew they couldn't last like this forever and eventually they'd have to decide what was going on between them but for now he wanted to enjoy how things were going and see what ended up happening with it. Nodding and smiling softly when she said she was enjoying it, Keegan watched as Troian's nails grazed his stomach. "Yeah, I'd like that," he breathed out, staring into her eyes. Keegan then started pushing her towards the bed, letting her lay down before laying on top of her. He pressed his lips to Troian's and started kissing her passionately, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth and letting out a soft moan at the taste. Keegan then pulled away to start pressing kisses to Troian's jawling, moving down to her neck and sucking on her pulsepoint gently.

Troian smiled as Keegan kissed her and against his lips, chuckled at the feeling of him pressing back up against the bed. She stretched out underneath him, letting one of her long legs wrap lazily around his hip before her fingers moved up to grip the ends of his hair. She remembered a comment he had made about wanting her to pull it more often and Troian was going to show Keegan she had listened. The soft tufts of the blonde locks slipped through her digits and Troian continued running them up and down as she arched her back and tilted her neck, her eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his lips on her neck. Each scrape of teeth he made against her sweet spot had Troian's hips further pushing up against his and right before she felt she couldn't take it anymore, Troian sat up and climbed out of his grasp. "Wait," she said raspily, and moved to the door to put a sock on the handle and place a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. When she turned back to Keegan, Troian slid off his tee and stood in front of his knees, pushing his chest back down on the bed and her knees straddling him so that she could return the favor and mark up his neck with her lips.

Keegan smirked when he felt Troian's hands in his hair, knowing that she was now paying attention to what he wanted since he had given her a hard time for ignoring his hair last time. He let out a moan to show her that he liked it, his tongue running over the mark he had now made on her neck. Suddenly Troian had pulled away and Keegan looked up with a confused look on his face. When he realized that Troian was putting a sock on the door so that no one would disturb them, Keegan smirked and ran a hand through his hair. Once she took off his shirt that she was wearing, Keegan licked his lips and quickly took his shirt off as well, leaving him in just his sweatpants. Now that Troian was straddling him, Keegan closed his eyes and reached out to run a hand through her hair as she started kissing his neck now.

Troian paid careful attention to his neck, her lips circling over the red marks she had made and trying to soothe them as best she could with her tongue. She wanted Keegan to wake up the next morning and see the evidence that she had been with him last night. Her teeth nipped at his throat and she swept her tongue over his collarbone before resting her hand on his broad shoulders as she made a wet path down his chest. Those planes of abs she had memorized so well flexed and jumped at each stroke of her tongue, and she reached the drawstring of his sweats before glancing up at him. Dropping to her knees, Troian undid the tie of them and used both hands to push the thick material off his hips and then her mouth was tracing the hem of his boxers with her tongue once more. When she reached his length through her boxers, Troian teasingly pulled the still fabric clad of it in her mouth and then ran her fingers over it.

Keegan sighed contently as Troian continued kissing down his body, paying attention to his abs before untying his sweatpants and working on getting them off. He lifted his hips to help her and let out a moan when he felt Troian's tongue against his hard bulge through his boxers. When she grabbed his length shortly after, Keegan bit down on his lip in pleasure as she started moving her fingers over it. "I knew I'd get that handjob eventually," he said while smirking. "As long as you can keep your tongue off me. Do you think you can get me off by just using your hands?" He challenged Troian. Keegan knew she'd be able to do it but he still wanted to see if she was going to accept his challenge since usually she would go right to using her tongue, not that he minded. But right now, he wanted a handjob and wanted to see if Troian would follow through.

Troian paused in her deliberate movements over Keegan's length, listening to what he wanted and pressing her lips together. Oh-ho, he was smart. He knew exactly what to say to rile her up. If there was one thing Troian never backed down from, it was a challenge. She liked the taste of Keegan and she felt powerful on her knees, bringing him to such satisfaction and pleasure with just her tongue but she could easily do the same with her fingers - and she was going to prove it to him. "Watch and see, baby," she shot back and reached her hands up to tug off his boxers. Her hand immediately wrapped around his cock, using her thumb to spread the slick pre-cum around Keegan's hand before beginning to pump with slow, careful movements up and down. She kept her eyes trained on his, smiling as they connected gazes, and then squeezed a little. "Maybe I'll just go slow," she teased him. "That's what you deserve for thinking I can't get you off."

Keegan smirked and raised his eyebrows. "That's exactly what I'm waiting for, babe," he replied, wanting to see if she could actually accept his challenge. Troian liked to things her own way in the bedroom and Keegan enjoyed that, but he also liked taking charge himself and now he wanted to see Troian complete what he was asking for. Now that his boxers were off, Troian had his hard cock in her hands and started moving her hand up and down slowly, her thumb running against his sensitive tip which made him hum softly. "Hey hey, that's not what I said. I just said that I want to see you do it with just your hands. It's up to you to make sure that happens," he said, winking at her. Bucking his hips, Keegan laid there in anticipation and waited for Troian's next move, knowing now she was going to tease him back after he ran his mouth.

Troian narrowed her eyes at Keegan, letting go of him and standing up. "Back up," she motioned with her hand and waited until he had before swinging her legs down around his waist and straddling him once more. She felt like she could do much better in this position and now her adrenaline was spiked, desperate to prove herself to Keegan and have him groaning and moaning, putty in her hands once more. She resumed her position of holding his cock against his palm once more, this time her grip a little tighter and her strokes a little faster. She leaned down to kiss him, tongue sliding sensually against his bottom lip and wondered briefly if this was considered cheating but didn't really care. She needed to have her mouth on some part of him, at least. Her wrist was beginning to turn a little sore from how quick she was jerking him off but Troian persisted, grinding her hips slightly against his own and moving her mouth to a small spot behind his ear. She sucked the skin there softly and breathed out Keegan's name, her fingers circling his head once more and giving him a purposeful squeeze.

Keegan did what Troian wanted, watching as she stood up so that she could reposition herself. She was straddling him now and it looked like she meant business which turned Keegan on beyond belief. When she pressed her lips against his, Keegan returned the kiss heatedly and cupped her cheek as their tongues moved against one another. She was moving her hand faster now, stroking his cock and using her thumb occasionally to stroke his sensitive tip. He moaned against her mouth as Troian started grinding her hips against his, his head leaning back once Troian started pressing her mouth against the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Fuck," he breathed out. Between her kisses and the strokes she was giving his cock, Keegan was already getting close to his climax and he was trying to prolong it since it felt good to finally get a handjob like this. As she squeezed his cock, Keegan let out another moan and bucked his hips in pleasure. "I'm close," he breathed out, biting down on his bottom lip. "Keep going," he urged.

Troian watched as Keegan's teeth sank into his bottom lip and she wanted to replace it with her own. Leaning in and nibbling on the spot he had just indented for her, Troian moved her lips to the corner of his mouth and breathed out raggedly, feeling her own thighs clench around him at the sounds of his moans and little grunts of pleasure. Just listening to Keegan would be enough to get her off, and Troian was practically aching now, the dampness in her underwear pressing up against his groin. She continued her movements, her free hand going up to grip his hair hard as she stroked faster. Looking at the purple hickey she had given him, she licked the swollen bruise and moved her lips to her ear. "Let go, baby," she sighed and pressed her bare chest against his, tightening her legs around his waist and taking the small lobe of his ear in between her teeth.

Keegan panted heavily as he got closer to his orgasm, bucking his hips and watching as Troian tried to get him off by using her hand like he said. She was putting up her end of the challenge and was so close to completing it, all while driving him even more crazy by using her lips to kiss him and various parts of his body that she knew got him going. She gripped his hair while still moving her other hand against his cock and when she told him to let go, that's all it took for Keegan's orgasm to crash through his body in waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Troian," he moaned, as he rode out his orgasm, bucking his hips to get every last bit of pleasure out of it. When he came down from his high, Keegan pulled Troian on top of him to kiss her sweetly. "You did it. I had all the faith in the world that you'd be able to," he said while smirking.

Troian pulled back as she heard Keegan grunt and then watched as he came, his liquids spilling all over his stomach and unable to help herself, leaned down to rid him of them with her tongue. Sitting back up, she wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled as she was pulled forward towards him. "Shut up," she giggled, grinning against his mouth and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist once more. "You just wanted to make me mad." Troian moved her fingers through Keegan's fringe of hair and placed another kiss on his mouth, sighing softly at the sweet pressure of it before leaning her temple against his. "I love you," she told him quietly and gave Keegan a small smile before moving her head and resting it there in the crook of his neck.

Keegan chuckled as Troian told him to shut up, shrugging as she spoke. "Mad? I don't know about that. But I did want to get under your skin so that you would prove me wrong. Or right, because I did know that you'd be able to get me off with just your hands. You've done it plenty times before," he said. He wrapped his arms around Troian and kissed the top of her head gently as they laid against one another. "I love you too," he whispered, running a hand through her hair gently. "You even paid attention to my hair while doing it, I'm impressed," he teased. They weren't finished, wanting to at least return the favor so that Troian could feel good too. Once he was rested and ready to go, he abruptly rolled them over so that he was laying on Troian and started kissing her sweetly. "You wanna give me a challenge now? It's only fair that I give you the opportunity."

Troian laid there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the way it felt to have Keegan's arms wrapped around her again and his fingers in her hair. She splayed out comfortably against his body and breathed in his scent, her nails grazing his other shoulder as she listened to Keegan get his breathing under control. "You always get under my skin," her words were muffled against his neck and she smiled against the warm flesh before she let out a soft squeal of surprise as she was flipped over. It quite literally stole her breath away for a few seconds. She lay, panting slightly, underneath him with her brown eyes wide. "I don't have any challenges," she confessed to him, grinning. "I just want you to touch me and to feel you." Troian moved her feet over Keegan's ass, digging her toes slightly into the skin of his cheeks and shifting underneath him. "I miss you touching me and making me come, Keegs. That's my challenge, I guess. Make me scream your name."

Keegan smiled softly when Troian said she didn't have any challenges. She just wanted him to touch her and to feel him and he knew he could do that easily. He wanted to do whatever she wanted so now he knew exactly what he needed to do to make that happen. "You got it," he said, hooking his fingers into her underwear and pulling them down so that she would be completely naked now. He moved his fingertips across her collarbone gently, sliding them down to her breasts to knead them for a few moments before grazing her torso and finally reaching her center, teasing entrance by moving his thumb against her clit for a few moments. Once he felt how wet and ready she was, Keegan guided his length towards her center, pressing against her bundle of nerves with his tip before slowly entering her until he was fully inside of her. Keegan moaned at the feeling, placing his hands on Troian's shoulders for support as he started moving in and out of her slowly, leaning down to kiss her passionately while doing so.

Troian stayed quiet as Keegan moved above her, only shifting her body slightly to help him remove her underwear. It was the last barrier between them being completely bared for each other and Troian spread her legs slightly, smiling up at Keegan as he made through with his promise and touched her. His palms against her felt so tender and fragile, as if she would break underneath him and Troian knew she needed this more than anything else right now. Closing her eyes, Troian turned her head to the side and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands smoothing down her body. She whimpered softly as he cupped her breasts, his thumb flicking against her nipples and Troian made another funny little noise as he stroked her clit. That thumb of his was doing damage tonight - and Troian was complete putty underneath it. She turned her head to look up at Keegan and her mouth fell open soundlessly as he slid slowly into her. She tightened her muscles immediately around his cock, giving him a little smirk and urged him forward, moaning softly as he gripped her to hold him steady. "Fuck," she mumbled against his lips and bit down on his bottom one, one hand of hers scratching down his back. "I fucking love you inside me."

Keegan felt Troian moan against his mouth as he started moving in and out of her, smirking against her lips. He felt her fingers scratching his back now and it urged him to go faster, wanting to hear her moan and scream like she wanted. He buried his face in the crook of her neck now, finding that position more comfortable as he thrusted in and out of Troian. He went harder and deeper each time, desperate to find her sweet spot that would make her crying out and begging for more. Keegan grunted each time he entered her, moaning against her skin and moving his tongue against a mark he had made earlier. "I love fucking you," he breathed out against her. "It feels so good. I love hearing you moan each time I enter you," he purred, grazing his teeth against her collarbone.

Troian smiled blissfully as Keegan spoke, grateful she was sleeping with a man who knew all her kinks. And dirty talk was one of them, each sentence he uttered only further twisting the coil in her stomach. She moved her body, his hip brushing up against hers and cried out loudly, without even meaning to, at the new spot he brushed up against just from this position. She didn't know which part of him to grab - she wanted to touch every inch of skin she could, always so greedy to be touching Keegan. Knowing it was just one of those nights where her main focus was his hair, Troian knotted her fingers in the locks hanging by his ear and tugged /hard/, her hips angling up and meeting each and every one of his thrusts as best she could. She wanted the both of them to ride that wave together and maybe if she moved as fast as him, they would. "Fuck, pull my hair," she whimpered and her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head as she felt his teeth brush up against her collarbone. She hoped he left marks there in the same fashion she left them on his neck.

Keegan groaned when he felt Troian tug on his hair hard, causing him to thrust into her even harder than before. He liked that they could be rough and passionate at the same time, especially since they both knew what drove the other crazy very well at this point. When Troian told him to pull her hair, Keegan did just that as he continued bucking his hips, building up to his second climax of the night. He was going to try and hold off so that Troian reached her climax first, wanting to watch her come undone which would no doubt send him over the edge. "Come on, baby. Let go. Feel everything I'm doing to you all at once while screaming my name. You know you want to," he breathed out, reaching down to rub at her clit to further her pleasure while he still bucked his hips to thrust in and out of her.

Troian was seconds away from toppling over that edge with Keegan but it was his hand that was always her undoing. She didn't know why that particular move always got her toes curling and her lips swearing, but it did. Mixed in with Keegan's deliciously rough voice, Troian moaned, "/Shit/," and clenched her nails into his shoulder so tight that she could see them turning white with the pressure. His name quickly followed after a string of obscenities, Troian's hips rolling towards Keegan's and her legs hitching on his side in reflex. White noise echoed in her head as she allowed herself to feel that bliss and with one last cry, Troian slumped against the sheets underneath her as her entire body went boneless. She was still tight around him, keeping him anchored to her, and Troian raised her hand to move through her now damp locks as she struggled to catch her breath.

Keegan felt Troian's muscles contract against his cock, causing him to let out a moan as he closed his eyes. He felt Troian riding out her orgasm and Keegan helped her with that until he felt her body start to slow down and eventually stop moving. Keegan pulled out slowly and laid down on his back next to her, letting out a sigh. He stared up at the ceiling to catch his breath before rolling onto his side to face Troian afterwards. "I always love having sex with you," he confessed through a whisper. "I always feel great afterwards," he added, staring into her eyes lovingly. He leaned in to kiss her lips gently before getting under the sheets, making sure they were both wrapped in them before wrapping his arms around Troian, spooning her from behind. "We should get some sleep. I expect some great room service for breakfast tomorrow," he teased before burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Troian was still staring at the ceiling as Keegan pulled out, listening to and feeling him get comfortable in the bed before she felt his eyes on hers. A smile on her lips, Troian scrunched up her nose as she faced Keegan and then her playful expression softened as she heard his whisper. "I'm a pretty good lay, I know," she teased but her fingers moving through his fringe was tender and she hoped the soft kiss she gave him back expressed that she completely agreed with him. Snuggling into his embrace, Troian stilled as he pulled the blankets tighter over him and her laughter was muffled as his lips brushed against her neck. "Geez, you're a demanding booty call." Moving her hands to his wrapped around her waist, Troian's body relaxed against Keegan's front. "Night, Keegs."

[unleashthebeees]

Let me be your Sunshine

Okay so this is a new fic that is mainly fluff at the moment, I mean if you guys like it I can turn it into a series! I hope you enjoy lovelies :) 

Massive thanks to @princess-of-erebor1992​ for proof reading even though you don’t like superheroey stuff, but you’re awesome anyway <3

Overview: reader is best friends with a classmate who both live in the same apartment complex together, but will they stay “just friends” forever? Will Peter ever know the real reason behind their crazy, hyperactive lifestyle?

Warnings: a couple of swear words!

Italics recall the past

You were known in the halls of Queens high school as "the colourful one with ADHD", despite constantly being consumed by how dull the corridors were. Your outfit of the day was simply characterised by what kind of weather it was outside: Rainy day? Fluorescent orange and navy spotted umbrella that terribly matched the crimson dress and purple docs. Cloudy day? The infamous rainbow pompom scarf that you had knitted yourself, terribly in fact, according to a YouTube video. You didn't care that it looked shabby, you just enjoyed making people smile knowing there is a rainbow somewhere in the clouds. On a rare sunshiney day in Queens? That would call for the stripey magenta tank top with grey skinny jeans and worn out, paint splattered combat boots completeing the look. You enjoyed having people involuntarily looking your way, not for attention at all, just so that you could see the glimmer of sunshine that appeared in the dark stormclouds shadowing their lives, knowing that you were that sunshine they so desperately longed for. Sometimes you didn't even know the kid, but it didn't matter in the slightest. But the one person you absolutely loved seeing happy was your neighbour, and classmate, Peter Parker. The dorky nerd who lived a couple floors above you in the apartment building you didn't know you shared.

The friendship started accidentally when you had left your apartment a whirl of citrus themed colours sending the guy you didn't know was behind you into a heap of paper and various sized screwdrivers. "I'm so sorry! I'm just too excited to try the new lemon and orange donut from Holey Moely's donut shop that I must've looked like a donut jumping out my front door! Wait that didn't make sense, hi!" You aimed a small goofy grin towards the gorgeous brown eyes behind glasses and realised it was a guy you had recognised from mechanics class at school. He chuckled as you helped him up, gathering the papers together and handing them to him. "Don't worry about it, I was heading there too actually! Wait, don't I know you from school? You're the colourful one with ADHD right?" He asked as he dusted himself down. You did a little happy dance on the spot as you realised you vaguely knew each other from school, but the label he gave you didn't surprise you in the slightest. "I guess I am, although I don't have ADHD, I'm just hyper! I'm Y/N, I recognise you from mechanics class, you built a tiny LED spanner torch." He nodded in agreement. "Yeah I guess I am that guy," he offered his hand out for you, you held out a fist, "Peter Parker. And you're going for a fistbump. That's totally awesome." Once you had exchanged names and engaged in small conversation that ended abruptly, you suddenly remebered why you had left your apartment in a hurry, "DONUTS! Come on Parker let's go before they run out!" You grabbed his hand and raced towards the shabby elevator of your apartment complex.

Peter made his way over to your post-it note covered locker in the corridor, having watched your entire entrance into school turn eyes at the the new addition of crimson red hair to your outfit choice for the day. "Damn Y/N this is a new look! It's a good look though, very, hmm what's the word, 'out there'" You threw your head back and laughed at the compliment. "That's a good one Parker, never heard that one before! Not at all! You're sooooo original with your comebacks" you replied sarcastically, while getting your boooks out for first period. You caught him staring at the curly locks bouncing along as you talked, wondering why he adored them so much. Naturally, you aren't one to shy away from telling the truth; you said you were naturally honest and couldn't hold a lie for more than three seconds; Peter called you blunt with no filter. Shutting your locker, you confronted him. "Whatcha staring at Parker? Is it my awesome ability to be so completely witty that it amazes you?" His cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. "Nah, I'm used to that ability, it's your superpower if I'm being 'blunt'," you rolled your eyes with a smile, "I just like what you've done with your hair, it looks nice." You caught a small glimpse of a grin forming on his squishable face. "Well thank you Parker, I thought it's time for a change, in the middle of the semester. Of which we are late for first period! You know you absolutely love Mr Rutherford's retelling of Romeo and Juliet." You nudged his whiny ass along to the English class along the corridor, awaiting imminent death from boredom. ~ It was finally the end of the school day, which meant that it was time for your second favourite part of the day- walking home with Peter after a routine stop off at Willy's cafe just around the corner from home. Your first favourite part of the day was the walk to school where you surprised your best friend with a new combination of colour coordination. A smile, a twirl, and a fistbump was your daily greeting, and since you've been best friends you think some of your fashion sense has inevitably made it's way into Peter's wardrobe, since he seemed to be sporting a bright blue tshirt instead of the regular grey or black printed tee. You both ordered your usual after school snack, yours being a berry smoothie and a rainbow cookie, Peter ordering the blueberry muffin with chocolate chips. After finding out that the elevator in your building had been signposted 'out of use', you reluctantly opted to take the stairs, but by flight 2 you were out of breath. "Wait.. Pete.. 5 minutes.." you huffed out, watching him make fun of your unfit self. "Come on Y/N, that was the second staircase! We have another 3 to go until we ge to your place!" You closed your eyes with a dramtic sigh at the thought of how many flights left to drag yourself up once you had caught your breath. Man, those rainbow cookies weren't one bit good for you but damn they tasted amazing. You flopped onto your stomach after the last flight of stairs that led to your floor and Peter, the cheeky shit, decides to leave you there as he makes his way to your room as though it was his second home, which it had basically become. "Where.. on this earth.. do you get your effort from.. to get up all those stairs.. and not get tired one bit?" You dramatically feigned injury as you crawled your way to the front door of your flat, "WHAT'S YOUR SECRET PARKER??" He rolled his eyes and unlocked the door to your flat, greeting your mom while you followed closely behind, shutting the door. You gently called across the room to your mom, who reclined in an armchair with the curtains drawn, "We're just going to work on a project mom, we won't be too loud." A small nod was sent your way.

Peter jumped on your bright pink double bed, easily taking up all the space while you dropped your bag at the door and made your way to your desk, with the lime green casing illumiating the built-from-scratch desktop computer sitting on it like a million trophies. You were good with electronics, in fact, sometimes better than Peter which he never liked to admit. On stormy days where Aunt May's satelite dish was blown ajar and the cable went out, Peter never seemed to be around. It always seemed to be you lending a helping hand, which you didn't mind. You stayed at his place until he came back late, looking completely windswept and cold. He never told you why he was out so late on days with significantly bad weather, surely he would want to stay inside and watch reruns of The Big Bang Theory, his secret guilty pleasure that you once caught him watching off-guard. You switched your computer on, and waited for it to boot up. You turned to face Peter, who currently had his face buried in your fluffy ragged pompom scarf. "If you want to smell like me I use a mango shower gel that you can get at the dollar store next to Willy's." You stared at the little dork dressed in blue, giggling at his random-ness, knowing that it was completely normal to you. Who were you to say what was random anymore? You were literally the queen of being random and 'out there' as Parker puts it. "If I wanted to smell like you I'd live here constantly, oh wait, I do!" You threw a stray screwdriver in his direction, which he immediately blocked like it was second nature, but you took no notice of it.

This was the kind of friendship you enjoyed having. You had other friends, people who you spoke to on the corridors and in classes where you didn't have a Peter Parker to sit next to and cause trouble with, but the friendship you guys had was more than the odd 'hello' here and there. It might be hard to believe for the people who just took you as "the girl with ADHD" but no one, not even Peter knew why you went out of your way to provide some ray of sunshine to the people who needed it most.

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