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hyukassubi · 7 months ago

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🪡 16 | Booty So Big That Bed Broke But That Letter Got His Heart Broke-n

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 1,312

Forget your tasks.

Forget your pending assignments.

Forget your fashion projects and orders from the Queen.

That night, no needle nor thread came between the tines of your fingers.

Instead, on your bedside, drenched in a milk-white nightgown and blue fleeced cardigan, exuding the highest forms of hot girl behaviour you possibly could that cold winter night… you put your feather pen to work, a trail of words falling right behind it…

Huening Kai was toast. Not literally.

He spent a tiring eighteen hours of capturing their first dragon, only to realize it was the offspring of a much larger, much more sinister mommy dragon…

“You know, I didn’t expect the mother to look so…” Yeonjun tossed half a bag of hot cocoa over a jug of warm milk. “… actually, I shouldn’t say anything. If there’s a mother, there should be a father too, right? I may be a flirt but I do not condone to homewrecking because homewrecking is not hot, not cool, at all.” Yeonjun filled a rusty mug up with hot chocolate. “Here, help yourself.”

Huening Kai slumped over his air-mattress-sleeping-bag contraption.

It popped at the weight of his cheeks.

Huening Kai’s left eye twitched.

He grabbed the hot cocoa from Yeonjun’s hand. “Thank you.”

Yeonjun was fighting between feeling sorrowful for his commander or bursting into tears (not from sadness). “You can sleep on my bed tonight. I’ll buy you a hammock first thing in the morning.”

Huening Kai slurped a good chunk of that not-so-well-mixed hot cocoa. “Saving me from that ‘only one bed’ trope, I see.”

Yeonjun felt genuine concern for his commander.

Before saying anything, there was a thump at the front of their tent.

Every single knight within the vicinity audibly flung their swords out.

Yeonjun blinked twice.

He set his own hot cocoa down, zipping open the tent. “Hello?”

A blue robin pecked at the tent. In its feet, an envelope.

Yeonjun took the letter from the kind bird, wishing it a good night and a better tomorrow, winking at it, or at least trying his best to.

The blue robin flew away.

And all the other knights were back to sleeping in their little yellow tents. Maybe. Maybe not.

Yeonjun hummed upon staring at the envelope, pacing around the tent mindlessly. “Hmm… It’s from the castle.” He passed the sheet of paper to his Commander Knight. “Says its for the eyes of Kai Kamal Huening and Kai Kamal Huening only. I think it's important.”

“If it’s from the castle, it should be important.” Huening Kai ripped open the envelope and…

Stained paper, raunchy cursive scrawled upon every line like a boat on the surface of calm waters.

A letter.

A letter with your handwriting.

… Hello Hyuka,

It’s Y/n, and, I’m sure I’m not the first person that came to mind when you received this letter but hey, it’s me. I know last time things didn’t go too well, and we were clouded by emotion to really think straight about what we were saying anyway but that moment in your bungalow was real, and what we felt was real, guttural, even.

I honestly don’t know what I’m saying right now either, hehe. Point is, I wanted to write to you, because I want us to be okay again. I know we won’t be able to see each other for some time. For a long time. But I don’t want to keep things stiff and awkward for too long now, and… yeah. How’s… everything? I mean, I hope everything’s going well. I hope you’re doing okay. Tired, for sure. Drained, even.

But I know there’s nothing you can’t handle, after all, I’ve seen the way you fought so so many times. I’ve been feeling a little out of it too, honestly, but that’s okay! Because I know I will be okay, and you will too.

Is there anything I can help you with, though? Is it cold there? Do you need earmuffs or a sweater? I’ll sew a puffy hoodie if you’d like, or… is there anything on your mind that you want to talk about? I’m here for it, I’m here for you. I could send over my mom’s cookies, I know you’d love them. My dad’s currently restocking some flowers, business hasn’t been doing too well since it’s snowing. Is it too much? I can send them one at a time so it feels like you get a gift everyday :) As much as I want you to stay strong throughout the whole journey, I want you to stay happy, too, above all else.

And if you’re ever feeling low, just know that you have me, that you get to talk to me and I get to talk to you and, yeah, ink and paper isn’t the same but it’s what we’ve got and I really don’t want to lose touch with you, not completely. I apologize for writing such a cluttered letter :’))) I know it seems all over the place, because I am all over the place, but, yeah, stay safe out there, slay a dragon, get some rest, stay strong, you got this, um. Love you lots <3333333333

Kindest regards, your biggest fan and one and only true friend who coincidentally knows how to knit a Christmas stocking or two.

…

“…”

“… Kai? Commander? I don’t mean to rush you but it’s been half an hour and your eyes are looking kinda red.”

Huening Kai had to re-read that letter at least a good thirty-eight times.

“It must be serious, is it?” Yeonjun poked up from his air mattress, because, yes, he’s used up the time for skincare, changing into his pajamas, a good tune on his kalimba, a self-portrait session, a stretch routine, a vacation to the Bahamas— “Do we have more intell on the dragon? Did the King disband the mission? Kai Kamal Huening you’re actually killing me right now. Do we have to—”

“No… no. It’s not from… him.”

Yeonjun didn’t take any more time to connect the dots, puzzle the pieces, light the bulbs. “Oh my God oF COURSE IT’S GOTTA BE THAT SEAMSTRESS CHIC!”

Huening Kai physically jumped off his deflated air-mattress. “STOP SCREAMING!” Huening Kai screamed.

“I’M NOT SCREAMING.” Yeonjun jumped over to his side and tugged at his shoulders.

“WHY ARE WE—” A huff. A breath. A twelve second meditation session. “Okay. okayokayokayokayokay. Alright.”

“Commander be spitting bars.”

Huening Kai shrugged his shoulders, getting his fellow knight off of him, looking to where his pillow was at, lying down. “I’m hyperventilating, okay? Wait no actuallyI’mnothyperventilating I’m okay just… give me some time alone.” He turned to the side fetal position and draped a blanket over his body all in one go, eyes screwed to the sheet of paper.

At times like these, Yeonjun could not believe he’s a Commander Knight.

But it was cute.

He was cute.

Yeonjun smirked, going back to his own bed, thankful Huening Kai had forgotten about their previous trade offer. “Alright sweet cheeks, good night.” He did not mean that literally.

And at some point, in the middle of the night, like, ten minutes after they’ve talked, Yeonjun looked up at the window of their tent, closed, but not blackout shut. “You know, it’s nice knowing our Commander Knight has a safe person he can smile and giggle about.”

Huening Kai blinked away, disrupted after his forty-fifth re-read. “Is that a bad thing?”

Yeonjun did not answer, not directly. “There are so many people out there who care about you, Kai. I don’t wanna list them all down right now but even if you don’t think a whole lot of people care about you, you got your seamstress buddy on your side and that’s… absolutely a good thing.”

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umathurwin · 2 days ago

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burning like a silver flame, the summit of beauty and love

kiara carrera x topper thornton; 18+ mdni

Summary: … and Venus was her name…

Kiara and Topper are getting tired of the Rafe and Sarah respectively. Maybe there's a way to piss them both off at once...

(or, the "Tiara" fake-dating AU)

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

Topper stumbled into the third bar of the evening. Really, it was the sixth or so, but several of them turned him away at the door for clearly having being overserved. Half of his water cup had spilled onto his khaki pants, and he sipped at the rest carefully before throwing away the remains in the bar trash.

At the counter, the really pretty bartender slid over a fresh cup of ice water before trying to take his order. On any other day, this would’ve pissed him off, but today he just held the thin, sweaty plastic to his cheek and drank half of it down to cure his dry mouth.

“I’ve seen you look better,” the bartender said, placing her hands on the counter and leaning in towards him.

He raised an eyebrow, confused at why this girl would say that if he isn’t even sure he’s been to this bar before, and then he realized the bartender was Kiara. “Oh, damn, hi!” he snorted. “I didn’t even recognize you.”

Now she looked suspicious. “You… feelin’ alright tonight?” she asked, glancing at the bouncer.

Topper laughed and nodded gently. “Lot on my mind, I guess.” He let that sit between them at first, but continued. “Actually, it has to do with your ex-best friend.”

“Oh, great ,” Kiara huffed, pouring herself a quick cup of Diet Coke from the bar gun. She looked at her phone in her back pocket and rolled her eyes with a clenched jaw, but said nothing about it. “Tell me what’s on that frosted-tipped mind.”

“I caught her in bed with John B this time,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

She inhaled a sharp hiss, shook her head. “I’m sorry to hear that, man. He’s just a friend, but I’m not exactly pleased with him for hanging around her all the time, either.”

“Honestly, I should’ve broken it off when I caught them exchanging pics. Or when she ditched my birthday to hang out with him. Or—”

“Good fuck, Top, how many chances did you give her?”

He chugged most of the water and slammed it back onto the sticky bar. “Too many.”

“I’m sorry, buddy,” she sighed. “Can’t say my experience with her was any better but, well, we all know about that.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket again, and grimaced at the screen.

“Y’know, I don’t think you’re supposed to be on your phone at work,” Topper said jokingly, and her head snapped up.

“Sorry, sorry. Rafe has been driving me insane. He doesn’t believe me when I say I’m at work, then he calls me fourteen times even though he can see my location, then he accuses me of getting drunk here—”

“Didn’t you guys break up last week?” he asked, pressing the heel of his hand to his temple.

“Have we ever claimed to have a healthy relationship?”

“Hmm. Fun fact. Rafe is on my shit list, too,” Topper confessed. He sipped from his remaining water and let some ice fall into his mouth.

“Really?” she asked, eyebrows up. “And here I thought y’all would be together forever. What did he do?”

“He sank my boat! ”

Kiara coughed on her Diet Coke, spitting it onto the counter and quickly wiping it up. “Shut the fuck up. He never told me about this! I have so many questions. I guess starting with when and how?”

“A few weeks ago. You guys were having trouble or something, so he and Kelce were partying hard and wanted to go boating. Mine was the only one out of the shop, so they took it out without asking, hit a sandbar near Portsmouth at 32 knots, and damaged the hull so bad it went down. Took an assload of time and money getting it out of the water and fixed.”

“Holy shit. What did your parents do?”

“My mom’s a control freak over matching socks and jackets for events, so you can imagine the panic attack she had over this. Actually, she even knew they took it without permission and that it wasn’t my fault, but she was still mad because she’s such an environmentalist. Do you know the damage oil spills do to these marshes? The food chain in this area could be damaged for years! God, I can still hear her—”

Her jaw dropped. “ Your mother? Cynthia Thornton? The billionaire doctor slash entrepreneur… loves the environment ?”

He threw his hands up in defeat. “Are we not allowed to be good people?”

“Fair enough,” she sighed, tossing her empty cup into the trash. “I’m just sick of the Cameron siblings. Something is wrong with that family.”

Topper sat up in the barstool, suddenly awake. “We ought to get revenge on those two!”

Kiara laughed. “That would be a good idea if you weren’t kidding.”

“Who said I am?” They made eye contact and she shrugged. “Think about it. We’re smart. Smarter than them, at least. If we teamed up, we could totally get back at them together.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment, just letting the chorus of the dad rock song playing overhead fill the space between them. Kiara silently filled two shot glasses with well tequila.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it,” she said, sliding one of the glasses over to him with a lime. She took hers straight, and he followed suit and sucked out the juice from the slice.

“Okay, damn,” he muttered, entire body shaking and eyes squeezing shut. “That was my last one.” He scrambled for his wallet to pay for the shot but she waved him off, telling him to find a cab that could take him from there.

“Maybe don’t throw up on the ride home,” she called after him, and he flipped her off before nearly retching on his way out.

***

Knock knock knock.

Kiara has brass knuckles when it comes to these heavy front doors. Ringing the camera-slash-doorbell often alerted the parents of the home who weren’t typically who she wanted to see, so knocking was the best choice. She only had to rap on the door two more times before it swung open to a half-woken resident.

Topper answered the front door in a jarringly minimal amount of clothing. Really, he was only in his boxers with a gray robe clearly thrown on moments ago. She tried really hard not to look down, instead watching him adjust to the sunlight outside.

“Kiara?” he groaned, then cleared his throat. “Good to see you. What’s up?”

“I’m here to talk about fucking over the Cameron siblings. Like we talked about last night.”

Without another word, he opened the door for her and let her in. Topper led her through the foyer and upstairs, and she looked around at the impressive manor. The artwork on the walls and the vases holding delicate orchids were clearly antiques, and save for an empty cup here, a random shoe there, the place was spotless.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said suddenly, still rubbing at his eyes. “The maid won’t be here until Monday.”

Maid?! she thought. As in one person? Kiara’s family had someone come in and do a weekly spruce-up of the bedrooms and bathrooms and such, but this place was enormous. Surely it took a team of people to handle this freakin’ palace?

They went out to a balcony overlooking his pool, furnished with blue plush chairs and couches. He opened a hidden panel that revealed itself to be a fridge and pulled out a frosty water bottle, gesturing it to her. When she shook her head, he shut the door and twisted the cap off for himself.

Kiara made herself comfortable on one of the seats but Topper remained standing. “So, what level of crazy did you have in mind for this revenge plot?”

He took a long drink from the bottle, letting the bottle crack and buckle as he sucked down nearly the entire thing. The kind of drink you take when you’re woken up from hangover sleep. Topper had to catch his breath when after he swallowed. “I’m sorry? ”

“Y’know… what are you okay with doing? On a scale of shaving cream on their window screens to sinking the Druthers ?”

Topper closed the bottle and pressed the bottom against his face, just like he did the night before. “Okay. It’s starting to come back to me. You were my bartender… and I suggested we get revenge on the Camerons.”

“Good Lord , Topper, you were that drunk last night?” she asked in horror. “You spoke so well. I wouldn’t have given you that shot if I’d know I may have given you brain damage.”

He waved a hand away. “That ship sailed before I was 16. Besides, I wasn’t too fucked up, I just woke up and I’m still hazy. Did you have to show up at the crack ass of dawn?”

She glanced at her watch. “It’s 11:30.”

“Exactly.”

“While we’re off-topic, is there any chance you wanna put some more clothes on?” Kiara suggested, gesturing to his bare body, exposed by his free hand resting on his hip.

He looked down and cringed at himself. “Good plan.”

He didn’t say not to, so she followed him inside to his bedroom. She figured that if he’s putting more clothes on , it’s really not a big deal to be around that. Topper didn’t protest either.

Kiara sat on his half-made bed and pretended not to watch him pull on a pair of black joggers and a t-shirt just a bit too small for him. Taking another sip from his water, he paced around the large room.

“So, I see you’re thinking of active warfare,” Topper started. “Slashing tires, spray painting the walls outside their house, rocks thrown at windows, that kinda thing. But you don’t realize the Camerons have so much goddamn money that none of that means anything to them. They’ll hire someone to clean it up and fix everything, and it’s like it never happened. Meanwhile, you’ve just pissed ‘em off.”

Kiara nodded warily. He extended the bottle out to her and she took it without thinking, uncapping it to finish the water. “Go on.”

“We have to hit them where it hurts,” he inhaled through his nose sharply. “In their feelings.”

“They don’t have feelings,” she said bitterly, like a knee jerk. Her fingers gripped the bottle so tightly it started to pop and buckle in. “Rafe is a psychopath, and we both know how Sarah is.”

“Easy, Kie. Be levelheaded. Just because Rafe is a little off his rocker doesn’t mean he lacks feelings. And Sarah is just as emotionally vulnerable as the next neglected rich girl.”

“Fine. Say you’re right. What’s your plan, exactly?”

He rolled his shoulders back nervously, revealing a patch of tanned skin between his shirt and pants. Topper held up both hands, ready to present his golden idea. “We pretend to date .”

Kiara shoved the empty bottle in his chest and stood up. “Have a nice life, Topper.”

“No, no, wait!” he begged, holding her arm before she left his room. “Think about it. Rafe and Sarah will both get pissed off, and they’ll be at our whims before you even know it.”

She paused. He had a point; the Cameron siblings famously didn’t like to share. Perhaps he was presenting her with four birds and one stone. “How exactly would we do it?”

“It’s simple! In public, we hold hands, go to social events together, maybe share a kiss or two to make it seem real. When the cameras are off, we’re just two people with a mutual agenda of pissing off the Camerons.”

“ Ngh… it just sounds like a bad idea, Top,” she admitted. “If it doesn’t work, we both look like idiots. If it does work, we risk provoking them, like you said earlier, but for no reason. At least with my plan, we get the cathartic release of… I don’t know. Hiding dead fish in their cars.”

Topper looked like his mind was scrambling, then he lit up. “Y’know, if we fake-dated, my girlfriend could never be caught dead working at a bar. She’d work… maybe at the local aquarium, to whom my mother just donated a fuckton of money?”

Kiara narrowed her eyes. “I don’t have any licensure. I can’t just walk in and start working there.”

He laughed. “The lead marine biologist and her family has had dinner here.” Topper picked up his phone. “One call, and I could have her on the line. You’d be working there by next week. Just like that.”

She looked down at the phone and back into his eyes. Her jaw tightened. “Is this some kind of set-up for blackmail?”

Topper’s eyes popped open. “ Christ , no. You could keep the job even if this falls apart. I’m just saying, there would be perks to fake-dating me that you don’t see yet.”

Kiara thought for a minute, mostly about how much she hated working for that fucking bar. It had been her only option when she defiantly quit her parents’ restaurant, and this seemed like a good way to escape. “Alright, I’ll do it. It… sounds kinda fun anyways.”

“Perfect. Now, let me sleep for, like, two more hours, and we can start plotting.”

***

“Who is Kiara dating?” Sarah asked, not looking up from her phone while John B rubbed her legs.

“Your brother,” he responded like she was a moron. He was mostly displeased she was interrupting his rewatch of Bojack Horseman. “Though it is pretty rocky. Last I heard they were on the outs—”

“No, she’s dating someone new,” she said, rolling her eyes. “She posted some guy on her story, like a soft launch. It definitely wasn’t Rafe.”

John B stopped his movements, looking at Sarah confusedly. “Show me.”

She scrolled back to the photo, showing him. “Rafe is taller than that guy.” It was a mirror photo, taken in some department store. Kiara posed casually while a man stood behind her, one arm around her waist and face tucked into her neck. The post was filtered black and white, so there was no telling any identifying details like skin or hair color.

“I have no idea,” John B said, sitting up and pushing Sarah’s legs off his lap. “Pope, did you know about this?”

Pope, who was entirely consumed in a Wired magazine up until this point, looked up. “I’m sorry, did I know what?”

“Kiara has a new boyfriend. Not Rafe,” Sarah explained, annoyed that Pope hadn’t been paying attention to her.

“Oh, uh, no. When did that start?” he asked, clearly to be polite and not out of any real interest. His eyes dropped down to the article.

“Okay, Pope doesn’t give a crap,” John B stated, turning back to Sarah, who had cut eyes.

“And why exactly do you care?”

His jaw shifted and his eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t. Why do you ?”

Sarah stiffened in the couch, switching over to her text thread with Rafe. “I don’t either!”

***

“Hi Kiara!”

The greeting, while pleasant in tone, made every hair on her body stand up. Kie slowly turned from the cashier whom she was currently paying to see Sarah Cameron with a pageant-ready smile. “Oh, hello, Sarah.”

The blonde girl went in for an uncomfortable hug before the other turned back to finish the transaction. “How have you been?”

Kiara would rather die than do this right now. What’re the freakin’ odds Sarah would be in this cafe, of all the spots on the island? All she wanted was to get her vanilla latte and go on her way, but no. She can’t have nice things.

To her horror, before she could answer, the cashier handed back her card, but it wasn’t her card. Upon a second glance, Kiara realized it was one of Topper’s cards, which he’d let her use to get them both lunch the first time they hung out (she insisted she Venmo him back for it, which ensued a ridiculous back-and-forth of private payments until finally Topper sent the money and blocked her account). She must’ve forgotten to give the card back.

Kiara looked up to see if Sarah noticed, and she absolutely fucking did. Her eyes were wide as hell, and it was clear she was dying to say something but wasn’t sure what. Fortunately, the coffee gods were generous, and her drink came out quickly.

“Drink for Tiara!” Oh, God , seriously?

“I’ve been good, but I’ve gotta grab that and run. Bye!” She took the coffee and slipped out the door in a rush, not even grabbing the sugar packets she likes to add. Her purse caught on the handle, a few drops of coffee spilled onto the pavement, and it wasn’t enough for the world to open up and swallow her into the ground.

Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this fake dating.

***

“That’s fucking hilarious,” Topper said, scanning over the rows of wine. “You think Rafe knows by now?” He stood up straight. “Okay, yeah, stupid question. His spidey senses probably started tingling the minute you were in my house.”

The song overhead changed to “Venus” by Bananarama and he started dancing since no one else was in the store. “I told you, it’s fine. It was one coffee. You think that’s beyond what a boyfriend is okay with?”

Fuck. He meant to say would be. Would be okay with, because he isn't her boyfriend. Whatever, a little slip-up never killed anyone. He thinks.

Topper pressed the phone to his cheek, leaning down to read the labels closer to the ground. “What was the name of the wine you wanted again? La Belle Angele?” He giggled to himself. “ Label Angel… okay, I won’t say it like that. Why do you like red wine anyways? Why can’t you drink hard seltzers like a normal person? Oh! Here it is. I’ll see you soon.”

Topper hung up and spun around, face to face with a much taller individual. His grip instinctively tightened on the bottle when he realized it was John B. Both men were only 20, so a traditional Western showdown ensued. John B looked down to the bottle in Topper’s hand as well as the purple scrunchie on his wrist. Not only was the hairband definitely Kie’s, but everyone who knew her was well aware that wine was her favorite.

Rather than start any kind of scene, Topper politely nodded to the younger boy and stepped past him to pay for the bottle and leave.

***

Kiara lazily surfed through his Spotify playlists on the massive television. “God, your taste in music is terrible. Is this Nick Jonas? And Train ?”

“Hey, ease up on Train!” he said, pointing a warning finger at her. “If you don’t like it, log into your account.”

Topper poured another glass of the wine he’d come to love over the last few weeks. Maybe the taste was growing on him, maybe he was just learning to associate it with the time he spent with Kiara.

Honestly, he hadn’t given her much thought before suggesting this whole endeavor, but she was really delightful. She was intelligent and generous, and plotting ideas for their fake dating PR often turned into hours-long conversations that left her falling asleep on the plush couches in his living spaces. They’d grab a crepe in the morning and she’d go home to delete passive aggressive texts from Rafe. The line between “scheming and devising” and “hanging out in earnest” had been blurred weeks ago. Or ignored.

“Nuh uh,” she shook her head and took the glass from his hand. “You’ll forget to switch back and cloud up my listening history with Maroon 5 or some shit.”

Kiara pulled up The Weeknd, something universally liked and unobjectionable. “I’ll put on the better stuff when we’re more intoxicated.”

“What, do we need a joint or something?”

She sat up excitedly, not an easy task on the thick couch. “Do you have one?”

Topper laughed and took back his wine. “I can roll one. Do you really want to?”

Her jaw dropped. “You can roll one? Didn’t know you had it in you, Thornton.”

“Y’know I’ve done cocaine!” he called back, going to get his stash.

Half an hour, two joints rolled, and one and a half smoked later, they relaxed together on the outdoor couches where they’d first discussed their plans. Now, they lazily watched the fan spin around from the winds blowing in from the bay. “Drops of Jupiter” played on Kiara’s phone.

“You don’t get it,” he started, pointing at the phone. “She asked for space . So he asks, ‘did Venus blow your mind’? ‘Did you make it to the Milky Way ’? She wanted space and now she’s ‘returned from her stay on the moon’ . He’s being sassy but, like, he still wants her back.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Kiara finally conceded, sitting upside down on the couch with her feet stuck in the air. “It’s a good song. I’ll admit it.”

“Damn right,” he said, humming along to the lyrics. “How is the job going?”

“Oh, it’s going so well!” she excitedly turned to him. “The sea turtles are starting to hatch on the beaches, so we have a handful of babies coming through with mild injuries. Oh my God, Topper, they’re so fucking cute. You have no idea.”

Kiara pulled out her phone and began showing him pictures she’s sneakily taken at work of the turtles, and he couldn’t lie, they were really fucking cute. He smiled down at her, both of them enjoying their doped up haze.

“Can I ask you something?” Topper asked, looking up at the ceiling.

“Can I stop you?” she said, poking his side.

“...Yes?”

“Oh,” Kiara shrugged awkwardly. “Usually my friends say no to that. What’s up?”

He met her gaze, searching in her eyes for the right words. “Why are you… with Rafe?”

She knew he was really asking why she tolerated Rafe’s bullshit behavior, but there was no way for him to ask that, even if he was pissed at the man. “Because when he’s bad, he’s awful. But when he’s good, he’s amazing. Y’know what I mean?”

Topper inhaled deeply and nodded. “Too well. It’s just not fun to watch.”

“It’s not really fun to live either,” she snapped, rolling her eyes.

“That’s not what I meant,” he sat up. “The people who care about you don’t like to see you get hurt. It hurts them, too.”

Kiara blinked at him. “You care about me?”

“‘Course I do. I’m not the only one either. You think John B and Pope like seeing it either? I guarantee if they knew they could get away with beating the dogshit out of him, they would do it in a heartbeat.”

She didn’t answer, but she leaned forward and relit the joint instead.

“I mean, think long term. Is that the kind of guy you’d wanna marry? Or have kids with?”

“No,” she said quickly, blowing smoke out. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get rid of him for good.”

Topper shifted uncomfortably, taking the j. “You won’t know if you don’t try. You have people who support you, remember.”

Kiara smiled at him, picking at her nails and watching the smoke creep out of his lips. “So… tell me. Why are you still with Sarah?”

He grimaced and took another deep hit before answering. “God, I guess I was just so invested in her since I was 16. She isn’t exactly the girl I thought she was, but I don’t want to feel like I’ve wasted all this time and energy into someone who wasn’t worth it. Besides, she’s not exactly the worst option in terms of marrying and starting a family, even if she is a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“Sunk cost fallacy,” Kiara muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said, and took the joint from him to savor the last few hits.

It was at this point when both realized the plan should be abandoned for fundamental reasons. The drawbacks of proceeding outweighed the benefits in nearly aspect, but both of these intelligent individuals continued to get crossed together, alone, and lament about how much the Cameron siblings have fucked them over.

Outside Topper’s manor, Rafe crept up in his Range Rover with the headlights shut off. He didn’t need any extra illumination to recognize his ex-girlfriend's car in the driveway.

Rafe was more than aware Kiara had the right to see anyone she wanted while they were apart. And maybe Topper wasn’t his biggest fan ever since the boating incident, and it would be unrealistic to expect bro code loyalty from him… but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to swerve his car across the lawn and shoot at the windows with the pistol in his center console.

His fingers dug into the leather of his steering wheel, debating who he should disembowel first, but he was disrupted by his phone ringing.

Kelce. He probably wanted to get drunk again, and Rafe can’t deny how good it’s made him feel the last few weeks— internally. Physically, it’s kicking his ass.

Rafe answered the call and pulled away from the Thorntons’ home, turning the headlights on when he was far away enough.

***

Topper kicked ass at beach volleyball.

Kiara played several games on his team, and he took it so much more seriously than she ever would’ve expected. He was jumping and diving like a pro, and after the third win in a row, she pulled him aside and forced him to chug some Gatorade.

The beach was his idea to begin with, and she was starting to see how clever it was. Tons of people hung around the water this time of year, and they ogled this new girl Topper was getting comfortable with. It made her laugh, the way her Pogue association left her basically a nobody to the rich kids on the island. Seriously, she thinks she heard someone ask who that curly-haired girl with Topper was. Like the two years she went to school with them meant nothing.

It didn’t matter— it had been forever since she enjoyed a beach day with her new bikini. Her friends weren’t available; John B was still on her naughty list for being Sarah Cameron’s lap dog, and Pope hated sand. Her fake boyfriend, on the other hand, was a total waterbug and loved going out on his boat, surfing, tanning, getting drunk on the beach, the whole thing. When this was over, she made a mental note to do this with him again.

The idea of this being over , though, didn’t feel so great in her stomach. She didn’t know why.

Topper wordlessly grabbed Kiara’s waist and pulled her into his body, making her squeak in surprise. Their bathing suits allowed for much more skin contact than normal, and it didn’t concern her as much as it probably would’ve before this whole endeavor. Not even his sweat bothered her like it did with her other guy friends.

“O-kay!” she blurted while complying. She looked up confusedly, but allowed him to pull her around wherever.

“What do you want for dinner, pretty girl?” Topper asked, wrapping an arm around her and tightening up.

Kiara flushed, but was thoroughly baffled until she glanced back and realized they had a bit of a one-man audience, or really one-woman. The exact witness they were looking for, too.

She looked up at her fake boyfriend, and reached up for a big kiss, wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck. They had exchanged chaste pecks and cheek kisses before, mainly for staged photos or when people were looking in public, but they’d never really shared a deep, passionate kiss until now.

“Up to you, baby,” she finally answered when she pulled away. Topper was stunned, staring into the distance as his ex girlfriend approached them.

Sarah couldn’t even pretend to be civil. “When did this start?” she asked flatly. John B finally caught up to her, on her heels like a helpless puppy. He didn’t seem any more pleased than Sarah, but she had an eye-twitching, barely-contained rage, whereas he just looked wounded.

“Oh, I don’t know. Time flies with him. Maybe a few weeks?” Kiara said, leaning her head on Topper’s toned chest.

The blonde girl looked between them, wrinkling her small nose. “I pissed you off, so I get why you’re doing this,” she said to Topper, who had yet to wake up yet, “but really? Doesn’t Girl Code mean anything to you?”

Kiara blinked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ludicrous concept aside, she and Sarah hadn’t had a positive interaction in years.

“Whatever,” Sarah snapped, pulling John B behind her as she stormed off. Fortunately, the nearby music and chatter had drowned out the whining, because very few people had witnessed the cripplingly awkward confrontation.

“Wanna get a snow cone?” Topper asked, his first words since their interruption.

Kiara looked up at him, eyes squinting in the sunlight. “Hell yeah.”

***

“So, these events are all about appearance over any actual substance like progress, sustainability, or anything like that,” Topper explained, looking in the rearview mirror and changing lanes. "Just in case you start talking to someone about your passions and they get that glassy look in their eyes."

Kiara touched up her lipgloss and flipped up the mirror. “You’re mansplaining again. I told you to knock that off.”

“I know you’ve been to these all your life, but…” Topper rolled his shoulders back in his navy suit. “This time might be a little different.”

“What, are we doing a Kool-Aid practice run?”

He either didn’t get the reference or ignored her. With how stressed he looked, it was probably the latter. “Okay, so, I may have failed to mention that… well, the aquarium that you work at? The one that my mom funded, and we’re going to an event for right now? They’re working with another company to build the new wing.”

Kiara paused. “Why would that matter to…?” she trailed off, and Topper’s eyes were pleading for her to understand. “Oh, no.”

“It’s Cameron Development.”

“So they’re all gonna be there?” she asked, trying not to sound like she was pouting.

“For sure. Rafe probably won’t be, because he can’t get along with his father for half an hour, but Sarah for sure.”

Kiara cut her eyes at him. “How long have you known about this?”

“Since I was invited,” he admitted foolishly.

She scoffed. “So you waited until we were on the way to the event to tell me? What the hell, Top?”

“I wasn’t sure how to break it to you,” he said and threw the car into park. “Now let’s go have a great time!”

Kiara shot an unamused look before getting out of the vehicle.

They’d arrived comfortably early, and people were still mingling before taking their seats. Topper introduced her as his girlfriend to a few people before he was whisked away for photos and couldn’t bring her. He gave an apologetic look, but she waved him away— she could handle herself at this kind of thing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” a voice from behind her said, and Kiara spun around on her heel. It was Topper’s mother.

“Oh, hi!” she said, trying not to stutter. Kiara stuck out a hand and Mrs. Thornton shook it politely. “My name is Kiara Carrera. My parents are Mike and Anna.” She cringed at herself, realizing her muscle memory introduction wouldn’t help her here. “I mean, I’ve been seeing Topper for the last few weeks.”

She raised her eyebrows, but didn’t appear displeased. “Ah, good to hear he’s no longer with that… Cameron girl.”

The duo looked over to the front of the room, where a photographer was taking a photo of the two company’s children. Topper and Sarah posed together, both sporting wide smiles, but the former’s was much more forced and pained. Mrs. Thornton shook her head disappointedly.

Kiara struggled not to laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day someone else not falling for her poisonous charm.”

Without looking at her, Topper’s mom sighed. “She’s just a bit directionless for her age. I’m afraid she’s going to get my son just as stuck as she is.” Mrs. Thornton’s gaze lazily crept over to Kiara. “Is that something I need to worry about with you?”

She straightened her posture. “Oh, no ma’am! I’ve actually been working with Dr. Sellers at the aquarium. I’ve been interested in marine biology since I was 10.”

The woman smiled, something Kiara never would’ve expected in a hundred years from the minimal interactions she’s had with the woman in the past. “That’s such a pleasure to hear. I need to speak with some other attendees, but please, have a great time tonight.”

Kie probably stood frozen for several moments, because Topper’s touch was the only thing that got her to relax and come back to earth. “I saw you talking with my mother. Is everything alright?”

“Your mother likes your fake girlfriend more than Sarah Cameron,” she said blankly, leaning into Topper’s chest naturally as he snaked an arm around her. They’d gotten so subconscious with the touching lately. “What does that mean?”

Topper didn't answer, but his fingers twitched against her waist. "Ready to find our seats?"

***

“Come with me!”

John B worried about the state of his shoulder sockets, tired of the way Sarah yanked him around every corner. For a small girl, she had a grip. “Where are we going?” Home was the ideal answer, truth be told.

“Rafe doesn’t like going to these things any more than we do, so he’s probably out front having a cigarette,” she explained without turning back to look at him, so John B only caught half of her words.

Sarah pushed the front door open, startling half of the smokers who feared they’d been caught by their own loved ones. She honed in on her brother and pulled her guest behind her yet again until they reached Rafe finishing his little break. John B rolled his scapula back, hoping to relieve some of the pressure in his muscles.

“You’ve seen what our exes are pulling? It’s total bullshit. Y’know, we could easily break them up,” Sarah explained eagerly, hardly catching her breath before continuing. “I’m sure you don’t like it any more than I do, so what do you say we put our efforts together?”

Rafe pulled on the cigarette, the end glowing bright before he dropped it to the concrete and snubbed it out with his dress shoe. He looked between his sister, practically bouncing on her heels, and her little lapdog behind her who appeared to really wanna leave. “Kill yourself,” he responded, voice tight and thin around the smoke inhale.

Sarah deflated, jaw open and looking for a hint that he wasn’t serious, but Rafe just straightened his lapels and went off to find some member of the wait staff to exploit for the night. Her nostrils flared. “Go get the van.”

***

The drive back to Kiara’s house was comfortably quiet. Topper rolled down the windows gently to let in the warm breeze, and she took down her updo and let her curls flow in the wind. The smell of her perfume wafted over to him and his arm reached out around the back of her seat.

“That was more fun than I expected,” Kie admitted, finally looking at her driver, who smirked a little. “Didn’t even seem to be bothered by Sarah much at all. Maybe she left early.”

When Topper turned off the headlights on his Range Rover in her driveway, the interior glow brightened. Her head lulled to the side, glossy lips tugged up as she blinked softly. Fucking gorgeous.

He didn’t even think. Just leaned forward, tucked one hand against her cheek to still her, and kissed her like he’d wanted to all night. Hell, for a lot longer than that. Her lips parted as one of her hands threaded up into his blonde hair, finally having him in her grip with no invasive eyes. No judgments, no expectations. Only them, making out like eager teenagers again and itching to move to the backseat.

She whined when he pulled off. Their lips brushed, gasps comingling and eyelashes fluttering shut.

“Kiara?” he breathed, resting his forehead against hers.

“Yeah?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

#welcome to tiara bitches #i'm deadass the first one on ao3 to write this pairing i feel insane #how has no one come up with this before me like. what #anyways no smut which is new for me but we're testing the waters alright #let me know if there's even a semblance of a market for this #outer banks #obx #kiara carrera #topper thornton #tiara #umathurwin writing

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Eight

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Harry kept my hand in his as we exited the hotel to find a car waiting for us.

“Well, hello again,” I smiled when I saw him holding the door.

“Hello, Miss,” said Drew with a nod.

I slid into the leather seat, Harry following. Raising our joined hands to his lips, he kissed the back of mine as Drew pulled out of the parking lot and headed out into the night. Harry remained silent as I watched the scenery go by, once again mesmerized by the city.

“First time to New York?”

I turned and gave him a smile.

“Yes,” I nodded. “Funny, isn’t it?”

“Why?”

“Because my book is set here. You would think I’d at least been here before. To do some research or something.”

“Why didn’t you?”

I pursed my lips. “No time. Or money. I just relied on Lorelei’s knowledge, movies and Wikipedia.”

Harry smirked. “I don’t reckon you really needed to know much anyway. The story really could have been set in any city.”

I stared out the window again. “I suppose so.”

The ride was quiet once more as I continued to watch the city lights and sky-high buildings go by. I wondered where Harry was taking me, but I decided to keep the mystery brewing and not ask.

“Are you nervous?”

I widened my eyes and turned my head with a jerk. “About what?”

“Tomorrow. The book signing.”

“Oh,” I sighed. “A little, I guess? But not really. Just...excited. You know, that feeling you get like there’s butterflies in your tummy, but you’re not worried or anxious because you know everything’s gonna turn out like you’d hoped.”

Harry gave me a slow smile, his eyes dancing as though we both knew neither of us were just talking about the book signing. I felt him squeeze my hand as my stomach flipped. Before I knew it, the car came to a stop.

The chill of the evening air hit me harder than before as I stepped out of the car, and I quickly realized we were near the water. Eyeing the marina, the lights bouncing off the surface of the water, I pulled my coat tighter around me.

“Harry, what is this?”

I felt his breath in my ear, his hand on my back before he whispered. “My surprise.”

I looked up at him then, a slight smirk threatening to show his dimple as he gestured to the dock. I hesitantly let him guide me until we stopped in front of a massive yet conservative nautical craft.

“We’re going on a yacht?” I gasped.

Before Harry could respond, another man seemingly came out of nowhere, a pleasant smile on his face.

“Good evening!” he exclaimed, holding out his hand. Harry shook it and greeted him as though they’d met before. I just watched in awe, still incredulous about what was happening.

We stepped onto the yacht, and the man, who had introduced himself as Ethan, showed us to an area on the deck with an amazing view of the skyline and had then quickly disappeared somewhere. As soon as Harry and I were alone, it finally dawned on me, and I officially got the jitters. Harry noticed and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Was that a nervous shake or a cold chill?” he asked.

I chuckled. “I told you I’m not nervous.”

“Then why are you gripping the handrail like that?”

I looked down at my hands, my fingers white from holding on so tightly. I blushed as I released my grip.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed, taking my hands and turning me towards him. “You’re not afraid of boats are you?”

“No.”

“Good. Because we’re moving now and that would make this date really awkward.”

I threw my head back laughing, the nerves and tension easing from my body. Harry echoed my laugh, pulling me closer. I hugged him tight as the wind blew my hair behind me. I watched the city move by slowly, taking in a deep breath.

“‘m so glad you’re here,” Harry murmured.

“You know,” I began to tease, “most guys just take a woman out to eat, maybe to a movie.”

“Hmm. I’m not most guys.”

“Apparently.”

“First time on a yacht?”

I bit my lip as I ran my fingers up and down his back. “Lots of firsts tonight. Not sure what to expect next.”

I felt Harry’s chest shake before he cleared his throat. I raised my head to look at him. When he lifted his hand to graze my cheek, I anticipated his next move. We were interrupted, however, when another voice boomed behind him.

“Excuse me, Miss, Sir.”

Harry turned his head to acknowledge the man, nodding at him.

“Be right there,” he said. Then turning back to me, he held out his hand. “This way.”

The man, wearing a white shirt and black tie, stood next to a sliding glass door which Harry and I entered, then shut it behind us. The room, which looked large enough to house several tables, and probably did on occasion, now only held one off to the side next to the windows. The space was aglow with candlelight, the table adorned with a white tablecloth and a small vase of roses in the center. Harry took my coat as I stared with my mouth open, quickly shutting it. I watched him as he held my chair out for me, my stomach doing acrobatics at a most inopportune time.

Harry sat across from me after passing our coats to the man (waiter? Maitre d?) who then left through another door, only to arrive back seconds later with water and a bottle of wine. He uncorked it, pouring the crystal liquid into two glasses. I smiled when the waiter left once more, and Harry raised his glass.

“I know I already made a toast,” he grinned, “to gorgeous redheads. But I’d like to make another.”

“Yeah?”

Harry nodded. “To one in particular. Who’s sat across from me right now. That I haven’t been able to get out of my head since the day we met. And is absolutely taking my breath away.”

“Wha-” I stumbled, swallowing hard. “Wow.”

His grin widening, Harry clinked his glass against mine and took a slow sip. I remained cemented in my spot, unable to move. The candlelight danced in his eyes as I continued to stare at him, no doubt gawking. I felt a warmth surge throughout my body as he reached across the table for my other hand.

“What do you think of my surprise so far?” he asked.

I couldn’t hide my sigh. “So romantic.”

The waiter returned then with food and despite the fact that my stomach was still doing somersaults, the dinner was delicious. Harry said he wasn’t sure if I was a steak or fish person, so he’d opted for chicken. I laughed, telling him it was a good choice, but for future reference, I liked everything.

Flirting with Harry was easy. The chemistry between us was apparent and undeniable. My nerves had dissipated after two glasses of wine, and I was feeling good and confident. By the end of dinner, I was in need of fresh air, so we returned to the deck just in time to reach Ellis Island.

Harry stood behind me, his chest pressed against my back and his arms around my waist as I stared up at Lady Liberty. Though the only sound was the whipping of the wind in my ears, I could swear Harry had to be able to detect the beating of my heart.

“Did you say something?” I asked with a jump.

“No, love,” he replied, his breath on my neck. “But I want to.”

“Wh-what is it?”

As I turned my head slightly, I felt his lips graze my skin behind my ear, and then my earlobe. His eyes looked at me with intensity as I rotated my entire body in his arms until we were face to face. Suddenly, I did hear something. It started so low that I thought I was imagining it, but as it grew I realized it was indeed music.

“Dance with me,” Harry requested.

A smile spread across my face, and I nodded as Harry pulled me to the center of the deck. We danced to classic Sinatra, my arms around his neck.

“How are the girls?” asked Harry.

I burst out a laugh and rolled my eyes. “You’re gonna ask me about my kids right now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Because we’re on a date.”

“So? Everything about you is a topic of interest for me, Stacey. And your kids are a pretty big deal.”

I grinned and nodded. “They’re fine. At home with their dad.”

“Good.”

“What about you? How is promo and everything going?”

“Really good, actually,” he beamed.

“I saw the Ellen interview. That was hilarious.”

Harry laughed. “Thanks.”

“You’re really enjoyable to watch, I must say. And it helps that you’re obviously enjoying it too.”

“I appreciate that.”

The song changed to one by Michael Buble as we continued to sway. I started to sing along since it was one of my favorites.

“The melody haunts my reverie…”

Harry hummed with me, his cheek pressed against mine. I shut my eyes and breathed in his intoxicating scent. I was drunk on him, on his mere existence. I laid my head on his shoulder, and I felt a shiver as his fingers tickled my back.

“You cold?” I heard him whisper.

“No, I’m okay,” I lied.

Though his body temperature kept me fairly warm, the chill had picked back up and I was still without my coat. But there was no way I was letting go of him.

As the song neared the end, I played with the curls on the back of Harry’s head.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“When were you planning on kissing me?” I lifted my head to catch him smirking.

“What do you mean?” he asked slyly.

“Well…” I said, playing with the edge of his collar, “I seem to recall you saying you were taking me out and that you planned on kissing me again. So, I was just wondering when I could expect that second part.”

Harry chuckled, pressing his mouth to my forehead. “It’s all in the timing, my love.”

“Sorry, I ruined it, didn’t I? I’m so bad at this,” I blushed.

“At what?”

“This...dating...or whatever it is.”

“No, you’re not. You’re pretty incredible, actually. I like your eagerness.”

“Oh great,” I said sarcastically. “I’m easy.”

Harry laughed harder. “You’re adorable.”

I focused on his chest again as the next song began. I wanted him to kiss me so badly, I could taste it, but I’d embarrassed myself and couldn’t look at him. Harry continued to rub my back as he sang softly in my ear.

“That’s when you need someone… Someone that you, you can call…”

I allowed myself to get lost in the sound of his voice, his warm breath on my cheek. My heart was racing a mile a minute, my knees weak and jelly-like.

“If it’s a friend that you need… Let it be me…”

Harry continued to woo me with his singing, his tone low as he caressed my back, my shoulders, my arms. I kept my face in the crook of his neck, feeling the vibration of his voice against my mouth. I let my lips brush his skin, daring the both of us. That was when Harry whispered my name, urging me to look at him. When I didn’t, he lifted my chin with his finger.

“Beautiful Stacey,” he cooed.

He kissed me gently on the cheek, then again at the corner of my mouth. Finally, I looked him in the eye right before he closed his and kissed my lips.

We were no longer dancing, at least not like we had been, in time with the music. I felt a chill, but also completely warm at the same time. He held me tighter, one arm around my waist, the other hand cupping the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I wasn’t even sure where my hands were, but I didn’t care. He had a hold of me and that was all that mattered. Though his lips were soft, his kisses were hard and hungry, shamelessly passionate. I tasted the wine on his tongue as it filled my mouth, silently and desperately telling me all the things words couldn’t.

A moan escaped my throat before I could stop it. It seemed to have a positive effect on Harry though, and he mimicked it, pulling me closer and slipping his hand down my backside. I suddenly experienced an overwhelming sensation and had to back away, my hand on his chest.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice raspy, his eyelids heavy.

I stared at him a moment, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

“Wow.” That was all I could manage.

He gave me a tiny smile. “Yeah.”

I knew my face had to be matching my hair at that moment. I felt flushed, excited, and completely turned on. I blinked several times to get my bearings, and I suddenly remembered there was music playing.

I heard Harry chuckle, a sexy low chuckle that is enough to make any woman willingly give up all inhibitions. As he lightly brushed the wild strands of hair from my face, his fingertips caused goosebumps across my skin. Finally, the temperature was apparent, and I crossed my arms.

“Let’s get you warm, baby,” Harry murmured, pulling me to him once more.

My teeth chattering, I nodded against his chest. He walked me to the room where we had eaten, and I sat at the table, watching the glitter on the waves. I hadn’t noticed he’d gone until he stood with my coat. I smiled up at him and rose from my chair to put it on.

“We’re almost to the dock now. So it won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

Harry ran his hands up and down my arms, a concerned look on his face.

“Did you have a good time?”

I gave him the brightest smile possible. “Are you kidding?”

I giggled when I caught him blushing, his head bowed. I wanted to scream that he was so fucking cute, and he needed to stop, but I didn’t.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“This has been the best date I’ve ever been on in my life.”

He smiled his signature dimpled smile before pulling me into another kiss.

“I hope that doesn’t mean it’s over,” he whispered, his forehead against mine.

“What?”

“Come back with me to my hotel?”

It was a question. The inflection rose at the end. It wasn’t a demand, but a request. An invitation. I lifted my hand to his face as I looked into his amazing green eyes.

“Yes,” I said.

There was something about Harry that’s hard to explain in words. Although my heart was jumping, my palms were sweaty, and my throat was dry, he somehow managed to make me feel at ease. He had this aura about him that glowed with confidence, and I could feel it radiate.

I knew what we were doing. It’s no secret what the intent is when one goes to another’s hotel. But I didn’t feel hesitant about it at all. My nerves were only built from anticipation and excitement. I wanted him to make love to me.

I should have known he’d have a suite. It wasn’t over-the-top or anything, but big nonetheless. Harry invited me to sit on the couch while he poured us some more wine. I half expected some high-tech stereo system to start playing soft jazz or perhaps some Barry White or Marvin Gaye, but instead, Harry crossed the room and returned with an acoustic guitar. He smiled as he moved his wine glass on the coffee table and sat down on it, strumming lightly.

Had it been anyone else, I might’ve been offended. But I was willing to make this evening last as long as possible. Taking a sip of wine, I crossed my legs and grinned at him over my glass.

“Wanna sing something?” Harry asked.

“No way, it’s your turn. You promised.”

“Did I?” he raised a brow.

I licked my lips and took another drink. That was all the response he got from me, but it seemed to work. Carefully strumming the chords, Harry began to play a song I recognized from his album. I sat quietly as he sang, mesmerized by his vocals and facial expressions. He was full of passion and soul. I loved every second.

“That was beautiful,” I commented softly when the song ended.

“You’re beautiful.”

I felt a little bubble rise from my belly up to my throat and I tried my best to hold it down. Harry barely peeled his eyes away from me for a second to set his guitar on the floor. Then he scooted closer to me, his knees on either side of mine as he took my wine glass from me and sat it next to his on the table.

Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me. Boy, did he kiss me. I was completely intoxicated, and it wasn’t just from the wine. I ran my hands up his thighs, eager to get closer to him, to feel him. He groaned against my mouth, igniting a deeper fire within me.

“Harry…” I breathed as he dragged his lips down my neck.

“Baby…”

He nipped at my skin, his hands lowering to my waist. He tried to pull me onto his lap, but I resisted.

“Wait.”

He stared at me incredulously for a moment. Gulping, he nodded. “Am I moving too fast?”

I smiled. “No. I need to use the ladies room.”

“Oh.”

I winked at him as I rose from the sofa and grabbed my bag. Once inside the restroom, I pulled out my phone, prepared to send a quick text to Lorelei, even though she knew where I was and with whom. I frowned, however, when I saw I had a voicemail from Tod.

“Hey, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know Emery has a fever. It’s pretty high right now, like a hundred and one. She was complaining about her stomach, but she hasn’t thrown up yet. I’ll keep an eye on her, but call me when you get this message.”

“Shit,” I muttered. I noticed the call had come through nearly an hour ago. I called him back.

“How is she?” I asked as soon as he answered the phone.

“She’s been throwing up now. A couple times. She’s been asking for you.”

“She’s still awake?”

“Yeah. Her fever hasn’t gone down much. I’ve put a cool washcloth on her forehead.”

“Did you strip her down? Let the fan blow on her.”

“She’s got the fan. She’s just in her nightgown.”

I sighed. “Okay. Put her on the phone.”

I heard muffled voices until Emery’s helpless one came on.

“Hi, Mommy.”

“You’re sick, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Yeah. I miss you. Can you come get me?”

“I’m in New York, baby.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You’ll get better,” I assured her. “Daddy will take care of you.”

“Okay.”

“Drink lots of liquids.”

“Makes me throw up,” she argued.

“I know, but it’ll flush you out. Help you get well.”

“Okay.”

“Let me talk to Daddy again. You’ll be alright soon, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Once again I heard the muffled voices and Tod returned to the phone.

“I’ll let you know if she gets worse,” he promised.

“Please. Or if she’s refusing to drink or go potty.”

“Will do.”

“I’ll check back later.”

When I hung up the call, I cursed to myself again. Then I quickly used the toilet and washed my hands, knowing Harry had to be wondering what happened to me.

When I returned to the couch, he was sitting on it, strumming his guitar. He looked up at me questioningly, setting the guitar down again.

“Everything alright?”

“I um...had a call from Tod,” I replied.

“Jasmine?”

“No. Emery this time. She’s sick with a fever and she’s throwing up.”

“Oh no,” he frowned.

A tear escaped my eye just as he pulled me down on the sofa beside him.

“I’ve never been this far away from them before,” I cried. “And now one of them’s sick and needs me.”

“Hey, shhh,” Harry cooed, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay.”

I shook against his shoulder for a few minutes as he rubbed my back. I knew he was right, it would be okay. I just felt overwhelmed.

“Did you get to talk to her?”

I sniffled and wiped away a tear. “Yeah. She was awake.”

“Then I bet she’s feeling better already. She got to hear your voice.”

“Why are you so sweet?” I asked, looking at his face in wonder.

He blinked slowly before taking my chin in his hand. Then he gently placed a kiss on my lips, the most tender of kisses.

“I’ve ruined the moment again, haven’t I?”

“You haven’t ruined anything.”

“We were having such a lovely evening,” I pouted.

“Still are.”

Harry kissed me again, this time closer to the way he’d been kissing me before. I reveled in the sensation of his lips, his tongue, his stubble. The spark ignited once more, and I slipped my hand inside his shirt.

“Is this where we were?” I whispered.

“Yeah.”

Harry reached behind me, finding the zipper to my dress. He opened it slightly, sliding the strap down. My breath caught in my throat as he began to lick and suck on the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck and left a trail across my shoulder.

“Baby…” he groaned.

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go to the bed, yeah?”

I merely nodded as I stared at his kiss-swollen lips. As I took his outstretched hand, I heard a familiar sound behind me. My ringtone.

“Fuck,” I cursed, grabbing my purse.

“It’s your ex?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, take the call, love.”

“Stacey, her fever’s gone back up,” explained Tod when I answered. “I stripped her down, but she’s still burning up.”

“I thought you said her fever was going down,” I argued.

“Well I hadn’t checked it lately. The last time was over twenty minutes ago. So apparently it’s gone back up since then.”

“Dammit. Run her a cool bath. Call my mom, see if she can stay with Jaz while you take Em to the emergency room.”

“I don’t think she needs the E/R, Stacey.”

“If her fever is over a hundred and two, she needs the E/R, Tod.”

I knew then was not the time to make condescending remarks and stress each other’s names, but I couldn’t believe he’d be so obtuse. I heard him sigh just before the sound of running water.

“I’m gonna try the bath. I’ll let you know if it helps.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

This time when I hung up, Harry didn’t wait for the tears. He pulled me into his embrace without a word or a sound because he knew. He knew what I needed.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmured against his chest.

“Shhh. Stop apologizing. I’m here. Whatever you need.”

“Maybe I should go back to my hotel.”

“Is that would you want to do?”

I looked up at him then, concern, sincerity and a bit of confusion in his expression. I shook my head.

“No. I wanna be here with you.”

Harry smiled. “I want you here, too.”

I swallowed hard. I knew the night was ruined. There was no way I could make love to him with so much worry on my mind.

“Will you hold me?” I whispered.

Harry released his arms from me and took my hand.

“C’mon,” he beckoned.

I followed him to the bed where he sat on the end to take off his shoes. Then he patted the space next to him. Kicking off my heels, I placed my phone on the nightstand to await Tod’s next call, and climbed onto the bed beside Harry where he quickly enveloped me.

I didn’t cry anymore, though I constantly felt the tears behind my eyes. Instead, I laid my head on Harry’s chest and listened to his heartbeat which soothed me. I was just about asleep when my phone rang again.

“The bath seemed to help,” confirmed Tod. “Her fever’s at a hundred now.”

“Oh thank God!” I breathed.

“Yeah, she’ll be okay. She’s in bed now, all clean and relaxed.”

“Okay. Thanks. I was so worried.”

“I know. She’ll be fine. Are you at your hotel?”

“Um…” I looked at the clock on the nightstand. At that hour, I most definitely should be at my hotel. “Yes.”

“I’ll let you know if her fever comes back, but I don’t think it will. Get some sleep.”

“Alright. You too.”

I laid my phone back on the table and turned to Harry.

“All clear,” I said with a nervous grin.

“Wonderful.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I cried, wrapping my arms around him again.

“Baby,” he whispered, brushing a stray hair from my face, “I did nothing.”

“Wrong. You did everything.”

The room was dark. I slid my hand up and down the wall trying to find the light switch. Once I did, the eruption of cheers made me jump.

“Surprise!”

“Oh my God!” I squealed, my eyes perusing the area until they met the ones I’d been searching for.

“Happy Birthday,” he grinned, taking my hands and pulling me to the center of the room.

“It’s not my birthday,” I laughed.

“Well, not technically, but it’s coming soon.”

“In two weeks!”

“Will you just sit and enjoy it? Stop arguing, jeesh.”

I shook my head, knowing I had to go along with it, or he would never let me live it down.

Slinging his guitar over his head, he gave me his cheeky grin, his guitar pick between his teeth. I buried my face in my hands as he began to play and sing a song he’d written for me on my last birthday, a cheesy little number where he’d insisted on rhyming my name with lacey, spacey and facey.

When he’d finished, the crowd cheered once again. My breath caught when he knelt in front of me on one knee and shoved his hand in his pocket.

“Harry…” I gasped.

I missed the part where he’d proposed. I missed my reaction, too. I missed our kiss, our embrace, our official announcement. Because then all that was left was blackness once more.

“Happy Birthday, Stacey.”

I turned around in a complete circle, but I couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from. Suddenly a door opened to my left, a beam of light shining through. I saw his shadow, but not his face. Still, I knew it was him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

I didn’t have to look down at my dress to know what day it was. A very special day.

“You look beautiful,” he said, avoiding my question.

“You’re not supposed to be here anymore,” I nearly shouted.

“Why not?”

“Because I found someone else finally. Who cares about me. Who won’t hurt me.”

“You really think he’ll never hurt you, Stacey?” he asked. I could tell he was closer to me, next to my ear. “Never?”

“I…”

“You’re never really gonna be happy, just so you know…”

I sat up, my breaths uneven as I tried to recall where I was.

“Baby? You okay?”

I felt his hand on my back like a warm iron. My body was trembling like it always did when I had a nightmare.

“Baby, you’re shaking,” Harry said, his voice raspy from sleep.

“I’m sorry,” I croaked.

“Stop with that.”

He held me in his arms again, pulling me back down to the bed. Then he ran his fingers through my hair as he lightly kissed my cheek. I realized then that he had removed his shirt.

“Just a bad dream.”

I sucked in my lips and nodded. I laid there for several minutes, waiting for the tears to return but they never did.

“I should probably go,” I finally announced.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “It’s nearly three and I have to be at the bookstore at nine.”

“You can still stay here...if you’d like.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve worn out my welcome.”

“Hey.” Instead of taking it as the joke I’d intended, Harry hovered his body over mine, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. “Maybe I don’t wanna let you go,” he said.

“Harry.”

He groaned as he pressed his forehead to mine. He lowered his hips so they hit my inner thighs, his weight alone adding friction. A small sound escaped my lips when he began to grind against me.

“Please tell me…” I gasped, “that we’ll get more time together soon.”

“We will if you stay the night.”

“I...I can’t, Harry,” I gently pushed his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s okay,” he sighed. He rolled off of me to lay beside me again.

“It’s just...it’s so late and…”

“I know, it’s fine.”

I couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but I knew disappointment when I heard it.

“I just have so much on my mind right now and I’m still worried about Em and-”

“Stacey,” said Harry. “I said it’s okay. I mean it.”

I bit my lip and nodded. I had to hand it to him. He was a good liar.

I was going to take a cab to my hotel, but Harry insisted I get Drew to drive me. I thought it was unnecessary for surely even Drew had to get some sleep.

He’d kissed me by the door. He’d walked me to the elevator where he’d kissed me again. I should have taken it all as reassurance, but I still felt that sour feeling in my gut that I’d made him mad. This had been our chance, after all. I had a flight to catch the next evening, and who knew when we’d cross paths again.

I crawled into bed without waking Lorelei. She’d always been a sound sleeper anyway, but I was grateful I didn’t have to divulge any information just yet. I had a little over three hours to sleep before we had to get ready for our book signing.

But I knew it was going to be a restless night.

Dammit, what had I done?

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krypher · 2 years ago

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Old Bay Fishing: Script Writing Part 2

Scene 1:

(Derek the fisherman and his father is out in the sea to net in some shrimp in the same usual spot where he usually nets at)

Derek: I hope I can get more shrimp than the last time, there wasn’t as much shrimp as I wanted with the last pull. (pulls in net)

(Derek doesn’t see shrimp)

Derek: The fuck? Where’s my shrimp?!

Derek’s father: DEREK, LANGUAGE!

Derek: But there isn’t any goddamn shrimp in the net.

Derek’s father: Again? Welp I guess it’s canned tuna again tonight. (Derek's father already pulling out some canned tuna to eat)

Derek: Stop!!!!! There barely is enough canned tuna because of how poor we already are. (grabbing the canned tuna)

Derek’s dad: Okay, okay, I won’t eat it right now, you happy?

Derek: Yes… I am for your information.

Derek’s dad: Alright since there really isn’t anything today, let's call it a day and go back home shall we?

Derek: Let’s.

(Derek and his father takes the boat back to the mainland)

Scene 2:

(Derek and and his father makes it back to the mainland safe and sound but has no shrimp which makes Derek in a foul mood)

(Mya, his friend is waiting for him at the pier)

Mya: Good morning stink stink.

Derek: Shut up, Mya!

Mya: What’s gotten you in a foul mood?

Derek: Can’t you already tell with nothing in my hands that my dad and I didn’t catch any shrimp today?!

Mya: Well if it makes you feel better, my family got extra shrimp to share with y'all if you want any.

Derek: I can’t Mya, your family needs that shrimp.

Mya: Trust me, you're my best friend, I even have some old bay shrimp seasoning if you want some with your shrimp.

Derek: (confused) Old bay shrimp? How old are we talking about?

Mya: Um…what?

Derek: Yeah, how old?

Mya: It’s seriously a seasoning, I wonder how I’m still even friends with you.

Derek: Oof

Mya: Alright, jokes aside, you really need to shower, you smell like seaweed

Derek: Yeah I really should. Alright see you Mya.

Mya: See ya.

(Derek and Mya part ways)

Scene 3:

(Back at home Derek finished his shower and put on some new clothes and later going downstairs to the living room)

(His mom trying to figure out what to do with the canned tuna tonight)

Derek: I’m sorry.

Derek’s mom: (turns around) It’s all good Derek, I was thinking of how to combine the tuna with the shrimp tonight.

Derek: (remembers the conversation he had with Mya) Hmm, good thought, maybe use the old bay shrimp seasoning with the meal.

Derek’s mom: Good idea.

(Derek’s father walks in the living room)

Derek’s father: We still have tomorrow, and maybe we can go to a different spot.

Derek: That sounds good to me.

Derek’s father: But the only problem is, I don’t know where in the sea.

Derek: That sounds like a problem. (smirking while making the comment)

Derek’s mom: Hey you two, stop goofing off and help me set the table, and trust me, once you two catch enough shrimp, we’ll have a huge meal.

(Everyone nodding in agreement)

The End

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starkeyslut · 2 years ago

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HMS pogue

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY: jj would do anything to please you, his girl. even if it means fucking you on his boat. or maybe especially if it means that.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, semi public sex (they're on the boat, but there's no one around), a bit of exhibitionism, praise, dirty talk, use of petnames, brief weed smoking. no season 3 spoilers!

If there was one thing you could do for the rest of your life, it would be getting high with JJ on his boat, HMS Pogue.

You and him have been doing that ever since you started dating, and it has become some sort of tradition — that each time it’s good weather and the waves are small, you drive as far away from shore as possible and roll a few blunts. Originally, it was JJ’s idea, but there is no one who ravishes in the freedom of those trips more than you do.

Today was no different — the moment your boyfriend spotted the calm waves, he smiled widely and leaned to whisper in your ear, “You free tonight?”

You, having absolutely no self-control when it came to JJ, canceled the movie night plans you’d made with your family and rushed to hang out with him.

Which brings us to present time, you and JJ sitting on the very edge of the old boat, legs dangling above the green-blue water as the scent of the unfinished blunt in his hand lingers in the air. The sky is dark, and yours and JJ’s fingers are interlaced, both of you admiring the view.

It would’ve been an innocent and romantic evening, if it wasn’t for JJ’s warm hand resting on your inner thigh. It’s embarrassing, truly, the way you’re starting to slowly soak through your panties just at his slightest touch. To your defense, though, this is when he looks the hottest — with his hair falling into his eyes, eyes wide from the weed and glowing in the faint light provided by the moon overhead.

Any sane person would feel their body heat up at that.

“D’you want it?” JJ’s hoarse voice brings you back to reality, and you abruptly stop pressing your legs together — something you didn’t even notice you were doing. You pray your boyfriend hasn’t noticed, either, because that would result in a hell of a lot of teasing that you’re not too keen on in this state.

“Want what?” you ask, confused.

“The blunt,” he says, furrowing his brows at your strange behavior.

“Oh, that.”

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve had a little too much weed, babe.”

“No, no, I’m good,” you assure him with an embarrassed smile. He doesn’t look convinced, pulling his lip between his teeth as his eyes roam your body in search of any clue as to why you’re acting so weird.

You don’t mean to rub your thighs together just then, but it’s unbearable, the pressure created in your lower stomach by him, and so you do it — instant regret hitting you as his eyes light up in amusement upon settling on your legs. His gaze stays there for a second, and you think maybe he didn't notice, after all, but then he looks up to meet your eyes, and the smirk playing on his face confirms your fears. He’s noticed. And from the way he puts down his blunt, you figure he’s not going to let it go that easily.

He frees his other hand from your grasp, dragging it up and down your shoulder in a manner that causes your breath to hitch. You try to send him a glare, yet he only pouts innocently, bringing his fingers down to graze your bare thigh.

You shiver at the touch, biting your lip in an attempt at ignoring his extremely desire-igniting actions. As his hand moves to the hem of your shorts, toying with them, you inhale sharply, your facade fading away in the blink of an eye. Your panties are completely soaked through, you’re sure of it, and your pussy is throbbing against the fabric like JJ didn’t just fuck you a couple hours earlier.

And so – a little too turned on and high to feel ashamed – you turn to look at him with a pleading look in your eyes.

“Actually, I’m not that good, JJ.”

“Hmm,” he hums, eyes glimmering in amusement. His fingers play with the zipper of your shorts, teasing you. “You want me to take care of you, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes. Please, JJ.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

It becomes obvious that he’d been waiting for this moment the second his lips meet yours.

It’s eager, the kiss, and needy. He tastes of weed and alcohol, the flavor of his tongue clouding your senses like a drug as it slips past your lips. For a while, you try to move your tongue in rhythm with his, but when his hands make their way under your shirt, your jaw goes slack. He explores your mouth freely, groping your tits until you’re basically whimpering against his lips.

“So fuckin’ needy, huh?” he pulls away, slipping his hand into your panties and brushing over your slit. “That’s all for me?”

You nod, gasping at the feeling of his fingers against your puffy clit.

JJ smiles at that, pushing you down on the deck gently, your back flat against the boat as your wet cunt pounds in anticipation. The blond hovers above you, pressing another kiss to your lips, before moving downwards and sucking on your neck. It isn’t difficult for him to find your sweet spot, because when his teeth brush over it, a loud whimper sound leaves your mouth, and JJ smiles against your skin.

He makes sure to take good care of your neck with his mouth while his hands get rid of your shorts, pulling them off of your legs. You hiss at the sensation of air hitting your skin, while JJ’s fingers caress your inner thighs. He removes himself from you to position his head between your legs.

You spread them as wide as you can, letting him pepper your inner thighs with kisses, heading closer and closer to where you want him most. You moan softly as he sucks on your skin, probably leaving a mark.

He smiles yet again, flashing his pearly white teeth, before speaking, his voice sending shivers through your whole body.

“God, you look so beautiful with your legs wide open for me.”

“Stop it with the teasing, JJ,” you say breathlessly, feeling his thumb brush over the thin fabric that covers your pussy incredibly slowly. “Please, touch me.”

His smirk widens as he slaps your clothed pussy, making you jolt in surprise, a soft whimper leaving your mouth. Satisfied, he finally pulls your panties down your legs and throws them to the side, groaning so quietly you barely hear him at the sight of your dripping cunt.

He spends a moment like that, just admiring you, and feeling his cock strain in his pants. It’s not before you’re about to break and start begging again that he finally gives in and presses his mouth against your pussy.

It’s soft, at first, a few kisses littered on your clit and a stripe licked up your folds, making you grab at his hair and buck your hips up into his face. You can feel his chuckle reverberate through your body as he dives further in, tongue slipping into your whole while his nose rests against your clit.

You try to keep quiet, biting your lip as he licks up your juices, eating you out like he’s a starved man. It’s messy, and his spit mixed with your arousal is surely dripping onto deck, but you can’t bring yourself to care when it feels so good having his tongue buried inside of your cunt, touching all the right places.

“Tastes so good, baby,” he murmurs as he pulls away to breathe, and you swear you almost come from the very sound of his voice. “Could be eating this pussy all day.”

Before you even get the chance to respond, his lips wrap around your clit and you sob his name, tugging at his hair. He groans as you pull on it, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. Your hips stutter, hesitating between rubbing against his face or lying back down on the deck, but ultimately, it doesn’t matter, because he’s working wonders on your clit.

That familiar feeling of pleasure starts slowly building up in your stomach, and it only strengthens when JJ pushes one of his fingers into you with ease. It stretches you out a little and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, having him curl his finger and then adding another one. You clench around him when he starts moving his fingers in and out of you while his tongue laps at your clit.

“Oh my god, J,” your whimpers turn into a broken moan. “Please don’t stop, please–”

He thinks it’s kind of ridiculous that you think he’d even consider stopping. You taste so good that he’d have to be stupid to let you go.

A third finger enters you just as he sucks harshly on your clit, and you swear you’ve never felt so good in your life. You’re not trying to stay quiet anymore, loud moans leaving your mouth freely. If there’s anyone in a three hundred meter radius, there’s no way they don’t know what’s going on by now.

But really — you don’t care. Not with his fingers hitting that one spot that makes your toes curl, the knot in your stomach on the verge of unraveling.

And when it does unravel, you tug at JJ’s hair so roughly you might’ve just ripped some out. He doesn’t mind, though, fucking you through your orgasm with his fingers, pulling away from eating you out so he can get a good look at your fucked out expression.

“Good?” he asks after a while, like your thighs aren’t shaking and your gaze isn’t unfocused.

Without waiting for an answer, he hovers over your body and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and paired with his cock that is poking against your thigh, it serves to ignite a throb between your legs once again.

“Yeah,” you mumble against his lips. “Very good.”

He pulls away to take his shirt off, and doesn’t even hide the way his smile widens when you stare at him shamelessly. You sit up to trace his muscles with your fingertips as he pulls his shorts down his legs, leaving him in just boxers. His arms pull you closer so you can feel his hard on to your stomach and it makes you swallow loudly.

That’s when it hits you — you’re about to fuck him on this boat. Out in the open for anyone to see if they decide to go fishing at 3am.

“Wait,” you say, making JJ’s hands stop roaming your body and settle on your waist. “What if somebody hears?”

“Do you really care?” he raises a brow and you feel your face grow warm as you look to the side, embarrassed, because truly, you don’t.

He smiles.

“Didn’t think so.”

You only further prove his point by pulling his boxers down, biting your lip as his cock springs free. He pulls you flush against him, kissing you softly as he lies the two of you down on the boat again. The air is a little cold, you notice, but it soon fades when JJ’s cock rubs against your clit first, and then your entrance.

His tip teases you only for a second before he slips into your wet cunt, your walls sucking him in immediately. You whimper at his size, nails digging into his arms and he lets you adjust. A minute later, when you tap him on the shoulder, he starts moving — slowly thrusting in and out of you and making you moan his name shamelessly.

JJ’s head falls down on your shoulder as he groans. “Love this pussy so much, fuck.”

You can’t make out any coherent words to respond with, so you just hold onto him for dear life as he speeds up his thrusts. His hands move to hold your hips in place, skin slapping against skin with each roll of his hips.

The deck is cold against your back, JJ’s cock snug against your walls as he decides to wrap your legs around his hips so he can fuck you deeper. And he does — the new angle allows him to fuck you both deep and fast, and you swear that at one point, you feel him all the way in your stomach.

Faintly, you hear some rustling of leaves somewhere, but you don’t even look to see whether it’s a person or the wind making the noise, all too occupied with clenching around JJ’s dick. He’s busy too, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts, lip pulled between his teeth in concentration.

“JJ, please,” you whimper, holding onto his arms tighter. “More.”

“More?” an amused chuckle leaves his mouth and tickles your ear. “But baby, this is more.”

He contradicts his own statement by speeding up even further – which, by the way, you didn’t know was possible – one of his hands coming up to play with your tits, thumb running over your nipples. You lean into his touch, feeling yourself close to the edge yet again. It’s almost shameful how wet you are, lewd sounds coming from where he’s buried inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and the coil in your stomach is tightening, your pussy clamping down on JJ’s dick repeatedly. It doesn’t go unnoticed, his hand squeezing one of your tits as he leans a little forward so he can look down on your face.

“You gonna come, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod frantically, whimpering. “Okay, baby. Come all over my cock.”

And you do. His fingers barely brush over your clit and you’re coming – practically sobbing his name as he fucks you through it, groans leaving his mouth.

He comes a few seconds after your breathing calms down, cock twitching inside of you and painting your walls white. The moan he lets out against your chest heats up your whole body, heartbeat still fast as JJ’s body goes limp. His head rests on your tits, arms wrapped around you as he catches his breath.

“I’m so glad you ditched movie night,” he whispers after a while and you giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“Me too.”

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refiwrites · 3 years ago

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By Chance

Pairing: Layla el Faouly x Fem! Sekhmet's avatar! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Being the avatar of Sekhmet, the goddess of war and healing, (Y/N) knew about Harrow’s plan and was on the progress of stopping him, but she didn’t expect to be running into another avatar and an old friend... Or ex.

Word count: 3.6k

Warning/s: violence, mentions of injury, sprinkle of angst and jealousy(?), swearing, if im missing something lmk!

Note: OKAY HEADS UP please don't judge my drawing I literally don't draw 😭 so yeah I've done a bit of researching and tried to make an armor that (i think!) would suit Sekhmet's avatar and I went and made these, so that's the armor I'm going with visualising throughout the story so I hope it helps if you're confused! feedbacks, likes, and reblogs are appreciated. let me know what you think!

GIF is mine! Let's begin!

Being the avatar of Sekhmet, the goddess of war and healing, (Y/N) knew about Harrow’s plan and was on the progress of stopping him, but she didn’t expect to be running into another avatar and an old friend... Or ex.

Hopping out of the boat carrying the new information in her head, (Y/N) shoves her hands in her pockets, reaching Anton Mogart’s place.

“You’re quick to get here, on the hurry?” Bek welcomes her as (Y/N) smirks. “You know I’m never late, Bek.”

“Always the punctual one.” He said. “You’re not about to be the only one here tonight., I’ve heard Layla was coming too.”

Oh?

This was new, what would she want with an already sold sarcophagus? Not like she’d be able to steal it and sold it like she does. Now, this was going to be a complicated night.

As for (Y/N), Layla was her old flame. Meeting once in an auction for a special artifact, the two built a thick tension in the air as they fought to raise the bid, not wanting to give the artifact to the other and vice versa.

Though in the end, the artifact went to–

(Y/N)’s hands. Layla was... disappointed to say the least, throwing glares at her as (Y/N) playfully teased her about her own victory.

But that disappointment soon turned to shock as (Y/N) offered Layla to have a drink with her as (Y/N) was captivated by her entirely, not just because of how elegant and fierce she looked; it was also the way she refused to back down. And that ignited a spark in her.

A drink turned to a one too many, then (Y/N) found herself kissing her. She tasted sweet, maybe it was because of the alcohol, or maybe it’s the way her perfume stuck to her like a tattoo.

Who knew just from that night could bloom such an interesting relationship?

The two then became acquainted with one another, founding themselves having lunch together whenever they could, or (Y/N) taking her to some fancy restaurant for dinner.

It went on for almost a year and a half, but their bond was just too good to be true.

(Y/N) almost forgot the reason why they broke up, maybe it was from the sudden long distance they had to do with regarding their job, or was it that they progressively didn’t have time for each other as Sekhmet got in the way?

But one thing’s for sure. (Y/N) never really moved on and Sekhmet knew that.

As she reminisced, she didn’t notice Bek waiting for her response as he stared at her. “Sorry, what’s that again?”

“I said how’s life for you now? Still bidding on the black market?”

She shakes her head, ridding it of Layla as she responded, crossing her arms, her odd ring on her hand glinting under the bright lights.

“It never stops, does it?” She asked. “Probably could build a whole museum for those artifacts you’ve got, huh?” He chuckled. “Hmm. I might.” She joked along.

Bek nods before looking at (Y/N). “Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly, excuse me.”

As Bek left her for a few minutes, she watched as Anton played in his backyard as horses ran around, spraying sand.

‘He’s taking too long, we need to move fast’ You turn and see Sekhmet in all her glory, holding her scepter, a couple feet taller than you in her red dress armor, her head took in a form of a lioness, her eyes in slits.

“Do you suggest we just straight up steal it? “ (Y/N) sarcastically said, eyes glued to Anton who was smirking as he blocked a hit.

She could feel Sekhmet’s eyes on her as Sekhmet let out a scoff of annoyance. ‘I just might’

“No, we’re not going to do that.” (Y/N) glanced back at her for a second as she turned back.

‘Well, well, look at what we have here’ Sekhmet suddenly said, interest filling her honeyed voice.

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows then she decided to look back again, and she could feel her heart jump out of its place.

There she was, Layla, smiling and greeting Bek. Her eyes were also quick to catch the man behind her. (Y/N) knitted her eyebrows together, she couldn’t place her finger on it, but she noticed how he stared at her. ‘My, my, is that who I think it is?’

“She’s here...” (Y/N) said under her breath. It didn’t seem like much time had passed, Layla still looked beautiful with her hair tied up, a beautiful gold accessory hung around her neck as she smiled.

“Just in time, Layla.” Bek greeted, shaking her hand. “I’ve got someone who also seems to be interested in what you’re looking for.” Bek said, jerking his head to the side as Layla looked.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as her eyes widened. Thankfully, you were looking away, she found herself turning back around, looking down, pulling a few strands of her hair to hide half of her face. “Why is she…” Layla sighs. She certainly wasn’t expecting you at this time.

“Yeah, I see that.” Layla breathed out, managing to restore her composure. “Alright, Mr. Mogart will attend to you soon, for the while, why don’t you go up the side and watch?” Bek suggested before nodding and walking away.

“No, no, that’s the least I want to do right now.” Layla said, shaking her head. “Why? What’s wrong? Who’s she?” Marc asked, staring at the person watching the game. “It’s a long story.” Layla said, rubbing her temples. “Guessing you know her?” He spoke.

“Yeah, Yes, I do. Let’s just say we go way back.” She answered.

A few moments passed, before Bek approached them again, smiling. “Mr. Mogart will see you now, come.”

Layla and Marc looked at each other, nodding before sticking to their alibi.

Just as they were about to walk in, (Y/N) was already inside, talking with Anton.

“Pleasure seeing you here.” Anton said, giving her a smile, shaking her hand. “Cut the formalities, Anton, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other before.” She laughed, until two people drew closer from her peripheral vision.

“Layla, nice to see you here.” Anton turned to Layla, greeting her before pausing, looking at Layla and her. “Hold on,” Anton was about to say something when (Y/N) gave him a sharp glare, a slight shake of her head, Anton nods knowingly. Layla caught the interaction; it was enough to make her palms sweaty and had her biting the inside of her cheek. She wipes her palms on her pants before shaking Anton’s hand. “Yeah, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.”

“No problem,” he says, turning around. “Come with me.”

Doing what you were told, you walk upon a lit pyramid whilst listening to Anton speak about his love for collecting historic things, inside held Senfu’s sarcophagus.

“Now, why the sudden interest in this?” He asked, turning to face all of you again.

“Mm…I think it would look nice in my property.” (Y/N) joked, shifting her weight to the other leg, chuckling. Anton shakes his head, before turning to Layla.

Layla, however, had her eyes on (Y/N), but she glanced at Marc, and at Anton. “We thought-“ Anton cut her off, raising a hand and pointing at Marc. “Wanna hear it from your husband.”

Husband?!

(Y/N) blinked a few too times rapidly, looking at them.

‘Oh, this is good’ Sekhmet appeared from the side.

Since when did Layla get a husband?

‘Hold on, I recognize that man,’ Sekhmet says, tilting her lioness head at Marc.

“Well who’s he..?” (Y/N) whispered as the man tried to explain his reason. ‘Khonshu’s avatar, Marc’

Her expression morphed into a surprised one. Khonshu was here as well? “How’d- what is he even doing here?” Sekhmet gripped her staff before responding, ‘It’s one of two scenarios, either they’re an accomplice or they want to stop Harrow’

“Can- can we just take a look inside?” Layla said, saving Marc. Anton looked at her, skeptical. Bek also approached, staring weirdly at them. “I’ll want to take a look as well.” (Y/N) piped up, making everyone look at her. “What? Can’t I look with them?”

Anton shakes his head, moving to the side and extending his arm. “Be my guest.”

All three nod in thanks, then they went inside.

(Y/N) stared at Layla and Marc as they whispered to one another, but she can just make out a few words as they subtly trace the texts on the sarcophagus.

“Okay, so what’s happening here?” She asked.

Layla and Marc stared at her. “It’s… a long story, I think Sekhmet would understand.”

She tilted her head, hoping there was more time for them to inspect the sarcophagus. “Tell me.”

In that timeframe, Layla somehow managed to say everything in a summarized form, but she still didn’t say anything about Marc, which (Y/N) made a mental note of, but she did say he was Khonshu’s avatar. Now, (Y/N) was proven the point that they wanted to stop Harrow, and what was her original idea, she found herself teaming up with them.

“Alright,” Marc looked at (Y/N) and at Layla. “I gotta talk to Steven, buy me some time?”

Layla nods, looking at (Y/N) for her confirmation. She nods, confused but nonetheless following, Layla and (Y/N) left the pyramid, meeting back with Anton and Bek.

“Surprising to see you guys not together anymore.” Anton spoke.

(Y/N) and Layla glanced at each other. Yeah, it was a while. But tonight had reminded (Y/N) of how she missed Layla, it hadn’t occurred yet until Layla talked with her inside the pyramid a few moments ago, a rush of overwhelming feelings suddenly flooded her, but (Y/N) knew now wasn’t the time to get distracted, although she still longed for her.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Layla missed her and felt the same as well, there was nothing wrong with it since she made up her mind with Marc, finish the mission then they can go their separate ways. But it was different with (Y/N).

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Layla spoke, smiling, efficiently buying time for Marc. “Yeah, it has.” (Y/N) responded. “I sense some tension here.” Anton said, staring at the two. “No hard feelings?”

Layla and (Y/N) stared at each other, there were a lot to unpack, but from an outsiders point of view, they looked to be solemn without one another, and that seeing each other again made a certain spark in their eyes.

“No- Well, I hope not.” (Y/N) spoke, staring at her. The edge of Layla’s lips curl into a smile. “Hmm… none.”

“What’s he doing?” Bek suddenly asked, making Anton look at Marc, still inside the pyramid, Marc was gesturing everywhere, nodding, and pointing.

“He’s uh… praying.” Layla says, staring at Marc.

That reason didn’t seem acceptable as things escalated quickly, now there was a gun pointed at Marc as he knelt on the floor. “Anton, you don’t want to do this.” (Y/N) said, her hands raised. “I don’t want to, but your friend here was getting a bit too close.” He spoke.

Layla shakes her head. “Just- let us go.”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” Anton says, but then another man approached him, whispering in his ear. “Funny, seems like we have another guest.” Anton continued, stepping outside. (Y/N), Layla, and Marc all turn their heads to see who it was.

And speak of the devil there was he.

Arthur Harrow, walking towards where they were.

Layla and Marc stared at each other while (Y/N) stared Harrow down as he walked.

Now Harrow was talking about some kind of common ground between all of them.

“(Y/N), snooping into business but ran into a much more complicated deal.” Harrow looked at her, taking a second to glance at Layla before returning his gaze on her. “Layla, seems you have caught yourself with the two people that matters to you most.” Layla looked down, biting the inside of her cheek, not letting Harrow get to her head. “One hides a far deeper secret concerning past wounds, however the other stays only true, but troublesome.” Harrow continued, now looking at Marc.

Marc shook his head, muttering under his breath. “You piece of shit.”

Harrow ignores him, facing Anton. (Y/N) knew something was about to happen the minute Harrow raised his cane.

‘Take your chance now, do it’ Sekhmet said, (Y/N) gazing at her on the far end of where Harrow came through.

(Y/N) strokes the ring on her hand with her thumb, moving her gaze towards Harrow when he starts chanting, purple mist swirling to life.

‘What are you waiting for?!’ Both Sekhmet and Khonshu said to Marc and (Y/N) separately.

Marc found himself looking at Khonshu as the air began to pick up its pace.

‘We’ve got enough power we need as she’s there, she’s Sekhmet’s avatar’ Khonshu said, referring to (Y/N).

Marc found himself staring at (Y/N), she too looked unsure.

(Y/N) watched as the sarcophagus was wrecked, followed by Harrow walking away, sparing one last glance at them.

“Hey, he’s gone, where is he?” One of the men shouted, their guns aimed.

Both (Y/N) and Layla look up.

She took it as a sign.

(Y/N) felt the power course through her as she summoned her own suit, tugging her other hand as her ring elongated into a spear, sharp that it shined.

She then acted fast as Marc swooped down, downing two other men while (Y/N) dealt with the other.

She mercilessly whipped her spear, cutting clean on their chest as they got knocked down. A few shots were given, (Y/N) holding her arm up, letting the blade ricochet from her arm brace, she ducked and rolled, hitting her spear under the man’s legs, letting him fall.

Bunch of screams were heard outside the area, people taking shelter as shots echoed throughout.

Marc was busy fighting with another one of Anton’s men when duplicate round of shots unexpectedly rained on the three from the other side of the fence.

(Y/N), thinking quick, ran and shielded herself in front of Layla, grabbing her arm and pulling her close behind her as the brace on her arm turned into a shield that almost fit both of them.

Layla let out a gasp of breath, staring at (Y/N) while Marc threw daggers at them, dodging the shots.

Layla and her looked at each other. “Buy me some time.” Layla said.

(Y/N) stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. “We can do that. Go, I’ll cover you.”

“Marc! We need to give her more time!” (Y/N) shouted as she covered her, Marc nodded before spinning and throwing a few more daggers, effectively hitting the row of Anton’s men.

Layla went inside the pyramid again while (Y/N) decided tk bell out Marc, hopping over the fence as she fought again, moving swiftly with her spear in hand.

She effectively downed a few men, sustaining a kick to the stomach and a few punches, even a few bullets to the chest, which ricocheted.

“(Y/N)! Layla!” Marc said as he was surrounded, unable to free himself just yet.

(Y/N)’s gaze snapped to where Layla was, and sure enough she was battling Bek.

She found herself running towards them.

They were in the middle of fighting when Bek pulled out a knife and tried lunging at Layla. (Y/N) rushed in, tackling Bek out of Layla’s way.

“Go!” She said as Layla picked the pieces from the sarcophagus. (Y/N) was suddenly kicked, letting herself stumble on the ground on her back as Bek ran towards Layla to stop her, grabbing her hair and forcefully tugging her back.

Layla screamed, reaching up to Bek’s arm to stop him. (Y/N) rushed again, landing a punch onto Bek’s face, making him let go of her.

Marc was still being surrounded as he tried his best to defend himself, hearing Steven in him.

(Y/N) dealt with Bek as Layla stored the pieces in her pockets, making sure not to miss any piece.

“He needs your help.” Layla said, looking at Marc.

“On it.” And (Y/N) was running again, offering Marc some aid, taking down those around him as he had one on his hands.

“Alright time out! That’s it! Time out, time out!” (Y/N) heard someone scream in an English accent, moving her gaze towards where Marc was, only it was now a man in a white suit, his arms raised in surrender. What on earth?

“Let’s all calm down, yeah?” He kept saying.

Being distracted, she didn’t even notice someone coming behind her.

“Let’s all chill the F out and-“

“Marc, look out!” (Y/N) said, but then it was too late as both of them were impaled by a spear.

Steven gasped for breath as the spear effortlessly went through him, followed by many more. “Take the body Marc, take the body Marc!” He said in regret, giving the body to Marc.

(Y/N) gasped, feeling something lodged through her. Breaking off the half that was in front of her, she grunted as she pulled out the other end on her back, angry.

Summoning her spear, she spun it before hurling her spear at the man, letting the sharpest edge pierce through him.

She glanced at Marc, watching as his suit was back, fighting the men coming at him.

(Y/N) glances at Layla, seeing her exiting the pyramid, grabbing a gun and was headed straight at them.

(Y/N) still fought as Layla fired a shot at one riding a horse, but then Layla was suddenly hit by a spear, sending her to ground.

She looked up to find that it was Anton.

The four of them were in the field, Layla being in the middle a few feet away from Marc and Anton while (Y/N) was parallel with Layla from a few feet away.

Then they started running at each other.

“Grab her!” Marc shouted as (Y/N) ran and jumped, taking Layla with her as they rolled a few feet away.

Marc now fought with Anton, but he managed to escape.

Layla and (Y/N) caught their breaths as they both held themselves up, Marc nearing.

“You okay?” Marc asked Layla. She nods. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you got everything together?” (Y/N) asked her. Layla nods, tapping her pockets. “Its right here.”

“What do we do now?” Marc asked.

“We need to find a car.” Layla said, clutching her shoulder as it felt a little sore.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

After taking their bags and walking a few miles away, the trio found themselves in a car rental.

Layla and (Y/N) leaned on the wall, resting their bodies as Marc talked with the person in charge.

“So, your husband, huh?” (Y/N) said, staring at Marc.

“It was for the alibi, we’re long gone.” Layla said, looking at (Y/N).

(Y/N) made somewhat a surprised face as her eyebrows raised. “Oh... So you two became..?”

“Yeah, we became together, even planned on marrying but then, a lot happened...” She says, “But I’m sure of one thing and that’s we’re only doing this to save the world.”

(Y/N) nodded, sure it made her feel something different inside, but who was she to complain? But the thought of her marrying someone else left a place in her head.

“But, you... Where have you been? I think we haven’t seen each other since...” Layla trailed off, staring at the ground. The last thing she remembered was looking her in the face as they said their farewells to each other in a busy street in Spain.

“Spain...yeah, I remember.” (Y/N) let out a breath. “Times changed surely... I’ve been doing the same thing as you, until Sekhmet and I found out about what Harrow was doing then I knew I just had to do something.” She spoke.

Layla battled in her mind, but the latter won as she cupped her hand in hers, making them look at each other like nothing happened between them. “You’re doing the right thing.”

(Y/N) found her eyes scanning Layla’s face, eyes trailing down to her nose, to her lips. She blinked, fearing she might caught her. But it looks like Layla did, but never let it known.

“Thank you for saving my life back there.” She said.

“You’re welcome.” (Y/N) replied, suddenly finding her mind empty as she relished the feeling of Layla’s hand touching hers. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as her pinky finger slowly intertwined itself with hers.

“Whatever Harrow said back there, he knew you mattered to me. Its true.” Layla uttered abruptly.

“Wh-“

“I’m sorry, just disregard whatever I said.” Layla chuckled dryly, her hand retracting although she didn’t want to let go just yet, but she didn’t know how (Y/N) felt, she wasn’t supposed to be risking anything when they’ve just seen each other again.

(Y/N), however, grabbed her hand as Layla tried pulling away, standing straight from leaning against the cold wall.

“Layla, its fine, you matter to me too, you know.. It never changed.” She smiled sheepishly.

Layla felt her heart pound. And she found the edges of her lips curling into a smile. A heartfelt one.

“Whatever happens next, I’ll help you guys out. Consider me your personal shield.” (Y/N) joked, which earned a laugh from Layla.

“You never changed,” Layla responded. “Never knew how much I missed tha-“

“So, anyone want to go into the desert?” Marc walked towards them, keys jingling in hand. This led to the pair letting go of their hands, fixing themselves, avoiding each other as if they’ve been caught doing something unacceptable.

Marc looked at the both of them, waiting for a response.

“I could use a night drive.” (Y/N) said, looking at Layla and Marc with a smile.

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foxingpeculiar · 2 years ago

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Still on this Disco Elysium shit (Spoilers)

I think I’m on the morning of day 6 now? I forget, exactly. My play has been sporadic, in fits and starts for a couple of (real world) days.

But I passed some checks that have been stymying me, the most legit of which was I finally got all authoritative with Titus and got up to Klassje’s little widow’s-walk up there. So most of what I’ve been doing is following down that lead and, when I left off, I had just gotten Harry and Kim into the building on the coast that I think is gonna lead to some sewers? I’m going after Ruby who, I grant, sounds like the first really plausible suspect, but I’m not sure I buy it. I do wanna talk to her, though. Especially because she’s the first really clear point where the mysteries of the murder and of Harry’s past seem to converge. Or at least really properly start to.

Hmm, what else? Oh, I successfully empathized with Cuno and went to his dad’s apartment. I did end up giving him the speed, cos like, that’s how that kid’s eatin’ tonight, y’know? Also, I did not need the check to tell me Cunoesse was the crazy one, I figured that out. But is that the end of that, or is there more? What IS her deal, actually?

I got the tape out of the tree and it was deemed sufficiently HARDCORE! but I haven’t passed the interfacing check for the step about routing the sound from the… Soona’s thing. But I did arrive at the whole “whatever’s going on in the church is a nascent form of the pale” thing. And the line about how the club is just maybe the only thing holding reality together? So there’s that to chew on.

The way they talk about it, I dunno. I’m still convinced we’re in some kind of meta-reality here, but it could be less technological and more… I dunno, oneiric in nature? I’m not sure. I don’t know where it’s going yet, but I almost kind of wonder if that distinction matters.

I’ve been thinking about the cryptozoologists. What was the point of their quest? We didn’t find anything. But having done it, taken it seriously—gone out to search the traps and stuff—is giving me bonuses in unexpected places, and lots of unique interactions. It’s like the game is encouraging me to look past my skepticism, even as it’s making me skeptical of everything. And I feel like there’s gonna be a payoff to that, some unexpected left turn ahead, but I don’t know what.

Some questions on my mind:

1. Where’s the third mercenary? There’s the dead guy and the guy at the gate, but what about the woman?

2. What’s with the bunker door out on the coast and why is it a difficult red check?

3. What’s the significance of Joyce moving her boat?

Further updates as events warrant.

#personal #video games #disco elysium

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guzmagang · 3 years ago

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Dried Mushroom: Do Not Drink

heyyyyyyyy this started as me being being in @r0-boat ‘s ask box and I wrote it. Planning on doing a part two. This is also posted on my AO3, nasabasa

I’ll come back and fix formatting when I’m on my laptop

Content-Trigger warnings: drugging, kidnapping, manipulation/gaslighting, volo is not a nice man

reblogs greatly appreciated | kofi tips greatly appreciated

"Ah- there's my favorite customer!"

I jump, turning without a thought to face the voice--

"Hello, Volo," I sigh, my blood rushing in my ears starting to soften as the prospect of something dangerous around me leaves my thoughts.

"Out late tonight, are we?"

Volo smiles down at me, his look always a bit bewildered, the dim but illuminated night only reflecting a psychotic grey.

"I meant to head back to a camp earlier but time got away from me," I politely laugh, crossing my arms over myself; the chill of the night making itself known as my hair raises on my skin.

"Ah, that's understandable," Volo relaxes a little, his gaze a bit less intense, "I have set up my own camp for tonight, would you like to accompany me?"

He looks deranged right now but it's better than an alpha tearing us apart.

"Sure," I smile, his hand outstretched to take my own- taking his and immediately being led along.

"I'm afraid the path is a bit muddy, do tell me if you start to get dirtied up."

I hum in response, his hand notably warm as I subconsciously squeeze it, the night chilly and calm. The mud is very real, sticking to my shoes in an uncomfortable weight; the coolness of night just enough to make the mud a bit more unbearable, the chill seeping through to my feet.

"This mud is horrible," I quietly grumble, trudging my feet along, following his steps in an attempt to not sink too far into the mud.

"I have no idea what has made it so unbearable around here," Volo comments, stopping ahead of me, "How bad are your shoes?"

"They're... not great."

"Here."

Volo pulls me closer to him, the mud getting deeper than before- picking me up and holding me against his chest.

"Like a bride."

That is the creepiest thing you could have said in this situation.

I shoot him a look, meeting his exposed eye- a laugh leaving him.

"I'm teasing."

The not-so-great noise of the trudging through mud is one of the only sounds as Volo tightly holds me, his grip strong and sure.

"You didn't need to do this..."

"I can't have you getting sick from a chill, now can I?" Volo notes, softly glancing at me.

I hum, resting my head against his shoulder without thinking as my eyes slip shut.

"Has your research been going well?" Volo asks.

"I... Yeah, it has," I sigh, exasperated.

"Hmm, that's not your normal tone; what's the matter?"

"Do you know me that well now?"

"I would say so, now answer me."

I open my eyes, watching the trees move past us--

This camp is pretty far away.

"I just don't... really want to do it. I do it because I have to, you know? I'm doing it so I can live comfortably, not because I want to."

Volo knowingly hums, readjusting me in his arms.

"I completely understand; what would you do instead of this?"

"I haven't given it much thought..." I trail off, catching myself to think for a moment.

What would I do?

"I think I would like to just.. live, you know? Having a library, maybe a garden, taking care of myself and my pokemon... I think that would sound nice."

Volo hums in agreement, his grip on me tightening.

"Do you enjoy staying in Jubilife?"

"Well. I wouldn't say it's bad, but I don't like really... being around people," I admit.

Volo hums again, glancing down at me and meeting my gaze for a moment; there is something that Volo is always hiding, it feels, but it feels more dubious than normal- perhaps the customer service persona is wearing off for tonight.

"We're almost there."

I close my eyes again, deeply sighing as I relax against him; a twinge of anxiousness in my chest from the newfound intimacy of the situation.

"Here."

I open my eyes as Volo sets me down, sitting me down on a cloth as he kneels before me, taking off my muddied shoes.

"Make sure you stay close to the fire."

I nod as he turns his attention back to other matters, my own mind wandering as a sleepiness settles on me.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah... well, just. Tired."

"Understandable."

A blanket startles me as it rests on my shoulders, Volo adjusting it to wrap around me.

"Volo?”

"Hm?”

“Could I just... rant to you, for a moment?"

"Of course," Volo smiles at me, returning to the pot of water on the fire.

"I'm really emotionally tired over being physically tired; I can always sit down and take a second to breathe, but I can't get out of my own head to relax."

I pause as I look up, Volo offering me a cup.

"Tea?"

I rest the tea in my lap, the warmth of the cup soothing my chilled hands, Volo sitting beside me.

"Continue."

"I'm just really tired of doing everything for everyone. I don't want to sound greedy or like a jerk, but I never feel like I get to do stuff for me. I'm always working. I suppose that's how you are as well."

"I can definitely say I understand the sentiment."

I pause for a moment, contemplating on his tone; his voice changed from the overly friendly smile tainted tone to a more relaxed one, his voice a little deeper and raspy.

"I really just don't want to work just to survive, although that does seem to be the option presented…

I want to be taken care of, I guess. Not dependent, but I don't have to be so self-sufficient. I want someone I can lean on and have with me.

I am getting very tired of being a strong independent woman and I want to simply be a rock."

Volo laughs, taking a sip of his tea, his smile still not leaving his face for a moment.

"I think you should be able to desire a more relaxed life; Mistress Cogita certainly is self-sufficient while not working herself to death."

"Yeah but I'm convinced she's a witch."

Volo laughs again, leaning a little closer to me.

"She might be but don't tell anyone else I told you that."

I giggle, finally taking a sip of my tea.

"This is really good, Volo," I quietly praised him, our closeness sinking in.

"Thank you; I hope it warms you up enough."

I hum in response, his shoulder resting against mine.

"I guess I just feel a little worn down, a little tired of everything that doesn't appreciate me back."

"Mhmm," Volo takes a sip of his tea, "I know for a fact you shouldn't have to work yourself to death to live; you, of all people, should enjoy life for what you can make of it."

I blush at the directness, turning my gaze away from him.

"I mean it; you're one of the bravest, strongest people in all of Hisui and I'm sure it feels like the world is on your shoulders, doesn't it?"

I nod.

Volo moves closer to me, carefully pulling me to him, careful of the tea.

"You should be allowed to have a warm home with someone who loves you. You shouldn't have to pick survival for that to happen."

A wave of vulnerability crashes into me, a quiet sniffle escaping me.

"I'm sure your pokemon would enjoy a break too."

I nod, unable to trust in the stability of my voice, leaning against Volo.

"Oh come here, hand me your tea; it's alright, I have you," He quietly soothes me, holding me against his chest as I bury my face into the fabric of the coat.

"You would enjoy having someone to share dinner with, wouldn't you? Someone to hold you when your body is too tired for its own bones."

I nod against him, one of his hands gently cradling my head.

"I promise you there is someone."

I hopelessly hum, Volo readjusting me to sit on his lap properly, gently stroking my hair.

"How about you finish your tea? Perhaps that'll help you a little."

Volo hands me my tea as he readjusts me- again- to face the fire, his front against my back in a comforting weight and heat. I sip on the tea as I slowly relax against Volo, his hands naturally wrapping around me and holding me against him, a sleepy haze finding home in my head.

I jump as lips touch my ear, Volo firmly holding me against him as he softly kisses my ear.

"Oh don't worry, dear. I have you."

"Volo- what are you-"

"Have you finished your tea yet? It really doesn't need to get cold."

He's right.. right?

I hum, continuing to drink the tea as I pull my legs to me, trying to keep my warmth to myself as Volo continues to hold me, effectively trapping me with him.

"Thank you," I smile, lightly slurring my words together-

You're not this tired, what's going on?

"Volo?..."

"Yes, dear?"

I nonsensically hum as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, his grip lessening.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I... I don't wan-na ..be here," I stumble, trying to shake the tiredness away-

You were never this tired- what did he give you-

"Darling, don't say things like that," Volo coos, standing and following my unsuccessful stumbling.

"What-did- did you do--to me?"

"I didn't do anything, dearest,"

"Stop-calling.. me that."

I shakily walk forward, trying to identify his footprints leading to the camp-

"You told me that's what you liked being called," Volo pathetically says, hurt.

"I.. No?"

The sounds around me mesh together for a moment of panicked blur, the environment surrounding simply blurring together into nonsensical shapes-

A hand suddenly grabbing me, roughly pulling me backwards- landing against Volo as a hand covers my mouth.

"There's an alpha nearby, you know."

I squeal, trying to thrash against an iron grip as he lifts me up, covering my mouth with a sure hand.

"Now now, don't make me gag you."

My clothes burn against my skin as I continue jerking, Volo effortlessly carrying me to his mat, gently laying me down whilst pinning me down.

"I really didn't want to bruise your pretty skin, darling."

I scream as his hand leaves my mouth, his irritated growl not escaping me as his hand wraps around my throat.

"Do that again and I kill you."

A weak sob leaves me as I go limp against the mat, his strength outmatching my own.

"Now now, I didn't want to do that," Volo coos, his hand cupping my face.

"I'm-sorry," I slur, tears blurring my vision more than before, "I'll be-good- don't-hurt me."

"Darling, I have never hurt you," He places a kiss on my cheek, "I promised you that a long time ago, remember?"

Remember?

"N-no..."

Volo sighs as he straddles me, his touch gentle and knowing.

"Your memory has been getting the best of you recently, but I'm here to take care of you, alright?"

I nod.

"Good; I hope one of the clan members didn't drug you, I have no idea how you could be acting like this otherwise."

Tears stream off of my face, my gut twisting in confusion and betrayal-

What's going on?

"Oh goodness," Volo wipes away my tears with his thumbs, "How about we go home? It's always more comfortable to sleep with you, dear."

I nod.

"Just relax... I'll carry you home."

I nod.

A whimper escapes me as I readjust, my body heavy against the bedding.

"There you are," Volo's voice soothes me, his hands running down my arms, "Is this better?"

I weakly nod, not opening my eyes as I try to snuggle closer to the warmth beside me.

"Your Pokémon are very worried; I had to give them a supply of berries to calm them down," Volo quietly says, his breath tickling my neck.

I moan, I think.

"I'll be here until you wake up, darling."

mhmm.

"Volo?"

"Good morning, darling."

What?

I blink slowly, letting reality set in for a moment, the sun streaming into a window onto the floor in front of me.

"Would you like me to close the curtains?"

"What's going on?"

"We're home, darling."

"What are you talking about?" I breathlessly ask, pulling myself up in the bed.

Volo looks over at me, a warmth in his gaze that could be mistaken for fire, letting itself make its mark in my soul.

"I brought you home last night; I hate to say it, but I believe you could have been drugged."

I groan, rubbing my forehead for a moment, memories falling but out of their places, not quite making sense but not wrong enough to dispute.

"I don't feel good..."

Volo hums, pulling the curtain halfway shut, coming to the edge of the bed and sitting beside me.

"How about you lay down and I'll bring you some tea?"

"I don't think I can stomach anything," I groan, his hand on my shoulder pushing me down to the mattress again, "Why didn't you take me to jubilife?"

"Because, you've told me multiple times that it's too crowded for you, how it's too noisy, so I brought you here."

Did I?

"Okay..."

Volo readjusts the blankets, pulling them up enough to cover me again, a weight at my foot alarming me.

"What's-"

"Your Pokémon were very worried about you, dear, so I brought them out so they could watch you."

right...

"Now, I do need to go to work, but I have food and supplies here for you. You do need to rest today, alright?"

"What about survey work?.."

Volo chuckles, stroking my hair,

"You don't need to worry about that, darling," He whispers close to my ear- a gentle kiss startling me.

"We aren't together, Volo.."

"Yes, we are."

His tone is pointed, cutting sharply through the peace.

"Are we?..."

"Yes, darling; I do hope whatever you ingested doesn't hurt you any further. It pains me to hear those things."

Volo gently kisses my cheek, stroking my hair,

"I need to go now, I love you, darling."

what?

"Darling? Why didn't you say it back?" Volo painfully asks after a pregnant silence.

"I love you, too," I say after a moment, his finger gently tilting up my chin, my eyes opening again to meet his.

"Be good today; I'll try to be home early, alright?" His gaze is gentle as he looks down at me nodding. He smiles, pecking my lips softly. His touch leaves me as my eyes slip shut again, his footsteps distant as he leaves, the Pokémon at my feet readjusting;

Just rest now. He has you..

#volo #volo x reader #pokémon volo #pokémon weilder volo #pokémon legends arceus #pla #tw manipulation #tw drugging #tw kidnapping #tell me if I need to add any more tw

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years ago

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Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

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You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought.

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me?" He called out.

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked.

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered.

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started.

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson."

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked.

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it.

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house.

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him.

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand.

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it.

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night."

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused.

"What exactly do you know about my brother?"

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged.

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him.

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed.

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away.

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here."

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there."

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck.

"And where are you staying?" You followed up.

"I'm good at figuring those things out."

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together."

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted.

"Have you eaten?" You asked.

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat.

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here."

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room.

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on.

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on.

********

When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck.

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife.

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said.

"Of course, you're Sam's friend."

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed.

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested.

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act.

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?"

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky."

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that."

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude.

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire.

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it."

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right."

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside.

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back.

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink.

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw.

"You know I can't get drunk, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp.

"I'm sure that sucks."

"You have no idea."

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away.

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it.

"It's probably no one," he said.

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone.

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you.

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you.

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him.

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez."

He slowed down a bit.

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped.

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh.

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed.

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said.

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room.

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun.

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said.

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered.

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged.

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table.

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes.

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration.

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled.

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed.

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky.

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body.

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place.

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts.

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know."

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift.

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had.

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly.

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered.

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again.

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend.

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper.

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor.

"Shit!" You ran from the room.

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer.

"Hey bro!" You said happily.

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked.

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied.

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions.

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room.

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera.

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly.

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day.

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled.

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here."

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow."

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky.

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?"

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone.

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door.

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest.

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier.

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up.

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body.

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs.

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down.

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair.

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face.

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit.

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned.

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet.

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit.

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised.

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit.

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled.

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips.

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge.

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear.

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly.

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much.

"You feel so good."

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you.

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy.

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you.

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks.

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said.

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode.

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly.

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest.

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly.

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger.

"You're beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"Should I start you another bath?"

"No, I can take one in the morning."

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest," you told him.

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night.

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

********

When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you.

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep.

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit.

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment.

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude.

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said.

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??"

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up."

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch.

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up.

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose.

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared.

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it.

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open.

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream.

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone.

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said.

"Real cute," he growled.

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again.

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction.

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder.

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged.

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command.

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet.

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled.

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you.

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again.

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#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #Smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #Avengers #falcon and the winter soldier

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bubblyhoney · 4 years ago

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warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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honey-makki · 5 years ago

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brainrot kinktober- 10/24

pregame

Dry humping: Matsukawa Issei x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight daddy kink, dirty talk,

word count: 1k

Saturdays were spent lounging around the house. Late homecooked breakfasts, light cleaning or grocery runs, midday naps, and a relaxing evening. Once a month, Mattsun’s old volleyball friends would all hang out, and this time they were coming over to yours for a movie marathon. You cleaned a little more in your living room and kitchen than normally while Mattusn picked up some snacks. You finished the final touches, lighting a candle as he opened the door. After putting the goods away, he collapses on the couch next to you.

“Not only did I not get a nap today, we barely saw each other since breakfast.” He wasn’t pouting but you knew he just wanted a kiss to feel better. You were in the same boat, Mattsun’s presence was very obviously missing from today’s routine. You didn’t have to account for his larger figure when walking down your narrow hallways. You had to climb on the counter to grab something from the top shelf that he already knows to get down when you start cleaning.

The clock is ticking in the background, counting down the minutes until his friends get here, but neither of you hears it as you move to straddle him. A goofy grin adorns both of your faces as you give him a kiss on each cheek and then his lips. “Do I taste red bean mochi on your lips? The snacks you bought are for later, Issei. ”

“Hmm, maybe you should taste again just to double-check you are right. Wouldn’t want to accuse me of something so villainous without being confident.” He still has a smile on his face s you lean in for another kiss, just happy to be with him. Your arms are slung around his neck, his favorite necklace.

The kisses shared between you are soft and gentle, not really having any meaning behind them, just being together. Each kiss adds up to your love, slow and true until Mattsun tugs on your lip and pulls a groan out of you. There’s just something about the position you are in, and how much lust is bubbling underneath the surface and that noise you just made that has you flustered but, wanting to do it again.

His hands fall from your hips to your ass and grabs roughly. The kiss heats up exponentially as your hands tangle up into his hair and pull. His head falls back with your hands, opening his neck up to your needy mouth. Your lips are less wet kisses along the column of his neck and more needy moans as you slowly roll your hips into his.

“fuck”, the shaky breath is the only indication that he wants to stop as you feel his hardening length against your core, “baby girl, the boys are gonna be here in 30, we can’t have sex right now”.

“M-missed you,” your voice is mumbled into his shoulder as you continue moving against him. When he stills your hips with an iron grip, the pout you are sporting is almost comical. Your big eyes begging for more of him, any of him he will give you.

His sigh is covered by the moan you let out as he adjusts his sitting position. The seam of his jean that you were thoroughly enjoying humping mere seconds ago is pressed tightly against your clit. The clock is still ticking, but when you look so needy with sweat sticking hair to your forehead, and swollen lips, he can’t say no to you.

“ You really gotta cum don’t you baby?” The shy nod you give him just makes him smile. “Alright doll, don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you.” He swings you from being on his lap to being underneath him on the couch. He starts to reach down with his hand, but before he can slip into your shorts, you grip his wrist.

“I want you to feel good too, daddy wanna feel you.” His hand instead of unzipping your shorts brushes a bit of hair off your face.

“Of course, doll.” A soft kiss on your forehead makes you hum in satisfaction, but the scene turns from soft, to heated quickly.

As soon as his lips slot against yours again, the prior intensity returns. A fervor you can’t quell, only stoking a fire in your gut. Every swipe of his tongue against yours feels familiar and invigorating at the same time.

His hips move against you for the first time tonight, and god you haven’t ever wanted to fuck him so bad. All you can think about is how his cock would split you open and leaving you a blubbering mess.

Issei is always attentive to you, when he’s fucking you silly, but also when he’s humping against your dripping shorts on the couch thirty minutes before his old teammates come over. He already knew you were close to cumming when you pouted at him earlier. The unintentional neglect from the busy schedules you both have.

He kisses against your neck softly, whispering how much he loves you and how much he wants to see you cum, but before you can teeter over the edge. The lock on the door starts to unclick jolting you out of your own little world and to the reality that thirty minutes have passed and Oikawa was probably opening the door.

Those fuckers knew where the spare key was kept and you mustn’t have heard their knock. Issei laughs as you let out an aggravated groan into his shoulder.

“Go on and get changed, love. I’ll take care of you tonight, give you everything you want.”

Now, just for him to will away the painfully hard erection in his pants before Makki makes lewd jokes at your expense.

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jiaraforeverr · 4 years ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Author's note: Hi everyone! This is my very first fanfic so I would love to hear your thoughts! @arcticaid requested this months ago, I'm so sorry it took so long! I started writing it in May, but honestly forgot about it until after I watched season 2.

You can also find it on Ao3 here!

Pairing: JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera

Kiara lay awake in the spare bed of the Chateau, the heavy and humid air sticking to her skin and making her whole-body flush with warmth. She could blame her inability to sleep tonight on the typical end of summer North Carolina heat, but there was something else on her mind keeping her up. With all the windows propped open as wide as they would go, she could hear the creaking of the old hammock rocking slowly back and forth, keeping her mind from thinking of anything other than the person she knew was also pretending to be sleeping right now.

A couple hours earlier, Pope had said his final goodbye before getting on the ferry to the mainland, where he would be traveling to UNC Charlotte for his first semester of college. He was finally doing what he was meant to, to pursue the future that his friends have protected and encouraged the last few years. But now he was gone, not coming back to the island for at least a couple months.

And that left Kiara and JJ.

It had been almost two years since the gold summer. Two years since they had last seen John B or Sarah. The loss of their best friend had taken a toll on all of them, but especially JJ. John B had been his brother, the first person he really was able to call family, the first person he felt safe with. Losing him had sent JJ down a dark path filled with alcohol and drugs much stronger than weed. It had taken Kiara and Pope about three months to get him back on track, and luckily that included getting him out of his dad’s house and into the Heyward’s care.

The three of them held onto the Chateau though. No one ever came asking about it, and they never brought it up. Currently, JJ was saving up to officially own it so they would no longer have the constant fear of having the last part of their best friend ripped away from them.

With Pope leaving for college, Kiara was left with the impossible task of deciding what she should be doing now. Much to her parent’s dismay, she had already that college wasn’t what she wanted- at least not right now. She can see herself going in the future, maybe getting a degree in marine biology and opening a conservation center of her own. But that was for later. Now, she knew there were still things she had to do.

Giving up the fight with herself to fall asleep, Kiara sits up in bed, sighing deeply as she presses her hands to her eyes. She could help but think about JJ. She was terrified of what leaving him alone would look like. She couldn’t risk losing another friend. A part of her knew that deep down, she just really didn’t want to leave his side at all.

Things with JJ had always been different than it had been with Pope or John B, but even more so after John B’s disappearance. They had a bond stronger than ever before, and Kiara was unsure how to deal with the feelings that had come along with it. She thinks that they’ve probably always been there in the back of her mind. Every flirty comment or wink JJ had given her growing up had always been accompanied by a small tug in her stomach that she now has a sneaking suspicion wasn’t due to annoyance.

Walking through the empty, quiet house, she took no precautions to avoid the loud floorboards like she normally would, and with an ache in her heart realized it was because no one else was here. As she got closer to the back door, quiet music filled the air, confirming that JJ was most definitely not asleep.

She silently made her way towards the hammock where JJ lay with both eyes closed, but he still opened one eye knowingly as she stopped next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” JJ murmurs softly.

“No, I just willingly woke up in the middle of the night for fun,” she responds sarcastically, but with no real bite to it.

“Hmm,” JJ closes his eyes again, “I can’t imagine hating myself that much. What a horrible life you lead.”

“What about you, what’s got you up?” Kiara ignores his quip at her, wanting to get to what was on his mind.

He didn’t respond right away, the silence sitting comfortably between them for a few moments. Kiara reaches down and brushes her fingers softly through his blonde hair, prompting him to finally respond.

“What do we do now Kie?” His whispers, just loud enough so she can hear him.

“What do you mean?” She murmurs back, as if she was afraid speaking too loudly would cause him to retreat back into his mind and close up on her.

“Like, we’re not kids anymore. Pope’s gone, you’ll be outta here traveling the world or whatever soon enough. I just feel like I’ve got nothin’ going for me when everyone else does.”

JJ’s admission makes her heart stop, and her breath catch in her throat. It had been a while since John B’s death, but that in no way meant they were over it. And now JJ was facing the very real possibility that he could be losing his remaining friends as well.

Wordlessly, Kiara reaches down again and gently tugs on JJ’s hand, indicating that she wanted him to get up. Predictably, he groaned in protest, but still slowly pulled himself up from the hammock. They both knew he would do anything she asked of him. Kiara leaned over and slightly turned up the volume of the speaker JJ had set up at the base of the tree. The sound of soft reggae music filled the air making her smile. She didn’t think before stepping closer to JJ so they were chest to chest with their noses just about touching. She wound both arms slowly around his neck securing him to her.

“What are you doing?” JJ asks her, a small smile creeping up on his face as his arms automatically wrap around her waist, closing the small gap between them.

“Dancing,” she responds, burying her nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of the ocean, smoke, and a hint of sweat. She sways their bodies side to side, and feels him drop his head into the top of hers.

“Why are we dancing?” He mumbles, moving his body with hers.

She ignores his question, and just lets the two of them get lost in the soft music and the feeling of being close to one another. A warm breeze rustles the trees above them causing JJ to grip his arms tighter around her. The fairy lights twinkle in the branches, and Kiara thinks to herself ‘how could it get better than this?’

“JJ,” she whispers into his neck, “how could you ever think that I would leave you?”

“Because this isn’t where you belong, Kie. You should be exploring the world, saving the turtles and probably every other animal along the way.”

“I belong where you are,” she says, her voice just loud enough so that he could hear her. “And if I’m leaving the Outer Banks, so are you.”

“There’s nothing out there for me. I’d be dragging you down.”

“You’ve never been out there, how would you know? You could teach surfing lessons and fix boats in a new country every month. We could ride bikes and never have to worry about a car again. Imagine, me and you hitting every country that has an ocean, surfing every wave we can find around the world. John B would be so proud of us.”

Her voice trails off at the mention of their dead best friend, worried she hit a nerve. But JJ just pulls his head away from hers just enough so that he could press his lips softly to her forehead.

“He really would, wouldn’t he?” JJ says with his mouth against her neck now.

“We’ll make it work, J. We always do. I don’t want to do things like travel the world if I’m not doing it with you by my side.”

“When do we leave, captain?” JJ asks jokingly, but in a way that makes her believe he is serious.

“Planning starts bright and early tomorrow, and I think we’d be much more productive if we got some sleep.”

He says nothing in response and the silence sits between them again as they continue to hold each other.

“Can we do this? In every country all over the world?” JJ asks quietly.

“Do what? Dance?”

“No. I- yes. But I mean more like, just like- be together? Like this?”

Kiara didn’t even try to fight the smile that spread across her face at his words. She pressed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. She knew what their relationship was right now was complicated, but in that moment, nothing made more sense. She was his and he was hers. Simple as that.

“We’ll always be together. We can be like this for the rest of our lives. On our surf trip to every country around the world, and after it and before. I said I’d never leave you, and I meant it.”

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headinthestaticsky · 4 years ago

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The Dusk Calls for Me, Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan: Chapter 9

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

“I go over every word you said to me Every single syllable I could repeat Certified to scuba dive in my memory”

Sawzall by: BANKS

“I can feel your heart beating out of your chest love.” Jasper said.

I couldn’t say anything, I just burrowed my in his neck and held him.

“I should go back there and rips those guy’s heads off.”

“N-no you shouldn’t.”

“You couldn’t hear what those, low lives were thinking.”

“And you do?”

“Dammit Edward... you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” I thought to myself.

“Well, it’s not hard to guess. Could you talk about something else? Distract me so I don’t turn back around.”

“Y-you should put your seat belt on.”

Edward laughed

“You should put your seat beat on.”

I pulled my sweater tighter to me and took in a deep breath.

“Thank you.” I said

Jasper kissed my cheek and rubbed circles in on my side. We pulled up to the restaurant. I saw Jessica and Angela leaving, they both looked confused and worried.

“Where were you guys?” Jessica asked

“We called you like a 100 times but we never got an answer.” Angela said.

Before Bella and I could explain our selves, Edward and Jasper came up to them.

“Sorry to keep the girls from dinner, we all ran into each other and started talking.” Jasper said.

“Oh, that’s fine. Angela said.

“Yeah, it totally happens.” Jessica added.

“I think I should make sure Bella gets something to eat.” Edward said.

“Geez what am I chopped liver you jerk?” I thought to myself.

“Yeah, Fleur should probably get something too...” Jasper said and gave Edward a glare.

“Yeah, let’s go in and eat... I’ll see you guys on Monday.” I said.

“Yeah, see you Monday.” Jessica said.

We made our way inside the restaurant the atmosphere was warm and inviting. We made our way to a table in the back of the restaurant, the waitress was being quite flirty with Edward. The on Bella’s face made me want to laugh, the jealousy was seeping from it. Jasper sat next to me and draped his arm over my shoulder . It’s weight was comforting against me, he was using his Pathokinesis on me. I wasn’t complaining, the racing of my heart was beginning to drive me crazy. The flirty waitress had come back with, our food coming along with her.

“Alright we have 1 mushroom ravioli, 1 chicken Alfredo, and 4 glasses of coke. Are you sure, I can’t get you two anything?” She asked.

“No.” Jasper said.

“No thank you.” Edward replied, his eyes not leaving Bella’s.

“Just let me know.” She said before leaving.

“You’re really not going to eat?” Bella asked.

“No, we’re on a special diet.”

“Alright enough with the games, you gotta give me some answers here.”

“Hmm, yes, no, maybe.” Jasper started.

“To get to the other side, 1.772...” Edward continued.

“I don’t want to know what the square root of Pi is.” Bella interrupted.

“You knew that?” Edward inquired.

“How did you and Jasper know where we were?”

“I didn’t.”

“Alright, let’s go Fleur. I’m sick of being lied to.”

“Wait... don’t go.”

Edward pulled Bella back down to her seat.

“I mean, did you follow us?”

“I feel very... protective of you. Jasper, of course is always protective over Fleur.”

“Sooo, you did follow us?”

“I was trying to keep a distance, but I knew you two needed my help. I then heard what those low lives were thinking and I just..”

“Wait, wait... you said you could hear what they’re thinking?” Bella interrupted again.

“You’re burying yourself here Edward.” I though to myself, his eyes glared at me for a second... I almost forgot he could read minds.

“I can read every mind in this... except for yours.”

“Is something wrong with me?”

“Bella, I just said I could read minds, and you ask what is wrong with you?” Edward asked in shock.

“Well, what are people thinking then?”

“That guys right there with the goatee, Money.” He then started pointing out the other people in room.

“Sex, money, sex, cat but with you, I hear nothing.”

“I’m going to confess Bella, I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

“Then don’t, you don’t have to anymore.” She said.

After dinner, we were off on the road again only this time, the ride wasn’t as intense. I was dosing off in the back, my head on Jasper’s shoulder I was almost asleep when I heard Bella speak.

“Okay, I think I’m warm enough now.”

I heard Bella gasp before speaking again.

“Your hand is Ice cold.”

Edward didn’t say anything in return.

“Whoa what is going on? Dad’s still here Fleur.”

I opened my eyes in confusion, I saw we were at the police station.

“Our dad’s car is here as well.” Jasper said.

“What’s he doing here?”

“Could you pull in Edward?” I asked.

He obliged my request.

“Carlisle what’s going on?”

He sighed

“Waylon Forge was found in a boat near his place. I just examined his body”

My eyes widened

“He died?”

Carlisle just nodded.

“Maybe it was the same thing that killed that guard out in Mason.”

“You two should go in and see your father. Waylon was his friend.”

“You go ahead Bella, I need to talk to Jasper real quick.”

“Okay. I’ll see you around Edward, Jasper.” Bella said before going in the building.

I pulled Jasper away from Edward and Carlisle, wanting to talk to him in private.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Please don’t be mad at me, they’re somethings I haven’t told you about. Could you come by later on tonight. I’ll explain everything to you.” I said.

“Of course, I love you darlin, stay safe.” He said, he kissed my cheek and the hugged me.

“I will... love you too.”

I saw him leave with Edward and Carlisle, I just hoped he wasn’t hurt by the fact I was keeping things from him. I jogged to the police station door, my dad looked up at me with sad eyes.

“I’m so sorry dad.” I said, I gave him a short hug and then rubbed his back.

“Thanks Petal, Bella, Fleur could you do something for me?” He asked.

“Sure, what is it?” I said.

“I want you two to carry this.” He handed Bella and I a can of pepper spray.

“This would’ve come in handy earlier.” I thought.

“Dad...” Bella said apprehensively.

“It’ll give your old man some peace of mind.”

Bella and I each took a can, putting it in our purses.

“Come you two, let’s go home.”

As soon as I got home I got ready for bed. I kissed by dad on the cheek and bid both Bella and him a goodnight. I the ran up to my room, my heart was pounding again. When I opened the door, Jasper was already there. He had a look of curiosity and concern on his face.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“...Where do I start?”

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