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foundtherightwords · 2 years ago

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Drive

Pairing: Eddie x Chrissy

Summary: What happened between Eddie and Chrissy during the ride to his trailer, or why Chrissy "left that van smiling", in the words of Grace Van Dien. Inspired by this lovely art, and also a bit by the song "Drive" by The Cars (hence the title).

Warnings: a bit of angst (I didn't set out to make it angsty, but my hands just slipped), brief mentions of drug use, idiots in love

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: I did it! I wrote a one-shot! My brain kept whining the whole time "Where is the plooooooot", but I did it! Big thanks to @harritudur for the inspiration!

"Shit," Eddie mumbled under his breath as he opened the door of the van and a whiff of stale odor assaulted his nostrils. The ashtray was full to overflowing, old clothes and discarded sketches and outlines for his old campaigns were scattered around and under the seats. Eddie never cared much about the garbage piling up in his van, usually just pushing it to a convenient spot if it was in his way, but not tonight. Not the night when he was going to drive Chrissy Cunningham back to his trailer.

He grabbed a plastic bag and started throwing things into it willy-nilly, while keeping an eye on the school entrance for Chrissy. There were still a few stragglers in the parking lot, and she was probably waiting until it was completely empty.

Chrissy Cunningham. It still didn't feel quite real that she had not only approached him, but also agreed to come home with him. Eddie tried to stamp down the excitement that had been coursing through him since that afternoon, since she'd asked him to meet her in the parking lot after the game. Don't be stupid. It's just a drug deal. Nothing more. But even as he told himself this, his heart couldn't help beating faster when he remembered the way she had smiled at him, the way she had lifted her eyes to him before looking away again.

However, as the parking lot emptied and there was no sign of a strawberry blonde cheerleader making her way toward him, his anticipation waned, to be replaced by disappointment. What if she didn't show? What if she decided that this whole thing was a Big Mistake and wanted nothing more to do with him?

He dropped the plastic bag back on the floor of the van, not caring that the garbage was spilling out again. He tried to tell himself that this hollow feeling in his stomach was due to the loss of a potential customer, but he knew it wasn't true. Perhaps it was just as well. What the hell was he thinking anyway? Just because she'd laughed at his lame jokes and remembered his lame band from six years ago and now he was entertaining the idea of—No. Obviously, she was just being nice to him because he had something she wanted. He had to remember not to mix business with pleasure next time. Not that there had been any pleasure this time. Not really.

A tap on his shoulder made him jump.

He whirled around and there she was, in her green skirt and white hoodie with "Chrissy" embroidered on the front. "Sorry," she said chest, with a little smile that still lit up her face. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Did she do that on purpose, echoing the exact same words he'd said to her when they met in the woods that afternoon, or was that just a coincidence?

"It's OK," Eddie said, hoping the butterflies in his stomach weren't actually visible.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to wait until the squad's all gone home."

"What did you tell them?"

"That I was waiting for Jason."

Eddie wanted to ask what she told Jason, but the mention of that prick left a sour taste in his mouth, so he said nothing.

Chrissy, probably mistaking his silence for nervousness, continued, a little breathlessly, "I told Jason I was going home, and my parents think I'm with him. So don't worry. We'll have plenty of time."

That wasn't what he was thinking about, but he appreciated her effort to reassure him.

"Sure you want to do this?" he asked, and immediately wished he hadn't, for the sparkle in Chrissy's eyes abruptly dimmed, like stars getting hidden by clouds.

"... Of course," she said, but didn't sound too confident. "It'll be fun."

He wanted to kick himself. Whatever her reason for wanting to try the Special K, it wasn't any of his business. Reminding her of it clearly only stressed her out.

"Then your chariot awaits, my lady," he said, stepping aside and extending a hand toward the open door. At the last moment, his eyes caught a single limp fry wedged in the back of the passenger's seat, a remnant of Corroded Coffin's late-night snack after their weekly Hideout gig. He plucked it out and rammed it into his pocket just in time.

Chrissy didn't seem to notice. She gave him another smile and got in. Eddie followed, hoping that he'd gotten rid of the worst of the smell, and that she wouldn't see the garbage bag shoved in a corner in the back like a dead body.

He saw her struggling to close the door on her side. "It's a piece of shit, sorry—no, you have to twist the handle that way—" he said, but she couldn't quite get it. Without thinking, he reached over and shut it for her.

"Thanks," she said softly. Eddie felt her breath on his cheek and realized, belatedly, that their faces were mere inches apart. He shuffled back into his seat, lowering his head over the wheel, so his hair would hide the blush creeping over his skin.

He started the van. The cassette player roared to life, belting out Master of Puppets, which he'd been practicing in the past few weeks. "Sorry," he said, fumbling for the stop button, but Chrissy put a hand on his arm.

"No, leave it," she said. "I don't mind. It stops me thinking."

He glanced at her, concerned, but she must've realized she'd said too much and drew her hand back, before turning to look out the window. Her fingers were icy cold as they brushed against his wrist, and he felt a sudden urge to reach out and hold them, to rub some warmth and life back into them. But he only reached for the volume knob and turned it down to a reasonable level.

"So, uh, good game?" he asked, as the van rattled down the dark road.

"I thought you didn't care about games where you toss balls into laundry baskets," Chrissy said.

Fuck. So she'd heard his soapbox speech. Well, of course she'd heard, the whole cafeteria had heard, that was the point, but he didn't think she would remember. He glanced at her. She was grinning at him, her slightly crooked front teeth making the smile all the more mischievous. Adorably so. He had to make an effort to tear his eyes away from her and turn his attention back to the road. Stay focused.

"I don't," he said. "I only asked because—" Because of you, he wanted to say, but what came out instead was, "Because Sinclair decided it was more important than Hellfire and I want to know if the twerp regretted it."

"Tell me about Hellfire then," she said, sitting up.

"Nah, you'll probably find it boring."

"I won't. Please. What do you guys do?"

And so Eddie launched into an enthusiastic explanation of D&D, perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, but he noticed that Chrissy never once looked bored. If anything, her eyes were fixed on him with delight. No. Be careful. Don't mix business and pleasure.

"And Sinclair gave that up for basketball, can you believe it?" he concluded.

"Well, he did score the winning point," Chrissy said, still smiling.

Huh. Good for the kid. Eddie tried to scowl, but Chrissy's knowing smile was making it difficult. She could see right through him, yet there was no mockery or smugness in that smile. It was just... teasing.

"You're happy for him, I can tell," she said, confirming his thought. "Why do you have to hide it?"

Eddie shrugged. "Have to maintain my mean and scary reputation, I suppose," he grumbled.

"But you're not."

"Hey, no need to flatter me, you already got the 25% discount," Eddie said, half-joking. "Do you want me to give you the Special K for free or what?"

Chrissy's face fell. "Oh, no. No, I'm sorry. I didn't—"

Shit. Why did he have to bring up the deal again? Why couldn't he pretend they were just... hanging out... as... friends? She said it would be fun. He wanted to make it fun for her, but it seemed he was incapable of keeping his foot out of his mouth.

Chrissy fumbled in her pocket and pulled out several bills. "Actually, you don't even have to give me the discount," she said, holding out the money. "You're already going out of your way to help me. I'm paying you the full amount."

At the sight of the money, Eddie's pretended irritation turned real, but he didn't know if it was with Chrissy or with himself. He had no reason to be mad at Chrissy. She was always going to pay him. This was a drug deal, after all. She hadn't given him any indication otherwise. If he thought it was going to lead to something else, then it was his own damn fault for being such a fool. Yet he couldn't help stop that feeling of disappointment, of disillusion, from weighing him down.

Suddenly he saw how stupid the whole thing was. He was taking a girl—and not just any girl, the Queen of Hawkins High herself—back to his trailer to give her drug, a drug she'd never used before, a drug he himself had only dabbled in. What if something happened?

"I don't think we should do this," he said, pushing away her hand with the money in it.

"What?" Chrissy stared at him. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"Nothing! It's just—"

How could he explain? It wasn't just the fear of something going wrong. It was more because he was afraid that if he sold her the drug, then that would be it. She would take the drug, he would take the money, and the next time they walked past each other in the hall at school, it would be as strangers again. He wasn't sure if he could handle that. It would hurt too much.

"Please, you're the only one that can help me. You're the only one that knows," Chrissy said. "Please, Eddie." That was the first time she called him by name, and fuck if it didn't feel good to hear. But he steeled his resolve and shook his head.

"I just—I can't, OK? Sorry. Let me drive you home."

She turned to the window, her eyes brimming. Cursing himself, Eddie reached for the gear stick to put the van in reverse. As he did so, his finger grazed her knee, just barely. But it felt electric, sending a thrill through his arm that lasted much longer than it should have. He withdrew his hand and peeked at Chrissy through the fringe of his hair. She was still looking out the window, chewing her lip. With a sigh, he grabbed the gear stick again.

Just then, he felt a slight pressure on the side of his hand.

He looked down.

Chrissy had moved her leg a smidge, pressing it against his hand.

He looked up. She wasn't really looking at him, but she wasn't not looking at him either. Her eyes were turned away from him with a bit too much determination.

Eddie thought about reaching for her hands, by way of apologizing, of convincing her that she had done nothing wrong, that he was doing this for her own good, but Chrissy was keeping them folded in her lap, away from him. He realized they were both holding their breath, their bodies poised over some unknown precipice, waiting for the other to do something, to take that first step.

Slowly, he extended his pinky until it touched her leg.

He exhaled, and felt, rather than heard, Chrissy do the same, almost imperceptibly.

Then Chrissy nudged her leg a little closer. Eddie felt her smooth skin under his calloused fingertips, cool against the burning heat of his palm. She was trembling slightly, and he felt a pulse form inside him, matching hers. He pressed down a little more tightly, squeezing her knee in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

To answer it, she lifted her knee, and his hand slid further down her thigh.

Time stretched around them, elastic, breathless. Metallica continued to blare in the background, but Eddie no longer heard it. He held on to Chrissy and looked into her eyes, and found his gaze returned. In those blue, blue eyes, he saw the answer to all his questions, all his doubts. This wasn't just a drug deal for her. This could be something else. This would be something else, if he was brave enough to reach out and take it...

CRASH!!!

They both jumped, and Eddie's hands flew back to grip the steering wheel. The van, left to its own device, had just swiped a garbage can. Eddie realized, with both dejection and relief, that they were already at the turnoff to Forest Hills Trailer Park. He looked back at Chrissy and saw his fluster reflected on her face. The moment was gone.

"Almost there," he said, clearing his throat as he pulled the van roaring into the park.

"Oh" was all she said.

"You, uh, still want to do this?"

"Yes," she said. There was no hesitation this time.

The van rolled to a stop. Chrissy opened the door without waiting for him, but Eddie wasn't disappointed. In her firm answer, he had seen some glow, some warmth lingering between them, an ember rather than a fire now, but it would flame to life again, given the chance.

"This is... uh, my castle," he announced, sweeping his arms toward the rickety trailer. That earned him a smile, and he felt that glow again as he remembered the way her leg had trembled under his hand, and the answering pulse from deep inside him. The night was not over. And later, perhaps, she would let him drive her home.

And they had a lovely time in Eddie's trailer and later he did drive her home and nothing bad ever happened to them 🥲

#hellcheer #hellcheer fic #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

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middleearthpixie · 2 years ago

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Nine

Seven Days - Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

A/N - This story is the sequel to Miss Fortune, but is a stand alone story.

And a special thank you to @laurfilijames for her unwavering support and friendship. 💜

Summary: Syd goes home with Frerin and he more than makes it worth her while…

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Alex, Charlie

Warnings: some fluffy dancing, oral sex (m/f receiving), protected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 6,282

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Although she’d heard of The Mountain View, Syd had never been there before. It was utterly beautiful, nestled away in the woods of the Lenape Mountains. Floor to ceiling windows offered up glorious views no matter where a body was seated, there was a small dance floor and live music. In high school, Jenna McCoy had had her Sweet Sixteen party there and since she had a crush on the boy Syd was dating at the time, no invitation had come for her. Ryan received one, though, and thought nothing of going without her. They broke up the next morning when he confessed to sleeping with Jenna after the party.

But, as she looked across the candlelit table at Frerin, who cared about a high school boy who kissed like a dead fish and had constantly sweaty palms? The candlelight played along Frerin’s dark hair, highlighting streaks of gold and russet tucked away within the dark strands. It also made his eyes look even paler, more gray than blue tonight. He was rugged and handsome and she couldn’t wait to get him alone later. She knew was it was like with him, and somehow, she just knew he’d make good on his promise to make it worth her while. And hopefully, he’d think she did the same.

For reasons she couldn't explain, she wasn't worried about sleeping with him now. Now, she was ready to take the chance, to see where this led with him. It made no sense, but then again she trusted Alex’s opinion and since she seemed to think Syd wasn’t entirely nuts for giving Frerin another chance, that helped ease some of Syd’s apprehension.

Fires flickered on the various hearths around the dining room’s perimeter, which gave off a cozy, slightly rustic air and made the otherwise open room warm and welcoming. They were tucked in a far corner, where the lighting was soft and a fireplace was right behind Frerin. And that, combined with the candlelight, and she just knew she hadn’t made a mistake.

Dinner was delicious and afterward, as they sipped Irish coffees, he glanced toward the dance floor and said, “Want to dance?”

“What?”

He nodded toward the small dance floor. Only a few brave souls were on it, swaying to the slow song the band played. “Would you like to dance?”

“You dance?”

“At times, sure.” He drummed his fingers against the snowy white tablecloth. “I mean, I’m not really good at it, but slow dancing is only barely dancing, so I can manage.”

He pushed back his chair and rose, holding out a hand. “Come on.”

She smiled as she stood and as she took his hand, he gave a gentle tug on her arm to pull her closer. As they stepped onto the parquet floor, he drew her close once more, easing an arm about her waist. She smiled up at him. “I never would have taken you for a guy who would willingly dance.”

“I normally don’t do it willingly, but tonight? I’ll make an exception.”

The soft lighting only highlighted the smudges shadowing beneath his eyes. “You look wiped out, Frerin. I mean, I know I probably shouldn’t point it out, but you really do look beat.”

“We got the fire out around six, and I only got back to the station at not quite eight thirty after we stopped for breakfast. Then by the time we had everything cleaned and put away and I showered and got home? It was almost ten when I went to bed. Thorin woke me up at not quite noon, so I’m running on about an hour and a half of sleep and getting too old for this shit.”

“We can go if you’re tired. Like I said before, I’d understand if you just want to drop me off and go home and get some sleep.”

“I’m tired, I’m not stupid. I’m not turning down the chance to tug you into bed, Syd.” He managed a tired wink. “What do you think got me through this afternoon?”

“Frerin!”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help her chuckle. “You’re such a guy.”

“Ah, but that’s a good thing, right?”

“I’m not so sure. It wouldn’t do my ego a whole lot of good to have you falling asleep on me.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, Syd,” he told her with a grin, “because that will never happen.”

He loomed over her, all wide chest and broad shoulders and sinful smile, and pressed the hand he held into the warm wall of that wide chest. His eyes glittered in the low light as he leaned in and caught her lips in a gentle, teasing kiss. And when he pulled back, he didn't look quite so tired any longer as he murmured, “You want to get the check and head out?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

She chewed on her bottom lip as Frerin swung onto Riverview Terrace and at the second house on the left, turned into the driveway. He eased to a halt before a two-car garage attached to a gray house with dark blue shutters. Frerin’s house. Although it wasn’t her first time there, butterflies still swirled wildly in her belly, her mouth went dry, and she cast a sidelong glance at him, wondering if she wasn't making another mistake.

Don’t think. Just enjoy.

He killed the engine and the lights and turned to her. “You okay, Syd? You look kind of… scared. If you want me to take you home, I will.”

“No, I’m not scared.” She forced a laugh to her lips, and hoped it didn't sound nearly as cringey to him as it did to her.

He turned toward her. “You sure about that? Because you look like you’re afraid I’m going to jump on you the minute we go inside. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Her apprehension faded as he tugged the keys from the ignition, winked, and said, “We can play video games if you’d rather not have sex with me.”

“Oh, wow… that is a tough call, because video games sound good.”

“Come on in then, and decide where it’s warm.” He pushed open his door, and cold air swirled through to make her shiver. She climbed out of the Jeep as the first snowflakes began to fall, and she smiled at the soft silence that always seemed to accompany snow.

Keys jingled as he flipped through them. “Now, I’ll warn you, I’m not a great housekeeper, so it might be a little messy.”

“I promise not to hold it against you.”

He grinned at her over his shoulder and then unlocked the front door. Nails clattered against wood and Syd smiled as Frerin flipped the switch and a floor lamp blazed to life. The living room was just as she remembered it—maple coffee and end tables, comfortable-looking dark brown sofas, pale blue walls, hardwood floor. A hint of cinnamon and cloves hung in the air. He crouched as a golden retriever bounded toward him. The dog pranced about him, letting out intermittent barks as she tried to jump up on him.

“Easy, girl,” he said, rumpling her golden fur as she wiggled and threw herself up against him.

Syd waited for him to grow impatient and shove the dog away, but he did no such thing. He just rumpled her harder, as if he hadn’t seen her in weeks instead of only mind hours. She bit back a sigh at the sight. “What’s your dog’s name?”

“Riley. And if you hadn’t noticed, she’s friendly.”

“I remember her being friendly,” Syd crouched beside him, “but I didn't remember her name.”

Riley finally calmed down, sitting as close to Frerin as she could, and he wobbled as he fought to keep his balance. He won the battle, and stood up. “My sister comes and lets her out when I have to work, but I should probably take her out real quick. Go, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She straightened. “I’ll be here.”

“Good.” He winked and leaned in to brush her lips with his.

But, as they met, he slid an arm about her waist and tugged her close. His other arm tightened about her as she wound hers about his neck, her fingers splayed against his nape, stretching up into his hair which was every bit as soft as it looked.

His lips parted, his tongue sinful and teasing as met hers, as it tangled with hers and drew it back into his mouth, catching her sigh along with it. She melted against him, welcoming his kiss as it deepened, as he eased a hand beneath her sweater to skim it up along her back. She waited to see if he was going for her bra, but he brushed right over the hooks, up between her shoulder blades, back down to the waist of her jeans. His thumb swept lightly along her skin, sending a shiver through her that had her twisting her fingers in his thick hair.

He drew back enough to whisper, “I really should walk her,” his lips brushing hers with each word.

“You should probably do it, then,” she whispered back.

“Yeah. I should.” His lips crashed into hers once more and this time, he tightened his arms about her, almost crushing her against him. Now, when his hand slid beneath her sweater, she shivered against him as he slid it along her side, coming up to cup her left breast. His thumb moved lightly over her nipple, already taut and beading through the satin cup. His fingers closed about her, kneading a gentle fullness into her breast that brought forth a delicious ache. It swirled thorough her, growing with each steady pulse of his fingers on her, and filled her with a unbridled heat that ribboned through her.

Gently, he eased that breast free, his thumb brushing directly against her pebbled nipple. Her breath hitched at how he teased her, how he rolled her nipple, traced a small circle about it with just the tip of his thumb, caught it to tug with just enough force to make her breath impossible to catch and to bring forth a sweet, dull ache between her thighs.

Riley flopped to the floor with a sigh as Frerin pulled back and whispered, “Want to go upstairs?”

“I’d love to.”

His eyes glittered with promise and without warning, he swept her up into his arms. “Frerin!”

“What?”

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m a fireman, Syd. I carry people all the time.”

“Yeah, but don’t you throw them over your shoulder when you carry them?”

He grinned. “You want me to toss you over my shoulder? Okay.”

“Frerin, wait—” The breath rushed from her lungs as he easily shifted her to sling her over his shoulder and the blood rushed to her head. It wasn’t the most comfortable or romantic way to be carried, but she did have a great view of his ass in Levi’s, so there was that. Even so… “Don’t you dare drop me!”

“Like I said,” he replied, carrying her toward the stairs, “I’m a fireman. I haven’t dropped anyone since I was a probie. You’re in good hands, honey. The best hands, really.”

“Wait, you dropped someone?”

“It was an accident.” He carried her out of the living room and toward the stairs. “She was trying to get away from me because she didn't want to leave her purse behind. I told her to forget it, to hold still, but she wriggled and squirmed and I dropped her and we both went through the floor.”

“Wait.” She lifted her head as best she could, dots dancing before her eyes as she scooped a handful of hair to throw out of her face. “What?”

“Yeah, so don’t squirm and I won’t drop you.”

“No, I mean, you went through a floor?”

“Landed in the garage, yeah. But, she was lucky. I broke her fall.”

The vibrations of his boots on the stairs thudded through her and she went limp, smiling at the sight before her. He really did have an amazing ass. “What?”

“She landed on me. I tore my ACL and ended up on disability for three months and desk duty for another three. I don’t recommend it.”

At the top of the stairs, he paused, and carefully eased her back off his shoulder. “And do you really want to talk about that now?”

She smiled as her feet touched the floor once more. “You were lucky.”

“Yeah, I was. And so was she. But, I don’t want to talk about work right now, Syd. I just want to see you naked. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“And if I do?”

“I’ll offer you a drink and ask which game you want to play.” A boyish grin accompanied his words and he caught her face in his hands as he added, “But I hope you don’t.”

He tilted her face to his, his eyes soft, his thumbs grazing along her cheeks. Shaking her head, she managed to whisper, “I don’t,” even as her heart sped up and her breath seemed so difficult to catch.

“Good,” came his whispered reply and he bent to her once more.

His lips were so soft, and moved against hers with just the right amount of pressure, his kiss as much a caress as anything else. Deep inside her, knots began tightening, her blood growing warmer as his kiss grew deeper. Slower. More serious. Her head spun as pleasure built with each teasing stroke.

He carefully backed her into his room, behind her and to the right, and as the bed bumped the backs of her legs, he released her face, eased an arm about her, and, using his free hand as his guide, urged her down onto it.

She welcomed the solid bulk of his muscled body coming atop hers. Heat wafted from his body to sink into hers and her neck bowed on its own as he broke the kiss to sweep his lips up along her cheek, toward her ear. She shivered, tingles sweeping through her at the soft caress down the side of her neck, into the hollow of her throat.

Her eyes closed, pleasure swirling through her as he drew back to push her sweater up, easing it over her ribs, working it over her head, grinning as he tossed it over his shoulder into the darkness behind him.

He bent back to her, his lips soft and teasing as he peppered kisses down between her breasts, lifting his head to smile as he eased a hand beneath her and, a moment later, her bra strap gave. His fingers hooked in the shoulder straps and with a wink, he eased them over her arms.

A hint of a draft swept over her as her bra joined her sweater and his eyes visibly darkened at the sight before him. He pressed a soft kiss into the inner curve of her left breast. Then another. And another. And with each one, he moved closer to her puckered nipple.

“Oh!” She couldn't hold back her gasp as his lips closed over that achy bead and he swirled his tongue about it to make it harder still. Fire filled her with that one teasing stroke, the knots far tighter now in her core as her hips arched toward him. She made contact, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as he arched back to meet her, the solid ridge of his erection grinding up where she ached for him the most.

He met her gaze, slowly releasing her nipple to flick it with the tip of his tongue as he winked. He did it again, more slowly this time, and she had to fight to keep her eyes open as he bent to her once more.

Her skin tingled as inch by inch, he swept hot, feathery kisses over it. A kiss, followed by a soft sweep of his tongue. Then he moved lower. Between her breasts. Down along her belly. To the waist of her jeans.

He popped the button on them, looking up to see her watching him, and a devilish smile played at his lips as he slowly unzipped her jeans. Hooked both of his index fingers in the waist of them. Eased them down over her hips and shifted back to tug them from her completely.

She gasped as he swept a prickly kiss along the inside of her left thigh, his beard tickling her as he brushed another kiss up toward her hip.

His breath came hot upon her mound as he moved toward the triangle of black lace between her thighs. He smiled, hooking his thumbs in the waist of her bikinis. He moved slowly, the lace caressing her as he eased it from her body. And when his eyes met hers, there was no mistaking the fire in them. They were no longer softly gray-blue but burned almost sapphire now.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Syd,” he whispered, his fingertips sweeping ever so lightly along her all-too-sensitive skin. “What are you doing with me?”

A hint of wonder wove through his words, as if he was genuinely puzzled over why he would find her in his bed. She smiled, reaching to trail the tip of her index finger along his cheek, from smooth skin to soft beard. “You’re a fireman.”

“I knew it.” He winked. “And I think I promised to make this worth your while, didn't I?”

“I didn't want to seem like that was the only reason why I’m here.”

Another wink and then…

“Frerin…” His name leaked through her lips as an airy sigh as he shifted just enough to brush another teasing kiss along her inner thigh.

The tip of his tongue swept lightly over her aching flesh, and her eyes closed of their own at his slow, almost lazy, stroke. She reached for him, threading her fingers into his dark hair, biting her bottom lip as he sank to his knees between hers, offered up a wicked smile that set a million butterflies free in her stomach, angled her legs over his shoulders, and bent to her.

His breath was warm against her, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the fiery sensations tearing through her with his first light, teasing stroke. She bit down hard on her bottom lip with the next one. It was too soon to cry out his name, and yet she had to fight back the urge to do just that as he teased her with slow swirls, gentle pressure, teasing flicks, and lazy caresses that made her toes curl. He was in no rush, and neither was she, as she savored every last one, as those delicious sensations raced through her, each one stronger than the last.

His fingers danced along her thighs, his tongue teased along her aching, damp flesh, her hips rolled to meet him, to make the pleasure even sweeter. He didn't hesitate. Didn't pause. He caressed slow and steady, swirling about that wonderful little bud, sucking at it, laving over it until she shivered beneath him and her fingers twisted hard in his hair. It didn't matter how short it was, she found a way to grab and hold on to him. Her body responded to each caress, her hips rocking to meet each one. The delicious ache of arousal wound through her, her body craving more of him with each passing stroke. Each fiber, each sinew, tightened as her orgasm built with slow determination. It rolled toward her, firing through her entire body, dancing along her skin, twisting her insides until she thought she’d go crazy if he didn't make her come already.

It all came rushing back to her, how he’d done this same thing the last time they were together, how he’d teased and tortured her until she was convinced she’d melt into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. He didn't rush. Didn't try to use unnecessary force to bring her to climax just so he could get it over with. No, Frerin took his time. He explored with a sensuality that had her fingers twisting in the comforter beneath her head, in the handful of silky dark hair she’d managed to grip. She squirmed as he increased his tempo, added a little more pressure, a swirl here, a flick there… and her head spun with a fury she’d never felt before.

“Frerin…” Forget breathless sigh, she offered up his name as a plaintive whimper on her lips now, so much need woven into those two syllables. Oh, god… she needed him to push her over the edge before she went crazy. She needed to come now. It all felt so fucking good… she’d go completely insane if he didn't finish her soon.

His fingers brushed her inner thigh, his tongue not slowing, not easing up. She writhed against him, her body demanding relief. Oh, he was good at this! He was patient and slow, in no hurry for her to get there but seemed far more concerned with how she enjoyed the ride.

And enjoy it, she did.

The knots in her core twisted unbearably tight now. She rocked to meet him, the friction from his tongue, his bearded chin, melting those knots, melting her core itself. Holy… she never ached for any man the way she did for this one, pleasure humming through her, each vibration stronger than the last. The first tingles swept through her, prickly and hot and sweet and she couldn’t back her low, moaned, “Oh, yessss…”

Her grip tightened on the comforter, pulling it taut beneath her. Her climax took root, the tingles sharper and stronger, the pleasure maddeningly sweet and overwhelmingly sensual and it seemed every fiber in her body had tensed until she thought she might shatter.

It was the thick, slow, teasing finger he slid inside her that made her do just that.

“Frerin!” She came in a fiery flash, shivering and shuddering beneath him, her hips arching, straining against him, against the fiery sensations tearing ass all through her. Everything inside her turned over, twisted, tightened, then burst to flood her with white-hot pleasure that actually brought tears to her eyes.

He drew out her climax with both his tongue and his finger, slowing both as she sank back against his bed, fighting to breathe, to think, to hear above the thunder of her heart and the roar of her blood pulsing through her temples. Her head spun, her heart pounded, and she went limp as he gently eased his finger from her, pressed a teasingly soft kiss into her belly, just above the fluff of coppery curls, and came up to kiss his way back to her lips, whispering, “Good girl,” as his lips caught hers.

Syd wrapped herself about him, her fingers practically flying down the front of his black button-down to shove the buttons through their holes. The cotton fell open and he laughed softly as he rocked back to let his shirt slip from his shoulders, then tossed it atop the pile of her clothes.

Dear God, he was very bit as beautiful as she remembered—muscles bulged across his shoulders, wrapped abut his arms, slabs of muscle defined his chest beneath the layer of dark hair that curled away from his skin, that thinned down the center of his well-defined stomach and disappeared into the waist of his jeans.

She sat up, her head still spinning out of control, leaving her more than a little dizzy, and leaned in to press her lips against the flat, firm swells of muscle layering his stomach. His hands sank into her hair as she eased to her knees before him and popped the fly on his Levi’s to tug the worn denim down over his hips, over his muscled legs. The only light came from the hallway, but it was enough to make out the thick ridge of his erection, to see the dime-sized damp spot on the front of his light gray boxer briefs. The butterflies were back, as fierce as ever.

She looked up to find him staring down at her, his eyes heavy lidded but open. The small gold medallion he wore on a gold chain lay nestled in the dark hair in the middle of his chest, throwing off what light it caught.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he growled, trailing his fingers along her cheek.

Heat flared through her at his husky purr, at the way his eyes darkened further, heavy-lidded and full of promise as he gazed down at her. But there was more to his gaze, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but it felt as if it touched her soul.

His eyes looked darker in that low light, and his fingers were light as they brushed her cheek. Syd drew in a deep breath, hooked her fingers in the waist of those boxer briefs, and tugged to slip them down over his long, muscled legs. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him, while other parts of her just grew wetter. She leaned in, swept a kiss along the hot, veined skin she’d bared, smiling at the low growl bubbling to his lips. She shifted and then, her lips closed about him.

“Oh… holy shit, honey… Oh, fuck… Syd…” His whisper was half-moan, half-choked sigh, and her belly did a slow flip as his hands sank into her hair. She teased him the way he’d teased her—slow flicks, teasing swirls, long, slow caresses, and with each sigh, each moan, she grew bolder. She took him deeper, more slowly, a sense of satisfaction swirling through her as his fingers now twisted in her hair, as he rocked toward her, meeting her rhythm, her name on his lips in soft sighs and gritted growls as she tried to tease him into mindless want and fiery need, just as he’d done to her.

He tensed, a low moan misting into the air, and then he reached down to snag her under the arms and pulled free of her with a soft little pop.

He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her as if she weighed nothing, seizing her lips in a fiery kiss that tore the breath from her lungs and when she curved her legs about his hips and his hardness met her softness, each sighed into the other’s mouth.

Frerin shifted, bent over to press her down into his bed and as he did, she rocked to meet him, sending him gliding through her slick heat with ease. He reached a hand free, tugged open his nightstand drawer, riffled through the drawer’s contents, and pulled back to tear open the small gold foil packet caught between his thumb and forefinger.

He smiled as he smoothed the condom into place and then settled between her thighs again. He reached between them, dipping to capture her lips as he guided himself to her and with a gentle push, fit inside her.

She shivered at the wicked deliciousness of him filling her. He moved with a sinful slowness, and she savored every single sensation he gave her, every delicious dart of pleasure that came from his fullness inside her. He offered up a gentle thrust, catching her hand in his, threading his fingers with hers, pressing her hand down into the bed alongside her head. He moved easily, his thrusts almost lazy as he whispered, “Syd…” and his fingers tightened about hers.

She moved easily with him, rising and falling with each powerful thrust. His medallion swung wild, clipped her chin and she smiled as he whispered, “Sorry, honey…”

“It’s—oh, it’s fine…” She tightened about him, the knots twisting once more. He bent back to her, his lips crashing into hers, his tongue fierce and hot as it plunged into her mouth to find hers. His kisses grew ferocious, demanding, hotter with each surge inside her. And with each powerful thrust, the pleasure swelled. It spilled through her, hotter and sweeter as he moved faster now. His eyes closed briefly, a smile tugged at his lips, he shuddered and moaned her name again as nature took over and the inevitable crept upon them.

“Syd… oh, honey… do that again… squeeze me just like… oh, yes… just like… that… oh, shit, yes…” His voice grew husky and raw, his thrusts came swifter and deeper, far more powerful than she remembered. Not that it mattered. Pleasure screamed through her even as she melted around him, lifting her hips to meet him, her body tightening about his. The wave grew. It rushed toward her, higher and hotter and when it crested…

“Oh, my god… Frerin!” She clung to him as he surged hard, shuddering as he came. His hand tightened about hers, and she winced at pressure as he growled her name.

Then, with a low moan of satisfaction, Frerin sank against her, his head coming to rest in the slope of her neck, his lips teasingly soft as they brushed her overly sensitive skin, his, “Syd…” the softest of whispers.

He trembled against her, his breath warm blasts against her as he tried to control his breathing, tried to slow it down. She let her eyelids slide shut, smiling as his thumb caressed hers the way his lips caressed her skin, and without thinking, stroked his soft dark hair. It just felt so perfect, lying there with him. She didn't care if she ever moved again.

He went still against her, lying quietly in her arms for a long moment before whispering, “I hate to do this, honey, but I have to get up.”

“I know.”

He lifted his head, his eyes soft as they met hers. Then he bent to her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and said, “I’ll be right back.”

With a grimace, he withdrew and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady, stumbling to his left, but he righted himself and laughed softly as he muttered, “It’s been a while,” before padding out of the room.

She smiled into the darkness, shifting to stretch out on his comfortable bed, and tugged the comforter up to her shoulders. Like Gram’s house, Frerin’s was drafty and chilly as well.

She didn't realize she’d dozed off until the comforter lifted and Frerin slipped into bed beside her. A soft laugh rose into the darkness as he whispered, “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“No… oh, God… I didn't mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay. Sex makes me sleepy, too. Come here.”

He lifted his arm and she snuggled closer. Heat radiated from his body, sank into hers, and took the chill from her as he tightened his arm about her shoulders. She curved against him, tucking her head against his chest. He pulled her closer still, pressing a kiss into the top of her head, and whispered. “I had to let Riley out. That’s what took me so long.”

“Let her out? I thought you walked her.”

“My backyard’s fenced so I let her out there from time to time. I prefer walking her, since we can both use the exercise, but tonight? There’s somewhere else I’d rather be instead of freezing my ass off going around the block.”

She peered up at him. Her eyes had adjusted enough to make out his profile. His eyes were open and he stared up at the ceiling and the feeling that something troubled him nagged at her once more. “Is everything all right?”

“What?”

“You seem lost in your own world. Is everything all right?”

“Syd, everything is just perfect right now.”

“What?”

“Perfect?”

“Yeah. I told you I fucked up last summer. And now, it’s right again.” He gave her another squeeze, his fingers sweeping lightly along her upper arm. After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, he murmured, “I think we should keep seeing each other.”

She smiled, traced around the medallion, warm against his chest. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Why? You don’t want to go out again?”

“I didn't say that.”

“Good.” He pressed her closer, shifting slightly to press a kiss into the top of her head. “I’m off until eight o’clock Wednesday morning, so I’d like to monopolize you for as much of the next two days as I can. I mean, if you’re willing to be monopolized.”

“I think I can arrange a little monopolizing.”

He grinned, tightening his arm about her shoulders. “Good. Whatever you want to do, shoot pool, play video games, go to the movies, have dinner, I’m game.”

She lifted her head. “I’d like that.”

“You’d like which?”

“Any of it. Or all of it. I’m also game.”

“Syd…”

“Let’s try pool again.”

He pressed a kiss into her forehead. “Pool it is, honey.”

“What shifts do you work?”

“We do twenty-four on, forty-eight off. I’ll go in for eight on Wednesday morning, like I said, and be there until Thursday. Off Thursday and Friday, back on—on Saturday. And so on.”

She didn't miss the way he hesitated and the urge to ask him if everything was all right shot through her again. But, she kept quiet, just tracing her finger about the the medallion nestled in his dark chest hair.“Oh… okay. I thought you all did like doctors do and worked twelve hours on and twenty-four off.”

“No. We’re twenty-four and forty-eight. We’re allowed to sleep when we’re on duty, but if there’s a fire in the middle of the night, our asses are getting yanked out of bed.”

“Seems fair.”

“Yeah, it’s a small price to pay.”

She trailed her fingers across his chest, through the soft dark hair curling away from his skin, around one nipple, then back. He sighed softly, still stroking her upper arm. When she looked up, she saw his eyes were open and he just gazed up at the ceiling, his expression far more serious than she would have expected it to be.

She slid her fingertip over the medallion. “What is this?”

“This?” He caught the chain between his thumb and forefinger to lift. “It’s St. Florian. Patron saint of firefighters. My parents gave it to me when I graduated from the academy.”

“St. Florian.” She looked up at the medallion, swaying slowly from the chain. It was yellow gold, in the shape of the Florian Cross, and there were words etched into it, but she couldn't make them out. “What does it say?”

“St. Florian protect us in Latin.” The sheets rustled softly as he came up to ease himself over her. The medallion swayed away from him, but this time didn't bonk her. “My mom worries about me. And Thorin. He wears a St. Michael medallion for the same reason I wear this.”

She slid her arms about his middle, her hands flat against his back. His skin was mostly smooth, only raised in a few areas with what she thought might be burn scars. “Good,” she whispered. “It’s always wise to have someone watching out for you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve been told.” He leaned closer, his lips just barely brushing hers as he settled carefully between her thighs. A sleepy smile played at his lips. “Mmmm… I like it here.”

“Oh, do you?”

“Oh, yeah.” His lips grazed hers. Then swept along her jaw, toward her ear, his breath warm on her skin as he added, “Here is just perfect.”

He came flat against her, his kiss slow and deep, and heat swept through her. Maybe she was a fool for trusting him, maybe she was just setting herself up for disappointment, but at that moment, she didn't care. Not when he kissed her so thoroughly, so deeply, that her toes curled and her blood steamed.

Frerin caught her about the waist to roll over and brought her atop him. His arms tightened about her, almost as if he was afraid she’d try to get away from him, and his fingers slipped up into her hair, where they twisted and held on.

She pulled back, breathless as she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, you know.”

He gazed up at her, just as breathless, only his eyes were clouded with confusion. “What?”

“You’re crushing me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh, sorry, honey… I just…” He trailed his fingers down along her back, over the rise of her backside, then curved his hands over both cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m positive.”

As he spoke, he pulled her tighter against him, sending a vey sweet ripple through her. His one hand skimmed up once more, slipping back into her hair and as he held her gaze, he whispered, “Do you know how beautiful you are, Syd?”

Heat flared through her at those soft words, at the utter seriousness in his gray-blue eyes. “Frerin?”

“I made such a mistake, not calling you.” His fingers glided through her hair, tucked a loose wave behind her ear. He curved his hand against the back of her head and gently drew her back to him.

“You really did,” she whispered back with a smile, her lips only a fraction of an inch from his. “You owe me so huge.”

He smiled up at her through the darkness. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I promise.”

And with that, all words were forgotten as she lost herself in his kiss once more.

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doomedandstoned · 2 years ago

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RUFF MAJIK’s ‘Elektrik Ram’ Full Review + Interview

~By Billy Goate~

Artwork by Anni Bouchner

'Elektrik Ram' (2023), the latest spin by RUFF MAJIK, is a quintessential rock 'n' roll album. The motley collection of tracks has an Adams Family feel, grabbing your attention straight away with the snaggle-toothed "Hillbilly Fight Song." A rude, jangly welcome to the world of rehab and mental health, when COVID-19 stalked the world, keeping us fearfully isolated in our desolate rooms, going out of our everloving minds.

On his path to freedom from the clutches of chemical addiction, Johni Holiday encountered a host of strange, alluring, and belligerent characters. The songs act as "sketches of the many faces he saw inside the white walls of the hospital." No surprise, then, that the first one is brash and in your face. "Shut your mouth, you'll catch a fly," a most disagreeable fellow warns, insisting that you "sit down before you bleed." His vocals, cast in the tradition of Axl Rose (Guns N' Roses) and Dan McCafferty (Nazareth), snivel and snarl with the portrait of a man you better not cross.

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"She's Still A Goth" is an effective, up-tempo ride through the night. In my recent interview with Johni Holiday (which follows below), I asked him if this was a person he met in his recovery. He said it was emblematic of his wife, who has been a continual support and encouragement during the long, slow road to wellness.

"Mourning Wood" slows the pace for a doleful, introspective mood. Things pick right back up, though, with the footloose "Rave to the Grave,". The Monster Mash vibe really pops alive, thanks to spooky touches from an '80s-style synth. I was ready for a beach party after this one. Ooo-weeee-ooo-ooooo.

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The great thing about Ruff Majik is just how they joyfully borrow from different rock and metal traditions, stick 'em in a blender, and make due with the pieces, like a Salvador Dalí canvas. "Delirium Tremors" is such an example, a wide-ranging cartoonish soundscape that teeters on the edge of sanity (as we'd expect from someone going through actual DTs).

"Cement Brain" brings us back into the warm, swampy southern-stoner territory that Ruff Majik is known for, here utilizing a trip-hop beat that is so welcoming to the ears. The keyboard accents work quite well, but it's those gorgeous twin guitar harmonies that really get to me, especially following this impassioned plea: Please don't let me go back again. Don't let me fall off the fucking wagon.

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Title track "Elektrik Ram" has one of those take the money and run kind of rhythms, not unlike "Dread Breath" from 'Tårn' (2019) -- one of my top Ruff Majik tracks. While the band provides an underlying sense of agitation, the lyrics are drenched in despair and regret:

I used to be a blue eyed boy I used to be so full of joy Now I'm a cog in the machine A random access memory Just a counterfeit of me And I've got nothing to give

A number of the tracks are prefaced by the sardonic wit of horror actor Vincent Price. This works especially well in the case of "Queen of the Gorgons," which plays out like an ultimate tribute to those classic monster movies. It's a great song, too -- one of the standouts of the album, joining "She's Still A Goth" (both inspired by Johni's wife and Ruff Majik album artist Anni Bouchner). Let's pause to respect that two of the record's most successful tracks were inspired by love.

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"A Song About Drugs (with a Clever Title)" is a weird, quirky, lopsided march that one might expect to hear in some dimly lit cantina in a galaxy far, far away. The shortest of the 11 tracks, I'd love to hear Ruff Majik do more in this vein. Meanwhile, "Shangrilah Inc" is a soulful, slow blues number where Johni's grimacing vocals really show us what they can do. Lyrically, the song may be a dig at the commercial industry that's grown up around Mental Health.

The last track, "Chemically Humanized" is the longest and most remarkable track on the record, thoughtfully choreographed from beginning to end. There are some interesting literary references in the lyrics, as well. I tried to steal the Devil's note -- a reference to the dreaded tritone, once feared to drive people mad. I even borrowed David's chord, by contrast, draws upon the story of David in the Bible, whose harp playing was legendary for driving away King Saul's evil spirits. Our protagonist laments that none of these things -- not even a seance and crystal ball -- could relieve his tormented state. "I wish I was dead," he confesses, "I'm a ghost after all."

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Quirky and enigmatic, Elektrik Ram showcases Ruff Majik at an exciting stage of creativity. Because of its thematic nature, the album begs to be considered not on the first track or even the singles, but as a collection united by an overarching theme.

Ruff Majik's new album is out now in digital and vinyl formats via Mongrel Records (get it here). Stick it on a playlist with Queens of the Stone Age, The Heavy Eyes, and The Tazers.

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The Third Widow || Yelena's Worry

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. |

Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (Ivy), Мэри (Mary), стереть ее (erase her)

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Natasha watched from the back door as you walked further and further out into the woods, only grabbing her widow bites when you were out of site. She tried to stop you when you came down the stairs, but it was clear to her that you weren't hearing her and assumed you were sleep-walking. "Y/n!" She called out when you came to a stop.

"Help me! Please come quickly!! He's coming for me!! Help!!"

The voice of a young girl screamed from miles away, you only stopped to hear it again and turned in the direction it came from. "Y/n! Stop!" Natasha called once more but you didn't hear her, you could only hear the cries for help that had been keeping you awake for the past week. Natasha followed you deeper and deeper until suddenly the calls for help stopped and you were left in the middle of the woods confused on why the young girl had stopped.

"Y/n" Natasha's voice finally registered with you as you turned around and looked at her, "What are you doing?" Natasha asked in a worried tone, you rubbed your hands over your face in frustration and shrugged, "I just wanted to go for a walk" you lied. "No" Natasha shook her head, "this has been going on for almost two weeks now, you come here to the same spot every night, are you sleep walking?" She asked. Your eyes fell to the ground in front of Nat's feet, your jaw clenched as it became clear to you that Natasha wasn't hearing the cries for help.

"You don't hear her, do you?" You asked, slowly looking up at her again, her heat wave making it impossible for you to look at her for more than a few seconds. "Hear who?" She questioned. "The girl, she needs help. She's been calling for help every night since" you paused and wondered if this was because of your session with Wanda that was still a secret between the two of you. "Since what?" Natasha's tone filled with more concern than worry. "Doesn't matter" you mumbled, "let's just go back" you walked by her without looking up at her.

Natasha walked closely behind you without asking anymore questions, keeping her thoughts to herself as she wondered more and more about what you meant, who were you talking about and why were they dragging you out into the middle of the woods so late at night. Natasha, watched as you wandered up to your room and closed the door before she could say another word. You didn't get any sleep that night, you stayed up waiting for the cries to make back but they didn't, and you watched the sunrise with the birds doing their morning song before you took a shower and freshened up for the day.

"Hey, Kate has an archery contest on today, you should come" Yelena snapped you out of thought as you sat at your desk staring at the blanket page in your sketch book. "Is Wanda going?" You asked slowly turning your head to face her, she shook her head, "Nope" Yelena replied sternly, you didn't reply. You hadn't seen or heard from Wanda since she walked you home late that night, you'd called and left messages and waited for her to meet you by the river, but she never came. "Wanda is out of town" Yelena broke the silence, "Oh" your eyes dropped to your sketch book once more, "I'm fine, thanks" you added turning down the offer. "Suit yourself" Yelena sighed and closed your bedroom door.

That night wasn't any different than the last few nights. You got ready for bed and just as you were trying to fall asleep the cries returned.

"I know you can hear me, help!! I don't' want to go!! help me, please!!"

Although tonight they seemed louder than any other time, each cry for help got louder until it was unbearable. You slipped out of bed and changed into black sweats and a hoodie before tip toeing downstairs and putting on your boots. Through the living room window you could see the small heat wave in the far distance of the woods.

"He's coming!! Quick!! Don't leave me out here, please!!"

The younger voice screamed as you took slow steps towards the heatwave, it got further and further away the longer you walked. The voice started to fade out and become distant until you could hear it no more.

"Where are you?" You called out but got no reply, you looked around and the heatwave had disappeared. Sighing, you turned around and walked back to the house, your eyes struggling to stay open with the number of sleepless nights you were having once again. Yelena was getting a glass of water when she saw you coming back in from the back door. "Where'd you go?" She asked, turning on the living room light so her heatwave didn't hurt your tired eyes.

"Nowhere" you replied.

"Snuck out with Wanda again?" She asked, you frowned and shook your head. "I haven't seen or heard from Wanda since…nevermind" you sat down on the sofa and took off your boots. "Since you and her got high?" Yelena watched your every movement, "h-how did you know?" You asked. "Wanda told me, you've been spending a lot of time with her" she sat in the armchair across from you.

"Does that matter? She's a friend"

"No, it doesn't. I just" she paused and took a mouthful of water before sighing softly, "I just wanted to know if I had upset you or something" she adds. "Upset me? Why would you think that?" You frowned again. "Because плющ you've been distance with me. I asked if you wanted to spend some time together and you asked if Wanda was coming, and you barely speak to any of us at the moment. I just wanted to make sure you were okay" she admits, looking into your eyes. You wanted so much to tell her that it wasn't her or anybody else making you feel the way you do but you thought if you told her that things didn't feel right then it would become another issue for them to worry about.

"плющ, talk to me, please. I can see something is bothering you" she breaks your thoughts once more. "I'm f-fine сестра" you lied, hating every moment of it. Yelena shook her head, "you're lying" she mumbled and took another mouthful of water. "Yelena, I'm fine!" You snapped and stood from the sofa, "плющ" she spoke in a soft tone, "sit down and talk to me. It's just us" she adds while looking up at you, "I just want to spend some time with you, I don't care what we talk about" she explained. You could see that Yelena didn't like showing this soft side of her and she wouldn't offer this side of her again for a while if you shut her out once again.

Slowly you sat back down and looked at your older sister. You wondered which one of you looked more like your mother or which one of you looked more like your father. You wondered if your parents were even still alive, did they look for you? Or were you both born into this world without the true love and affection of a mother and father. "Have you heard anything more from Asya?" She asked. You shook your head, "my phone is full of texts from unknown numbers" as you sat back on the sofa.

"Saying what?" Yelena frowned.

"It doesn't matter"

"плющ" Yelena looked at you with eyes full of worry. "Horrible things. Things at are all true" you confessed. Yelena leaned forward slightly, "what things плющ" she said more sternly. Your eyes built with tears as you remembered some of the messages, you'd read from people you couldn't name or describe. "That I need to pay for what I did to Grace. That I should be put away, dead even" tears feel freely from your eyes, "all things that are true! I should pay for what I did, I should be in a prison cell, I s-shou- "

"No!" Yelena stood from her seat as she cut you off, she walked over to you and sat beside you, pulling you in for a hug. "it's true, сестра" you broke down, "I don't belong here" you added.

"You do belong here. Dreykov is to blame for Grace. I will deal with Asya, I promise" she held you tighter as you lost control of your emotions, "don't do anything сестра, please. I will do what is right when the time comes" you sobbed. "If you think I'm going to sit back and let this сука make you feel like this any longer, you're wrong" Yelena replied.

"сестра please" you begged as you pulled away from her slightly, "I'm tired of being a problem, I am tired of making things worse for everybody. I heard Melina and Natasha talking…. If you…if you do anythi- "

"Listen to me" she cut you off once more, "you are my sister, my baby sister, you could never be a problem to me. It is my job to protect you, it my job to look out for you, it is my job to make sure you are safe and that you have a friend to lean on. Shit isn't normal for us, I know but what is normal is you and I, by blood, by name, by looks. Nobody, not even Dreykov can take that away" she wiped your tears that didn't stop, she said all the things you needed to hear but still it didn't change how you felt deep down, and the dark cloud of death seemed to grow bigger.

"I…I love you сестра" Yelena said softly as she looked deep into your eyes. She saw the darkness that had consumed your mind, she saw the fight you wanted to give up and it worried her more than she's ever worried about anything. You hugged her tightly as a reply feeling the safety she had to offer and eventually drifted off to sleep in her arms where she let you.

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Yelena had her own secret that she'd kept from you and after hearing how you felt, she hated herself for telling Wanda to keep a distance from you. Her intentions were good but after last night she knew she had made a mistake. You started to miss Wanda and wondered if she truly was out of town or if your confession had scared her. You'd never felt those feelings before, not for anybody and for you to confess them to somebody was big enough but Yelena wasn't to know that you'd told Wanda about your crush.

That day you spent by the river alone once more. It was a hot day but that didn't stop you from getting lost in your thoughts as you watched countless wildlife creep up to the river for a drink and wonder back into the woods undisturbed by your presence.

"Мэри" Wanda's voice entered your thoughts before you saw her climb up onto the rock, "Мэри" she repeated snapping you out of it. "W-Wanda? Y-you're back" you looked at her but all she saw was sadness. She gently brought a hand up to up your right cheek, her thumb strokes your skin softly. You turned your head away from her, "I'm sorry" she spoke, "I didn't mean to disappear like that, I swear" she added.

"W-was it because of what I said?" You asked, still not looking at her. "No" she smiled softly to herself at the memory, "I only did what Yelena asked" Wanda admitted. You turned to face her again, this time with a frown.

"What do you mean? What did Yelena ask?"

"Yelena asked me to give you space for a few days…. I…I thought that's what you wanted" Wanda lightly frowned when it was clear that Yelena did this without your acknowledgement. "I hated not seeing you and it's only been a few days" she added. "Yelena told you to give me space? Why?" you asked, ignoring her last comment.

"I don't think she likes the idea of us"

"Oh" your eyes dropped, "Hey" Wanda gently cupped your face once more and brought it up to look at her, "I like the idea of us" she looked into your eyes "and I like you too" she added. You wished her words changed the way you felt but they didn't, and your eyes dropped once more. "Please look at me" Wanda spoke softly, your eyes looking up at her slowly, her thumb gently stroking your face once more, "can I give you something?" She asked. Her question confused you slightly but you nodded anyway. "Good" she whispered.

Wanda leaned in closer to you, her eyes dropping to your lips as she moved closer to your lips. Your heart started to race, and you sore you felt sweat in the palms of your hands the closer she got. Wanda smiled softly as she reached your lips; your body froze as you felt her lips connect with yours. They were soft and warm, you wanted more, you never wanted her to stop as she deepened the kiss, bringing her free hand to cup your other cheek. You were too sure if you kissing her back was what you were supposed to do but it felt right, and you kissed her back just as hard.

Wanda smiled against your lips once the two of you remembered the need for air was strong. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as Wanda pulled back, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You wore a smile on your lips that you couldn't hide. Wanda licked her lips and smiled softly once more. "Can we d- "

"Yes" Wanda nodded already knowing your question, "we can do it as much and whenever you feel like it" she spoke, and you liked that idea very much.

"Can you forgive me?" She asked.

"After that? Yes" you nodded with a soft smile, "I'd like to that again, if you don't mind" you added. Wanda chuckled before gently placing her lips on yours once more, this time the kiss was softer and slightly longer, you took a mental note to remember the giddy and fluttering feeling Wanda's lips gave you so you could add it to your sketch book.

That night you couldn't stop thinking about the feel of Wanda's lips as she gave you your first ever kiss. You've read about moments in books and seen it displayed at school and sometimes catching Melina and Alexei kiss but it never crossed your mind that you'd be doing it with somebody, ever. That is not to say that you weren't mad at Yelena, you just didn't want to end the day getting into an argument with her.

Everything was fine until your eyes started to drape shut.

"You must come!! He's so close! Please I'm begging you! Don't leave me out her for him!! Help!!"

The cries for help returned once again as expected. This time you weren't giving up.

"Help me!!! Please!!!"

You followed the cries deep into the woods once again, this time going deeper than any night before. A heatwave soon caught your attention as you wandered in its direction.

Yelena was woken by Natasha lightly shaking her, "Yelena wake up, it's Y/n she's gone again" she spoke as Yelena woke. "What do you mean gone?" She rubbed her eyes. "Into the woods, I've been keeping an eye on her each night. She's good further tonight get up. I'm waking Melina and Alexei" she explained before leaving the bedroom.

"You're so close I can see you! Please help me! I want to go home, I'm so scared"

The young voice spoke as you got closer to the heatwave. "I'm coming" you said and kept walking.

"She can't have gotten far" Melina said as she hurried to put her boots on. "If she's sleep walking, it's possible" Natasha replied. "You should've told us!" Melina looked up at Nat with concern. "Enough, it doesn't matter right now" Alexei stopped the two from breaking into an argument as he grabbed his handgun. Yelena stormed down the stairs in a rush, not caring for anybody she bumped into on her way out the back door. "Yelena! Wait!" Natasha called.

"No! She's my sister! I'll find her" Yelena snapped then continued walking towards the woods.

"He's coming! PLEASE!!"

The cries got louder as you hurried through the woods, the heatwave becoming bigger and the cries for help seemed closer.

"Where are you?!" You called out.

"Just a little more! I can see you; I am stuck! Please hurry"

The voice replied giving you another hint of the direction it came from. After a few more passing moments the heatwave you picked up disappeared leaving you confused.

"I can't believe it" a voice spoke with a chuckle, "you actually came" the voice stepped into the moonlight. "Asya?!" You frowned, your stomach dropping. "Surprise!" She laughed, "that was so easy and kind of adorable how worried you were" she circled around you, "running out here like a little puppy" she adds.

"Enough!" A deeper voice emerged from the darkness of the woods in front of you. Your stomach turned as you came face to face with the deeper voice before you felt a prick like pinch to your neck and your vision blurred out before you saw darkness.

"Take her to the jet" Dreykov muttered to his guards as one scooped you up from the hard group. "Good job Asya" he turned to her "but you won't be coming back with us" he adds.

"W-what do you mean?" She stuttered. Dreykov looked to another one of his guards, "стереть ее" he spoke before making his way back into the woods towards the jet. With the command, Asya was executed without a sound.

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"Y/n!" Yelena called out to you as did the others as they made their way through the woods.

"Guys!" Yelena called out to the others once she almost tripped over Asya's body. Melina caught up and flashed the flashlight on her before kneeling to feel for a pulse. "She's still warm" Melina looked up, "Y/n can't be far" she added. "What the hell is Asya doing out here" Yelena frowned as she looked up at Natasha, "where the hell is my sister?!" She added.

The four searched the woods till the early hours of the morning, there was no sign of you anywhere.

"He has her, I know it!" Yelena turned and snapped at the other three.

"Yelena, we can't think like that" Melina took a step towards her, but Yelena shook her head and stormed by them, making her way back to the house. The other followed behind with a fair distance behind her. "Whatever happened here tonight was enough for Y/n to leave Asya like that" Natasha spoke, breaking the silence. "We don't know if she killed her" Melina looked to Nat, a hint of worry filling her eyes as she looked over to Alexei. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him as they walked, "she is a strong girl, she'll come home" he assured her.

Yelena didn't waste any time calling Kate and Wanda for help when she got back to the house. "I think I might know where she is" Wanda spoke with hope, "but you guys can't come with me. I promised her it was a place she could go if she needed" she added.

"I'm coming!" Yelena stood her ground.

"Just stay with Kate. If Y/n is where I think she is, I'll text you and I'll bring her back"

"No! I don't know what the hell you tow have going on but she's my sister! I promised her I'd protect her, I promised to be there for her! We're coming with you"

"Yelena, please! Just trust me on this. Y-you don't know how important this place has been for her"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Yelena stepped forward. Wanda's jaw clenched as Yelena's eyes filled with anger. "Guys, this isn't the time to fight! We need to find Y/n" Kate inserted herself before anything could happen. "We are coming with you" Yelena said again with more sternness to her tone giving the two a few more moments of strong eye contact before Wanda nodded lightly, "fine" she mumbled.

Wanda took Yelena and Kate through the woods to the river side where she hoped deeply that you would be sitting on the rock like she usually found you. "How much further?" Yelena asked in a frustrated tone. "Sh…she should be here. This…this is our spot" Wanda replied, her heart sunk to her stomach when you were sitting on the rock with your sketch book or glazing at the water. "Well, she's not here so that was a waste of time" Yelena turned to start walking back to the house. "Lena, wait" Kate stopped her and looked between her two friends.

"You both know Y/n well enough. Yelena you're her sister and Wanda, she's close with you. Has she ever mentioned anything about leaving or running away?" Kate asked.

"No!" Yelena replied without a second thought.

"Yes"

"What? No, she hasn't! What are you talking about?" Yelena frowned.

"She told me. She said she hated feeling like a problem and that if she went away that everything would go back to normal for you and the others" Wanda explained.

"You spend a few weeks with my sister and suddenly you think you know her? Does she know about you? About the mind reading and the magic? Or did you leave that information out?!"

"Yelena, stop!" Kate spoke, trying to avoid an argument.

"I know more than you think, Yelena! You're upset and I understand that. We're all worried but don't blame me for this! If she has ran off, maybe it's because you failed to tell her you asked me to keep my distance after she told me she had feelings for me!"

"Guys, please! This is not the time to fight" Kate stepped in once more. Yelena's eyes dropped to Wanda's feet, "You told her about that?" She asked. Wanda nodded, "I wasn't going to lie to her. She deserved to know the truth. Yelena, she thought she scared me off, that I wasn't" Wanda stopped herself from saying another further, "Kate's right, we need to find her"

"Wasn't what?!" Yelena looked up at Wanda once more.

"We should split up and see if maybe she's just hiding out around her somewhere" Wanda ignored Yelena.

"Wasn't what, Wanda? Answer the question" Yelena repeated. Wanda threw her head back slightly to keep herself from crying with worry. "She thought I wasn't interested. That I didn't feel the same! You made her feel that I wanted nothing to do with her!" She snapped wanting Yelena to stop digging for more information. "You like her?" Yelena asked.

"Like? It doesn't matter"

"Tell me! Do you have feelings for her?!"

"Yes Yelena! I do! I think she's the best thing to have walked into my life after all that shit with HYDRA! She made me feel again! Is that what you want to hear?! Y/n is out there somewhere and you're fucking worried if I have feelings for her! Fucks sake, Yelena!"

Kate was taken back by Wanda's tone and her words left Yelena speechless. "I'm going to look for her and if I find her, I'll call!" Wanda said before storming off into the woods. "Wanda!! Come back!" Kate called only to be ignored.

"Let her go" Yelena spoke turning her back to Kate so she wouldn't see the tears in her eyes, "I know where she is" she added. "Then let's go get her!" Kate said with hope, but Yelena shook her head, "we can't" tears fell from her eyes, "I don't know where she's gone but I know where she's going" she spoke softly before making the slow walk back to the house leaving Kate behind.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #fanfiction

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borathae · 2 years ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #29 - Doodles]

“When Jungkook doodles on your back.”

Genre: domestic Fluff

Warnings: casual nudity but it’s not sexual, kissies, they are so CUTE

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: just something short and sweet because i miss them :( also this is a hundred percent a regular thing between those two 🥺🧡

It was a warm summer's night. The opened swing doors let in the smell of ocean salt and the sound of crickets. Your shirts have been off for quite some time as the weather was just too hot for clothes and on your coffee table a finished plate of snacks is waiting to be cleaned up.

Inside you have your vinyl player playing, because Jungkook insisted that using it is peak romance and "tonight is all about romance".

It didn’t actually start off as a romantic evening. You were merely discussing the new tattoo you are planning on getting (Jungkook will do it obviously) when Jungkook had the brilliant idea of practicing its placement.

It started off innocent. Jungkook got the finished sketch while you took off your shirt to make space for him.

Your tattoo was supposed to go on your upper back. Your shoulder blade to be more exact. You told Jungkook to design something related to the coast and he did. Around three inch in size and with the most intricate of details. You loved it instantly.

Jungkook then spent a good hour recreating the tattoo on your back, working quietly while you were shivering in relaxation. Back scratches are your weakness after all.

Romance soon however began seeping into the evening. The tattoo was finished but the desire to doodle remained.

Jungkook put on music and together you created your little snuggle spot on the floor on top of your cuddle blankets and with too many pillows to count.

Jungkook got his skin safe doodle pencils, which he got solely for drawing on your body and then the fun began. He doodled on your back while you relaxed and shivered each time he brushed over an especially sensitive spot and every now and then you could listen to Jungkook sing to one of the songs. It was the perfect evening, it really was.

Almost your entire back is covered by now, serving as a canvas for the most beautiful artworks ever. You haven’t seen them yet, but this was your husband you were talking about here and his doodles are always the most beautiful ever.

"Oh no", Jungkook whispers.

"Messed up?"

"Mh-hm yeah."

Jungkook fixes his mistake by wetting his thumb and wiping your skin. You don’t mind the feeling, not with how nasty the two of you are during your wilder times. A little bit of his spit can’t disgust you.

"What were you drawing?" you ask him.

"Just some flowers, but the stem looks weird. I gotta redo it."

His thumb leaves your skin. He wipes you dry with the help of his pointer finger and then begins drawing again.

The pencil is soft on your skin, sending an enjoyable shiver over your skin. His hand is warm, dancing over your body in snych with the patterns he draws. Every now and then you can feel the tickle of his fingertips as he outlines what he drew to check for any mistakes.

You relax in a sigh.

"Honestly Koo, I could fall asleep just like this", you mumble.

"You know you can, I’ll keep you safe."

"You're talking as if we're in some life or death situation."

"You never know. Maybe a bear randomly appears while you sleep. What then? You’d be happy to have me."

"Really?" you are already snickering in preparation for his silly joke.

"Yeah, cause I’ll be fighting it."

"Of course", you cackle, "cause you'd be able to fight a bear."

"Don't underestimate me. I fought many bears before."

"Did you now?"

"Yeah. There was this one time where Yoongi, Tae and I were camping in the woods and then a bear snuck into our camp and I had to fight it."

"Wow, that sounds dangerous. How come you never told me about that?"

"Because I didn’t wanna worry you."

"Ah I see, obviously", you say, grinning, "you doofus."

"Hey", Jungkook complains and slaps your ass.

"Ah", you gasp, "what the heck babe, that was really strong. My butt hurts now."

"That's what you get", he says, rubbing your butt as an apology, “sorry.”

You send him an annoyed glance, rolling your eyes.

"You'll get that back", you murmur, snuggling back into the pillows.

Jungkook snickers boyishly and returns to drawing his pretty flower.

It will be the last piece of the painting. Jungkook wants to continue, but your back physically has no space left anymore. So he sadly has to make this flower the last doodle, if he wants to or not.

He finishes the stem with a little swirl.

"Done", he says and traces the finished drawing with his thumb.

"Wait. Like done done?"

"Yeah, your back's covered all over."

You huff out air, "I'm sad, I want more."

"Same, but wait”, he slaps your ass again, “I'll take a picture.”

And with that he gets up and hurries to get your polaroid camera.

“Stop slapping my ass, you idiot!” you call after him.

He returns after a moment, “sorry that you’ve got such a yummy peach just out and about. I can’t resist”, he says and sits down on the back of your thighs.

You laugh because he is so silly and stupid and you love him so much.

"Hold still", he says, guiding the camera to his eye.

The flash goes up, the shutter clicks then the purring of the camera printing out the picture.

Jungkook takes it, shakes it twice and places it on the blanket.

"And?"

"Can’t tell yet. It’s developing", he says, lifting his hips so you could flip on your back.

He sits back down, resting his weight on your crotch.

"Stay like this", he says, lifting the camera.

"Kook, I’m not even wearing a shirt", you complain in a giggle, covering your boobs with the help of your hand.

“So? Put your hands away I wanna have boobies”, he says, tugging at your wrist whilst looking through the camera.

“Urgh fine”, you give in, intertwining your fingers with him.

Click.

Jungkook's face reappears. He is grinning brightly.

"You're so pretty", he says, placing the picture next to the first one.

"I am?"

“Yeah so pretty”, he says, leaning down to press a big smooch on each of your boobs. Then a kiss on your left collarbone and a little bite to your shoulder.

“Mhm Koo feels good.”

He hums softly and kisses your neck in a way that it would tickle.

You giggle, fighting him off with a little push.

“Don’t it tickles.”

“Baby”, he coos and chases you.

“Koo please”, you squeak, cackling.

Jungkook chuckles and rolls off your lap to cuddle into your side. You shift and wiggle to find your perfect snuggle position, fighting each other with giggles in your chests because Jungkook is still trying to tickle you. You end up with Jungkook’s arm under your head while you are facing him in the end.

“You’re the worst”, you mumble.

"You're the prettiest", he says, pecking your forehead.

"So are you", you tell him, melting closer.

Your eyes meet. You kiss each other’s lips in a quick peck, feeling tingly. He pulls back with a smile, tracing your cheek with his fingertips.

"Should we take a picture?" you suggest.

"Yeah? Like in a selfie?"

"Mh-hm, we didn’t take selfies in ages."

"We didn’t. Okay, come here baby let's take a pic."

You and him squish against each other. Cheek against cheek while Jungkook is lifting the camera up.

You smile, as does Jungkook.

The flash goes off, the shutter clicks and the camera gives you the picture.

"Another one", Jungkook says and turns his head to smooch your cheek.

"Kook", you squeak in happiness, smiling oh so brightly.

Jungkook takes a picture of that moment. You glowing in happiness while he kisses your cheek.

The picture will turn out a little blurry, but neither of you will care.

Jungkook places the camera next to the photos after taking the picture. He rolls to his side, facing you that way and hooking his arms behind your head.

"You're so cheeky", you tell him, caressing his chest.

"I wanna have a new pic for my wallet. It’s perfect."

"I want a copy too."

"Yeah, you get the other one."

"Wow okay, so you get the really cute one?"

"The other one's cute too. You look so pretty on it."

"You don’t even know how I look on it yet."

"Don't have to, I just know."

You grin, "you old cheeseball."

Jungkook smirks confidently and pinches your cheek softly.

"Wanna see the doodles?"

"Yeah show me."

Jungkook fetches the developed polaroid of your back and hands it to you.

"Wow, Googie", you gasp, "those are all so pretty."

"You think so? I just doodled though."

"I can't even see it. I like them all so much."

Jungkook shies away, even going so far as to nuzzle into your hair. It makes looking at the polaroid impossible, but you don’t mind because you can cuddle Jungkook instead.

"You smell nice", he murmurs and kisses your forehead.

"You too", you whisper and sigh contently.

Tonight is perfect, it truly is.

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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago

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The Agreement Chapter 6: Happily Ever After

Series: The Agreement

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Mature themes, alludes to sex.

Song Inspirations for this series are here

Word Count: 4,306

A/N: Well, here we are at the final chapter. Thanks to everyone that stuck with me through this.

Chapter 1 was supposed to be a one-shot and would have stood that way well. Everyone who read it was happy with the ending. Not one person asked for a follow-up. It was my brain that kept going, hey, no, Liam would not just accept this and leave things alone.

Thanks to all my readers that appreciate the little polycules that I like to build. I think you all know by now that I do not have an OTP. I have an OT3.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley pushed the door to the cabin open with her hip, a large platter of freshly sliced watermelon in her hands.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she called out as her oldest son nearly knocked her over.

“Sorry, mom!” was all she got as he barreled past.

“Jax! Be careful!” Drake admonished the child, waving a spatula in the air from his spot behind the grill.

“He’s fine!” Riley laughed as she watched him duck behind the garden shed. On the other side of the yard, his brother finished counting to twenty and set out to seek the hiders.

Liam jumped up from his chair next to the fire pit and took the tray from her hands, “Here, let me do that. Where do you want it?”

“On that table.” Riley motioned to the wooden picnic table on her left, under the giant shade tree.

It was one of four handmade tables scattered around the clearing in front of the cabin.

“What is this?” Riley gazed down at the paper Drake had thrust into her hands.

“A sketch of a picnic table.”

“I can see that!” She laughed, “I meant, why are you showing me a sketch of a picnic table?”

“I’m going to build one! Actually, two. You know what? Maybe three!”

“Okay, why three?”

“So we have options about where to sit. I want to put one right outside the front door and one down by the dock and one on the side near the woods and maybe one more near the fire pit!” He gestured excitedly around the clearing as he talked.

“That’s four.” She told him trying to smother her amusement.

“Yes, well, we’ll have plenty of room for company when we have cookouts and you know, plenty of room for the kids to spread out.”

“Spread out? Jax is only two and Jace isn’t even born yet!” She said as her hands cradled her baby bump.

Drake wrapped his arms around her from behind, covering her hands with his own. “But they’ll grow, Riley and we’ll have more.”

Drake had been right, Riley reflected as she listened to the kids playing in the distance.

They made a point to spend time at the cabin at least once a month. While there was plenty of outside to explore at Valtoria, Drake insisted it was good for the kids to get away from the estate, and the palace, regularly, to see what real people lived like and spend time without servants.

Her children had healed her in a lot of ways. Having a life of her own, and a family of her own had gone a long way toward mending the cracks in her heart. Drake had given her all of that. She had finally given herself permission to have all of that, without Liam.

She had finally built a life without Liam. And yet, Liam hadn’t gone away.

“Riley,” Drake stuck his head in the room where she was rocking Jax, “Liam’s here.”

“Okay…”

“Is he asleep?” He asked, stepping the rest of the way into the room.

She nodded, “I don’t want to wake him.”

“I’ll take him.” Drake shifted his sleeping four month old son from his wife’s arms into his own.

“You’re the only one that can do that without waking him.” She marveled.

“You still act surprised at my superior parenting abilities. I have skills, Riley.”

“That you do.” She laughed softly as she handed her child over to his father.

Liam appeared in the doorway. Riley held a finger to her nose as Drake eased past him and out of the room.

“Sorry.” Liam whispered after Drake had left the room, “Is it a bad time?”

“It’s fine.” Riley said, “Just don’t want to wake him. It took me forever to get him asleep. He’s cutting his first tooth. You were not kidding about how rough that is!”

“You handle it well. You’re glowing, love. Motherhood suits you.”

“Thanks, but you might need your eyes examined. I’m a mess. I’m exhausted.”

“You’re happy.” He observed.

She returned his smile, “I am.”

“I’m glad. Your happiness means a lot to me.”

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead. I had an unexpected break in my scheduled and I just wanted to see you. I have something for you.”

“Liam, I don’t need any-“

“No, no, it’s not a physical gift, can I see your phone for a moment?” He asked as he typed something into his own.

“Sure…” Riley handed him her phone, “Now I’m curious!”

Liam accepted the invitation he had just sent her then swiped open her calendar, before handing it back to her, “Here!”

Riley glanced down at her phone, she now had two calendars available. Her own, and his. “What am I looking at?”

“It’s my itinerary, love.”

“Okay….”

“No, watch!” Liam tapped something on his phone and Riley’s phone dinged.

“What?” She glanced down to see a new item added to the itinerary, “Liam loves Riley.”

“Liam!” She gasped, “You can’t put that on there! Doesn’t your staff have access to this?”

He laughed, “They do, but I have levels and categories on here. The items in red can only be seen by me and you.”

She tilted her head up to look at him, “Ok, that is pretty cool. But why do I need access to your entire day planner?”

“So, you know where I’m at and what I’m doing at all times. If I have dinner scheduled with you, for example, and get called away on an emergency, you’ll know it. No more waiting without knowing.”

“Liam!” Her eyes filled with tears, “Why didn’t you do this years ago?”

“Because I was a clueless idiot who didn’t think of it until now. I’m sorry, Riley. This last year and a half has opened my eyes…a lot.”

She smiled, “Being on the receiving end sucks, huh?”

“Yes!” He agreed readily, “I don’t like being an outside observer to your life, Riley and I deeply regret ever making you feel that way about mine. I understand I have a lot to make up for, but I hope this is a start.”

Liam and Riley had gradually rebuilt their relationship. At the beginning that had looked a lot like giving her space as she adjusted to motherhood.

Liam started calling and texting her daily. He started dropping by regularly. Thursday evenings were blocked out on his schedule and marked as private. He spent that time at Valtoria and only a true emergency could override it.

When she was comfortable enough to leave Jax for the night, they had the first real date they’d had in years.

The limo pulled up at the most elegant fine dining venue in Valtoria. There were no other customers, the entire place had been rented for the night.

She was ushered inside and escorted to one of the private dining areas.

Liam was waiting, standing, staring out a window when she arrived. He turned toward her and sucked in his breath as his eyes fell down her body.

He hurried across the room to greet her, “Wow. You look amazing!”

“Thank you.” She dropped her eyes away as he pulled out a chair for her.

“What’s wrong? Are you nervous?” He asked.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Why?” Surely his feelings for her could not be in doubt, but after everything they’d been through, he couldn’t take chances on a miscommunication happening again.

“I don’t know…between me leaving for Texas, the pregnancy, and the first eight months of motherhood, it’s been almost two years since you and I have been alone together.”

“I’m aware.” He gave her a slight smile, “Trust me. It’s been torture for me. But my feelings haven’t changed, Riley, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I just don’t want to get hurt again Liam and I don’t want to lose myself again.”

“I understand that. We’re going to do it better this time, ok? I promise! I’m going to communicate with you, I’m going to include you in decisions, not just make them for you.”

Everything he had done to protect her had ended up destroying her.

“It wasn’t just you. I’m the one that stopped living my life to make myself available to you at a moment’s notice. You didn’t ask me to do that. I just need you to understand that I can’t, and I won’t, do that anymore.”

“Oh, I’ve gotten the memo, love.”

Any insecurities she had harbored about his reaction to the changes in her body since the last time they had been intimate were put firmly to rest later that night.

Liam had been true to his word and accepted Drake’s place in her life. Drake had been true to his and done nothing to interfere in Liam pursuing a relationship with her. All he had asked for was honesty, and she had given it to him.

“Are you finally ready to talk to me about your feelings for Liam?”

“Yes.” She twisted her wedding ring nervously on her finger. “But first, I need you to know how I feel about you.”

“What?” He looked at her in surprise.

“I love you, Drake.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. I mean, I really, truly, deeply love you. I don’t think I would have survived the relationship with Liam without you. Your friendship and support have been the greatest things to ever happen to me. I don’t understand how you can be so selfless and amazing.”

“You make it easy.”

“I’m serious, Drake. I know that you think I love Liam more than you. I need you to understand that no matter what happens with Liam, nothing changes between us. Otherwise, I can’t move forward with him.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I love him, and I don’t think I will ever be completely whole without him in my life, but I know that my life makes no sense at all without you in it. So I need you to be sure about all of this.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I just want you both to be happy. That’s all I care about.”

Her feelings for Liam would always be complex, but she needed the simplicity of Drake’s love to anchor her and she always would.

The decision to have more children had been easy. Riley had always wanted a big family.

The decision as to who the father of her children should be had also been easy.

He rolled over in the bed and pulled her naked body into his. As he nuzzled into her neck, he told her, “We can still have a child together, you know.”

“No, Liam. We can’t.” She said regretfully as her fingers traced across the back of his hand.

He lifted his head to peer into her face, “Why not? It’s what you always wanted!”

“I wanted children, Liam, and yes, I wanted them with you. But that wasn’t in the cards we were dealt. You have Xander and Drake and I have Jax. I want more kids, but I want them with Drake.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to confuse them, or Xander for that matter. I want my children to have the same father, to be full siblings to each other, and not to have to split time between two homes.”

Liam sighed, “I am disappointed, but I understand your reasoning. Drake is a good father and he’s been good to you.”

“I’m glad you understand, but I wasn’t asking your permission.”

Liam chuckled softly as he resumed nipping at the tender flesh just below her ear, “Damn. I like it when you’re savage!”

The question of whether Liam should have another child or not was something he had never expected to come up. He had believed that question had been asked and answered with Alexander’s conception.

Once again, he had been wrong.

“Cordonia should have a spare.”

“What?” Liam looked up from his plate in shock, “I told you, Madi, I am never doing that to you again. I can’t.”

“I know, Liam. We can do invitro.”

He sat his fork on the edge of the plate and leaned back in his chair, regarding her thoughtfully, “I thought you were worried about the optics.”

“I was. But it’s been years, Liam. Cordonia is thriving, the monarchy is stable. We don’t have to divulge the details to the public, and even if they leak, no one has to know why. I’m getting older, people will just assume we’ve had issues conceiving. Besides, I was hoping….” She trailed off as she twirled her water glass nervously.

“You were hoping what?”

“That you’d be okay with Cassie being involved this time.” A bright red flush crept across Madeleine’s alabaster skin at the mention of his cousin, her lover.

Madeleine and Cassie had met when Cassie had come for an extended visit just after Xander’s third birthday. They had gotten to know each other, and things had progressed from there the usual way.

“I have no objections to either thing.” He had always wanted another child; he had just been unwilling to consider conceiving one the typical way with anyone other than Riley. Not again.

Cassie and Liam had always been close, she was great with Xander and he loved her.

“So are the two of you getting more serious?” He asked carefully.

He was aware of their relationship, but his wife wasn’t big on sharing details. She nodded as she gulped down her water. Setting her glass down she told him, “With your permission, I would like to invite her to move in. Permanently.”

Liam covered his smile with his napkin. “As opposed to what she’s doing now?”

Cassie had been a fairly permanent fixture at the palace for the last two years.

Madeleine cleared her throat as she studied the tablecloth, “Well, this would make it official. I mean, she just spent a month at home over the summer, and every time she leaves, I have this low level anxiety that she might not come back. It may seem silly, but I just want things more…settled.”

Liam leaned across the table to pat the top of her hand, “I understand. Yes, you have my blessing to shack up with my cousin. Nothing could make me happier for you, or her to be honest. You both deserve to be happy.”

“And the baby?”

“As long as it’s understood that I will be just as involved as I am with Xander. I’m not giving up my role as a father, but I am more than happy for Cassie to be as involved as she wants. Two moms for the price of one isn’t the worst thing that could happen to a child. But…”

“But?”

“There is one person I have to discuss it with first.”

“Riley.” Madeleine nodded, “I do understand, especially after the way your relationship fell apart after Xander was born.”

“Yes, well, that situation was different.”

“Indeed. And she has children with Drake now.”

“She does.” Liam picked up his fork to resume eating, “I’ll discuss it with her as soon as possible and get back to you.”

He had learned his lesson about not communicating.

Riley glanced across the clearing to where Madeleine happily bounced a six month old Eleanor on her hip while Cassie fed her pieces of fruit from her plate.

The crown prince of Cordonia, Alexander Rys, Xander for short, raced around the clearing playing hide and go seek with the three Walker boys, Jax, Jace, and Jansen.

They hadn’t meant to give them all J names, it had just happened that way.

Only the youngest had escaped without one.

Riley and Drake’s only daughter barreled right into her father.

“Oof!” He sat the spatula down so he could give her his full attention, “What’s up, baby girl?”

“Daddy! I saw mommy kissing uncle Liam!” Charlotte told him with a pout.

Drake bent down to get on eye level with his daughter, “You did?”

Charlotte nodded her head vigorously.

“That’s because mommy loves him. And he loves her.”

“But mommy loves you!”

“She does.” He affirmed, “And I love her. She loves both of us.”

Charlotte regarded him solemnly with her deep velvet brown eyes for a moment, “So…like the way she’s my mommy but also the boy’s mommy?”

“Yes, baby girl, exactly like that.”

Her face cleared and brightened, “That’s really cool!”

Drake’s eyes tracked across the clearing to his wife and his best friend, “It is.” He agreed.

It wasn’t conventional, but it wasn’t unheard of either. He had never felt like his relationship with her was less than because of the one she maintained with Liam.

He had meant it all those years ago when he told her he wasn’t the possessive type and that he would never make her choose between them.

He had kept every promise he’d ever made to her. And she had kept hers to him.

They had kept their promises to each other, including the one to visit the ranch in Texas every year.

Bianca was delighted to have her grandchildren visit so often and shooed Drake and Riley away so she could babysit, making their yearly trip to Texas their time for reconnection.

Riley communicated with Liam sporadically while they were in Texas, but Liam understood that the ranch was her and Drake’s special time for bonding and keeping their connection strong. Just like Drake understood Riley’s yearly trip to New York with Liam was theirs.

Riley left Valtoria in Hana’s capable hands and Drake left the guard in the hands of his second in command for the duration of their trip.

Resuming his position in the guard had not been something he had asked for, but it was something that he was grateful for.

“There’s an opening in the King’s Guard, I need someone I can trust.”

Drake looked up in surprise, “I thought you said that if we moved to Valtoria, I could never come back to the guard.”

“Yes, well, that was petty and shortsighted of me. It was unfair to you, and it was detrimental to your unit. You’re a good guardsman, Drake. I’d be honored to have you back if you’re willing to overlook what a colossal ass I was.”

“I don’t know. There are so many duties here…”

“Nothing that Hana can’t do in your place.” Riley said quickly, “She’s been assisting us both for years. I’ll just appoint her Prime Minister and she can officially take over all your duties.”

“Are you saying you don’t need me, Riley?”

“I’m saying that I know you’re not happy governing! The guard made you happy. I’m saying that if it’s what you want, then do it and I’ll support you. I can handle Valtoria. I have Hana, and Max to help me. Maybe it’s your turn to be happy.”

“I am happy. You make me happy!” He pulled her into his arms for emphasis.

“Drake.” She took his face in her hands, “Remember when you told me that it wasn’t my relationship with Liam that you objected to, but the way it hurt me because I gave up so much of myself for it?”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts, babe. I don’t want you to give up your dream job for me. I mean, you already did. But you can have it back and I want, no, I need you to take it!”

“It’ll mean a lot more time spent at the palace.”

“That’s fine. We can split our time. It’s only a two hour drive and we still have our rooms there.”

Drake slid a considering look in Liam’s direction, “Is that why you’re offering me the position? To get us, her, back under your roof?”

Liam laughed, “No. I mean, I won’t lie. The thought did occur to me that Riley being nearby more often might be a fringe benefit. But Drake, even if she never sets foot in the palace again, I would still be offering you this position, because you deserve it, because I owe it to you and because you’re the most qualified person for the job.”

Liam was quiet for a moment, then softly added, “Because I love you, man. I miss having you there too, you know.”

Liam and Drake’s relationship was repaired, Liam and Riley’s relationship was repaired, and Riley had actually formed a relationship with Madeleine.

Riley followed the maître d’ to a cordoned-off section of the restaurant. She took her seat at a round table covered with a pristine, crisp white tablecloth. Yellow flowers graced the center, gleaming silverware lay next to white dinnerware with gold edging and sparkling crystal water glasses.

She pulled off her sunglasses as she took the seat across from the queen. “Madeleine.”

“Riley.”

Madeleine gave swift instructions to the waiter and he disappeared to execute them.

“Why am I here?” Riley asked.

“The answer is two-fold. One is for damage control.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean….” Madeleine sat her water on the table and leaned across to ensure privacy, “Your little weekend retreat with my husband didn’t go unnoticed by the press.”

“We were careful. No one saw us together.”

“True. But you were in the same place at the same time, both without your spouse.”

“Yes. I see your point.”

“This luncheon should put any rumors to rest. The two us seen being friendly will go a long way towards quashing them.”

“Ok. Protect the reputation of the crown. Complete self-interest. That tracks. What’s the second reason?”

Madeleine sighed as the waiter deposited food on the table. She waited for him to retreat to resume speaking, “I need you to know I’m not your enemy.”

“And yet you treated me horribly during the social season and the engagement tour.”

“We were rivals, were we not? Competing for the same thing?”

“And what were we competing for?”

“The crown of course.”

“I never cared about that. I only wanted Liam, the man.”

“But Liam the man comes with the crown, Riley. You know that.”

“Indeed. It’s been ground into me at this point.”

“I never wanted his heart or his body for that matter. Just the crown.”

“Yes, I never understood why you wanted the crown so badly.”

“I had my reasons.” Reasons having to do with her father and his expectations. She sighed again.

A lot of pain could have been avoided if Godfrey and Constantine had stayed out of things.

But she was queen now, for better or worse, and there was no going back and changing things.

“You say you didn’t want Liam, the man…”

“I didn’t and I don’t.”

“Hm.”

“Why do you think I offered the arrangement?”

“To get him to agree to marry you. If only your offer had been in good faith.”

“It was.”

“Yet you stood in our way at every possible opportunity.”

“I did.”

Riley’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow. Well, I never expected you to admit it!”

“I saw you as a threat, Riley. It was so painfully obvious how in love with you he was. Is.” She paused as she buttered her roll and collected her thoughts, “I was afraid he was going to back out of our agreement, or just be so obvious that everyone would figure it out.”

“Liam is a man of his word.” Riley was painfully aware of that fact.

“He is. I see that now. And I….I regret the pain I caused you both.”

Riley dropped her fork into her salad as she stared at the other woman in shock.

Madeleine looked truly penitent and contrite.

Riley felt shock course through her, “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Madeleine flushed, “I just wanted to offer my apology and the promise that I won’t interfere again. I respect Liam and you make him happy. He deserves to be happy.”

“Wow.” Riley studied Madeleine’s face for a moment before asking, “Who is she?”

“What?” It was Madeleine’s turn to drop her fork.

Riley smiled her first genuine smile since she’d sat down, “Only love changes someone like that. Is it Cassie?”

Madeleine glanced wildly around the restaurant. No one was near enough to overhear them. She turned her eyes back to Riley, her cheeks still pinkened with emotion, “Yes. It’s Cassie.”

“Burgers are ready!” Drake yelled.

“Oh, good!” Hana said as she came out of the cabin carrying a pitcher of lemonade. She called back over her shoulder, “Lena! Food!”

“Coming!” Lena bounded out of the cabin with an armful of plates. She paused long enough to drop a kiss on Hana’s cheek on her way to put the plates on the table closest to the grill.

“So, how’s that going?” Riley asked as Hana set the lemonade next to the watermelon.

“Good.” Hana blushed, “Lena is amazing!”

Riley looked around the clearing at the rest of their guests.

Savannah and Bertrand’s two sons, Bartie and Atticus had joined in the game with the rest of the children while their parents chatted animatedly with Max and his husband, Alec.

Leo and Olivia were making out on the edge of the dock.

Drake came up behind Riley and slid his arms around her as she watched Liam take Eleanor from Madeleine and make silly faces at her.

Riley leaned back against her husband’s chest and sighed in contentment. All of her friends were happy. Her children were happy. Liam and Drake were happy. She was happy.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Drake whispered in her ear.

“I was just thinking that you were wrong about one thing.” She said as her hands covered his.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned his chin on her shoulder, “What’s that?”

“The tables.” She told him, “We needed more than four.”

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Aizawa was sitting at the dining room table in the living room grading papers. His hair was half up giving me a good look at his profile from where I sat across the room, openly gawking at him. The sleeves of his grey shirt were rolled up, exposing strong forearms and ending in long lithe fingers.

He'd been so tired from teaching at UA and being a pro hero this was the first time I'd seen him doing regular adult tasks. I was afraid I'd spook him so I sat quietly and sketched his features. His strong jawline and dark eyes were the only thing that filled my sketch book.

I had to find other things to occupy my time since sex had pretty much left the room after he started teaching. I wasn't upset about it, just a little sexually frustrated but it wasn't anything a few batteries and an Aizawa spank bank didn't fix. So my drawings eventually got very good.

The oven beeped to tell me it was ready and preheated so I set my sketchbook down on the kitchen table and started putting dinner together. Placing my earbuds in my ear I absently danced around the kitchen as I chopped potatoes and marinated steak. The next song started with a slow sensual beat as I placed the potatoes in the oven.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my hip before Aizawa took an earbud out of my ear. "Oh shit, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't bother you did I?"

He'd placed the earbud in his own ear as he still moved my hips with the music, his own movements mirroring my own. His eyes were closed and he was humming along with the tune, so I did the same and continued moving my body. He followed every roll and swivel of my hips, glad I'd chosen yoga pants as I could feel him pressed against me.

"You didn't interrupt me, y/n," he said quietly as the song ended, leaning down to brush his lips against my neck. "I just didn't want to let a beautiful woman dance by herself. What are you making, kitten?"

It had been awhile since I'd heard him call me that and it went straight to my core. His voice always had a way of stroking my deep secret places. It was like melted chocolate or a warm cozy fireplace during a cold snowy night. I rubbed the gooseflesh on my arm.

"You finished grading all your papers?" I replied, my mouth suddenly very dry. "I think I'll do some grilled steak once the potatoes are close to being done. I had a taste for meat today."

"I can help with that craving, kitten." He said in between each kiss he placed on my neck, grinding into me with the rhythm of the next song that was coming through the earbuds. "I've been neglecting my kitten for too long and it's time to rectify that. You've been so patient with me even though we both know I don't deserve your time and attention."

"Mmm you do deserve me so stop being silly," I commented softly. My eyelids fluttered closed when his warm breath ghosted across my skin and I reached my hand up to grab his hair. His fingers tightened on my hips as I grinded against his hard body. "You also haven't been neglecting me, Shouta. Why would you think that?"

His strong forearm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. Following the beat of the song with his hips flush against mine was really clouding my mind. He'd always had that effect on me but it had been a few months so it somehow seemed more potent. I could feel the heat rolling off his body and warm my skin, my nipples hardening against the thin f/c tank top. I almost didn't notice as he turned off the oven and stove, a tingle shot through me at the implications.

"I found your toy in the bedroom. I think it's really sexy." He growled softly before dragging his tongue up the curve of my neck before blowing on it gently. "When did my kitten use that sinful little toy? While I was gone protecting the city? Or maybe while I was at UA you were home with that toy deep inside of you, moaning my name?"

He smelled so good. A heady dark scent like woods and just pure man. It was distracting me and coupled with the heat from his hard body and his growl in my ear if someone asked where I was I don't think I could've answered.

"Sometimes." I answered honestly, my lips were parted and I was panting softly while I tried to focus on his questions. "Sometimes we would be in bed and I wouldn't want to wake you so I would slowly fuck myself with it."

I felt his arm around my waist flex at my admittance and his other hand reached up to grab my breasts through my shirt, tugging at my nipples. My pants were getting deeper and I could feel him hot and heavy against the curve of my ass. I could cum right here, just like this if he didn't stop playing with me.

"Mm I'm sorry I didn't realize how badly you needed me, kitten." He spun me around to face him, one hand pressing against my lower back and the other squeezing my ass. "Look at you, already putty in my hands aren't you? Let me kiss it better, kitten."

His soft lips pressed against mine and my core clenched, soaking my panties. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I slid my tongue into his mouth, humming softly at his sweet taste. His tongue swirled around mine before sucking on it softly, gripping my ass roughly in his hand. He greedily swallowed my moans while he kissed me, hot desire clenching in my lower belly almost painfully.

Shouta pulled away so I could breath, his lips trailing down my chin to my neck. It took a second for my brain to kick back on and listen to what he said.

"It's not your fault," I gasped out as his teeth grazed my neck. "You're keeping everyone safe and teaching new heroes. Don't worry about me, daddy."

My fingers found their way in his hair as he bit my neck, making me cry out. He was right though. I was completely putty in his hands. If he stepped away from me right now I would've fallen to the floor. I felt my back press against the kitchen wall, not knowing when we moved.

The sound of ripping fabric went straight to my core as he tore my shirt off of my body. I would've chastised him but I couldn't find a single fuck to give at that moment. I settled with grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off in one swift move, biting my lip at the sight of his hard body. His muscles had gotten more defined since I'd last seen him, all the extra training with the students and his normal pro hero regimen clearly working in his favor and mine.

"I love when you look at me like that, kitten." He groaned softly, his hands tugging and pinching my nipples. "Show me how much you missed me."

"Gladly."

I kissed my way down his chest, dragging my tongue along every line and curve of the muscles on his chest. Hooking my fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants, I settled myself on my knees and kissed just under his belly button. I slowly revealed more of himself to me as if I was unwrapping a present slowly to savor the moment.

Once I finally had his pants out of my way I placed a kiss on the head of his cock. The long thick shaft was already impossibly hard and licked the tip to collect the thick, creamy precum that gathered at the tip. I noticed the music continuing to play in my ear. The beat was slow but steady giving me the idea to follow the tempo.

I slid my hands up his thighs, lightly dragging my nails against his skin as I slid him into my mouth. He groaned long and low, his fingers moving to my hair. I slowly bobbed my head to the sensual beat, swirling my tongue around the tip on every up stroke. I gripped his ass to help control the pace as I felt his body tense up.

I had no intention of letting up. I planned on savoring every noise, taste, and feeling as I bobbed my head slowly. My core ached for him to fill me up while I clenched around nothing. Both of his hands tightened in my hair as his moans grew louder.

"Don't swallow your milk, kitten." He growled out through clenched teeth, his head falling back as a deep moan left his throat. It was my only warning before his cum coated the inside of my mouth, hot and thick. I moaned softly at the taste, sucking his cock clean before looking up at him. "Show me what a good little kitten you are."

I opened my mouth, moving his cum around on my tongue. Shouta had a way of making me think about only pleasing him, embarrassment be damned. He bit his lip as he watched me play with my food, his eyes growing darker from lust.

"What a pretty fucking kitten you are. I think I should walk you upstairs." He said slowly, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips as his scarf floated around me. The fabric secured one end around my throat and the other was securely in Shouta's hand. "Take your pants off….leave your pretty f/c panties."

I did as I was told, not being able to remove my pants fast enough. After I took off the offending fabric I got on my hands and knees, excited for what was coming next when the sexy male towering above me pulled on the makeshift leash. I meowed softly and began crawling beside him, my hips swaying side to side slowly.

Shouta let me lead the way, my panties soaked and clinging to my sex as I felt his eyes on me. Low growls left him as he leaned down to caress my ass before smacking it, a sharp sting tingling the abused cheek.

"Such a good kitten deserves a reward." He growled out approvingly as I crossed the threshold to the bedroom we shared. Pulling me to a stop, his palm cupped my sex roughly. "I think I wanna string you up, kitty. With your legs spread so lewdly." He dragged his tongue up my cheek, slowly. "I think I should fuck you with your naughty toy while I bite that pretty clit." He pressed his palm more firmly against me making me mewl, pitifully. "Then I want to pump you so full of my hot milk you have my pups. I want to watch my hot milk slide out of your slutty hole until your crying, kitten."

I was squirming at his words, desperate for his hand to move against me. I tried my best to beg around the delicious cum that filled my mouth.

He chuckled softly at my attempts before he lifted me up. His scarf attached to hooks we had placed in the ceiling, for obvious reasons, draping to create our own person swing. He set me down on the swing before moving over to the dresser where he retrieved my toy and the choke collar he had made for me.

I watched him as he fastened the collar around my neck, the anticipation making my clit twitch. Shouta trailed his fingers down my neck to my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples and earning a throaty moan from me.

"Keep my milk in your mouth, kitten, or I'll leave you just like this with no relief." Shouta teased before nipping at my skin with his teeth.

I had no time to respond before feeling the tip of the dildo slide up and down my slit, parting my lips achingly slow. A strained sound left my throat as I watched Shouta, his eyes fixed on my sex as his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. He locked eyes with me before a slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in. He made sure I was watching him as his tongue flicked against my clit.

Sparks lit underneath my skin at the touch, nearly making me swallow his cum. I couldn't stop myself from tangling my fingers in his hair from such a small touch. I felt him chuckle before he closed his lips around my clit, sliding the toy in deep and slow at the same time.

The mewl that fell from my closed mouth sounded helpless and lewd to my ears, my thighs trembling as he sucked on my clit and fucked me. I wasn't going to last long. His wet lips sucked my clit into his wet hot mouth, his tongue abusing the small bundle of nerves as he slid the toy in and out of my body.

I nearly choked on Shouta's cum, earning an approving groan as he devoured and teased me. Pulling the toy out of me he chucked it across the room, replacing the silicone cock with his tongue. The wonderful little muscle danced and swirled inside of my hole and it took all of my control not to scream his name.

Shouta panted and moaned as if I was the best meal he'd ever had, slurping up my arousal with fervor. His fingers squeezed my thighs as he tried to bury his face farther into my sex, the stubble on his chin adding a delicious sensation.

"Swallow daddy's cum and squirt in my mouth, kitten." Shouta growled against my slit before burying his tongue as deep inside of my body as it could possibly go.

I swallowed the cum and drool before I screamed his name, my back arching as I squirted into his waiting mouth. Hearing him choke around my arousal nearly brought me to the edge again. Nipping and sucking on my inner thigh before he pulled away, the look in his eyes excited me.

His lips were shiny with my arousal. His eyes were feral and full of lust as he grabbed the chain attached to my collar and pulled me to him, his lips crashing against mine. I moaned as our flavors mingled on my tongue and his hard cock pressed against my slit. The hard length snuggled between my lower lips.

I moaned as he moved his hips back and forth, coating himself in my slickness. I purred softly against his lips, falling back into the swing and lifting my hips. Shouta was impossibly hard and hot against my wanting body, more soft mewls falling from my swollen lips.

"Does the slutty kitten want my fat cock?" He growled, still sliding back and forth with strained control. "You want it so bad your little pussy keeps trying to suck me in. You feel so fucking good."

"Pl-please, daddy." I whimpered softly. "Fuck me silly."

He grinned as if that's all he'd been waiting for and slammed into me, his loud groan mixing with my scream of bliss. He stretched me to the point of breaking, my body twitching at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck, kitten." He growled out through gritted teeth. "Such a tight fucking fit. Oh shit!"

His fingers dug into my hips, the pleasure and pain mixing until I couldn't tell the difference. He began to move, the swing helping the fluidity of his thrusts. I dragged my nails down his chest, angry red lines appearing in their wake as a feral moan tore from me. All of my sexual frustration and desire pouring out of me in that one sound, earning a hard thrust from Shouta.

"That's right, kitten. I want all of it. Give me everything you've got!" He groaned as he thrust hard into my body. He punished my pussy with his hard thrusts and I loved every second of it. A slow smile spreading across my face as I moaned my pleasure, nearly screaming as he used my body.

"Daddy yes!" I screamed as my head lolled back, one of his hands sliding up to grip my neck while the other kept a firm hold of my hips. The leverage from him holding my neck made his thrusts harder and faster, the tingles and shocks getting stronger in my slide belly. Every thrust brushed against my cervix, my legs trying to spread wider so he could get closer.

Shouta's thrusts began to become erratic, his moans growing wild and loud. His hand left my hip and slid between us so he could pinch my clit roughly sending me flying over the edge with a scream. I squirted as I came all over his hard cock, my body trembling with aftershocks. He came shortly after, moaning my name as he filled my body.

We stayed like that, panting and exhausted. After a moment he lifted my body from the swing and laid me down on the bed, snuggling beside me and covering both of us with a fluffy comforter.

"I'm not done with you, y/n," he said softly before kissing my forehead. "But you can rest for now."

"Yes, sir." I sleepily chuckled as I nuzzled against him and drifted off into a resting sleep

#aizawa #shouta aizawa #shouta x reader #shouta x you #fem reader #female reader #eraserhead #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha aizawa #mr aizawa #my hero academia aizawa #lemon #smut #fic #fanfic #oneshot #reader insert

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strawberryjimin13 · 3 years ago

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Bewitching | kth | Prologue

Summary: All you wanted to do was visit your aunt in Salem. What you didn’t sign up for was being accused of being a witch and almost being executed. But when a handsome gentleman comes around and saves you, you decide to help him fight against the atrocities committed by the authorities with their baseless accusations about witches and executing innocent lives.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: based on the Salem witch trials, historical au, strangers to lovers, rebel!tae , eventual smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: swearing, murder, gore mentions of executions, alcohol consumption (more warnings will be added as the series progresses)

A/n: okay so I’m scared because this is my first fic here hehe. Hopefully you all enjoy.

P.s: the prologue is narrators perspective the pov might change in the future!

This is swearly unedited

The night hung high above her, peeping through the rough, thick arms of trees that loomed over her small figure, adorned with crumbling, drying leaves that shook fervently in fear. The wind blew songs in her ear, whispering small things she didn’t have the mind to pay heed to.

The silence was deafening, only the hammering hammering sound of her pounding heart frantically beating in her chest echoing through her eardrums. Y/n sprinted by way of the darkish and uninviting wooded area, her brain was once racing quicker than her toes. Twinges and branches assailed her face as she desperately thought of a way to lose those following her.

Y/n’s dress clad form stumbled forward, the lack of oxygen causing her throat to burn and eyes brim with tears.

“How could this happen!?” She silently argued with the voice in her head.

All she wanted to do was visit her aunt in Salem village and now here she was being accused of doing witchcraft. Even her aunt betrayed her once the blame came to her daughter that Y/n had been the one to bewitch her daughter!

It was a terrifying ordeal knowing she might not make it and would suffer the terrible fate of either being burned alive or being hanged. She shook her head at these thoughts, NO! She had to keep her feet moving. Adrenaline surged through her body making her hyper aware of her surroundings.

From afar she spots a light shinning from a cottage, Since she was on the outskirts of the village, she decided to sought refuge there. The occupants of the cottage were a married couple and their two children who ushered Y/n in after witnessing her disheveled form.

A sudden knocking steals their attention and the father moves to open the door but not before Y/n holds onto his arm, fear swirling in her eyes. “Please save me. I swear I’m not what they claim I am to be. I am being falsely accused” the panic in her voice was evident.

The father looked towards his wife before moving towards the door and opening it to find guards on the other side asking for Y/n’s whereabouts. While that conversation is happening, the kids lead her to a hiding spot. Once the guards leave she emerges from the hiding spot and thanks the family for their kindness. What she doesn’t notice is the sudden coldness in their eyes.

The warm stew offered to Y/n calmed her nerves down and she explained her predicament to the family who decided to let her stay the night.

The next morning Y/n opened her eyes but instantly closed them as the sun irritated her eyes. Her throat felt dry and she was suddenly aware of her bound limbs sending her into a panic. Her attempts of wiggling out went in vain. Opening her eyes once again she was greeted by the faces of the Salem village citizens who were giving her unpleasant looks.

She suddenly saw a poster with her name and a rough sketch and a large sum of money for whoever was able to capture her and bring her to authorities and suddenly everything made sense. If only she hadn’t let her guard down around the “kind family”. She notices her parents fighting the guards to get to her but nothing was working.

Losing all hope Y/n gave one last smile to her parents and closed her eyes accepting this cruel fate bestowed upon her. The sun above her was blazing like titans fiery wheel in the sky, the warmth of the rays reminding her of the hugs her mother and head pats her father gave her.

So with a smile plastered on her face, she bid her last farewell as she lost all consciousness. She was dead.

Or so she thought because she woke up for the second time that day. This time she found herself in an abandoned house covered in dust and as she was surveying her surroundings, a very handsome man entered her room.

“Hello! I see you are awake little lady. My name is Taehyung” he introduced himself enthusiastically but Y/n was left speechless because she had heard stories about him from the village folkes…

That’s right…He was Kim Taehyung. One among the only 7 men accused of witchcraft who had all managed to escape and were rebelling against the authorities unjust accusations. Many riots were started by them but no one ever saw them in the flesh. But you knew it was him who saved her life because no one else in the village cared if she lived or not.

“You must be wondering how I saved you?” Y/n almost instantly nodded her head with curiosity.

“Well… I will enlighten you soon darling but first we must get going. We are still on the outskirts of the village and there is a high chance of getting caught so come let’s go” he said. Y/n followed him without a word because she had no other place to go to.

Little did she know this was going to be one hell of a journey of her life…

Tags: @loquacious11

#taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #taehyung imagine #taehyung fanfiction #taehyungs angst #taehyung historical au #bts imagines

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arrantsnowdrop · 3 years ago

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Tavern Tales - Fíli x Dwarf!Reader

Summary: Reader goes out drinking with her best friend Kíli and his brother Fíli, whom she’s liked for a while. Feelings are revealed when he carries her home after she’s become too drunk to function properly.

Warnings: drinking/alchol/hungover-ness/vomiting, about 3,500 words

A/N: Two fics in two days- uncharacteristic of me, I know. I’m on vacation in a writing mood, what can I say. Enjoy! :)

You had been born after the fall of Erebor, after Kind Thráin II had settled the area in the Southern Blue Mountains, during a time when very few dwarves were born. You wouldn’t say you were a lonely child, and of course you loved all your fellow dwarves, but the several century age difference between you and everyone else was enough to make them poor companions in some regards. All focused on work, mining and forging (things you had no interest in), so you spent most of your time alone, exploring the forests surrounding your home.

Then you’d met Kíli one afternoon on a trip to the forges with your father. He’d been sent there himself as a punishment for some prank he’d pulled, but had dropped the armful of tools he’d been carrying the moment he saw you.

“You don’t look old!” he said, smiling wide.

“Neither do you! I thought I was the only dwarf under fifty in this city,” you’d exclaimed, a smile of similar size on your own face.

“Save for my brother, so did I!” The young dark-haired dwarf stuck his hand out from under the pile of tools he was carrying. “My name’s Kíli.”

“Y/N,” you said, gladly shaking his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” he laughed.

Since then you’d been practically inseparable, both of you sharing a hatred for the mines and instead spending most of every day in the woods. You would sketch any and all unique looking plants, while he would lead the two of you down overgrown trails to the tune of old traveling songs. You would chastise him for hacking away at random plants with the swords his uncle had given him, and he would apologize by reciting terrible poetry. It was, in your opinion, an amazing friendship.

Kíli had also introduced you to the small population of young dwarves in Ered Luin. Though few, several of the noble families had decided to have children after coming to the Blue Mountains. It was fun having a small group of friends, and you’d always been grateful to Kíli for introducing you to them.

There was, however, one young dwarf who rarely frequented your gatherings: Fíli, Kíli’s older brother and heir to the throne. As Kíli had put it himself, his brother was more concerned with his future as king than with enjoying his youth (“His loss,” Kíli said, “you and I are excellent company.”).

Fíli spent most of his time observing court meetings and reading. He also enjoyed practicing his swordsmanship, but never with his younger brother (much to Kíli’s rather loud chagrin). Occasionally, the blonde dwarf would accompany your group of friends when you went out, but he usually stayed off to the side and rarely engaged in conversation. You could count on two hands all the times he’d talked to you, and yet the fact he never seemed to pay you much attention never swayed your fondness for him.

Of course you had developed feelings for the one dwarf who rarely cast his gaze in your direction. Fíli was incredibly handsome, and you even found his overly pensive nature attractive. And whenever he smiled or even laughed (which was not so often), your heart did flip flops in your chest.

Naturally, Kíli teased you relentlessly about your infatuation with his brother. You’d punched him in the gut many times as a result, though you doubted he’d stop bringing it up any time soon.

It was a brisk fall afternoon. You and Kili had spent most of the day lounging by a river you had discovered a few weeks ago, and were now making your way back into the city. Your friends had decided to go out drinking that night, and you had about half an hour before you were all supposed to meet outside the palace.

“How much do you want to bet my brother will be waiting inside to scold me for skipping the court meeting today?” Kíli asked as you climbed up the steps of the palace. You gasped and glared at him.

“You didn’t tell me you were skipping a meeting today!” you exclaimed, smacking him across the chest. He laughed heartily, you rolling your eyes at his indolence.

“If I had told you, you wouldn’t have let me leave the city,” he retorted.

“Oh, now your brother is going to blame me for your poor judgement,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“What a pity!” Kíli stated with a mocking smile, the two of you making your way through the large palace doors (which always remained propped open during the day). You quickly caught sight of a familiar and rather cross looking dwarf standing next to a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Ah, dear brother!” Kíli called out enthusiastically. Fíli rolled his eyes, walking over to you slowly.

“And where were you today?” he asked coldly. You practically shivered at his tone of voice.

“Clearly, we were very missed,” Kíli said to you. You tried and failed to stifle your laugh, looking down at your feet when Fíli sent you a pointed glare.

“Y/N and I decided to go exploring today, which we both think is a far better use of my time than sitting through some boring meeting,” Kíli said matter-of-factly. Your head snapped up at the mention of your name.

“Do not rope me into this,” you warned, sending him a dangerous look.

“Sorry,” he grinned, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“You’re in a lot of trouble with uncle,” Fíli said, a small smirk on his face.

“And I’m sure you find that so funny,” Kíli huffed.

“He says you’re going to have to clean the dining hall,” Fíli added, grinning and his brother’s face paled. Dwarves were notoriously messy eaters, and the dining hall had been in a state of disarray for as long as you could remember. Cleaning it was a near impossible task.

You, however, were more focused on the smile adorning Fíli’s face than the gravity of the punishment assigned to his younger brother.

“You should probably get started tonight, Kí,” Fíli said. Kíli huffed and crossed his arms.

“Absolutely not, Y/N and I are going out drinking,” he dismissed. Fíli looked at you and raised his eyebrows quizzically.

“Y/N?” he asked.

“Fíli, you were literally there when we planned this outing,” you reported. As much as you liked Fíli, you would never willingly sacrifice your best drinking buddy.

“You should come with us, Fí!” Kíli said, eyes lighting up as he grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sure you could use some fresh air after being cooped up all day-”

“A tavern won’t have fresh air,” Fíli interrupted, “and I’ll have you know I took a lovely stroll in the courtyard at noon.”

“C’mon, Fíli, come with us,” you encouraged, cringing internally at your own words and hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

“I don’t know if that’s a wise idea-”

“Fíli! Fíli! Fíli!” Kíli chanted, prancing around his older brother.

“Kíli, cut it out!”

“You need to have some fun, old man,” Kíli declared, you laughing loudly as he jumped on his brother’s back.

“This is not the way to convince me!” Fíli huffed, trying to shake Kíli off.

“Pleaaasssee,” Kíli whined, wrapping his arms around his brother’s neck. Fíli groaned and threw his hands up in defeat.

“Fine!” he shouted, throwing his brother off his back.

“Yay!” Kíli shouted, clapping his hands together gleefully as you doubled over laughing. “Fíli, you idiot, you’ve killed Y/N!”

“My stomach doesn’t feel so great,” you giggled as Kíli helped you stand upright.

“Your stomach isn’t going to feel so great in a few hours, either,” Kíli replied with a suggestive look. Fíli raised his eyebrows once again.

“Oh shut up,” you groaned, pushing Kíli away. “I’ve decided I won’t be drinking much tonight, anyways.”

“That’s the biggest shit I’ve ever heard.”

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Several hours and many, many drinks later, you and Kíli were dancing wildly on top of a table to the fast-paced music of the tavern’s band.

Most of your friends were also dancing (on the floor, however, which you found significantly less fun), though some had gotten involved in various drinking games. It had been a very fun night, and even though Fíli had stayed seated in the corner for most of it, you could’ve sworn you caught him smiling once or twice.

You’d begun to pass into the threshold of what Kíli called “quite drunk.” The floaty feeling you’d had for the past hour or so had begun to morph into dizziness. You clutched Kíli’s arm tightly as you swayed on the table, both of you laughing heartily at some joke you’d already forgotten. He wrapped his arms around you in an effort to steady you better.

“Didn’t you say you weren't going to drink much tonight?” he teased, not sounding even slightly drunk. He’d always had such a better alcohol tolerance than you

“To quote this one dwarf I know, that’s the biggest shit I’ve ever heard,” you slurred, giggling happily as you stumbled around.

Kíli rolled his eyes and let go of you, your eyes widening as you fell backwards off the table.

You began to shout out curses at Kíli, eyes closing as you prepared to hit the floor, but instead felt yourself tumble into a strong pair of arms.

You stopped swearing, opening your eyes tentatively and grinning when you saw your blonde-haired savior. His blue eyes were gazing down at you softly, which was weird because he was looking at you, wasn’t he? But you were quite drunk, so perhaps your mind was making up the caring look on his face.

“Fíli,” you drawled, giggling as he smiled at you. He looked back up to where Kíli was still dancing - now alone - on the table.

“What am I to do with the lovely lass?” he shouted over the loud music.

“He thinks I’m lovely!” you called happily to Kíli.

“Bring her home,” Kíli laughed, hopping off the table and patting your shoulder. Fíli nodded and began heading for the door.

“Bye-bye Kíli!” you called over Fíli’s shoulder.

“You behave!” Kíli shouted in reply, winking at you as Fíli carried you out the door.

All at once the world was so much quieter and darker. You glanced up, immediately captivated by the stars standing out against the murky blue-black night. The crunch of Fíli’s boots against the gravel of the road brought you back to reality, and you snuggled against his chest.

“I thought you were sitting in the corner,” you said finally, looking at Fíli.

“I was, then I saw you might need rescuing, so I got up,” he replied cheekily. He looked down at you and smiled, and you felt your face flush.

“You saved me,” you said in a sing-song voice, resting your head on his shoulder. In your drunken state you had forgotten all your typical inhibitions.

“Indeed I did,” he said softly, turning onto your street. Kíli always forced the group to drink close to your house, knowing you would pass out sooner than everyone else. It wasn’t your fault you were a lightweight.

“Your beard is so soft and pretty,” you yawned, eyes fluttering closed.

“Thank you,” Fíli replied, chuckling.

“It makes you look like a lion,” you mumbled, roaring quietly for emphatic effect. He chuckled, bending down to retrieve your spare house key from under a rock. You gasped, slapping his chest softly.

“How did you know that was there?” you whisper-shouted, eyes wide. He grinned, shaking his head at you as he unlocked your door and carried you into your house.

“I have my ways,” he teased. He turned the light on, setting the key down on your countertop. You reached your hands out in the direction of your bedroom, eager to cocoon yourself in your plentiful blanket collection.

“My bed, my bed,” you whined, Fíli laughing as he reached up to grab a glass from one of your cabinets.

“That is not my bed,” you pouted.

“You need water,” he retorted knowingly, setting the glass down and filling it from your pitcher. You had to admit, it was attractive the way he did this all with one arm, all while holding you.

“Thank you,” he said, casting you a small smirk. Had you said that out loud?

“Yes, you did,” he said again, your face flushing red in embarrassment.

“It’s hard to think quietly when I’m drunk,” you huffed, rubbing the side of your face against his shoulder and yawning.

“I’ll get you to bed soon, little one,” he said softly, resting his chin against the top of your head as he grabbed your water and turned towards your bedroom.

“I like that name,” you giggled, bringing a hand up to play with Fíli’s beard.

“I’ll be sure to use it again, then.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, giggling as his face began to turn pink. He shushed you with a smile, using his shoulder to push your bedroom door open.

You grinned, eyes closed as he set you down on your comforter. You made a grab for the blanket at the foot of your bed, but he playfully swatted your hand away, picking it up himself. You sighed as he began tucking it around you, a content smile painted across your face.

“Thank you,” you murmured, pressing a small kiss to his hand as he adjusted the top of the blanket.

“Of course,” he whispered, glancing at the clock in the corner of your room. “I should go.”

You shook your head, opening your eyes slightly and taking in the sight of him above you, braids and beard slightly rumpled from when you were in his arms, eyes filled with an adoration you hoped would still be there in the morning.

“Stay,” you whispered, pleading. You reached out from under the blanket he had so carefully placed around you and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards you.

“Stay,” you repeated, closing your eyes and nestling your head against your pillow.

The last thing you felt was the weight of him sitting down next to you on your bed before you drifted off to sleep.

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You heard the birds chirping outside your window before you opened your eyes, turning your head into your pillow to avoid the sun streaming onto your face from the pillow. Soft snores were coming from the floor next to your bed, and you opened your eyes slowly to see Fíli fast asleep on your carpet.

Your eyebrows shot up, suddenly wide awake as you looked around yourself, trying to figure out why the heck the dwarf of your dreams was passed out in your home.

You groaned, a wave of nausea passing over you. Ah yes, you’d been out drinking. You had faint memories of Fíli carrying you home and… tucking you into bed? You felt your face heat up at the memory of his hands gently tucking your blanket around you.

Gosh, you’d kissed him. On the cheek, of course, but it was still a kiss. How inappropriate.

Your stomach lurched again, and you bolted out of bed, stepping over Fíli and rushing into the bathroom attached to your room. You heard Fíli stirring from behind you as you vomited into the toilet, embarrassment increasing by the second.

“Y/N?” he muttered. You heard him clamber to his feet as you retched again, heard him walk across your room and stop at the bathroom door. “Are you alright?”

“Never better,” you replied with a thumbs up, not even bothering to look back at him - any movement would only make you more nauseous.

“Kíli told me you were the lightest lightweight he ever knew,” Fíli teased softly, coming to sit behind you and gathering all your hair behind your head. You sighed, leaning into his touch.

“Kíli reveals too many of my personal secrets,” you retorted. Fíli chuckled, and you gulped as you felt him rest his head on your back.

“This is nice,” you mumbled. “Save for the fact I’m hurling my guts up.” You finally decided to turn your head around to look at him. “Sorry about that.”

He looked practically angelic in the morning light, blonde hair almost glowing, blue eyes bright. The smile he gave you made your heart flutter.

“Don’t apologize,” he replied, standing up slowly. “How about I go make us something to eat and you come out when you’re feeling...less like this,” he finished with a hand gesture to the toilet.

You giggled and nodded, turning your head back around as Fíli walked out of the room. You could hear him clamoring around with some pots in the kitchen, laughing to yourself silently when he dropped one on the ground with a loud swear.

When your stomach stopped feeling like an ocean on a stormy day, you stood up slowly, walking back into your room to change into some different clothes. You grabbed your nice fuzzy robe off the back of your chair, loving the way it made you feel like you were wearing your bed, even if it made you look like a middle-aged dwarf.

Fíli grinned as you walked into the kitchen.

“You look just like my mother in the morning,” he teased, laughing when you glared at him.

“She must have good taste,” you snorted. “This robe is more than comfortable.”

You sat down at the table, admiring the way Fíli looked while cooking breakfast. He must have removed his usual coat at some point in the night, leaving him in a white undershirt that did little to hide his toned back and shoulders.

“You’re staring at me,” he stated, smirk audible despite facing the stove. You scoffed.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“It’s alright,” Fíli said with a grin, lifting the pan up from the stovetop and pouring its contents out onto two plates. “I’d stare at me too if I were you.”

Your jaw dropped, Fíli winking at you as he set the two plates on the table and sat down across from you. You burst into laughter, with him smiling at your obvious amusement.

“What a funny joke,” you said finally, looking down at your plate. “Oh Fíli, this looks wonderful!” Eggs, bacon, toast, he’d made a proper breakfast for the two of you to share. You blushed, realizing how domestic this was - far too domestic for two dwarves who hardly hung out enough to be friends.

“Thank you,” Fíli said quietly. You looked up to see him blushing himself, ears tinged pink in the morning sunlight.

“Thank you,” you replied. “For bringing me home last night, for this, for…” You thought back to him holding your hair back in the bathroom, to him tucking you into. “For everything.”

He nodded, a faint smile on his face.

You ignored the awkward silence you could sense setting in, deciding instead to dig into breakfast. You couldn’t remember eating much of anything at the tavern last night, so it was a welcome meal.

You moaned as you took a bite of the bacon, Fíli quirking an eyebrow at you suggestively.

“Don’t mock me, lion man,” you said with a mouthful of food. Fíli laughed, taking a few strips of bacon from his own plate and setting them on yours. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I think you’ll appreciate it more than me, I was never the biggest bacon fan.”

“You’re weird,” you said, “but thank you very much.” He took your free hand in his and squeezed it lightly. You smiled.

“I didn’t know you ever noticed me,” you said softly, looking down at your plate once more.

“What do you mean?”

You looked up, seeing confusion written across his features.

“Until last night,” you clarified, “when you caught me. I didn’t think you ever paid much attention to what I was doing.”

“I’ve always paid attention,” he replied. “Ever since Kíli brought you into the palace that first time and announced he’d found his best friend.” You chuckled at the memory.

“And when you fell down the palace stairs that one time, and when you slapped that dwarf for calling your friend ugly, and when you spent a month tending to that hurt bird you found in the forest until it was well enough for you to set free,” he continued. “Of course I pay attention to you.”

You were speechless, stunned. If the pink of his ears were anything to go by, perhaps your feelings weren’t as one sided as you thought. All those years you’d thought Fíli hadn’t noticed his brother’s best friend...all those years he’d been watching.

You looked to where he was still holding your hand, smiling softly. You pushed your plate aside, grabbing his other hand with your free one and bringing them both up to your face, pressing a light kiss to the back of each one.

“You’re sweet when you’re confessing things, you know?” you said softly, watching as a small smile graced Fíli’s face.

“Would...would you be interested in going out together, tonight, just the two of us?” he asked slowly, cautiously, as if he were still afraid he’d misread you somehow. You just beamed at him, nodding eagerly.

“I would love to.”

#fili x reader #fili #fili imagine #fili x you #kili #kili x platonic reader #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fanfiction

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just-a-dumb-gay · 4 years ago

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I Love Human Stupidity - Lady Dimitrescu X Reader - 1914 Words

Danger follows the reader wherever they go and Alcina gets the joy of witnessing them have the most disaster filled week.

Tags: Reader gender is not specified, I made Daniela a little bitchy but its funny, 5+1 Things

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For once atop the mountain the weather is beautiful. You and Alcina head into the woods out back for a while. But after lunch you got restless and decided some tree climbing was a good idea.

Alcina sits on the blanket she brought out and watches with pride as you scale one of the tallest trees with ease. You have your camera around your neck, taking pictures of every strange bug or leaf on your way up.

You hear Alcina laugh down below when you let out a victory yell as you reach the top of the tree.

You take a few more pictures, the surrounding woods is a stunning sight from so high up. There's also a few crows nearby that you manage to get some good pictures of.

A dark cloud has started appearing on the horizon, and it looks like it's heading straight for Castle Dimitrescu. You start making your way down, not exactly in the mood to get caught in any heavy rainfall.

You make your way down the tree mostly with ease. Although your jeans get caught on a branch and wind up with a hole in the left leg, thankfully you are left uninjured.

When you make it nearer the bottom you hang yourself upside down from a branch, peaking your head through the leaves to say hi to Alcina.

"My dear Y/N, whatever are you doing?" She laughs.

You don't reply, you just go to pull yourself back up. But Alcinas' laughter distracts you, making you accidentally grab a weak branch. It snaps off in your hand, causing you to fall the last couple meters out the tree.

You land with a solid thud and Alcina is immediately by your side asking if you're okay. But you can't reply, you landed straight on your back and it knocked the air out of you.

A few painful moments later once you've got your breath back, you look to the branch still in your hand.

"Fuck" is all you say before laughing,

"Please do not scare me like that." Alcina says, relieved to see you're okay.

2 .

Later in the day you and Alcina are sitting on your shared bed. She is reading and you're attempting to fix the hole in your jeans and a spot where the stitching attacking the sleeve to your shirt came undone as you fell. You were taught from a young age how to sew, but you've never been good at making it look as if there was never a hole at all.

You've already stabbed yourself a few times and Alcina always reminds you to be careful after you mumble swears under your breath. But unfortunately your needle is a little blunt and getting it through your jeans is a much larger task than your shirt.

You push a little too hard and accidentally stab the needle into the side of your thumb, your much louder swear this time catching Alcinas attention.

She puts her book down and retrieves a plaster from the bathroom while you're trying to inspect how deep the needle went.

"That's twice in one day you've hurt yourself." She says as she gently takes your hand and covers the hole.

"Not really my day is it?" You laugh.

"Please at least try to be careful."

"Believe it or not, I do try."

Alcina just stares, waiting for an explanation. But the truth is you don't have one, danger just follows you.

3 .

It's a quiet afternoon in the castle. You're looking around the library, looking for some inspiration to paint. You notice what appears to be a few old sketches of the castle sticking out from books on a top shelf. But there's one problem. They're almost five feet above you.

You look around for a ladder but the only one there looks ancient and ready to break if a rat tried to climb it. So, what do you do instead of asking for help like a normal person? Climb the shelves.

As you begin climbing, Daniela appears next to you nearly scaring you half to death.

"What's all this?" She asks with near to no emotion.

"Trying to reach those sketches up there." You manage to take your hand off the shelf just long enough to point.

"Now this I want to see." She says making herself comfortable on a nearby arm chair.

You decide to just ignore her and continue your climb.

You make reasonably quick progress, making it nearly two feet away from your goal, but the higher you go the less of a grip you can get as the books cover more of the shelves.

Pausing for a moment you try and figure out if there's an easier way to do things, but the movement as you look around causes you to lose your grip. You desperately try to grab at anything before you fall but all you succeed in doing is dragging a few books down with you.

As you're laying on the floor you can hear Daniela laughing, almost fully cackling, nearby. And barely a few seconds later you can hear Alcina's footsteps down the hall.

"What's going on here?" Alcina asks, kneeling beside you to make sure you're okay.

"I love human stupidity." Daniela says through laughter.

"Out. Now." Alcina yells, loud enough you're sure any mice in the walls just ran away.

Daniela follows her mothers order and leaves, still laughing the whole time.

"Are you okay, my love?" Alcina asks once she thinks Daniela is out of earshot, but a loud fake gag comes from the hallway.

"Leave!" Alcina yells in her final warning tone. "What on earth were you trying to do?" She asks, her attention back to you.

"Those damn sketches on the top shelf are being stubborn." You sigh.

Alcina rolls her eyes fondly before helping you up. As you're dusting yourself off, Alcina hands you the sketches.

"Next time please ask for help." She says softly.

You pause for a moment and then simply reply with "Maybe."

4 .

And much to Alcina's frustration, you did not ask for help the next time something was on a high shelf.

You're attempting to make yourself a late night snack, really craving pancakes for some reason you can't figure out. Daniela and the others are out hunting and as far as you're aware Alcina is in your room halfway across the other side of the castle.

You've got everything prepared. Except for the flour and sugar. Which are both on the top shelf.

This time you're smart enough to use a chair to stand on. And all seems to start well, you get the sugar down with ease. But as you stretch on your toes to get the flour you lose your balance.

You fall to the ground, accidentally kicking the chair over as you fall. And you land with your stomach upwards covered in flour.

You sigh in defeat, creating a flour cloud above you, and as you're wondering how you're going to explain this to Alcina the kitchen door opens.

"Y/N, I was just coming to check on you when I heard the crash. Are you okay?"

"No." You say weakly.

Alcina is immediately beside you again, checking for injuries. When You sigh again and say "I don't think there's enough flour left for pancakes." as sadly as you can manage.

Alcina looks down at you and all she can say is "What am I going to do with you?" while smiling.

5 .

You've known since you arrived at the castle that there's multiple hidden passages in the walls. From the small amount of knowledge you have of the castle's structure you've figured out the passages would be only just big enough for an ordinary sized human which is why Alcina never uses them but Daniela can be found using them to sneak around to avoid trouble.

Alcina never wanted you to explore them, she doesn't know what kind of bugs or rats are hidden in them and considering how often danger follows you she doesn't want you to get hurt.

But eventually after a lot of asking, she handed you a torch and led you to the hidden entrance that leads to all the other passages. She leaves to read a book and allows you to explore at your own pace, and as she's walking away she warns you to be careful.

For the most part you do well guessing which room each passage ends in, and so far the hidden doors have been fairly easy to open except for a few which you've had to squeeze your way out of.

You reach the end of the final passage which you think has led you to the library, where Alcina currently is.

You start to push the door open and quickly realize it's going to be one of the stubborn ones. You manage to squeeze half your body out, but then the worst happens. You get stuck.

You take a moment to try and push the door, but even with your full weight it barely budged so now it's not even slightly moving.

Alcina hears you attempting to kick the door and comes to check on you, and immediately starts laughing when she sees the position you're in.

"This is not your week is it?" She teases.

"It really isn't." You say as you toss your torch onto a nearby chair and continue trying to wiggle yourself free.

Alcina watches you for a moment to see if you can free yourself without help, but after a moment you sigh in defeat and ask her for help.

She manages to pull the door open without hurting you too much and you instantly flop down into the chair your torch is on.

Alcina sits beside you, gently taking your hand in her own as she asks if you're alright.

"I think I might've got a few splinters in my legs and stomach from that damn door, but otherwise I'm alright."

Alcina leads you back to your room to help you remove the splinters, but not without giving you a safety lecture on the way.

Daniela tracked some mud in with her late during the night probaly from hunting, but has been nowhere to be found all day to clean up the mess she's made. Alcina had to go into town so you decided to clean up the mess to kill some time.

You started by the front door and have made your way upstairs to the balcony that overlooks the main entrance. But you don't hear Alcina come in over the sound of your headphones.

But what you dohear during the quiet second between songs is a loud thud from down below.

You look over the balcony and see Alcina sitting stunned on the floor, with a freshly mopped and still wet spot by her feet.

"Careful, it's slippery." You tease, Alcina gives you a playful glare and you hold your hands up in defense. "I'm just glad that wasn't me." You laugh, finally happy to be the one danger doesn't hit.

"Did you really do all this without falling once?" Alcina asks as you make your way down the stairs to greet her.

"Yes, I di-" your proud sentence gets cut short as you slip and fall down the last four stairs.

You're stunned for a second but soon the only thing that can be heard is you and Alcina laughing at each others clumsiness.

The End

Prompts from 4 anons:

1 - Lady Dimitrescu with a reader who does a lot crafty things like sewing or something with sharp objects but are also accident prone and pricks themselves or something.

2 - the reader somehow imjures themselves and Alcina scolds them for not being careful but it's bc shes really worried so she takes care of them and comforts them in the end

3 - I'm just imagining Lady Dimitrescu with a very clumsy reader / s/o would be like. Just umagine maybe it's a chill afternoon and it's quiet in the castle. Alcina might be reading something in that main area, down the stairs, and suddenly there is a crash from one of the rooms. She rushes over in concern, opens the door and sees us just lying on the floor. She jst hears a small "I'm okay!" and she goes over to us to gently help us up. maybe going "What on earth were you trying to do, my love?"

"Trying to reach the top shelf for >Insert supply here<"

+1 - Imagine Alcina slipping and falling, like, the noise that's bound to make, and you'd know it was her cause you'd just hear a loud ass thud LMAO

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #theres probably a few typos my bad!

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bitchassbucky · 4 years ago

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📎Word Count: 2.2k

📎Warning/s: smut! minors DNI. mean!fuckboy!bucky x f!reader. unprotected sex. little to no foreplay, because, well, he just wants to get his dick wet. denied orgasm :( no aftercare too lol he’s an asshole in this one. messy facial! some heckin’ words.

📎A/N: jesus fuckiNG CHRIST okay this is one of my longer fics, i’m trying to get back into writing long fics again so, bear with me. fuckboy!bucky playlist to accompany you while reading this <3

📎reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed! shower me with validation pls

📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

The bass line and the drumbeat made your heart pump in sync. The room reeked of cheap drinks and expensive perfume—sweaty patrons swirling, mingling around, keeping their drinks cold, their hearts warm.

Chatter peaked when the band finished the song, a round of applause rising the frontman’s ego. The spotlight shone brightly on him, the stage lights hitting his back, lighting up his silhouette with pinks and purples.

He beams with adrenaline. All perfect smiles.

Slinging his stickered guitar to the side, he speaks into the mic, “thank you all for coming. We’ve been The Commandos. Goodnight!” The frontman flashes his million-dollar, megawatt smile and bows, earning another applause from the audience.

The rest of the band slinked out the back, bowing, giving out air-kisses and waves. Another band piles onto the stage, waving hello to the gathering crowd.

You sigh, the bottom of your shoes sticking to the dirty floor of the bar. The overhead lights of the bar a bright yellow contrast to the stage’s red hue. The beer in your hand condensing, the tips of your fingers damp in the process. The warmth of the place piling on your impatience.

Pushing yourself off the bar, you make your way to the back, one thing echoing in your mind. Familiar faces crowd your vision, sending a polite smile their way.

A door stands in front of you, the wood stained with stickers and posters and autographs. You knock twice before turning the knob.

“Where’s Bucky?” You say, leaning against the door frame. The door slowly swings open.

A blonde man, what’s-his-face, looks at you and puts down a pair of drumsticks, “‘Dunno what to tell ya, but he’s not here.”

Your roll your eyes, sending him a mirthless smile, “yeah, obviously. I was hoping if you could tell him to meet me tonight.”

Steve—you suddenly remembered his name—eyed you head to foot, a smirk plastered on his face, “Sounds important. Why don’t you hang out with us while waiting for him?”

A chuckle escapes your lips, “no, thanks. I’ll meet him outside.”

Steve makes a face, quirking a light brow to the rest of the group. All of them sharing the same look, “alright. Suit yourself.”

The clock ticks just ten minutes after 11, your patience growing thin as a needle. A gaggle of drunk patrons stumbles out the door when you spot him—leather jacket, distressed, ripped pants.

“Where’s my ring?” Without missing a beat.

Bucky’s lips quirk into a smirk, “whoa, baby, we fucked once,” he made you come thrice, “and you’re asking for a ring already?”

A shiver runs up your spine, whether it’s from disgust or something else, it wasn’t clear, “you know what I meant. I left my ring on your nightstand.”

“Deliberately, or…”

Your hands curl up in frustration, your left shin itching, “c’mon. Do you have it or not?”

His intentionally undone boots scuffed against the floor as he stalks closer to you, his perfume invading your olfactory senses. Oh, he smells good.

“D’you wanna find out?” His voice dropping a couple of octaves, whispering into the shell of your ear. His thick arms caging you against the bar and the wall. Fuck, he smells really good.

A feeble attempt to make room goes unnoticed, your breath hitching in your throat, “If you don’t have it on you, I’d gladly receive it through the mail.”

Bucky licks his tinged lips, a vein in his temple ticking—the lighting reflecting in his blue eyes, “why would I mail it to you when you can pick it up from my place?”

A rational voice in your head echoes, fighting with your impulse. The closeness of both of your bodies radiating warmth and electricity.

“Fine.” You relented, impulsivity is what got you there in the first place.

The drive to the place shouldn’t take too long, the little shit deliberately took the long way to his place.

While you sit on the passenger side of his car, he keeps sending you amused glances. As if he couldn’t believe you’d willingly go with him tonight. Well, technically, it really wasn’t part of your plan.

“You wanna get burgers first?” He offers, lowering the music coming from the car’s stereo.

“I wanna get my ring back, Bucky.” You say, reminding him—and yourself—of what your agenda for tonight is.

He dismisses you, as per usual. And pulls over a drive-through of a local burger place, ordering himself a meal.

Instead of getting back out on the highway, he parks the car, rolls down the window, and eats.

“Jesus- fuck, Bucky!” You exclaimed in frustration, “look, if you want to waste my time, then-”

“Then, what?”

“Then go fuck yourself.” You left in a huff, swinging your legs and slamming the car door shut. Hoping that he’d go deaf in one ear.

Making sure that you’re well visible and in a brightly-lit place, you pull out your phone to book an Uber. Only to find Bucky making his way to you for the second time tonight.

“Hey!” Didn’t even used your name to call you, great work!

“I do have it, it’s really back in my place. By the lamp on the bedside table.” The truth lingers out on the night air, waiting for you to acknowledge it.

You meet Bucky’s statement with a wary squint, he meets your rightful doubt with a smile.

“No more stopovers.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bucky’s place is a liminal space for you.

The familiar shadows and corners welcome you, the surfaces on where your bare skin sat hissed at you. You stood by the doorway, not wanting to prolong the journey.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s just me. Sit down.” Exactly, it is him.

You shake your head, leaning by the wall like a stranger, “I’m good. You’re not gonna take long anyway.”

But instead of retrieving your jewelry, his form retreats to the kitchen. A few seconds pass and you hear the crack and hiss of a beer bottle being opened.

“Y’know, I think I’ll just get it myself.” You toe off your shoes, placing them by the door. Your jacket still hanging off your shoulders.

You passed by Bucky, walking towards a love seat, two beers on one hand, “hurry up, then. Got a drink for ya.”

Hazy images play by memory the last time you were here, his damn cologne seeping into your nostrils.

Your head hanging by the edge of the bed as he laps your cunt like a man starved.

The headboard supporting your balance as you bounce up and down his thick cock.

Carpeting that gave your knees burn as he fucked you from behind.

Like an etch-a-sketch, you shake your head to get rid of the scenes that made themselves known.

A shining glint from the bedside table catches your eye, you swipe the ring and stashed it down your jacket pocket.

Coming out of the room with your ring, your slight smile falters as you saw Bucky lounging shirtless. As rightfully so, this is his home anyway.

You steeled yourself despite the heat that’s making its way up to your neck, “uh, I already got it. Thanks, Bucky.”

He shoots you a look—a lingering one. Like a predator about to pounce on prey. His stare chasing the goosebumps under your clothes.

“You sure you wanna go? It’s–” he glances at his phone for the time, “–past midnight.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can.” The setup.

“How about I take care of you for a change?” The trap.

And then just as sudden as your arrival, you find yourself pressed up against the wall. The agenda of the night has already been forgotten.

Bucky’s mouth finds its temporary home on your jaw, moving down your neck. His large hands already clawing their way under your shirt, the suddenness of the moment stirring the heat in your belly.

Rushed hands and panted breaths meet feverish lips.

The moment his tongue slipped into your mouth was the moment where you lost all inhibitions. Your hands fly to his nape, tugging his hair, effectively making him moan into your mouth.

“You know me so well.” He purrs against your lips. Hitching your legs up his hips as he presses you harder against the drywall.

“Lots of people know you so well.” You bite back, knowing for a fact that he sees others behind your back.

“True,” he’s murmuring against your pulse point and you sigh, “you’re my favorite though.”

Your jacket clutters against the floor of his bedroom, along with his pants and your shirt. A yellow stream of light emits from the living room.

Bucky tosses you on the bed, sending the pillows crashing on the floor. Though the room is darkened with curtains, your eyes adjust enough to see him as he pulls your ankles towards him.

His abs are chiseled like a Greek god, his skin tanned, decorated with tattoos. His left nipple adorns a stainless steel piercing. Like the last time, he grabs your hand, trailing it along his torso, letting you feel his deep v-lines.

A lewd moan escapes your lips as you cup his hardening cock through his boxers. Thick and heavy, a perfect fit.

“You like it?” Bucky taunts, jutting his hips against your hand. You squeeze him lightly, earning you a deep groan from the man above you.

His hand suddenly tightens around your throat, pulling your head towards him, “I asked you a question.”

Giving him a small nod and a meek yeah seemed to have sufficed until he flips you on your stomach and forces your face down the bed.

Your skirt joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your panties do too.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t ya?” Bucky taunts, one thick finger swiping the wetness between your folds. Spreading it around as preparation. A muffled confirmation made him chuckle as he pinches your clit with intention.

Taking his leaking cock out of his boxers, he swipes the bead of precum from his angry-red tip. He takes his sweet, sweet time before even thinking about pushing into your pussy.

Bucky drags the head of his cock up and down your fold, earning a needy moan from you—coating his entire length with your wetness.

After seemingly an eternity on your side, the sheets already imprinted their impression on the side of your cheek. Bucky finally, fucking finally, pushes into you. A short, white-hot burn shoots through your nerves, making you whimper.

His hand stays on the back of your neck, pushing you further down the bed as he moves. Your pussy lips gripping his dick like a vice, “so fucking tight. God.”

Bucky’s chest swelled up with pride as he notices your fingers digging into his sheets, “no one can fuck you this good.”

The bed squeaks with both of your weight shifting as he reaches around you, his fingers working around your bud. The pressure of his upper body makes you gasp with every thrust of his hips.

He continues to work you—his fingers circling tightly on your throbbing clit, his cock nudging the soft, spongy spot in you. Your toes curl with red heat as your orgasm begins to burn up your legs.

“I’m gonna-- ‘m so close,” your pleas fell on deaf ears as Bucky chases his own high. His balls slapping against your skin, his hips stuttering as his cock pulsates inside your velvet walls.

He curses, grabbing your shoulder and flipping you upside, kneeling before you. His hand pumping his dick continuously as it twitches—the veins even more prominent.

“Open your mouth, I’m gonna cum in it.” Bucky orders and you obey. Your fingers finding their way to your abandoned bundle of nerves—your climax threatening to fade away.

Thick ropes of cum shoot over your mouth, painting your lips and chin white as he misses.

“God, fuck, look at your mess.” Bucky sighs, he’s already tucked back into his boxers and handing you a shirt—presumably to clean yourself up.

“You got your ring? Anything else?” The annoyance in his tone is evident. The clock ticks half past midnight.

You dangle your purse in front of him as a gesture, the wind picks up and your shoes are loose on your feet.

“Alright, well, you could wait for your ride here, I guess.” Bucky dropped the act the moment he got his dick in you.

“Yeah, he’s just around the corner. Thanks for the, uh, ring.”

He hums, looking at his phone. His thumbs dancing over the keyboard, “Try not to bother my friends again when you wanna reach me.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or to smack the phone out of his hands, “yeah. Tried calling you but I’m pretty sure you blocked my number.”

A curt laugh echoes out from him, “‘m sorry. Out of habit. You know how it is.”

“Right.” And an awkward beat falls over the both of you.

A black car pulls up by the street and you silently thank the stars. By the time you turn around to at least do the right thing and bid Bucky goodnight, you find yourself facing a closed door.

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babydaddyleorio · 4 years ago

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bnha: having a theatre s/o

For my thespians 😩☝🏾

Izuku

-Izuku absolutely loves helping you practice.

-He would go over the script with you, taking the place of the other characters as he reads just so you could practice your role fluently.

-Another thing to keep in mind is that Izuku can not act to save his life.

-He’s kind of nervous and occasionally will say things like “oops, wrong line” or “where are we again?” when reading from the script. His voice has a ton of forced emotion and he also tends to awkwardly move his body when he follows the stage directions.

-Even though he’s not that good on the stage himself, he offers great advice when It comes to the way you perform. He will tell you If you need to add more expression in a particular scene or If you accidentally skipped doing something.

-If you have to design the set, Izuku is right alongside you drawing out sketches and coming up with the correct dimensions for props. He has such a serious look on his face as he’s doing mental calculations on where something should go and you think it’s so adorable.

-Izuku always makes time to go see your plays.

-When he gets there, he is literally so invested in what's happening and is following the storyline very well. He laughs at the cheesy jokes being made and his eyes will water If something sad happens. The person beside him will slyly offer him a tissue because he’s literally bawling his eyes out.

-When the play is over, he stands in the hall and waits as his eyes search the room for you. Once he finally sees you walking towards him through the crowd of people, he immediately perks up.

-”You were incredible, y/n!” He would beam with the biggest smile on his face, hugging you tightly once he reached you.

Kirishima

-Kirishima is most definitely your biggest fan.

-He will pick you up from rehearsal everyday with a smile on his face and will ask you "So, how'd It go?" and when you tell him It went good, he would then smile harder.

-“I’m so excited, I can't wait to see you perform!” He would shout while pumping his fist in the air and a laugh would fall from your mouth at how eager he was.

-Kirishima is another person who has no qualms helping you build the set, in fact, he actually looks forward to It. He loves to help you paint cool designs on the props or move certain things around the stage.

-He will be very quiet If he notices that you’re practicing because he doesn’t want to distract you.

-Loves doing improv with you. You guys end up making the most hilarious scenarios with each other and will end up breaking character with your uncontrollable laughter.

-Kirishima also enjoys the exercises and warm ups you have to do to get your voice and body ready for acting. This is his time to shine.

-If you’re nervous before you go on, Kirishima will reassure you. He would give you an encouraging speech or do deep breaths while holding your hands just in case you need some type of comfort.

-Kirishima makes sure to get a front row seat so he can be the first one to see you.

-His eyes will legit light up once he catches a glimpse of how stunning you look with your costume on. His eyes are always searching for you through the whole play, and will definitely whistle and clap loudly once your performance is over.

-You guys will go out to celebrate because Kirishima insisted on treating you to food for your stellar performance.

Todoroki

-Todoroki is familiar with the Idea of plays, but he’s never really seen one before. That’s why when you tell him that you’re going to be in the school’s next play, he’s kind of unsure of what to expect.

-Todoroki genuinely wants to know about this since this is something you enjoy, so he will binge watch plays on YouTube to get a clue on what you’ll be doing.

-Once he finished his marathon of various plays, Todoroki would be rushing to tell you about everything he discovered when researching them, but he stops dead in his tracks once he sees you in your costume

-He has to do a double take right quick because wow

-You look amazing.

-Whether your costume is a princess from medieval times or a 63 year old man, Todoroki still couldn’t believe how great you look.

-Todoroki thinks that you’re such a great actor and loves the confidence you exert when you’re on stage.

-He would be so inspired by you that sometimes when he’s looking at himself through the mirror in his bathroom, he would clear his throat and try to recite lines from the play with a deep voice.

-If It’s finally premiere night, he most likely invites the whole class.

-Once Intermission starts, he texts that you’re doing great with a smiley face at the end of It.

-After the play is finished, he would give you a banquet of flowers with a box of chocolate (or your favorite snack) in his other hand.

- “Your acting skills are outstanding, Y/n. I am really proud of you.” He would grin as he watched you bury your nose in the bundle of roses.

Sero

-Sero loves watching you rehearse your lines. It’s like music to his ears when he hears how you enunciate your words and how entrancing the tone of your voice is.

-And if you’re in musical theatre? He’s definitely toppling over once he hears how breathtaking your singing is.

-Sometimes Sero will sit in the empty audience and watch as you practice with your other classmates. He’ll stay the whole time, either observing you or will do his homework, and the director doesn’t mind either since Sero is so chill and supportive of everyone.

-And because the director likes him so much, he will also help you guys even if he’s not a part of the class. They assign him to go work in the workshop and bring out wood to help technical theatre and to tape things they can’t reach.

-Sero knows all the lyrics to the song you perform and mouths the lyrics to you just in case you forget them.

-He also has a whole playlist dedicated to theatre and you guys sing Hamilton loudly in the car whenever you hear a song come on.

-If you write your own plays he supports you 100%.

-He likes sitting in bed and flipping through your script while holding a flashlight under his covers and would probably spend all night reading It.

-He would definitely text you in the morning how amazing your writing Is and that you would make a great playwright

-Literally won’t shut up to his friends about the play and It’s to the point where Denki has to take some tape from his elbow and stick It across his mouth.

-Sero will come to every showing you have. You really appreciate him too because It feels nice to have someone supporting you from the crowd.

-At the end of your play, Sero will give you a standing ovation with a ginormous smile shaping his lips.

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years ago

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something part 3--calum hood

A/N: This is it! The final piece! Thank you for bearing with me while I took you on this rollercoaster of emotions and for being so kind while I took my break. Much love💕

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: drinking, mentions of smoking weed, dealing with heartbreak, sexual situations

Part one || Part two

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Five months have gone by and Calum tried to push the idea to publicly date Missy away as best he could. The guys even tried to help, but inevitably he was forced to say yes. Calum’s reading over the itinerary he and Missy have to follow over his morning coffee. He takes a sip remembering when she was brought in to discuss the arrangements. It was the Monday following the best and worst weekend of his life with Y/N.

Calum’s body language is screaming ‘leave me the fuck alone I’m pissed’ as he sits slouched in the chair, arms folded against his chest and his hands in fists. His facial expression mirrors a rock, hard and unforgiving as Missy walks in with her manager and the band’s PR liaison. He watches her with hard eyes take a seat next to him, Calum purposely shifts his chair far away from her. She frowns slightly then smiles politely to the rest.

Calum listens as the team discusses the arrangement. How it will benefit both the band and up the ante on her modeling career.

“To be tied with one of the most desirable bachelors will increase magazines wanting to feature you,” Christina the liaison explains excitedly. Calum can’t help but snort.

“Pair her with Styles’ then, he’s more notorious than I am,” Calum grumbles.

“We couldn’t get in contact,” Missy’s manager says, her voice clipped as she narrows her eyes at Calum. “It will boost record sales for your music—”

“And we want the first single to be the love song, ‘Through the Dark.’”

Ashton, Michael, and Luke’s heads whip to Calum who has become even more outraged. It can’t be that song; he wrote that about Y/N.

“With the new romance rumors and the song, it will be a hit in no time, probably surpassing the charts of Ariana Grande and Styles combined.”

“No, we’re not having that be the single,” Ashton tries to dissuade the agreement that neither member of the band was a part of.

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t written about Missy,” Calum says. His voice is as monotonous as his face. From the corner of his eye, he sees Missy look at him with a quizzical look.

“So what? No one will know except the people in this room. The relationship will last about eight months, until the album is officially released, and touring starts. You’ll inevitably break up because Missy will be too busy modeling around the world and you gentleman will also be touring. Everybody wins.”

There’s grumbles amongst the band, Calum’s jaw clicks in anger. He turns his gaze to the window, sees the clouds rolling in as his private life is being scheduled like he’s some sort of robot. He closes his eyes thinking of Y/N, and how she looked in that flower crown and then how she looked with the petals scattered in her hair like she was some type of goddess. Then he sees her with tears in her eyes.

“Calum?”

He opens his eyes and turns at the sound of his name. It’s just him and Missy in the conference room. He’s getting really tired of hearing his name if it’s not from Y/N’s lips. She moves a little closer to him in her chair, an apologetic look on her face.

“Kind of surprised ‘fake dating’ actually happens. I’ve heard rumors and look, they’re true.”

“Imagine that.” He rolls his eyes.

Missy feels the iciness in his tone, and she tries again.

“Look, this is weird for me, too. It was all my manager’s idea which is insulting because if I need a fake boyfriend to get more modeling gigs then her faith in me isn’t all that great. I don’t think of you that way—”

“Your kiss at my party said otherwise.”

“I was drunk, I’ll kiss anyone. And…all right, maybe I did have a crush on but when that girl—”

“Y/N?”

“Right, her. When Y/N showed up and I saw the way you looked at her…I couldn’t compete with that. I don’t want to come between you two.”

“Too late.”

“What happened? Maybe I could talk to her—”

“I don’t really feel like talking about it, Missy, all right? She’s not even talking to me, so I highly doubt she’d talk to you. The woman of my dreams ended things before they even began, and I couldn’t even tell her I love her.”

Missy’s quiet for a moment then offers a kind smile.

“Sounds like you want to talk about it a little….”

He pushes away from the table in a huff then stops with his hand on the doorknob.

“I’ll play this act if it helps you in some weird, twisted way but it means nothing to me. We’ll do all the proper pap shots and appearances but no physical contact whatsoever. Those are my limits.”

He storms out as he hears a quiet ‘okay’ and the guys are waiting for him down the hall. They try to reach out for him, but Calum continues walking.

Calum looks down at his notebook, sketches and doodles of flowers are scattered about the page. Their stems and vines looping through the words that are constantly running through his head. He takes a long drink of his coffee, letting the bitterness warm his insides.

After the meeting with management and Missy, Calum called Y/N. He texted her. He knocked on her door. It wasn’t until Crystal told him to give her space did he really back off. He knows Y/N didn’t mean what she said. That night they shared was something special. From how she was so perfect with his untimely manner to how she took care of him while he had allergies from the flowers he picked. And finally, to the way they connected.

The radio in his car is still broken, but he doesn’t listen to music anymore, he can’t because it reminds him of Y/N. Everything reminds him of her.

It’s not like Missy is a bad person. She’s actually become a good friend to Calum and respected his boundaries he set up for their ‘relationship.’ The only touching that happens is by her with her hand holding onto his arm, and even that is just for pictures. No hand holding, no hugs, no kisses.

She’s gaining the hype her manager wanted and Calum has remained off social media as soon as it started. When he’s not rehearsing with the guys or doing PR with Missy, Calum’s secluded himself to his home and music room all while being viewed like a goldfish in a bowl.

So, he writes. He writes about flowers in hair, flowers pressed between bodies and flowers held together by a chain. He also writes about strawberries. He hasn’t eaten one since he kissed her last.

Y/N’s been keeping herself busy, well, as much as she can. Everywhere she goes she’s reminded of Calum. Especially when she opens her closet and sees the small wooden box she placed his bouquet of flowers and flower crown in. She couldn’t find it in herself to throw them away.

That first week after what happened with Calum she spent it crying and listening to sad music. Her heartbreak had her rethink of past moments with Calum. All of the ‘what if’s’ are now ‘will nots.’ Which is way too close to ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ for her liking hidden in the petals of the flowers.

She ignored his calls and texts.

The first time she saw them together was a month after the whole ordeal. She thought she was in a good place and as she was scrolling through Instagram on her lunch break she saw the first picture. Calum and Missy were walking along the pier going in and out of shops. They were wearing sunglasses and Calum didn’t really show much emotion but if he knew paps were around, he never did.

What Y/N zeroed in on was Missy’s hand on Calum’s arm.

Her heart fell into her stomach and she closed the app without even reading the caption. She deleted her Instagram and Twitter apps that day.

When she got home she opened the box of flowers, their scent mixed in with the cedar wood twisted her heart. Very delicately, she lifted the bouquet from the box. Calum’s chain was still wrapped around the now dry, frail stems.

She should throw them out. She almost did. She couldn’t. The dried flowers were the only reminder that what happened between her and Calum was real. That it actually happened. How could she let that go? Even if he was the one that got away and kept getting away?

“You did this Y/N,” she muttered to herself placing the flowers back in the box. “You made him leave before you could get attached.”

The next day there was a knock at her door. Not expecting anyone she peeked through the curtains and saw it was Ashton with a pizza box and a plastic bag.

“Ashton…what are you doing here?” she asks upon opening the door.

“I come bearing gifts of the heartbreak kind,” he grins sheepishly holding up the box and bag.

“Is that a champagne bottle I see in that bag?” she asks seeing the slender neck and gold foiling.

“It is. And caramel ice cream.”

“All right. You can come in,” she allows stepping aside so he can enter.

“So,” he sighs falling heavily against the couch. The pizza box is open on her coffee table, he has a glass of water while Y/N is holding onto the bottle of champagne. His hazel eyes take her in, “how are you?”

“That’s a loaded question,” she scoffs pressing play on the Marvel movie. She decided on Infinity War. “It’s been a month, so you think I’d be okay. I was told that however long you were with someone, that’s how long it takes to get over them divided in half. So, if you’re with someone for a year, you should be over them in six months. Calum and I were…’together’ for a day so it should have been twelve hours, right? But nope.”

She takes a long chug of the champagne until it makes her eyes water from the bubbles. The sweet nectar bites at her tongue and teeth.

“Who told you that math?”

“An old boss of mine,” she shrugs.

“Well, it’s stupid as shit. There’s no time limit for how you fall for someone just as there’s no time limit for you to lose feelings. You have feelings when you have them.”

“We went on one date, Ashton. I shouldn’t be this bent out of shape over that.”

“Hey,” he pinches her shoulder affectionately until she looks at him. His face softens. “You and Calum always had something between you. From an outside perspective, I get why you both danced on that line between friends and something more. You’ve both been hurt and there was always something in the way.”

“Or someone,” her eyes drop at the thought of Missy. Then she thinks of the photo she saw of them and rubs at her eyes, so the tears won’t come.

“My point is,” he stresses grabbing hold of her hand, “you’re allowed to feel hurt and sad and angry.”

“I’m trying so hard to not feel that way all the time, but it…it’s so consuming sometimes.”

“I know. Before you drink the whole bottle, eat some pizza, we’ll watch the movie and we can talk some more, okay?”

About halfway through the movie Y/N’s hugging the ¾ full bottle against her chest as a comfort object. She never drinks her sadness away, she knows how dangerous that is, but it feels nice to have her head not feel so full because all her thoughts are tumbling out to Ashton. His arm is around her shoulders in comfort as she leans into him.

“You always thought there was something between us?” she asks.

“I didn’t think, I knew.”

“What’s the difference?” she stares at him quizzically; the bubbly made his words confusing. Ashton smiled at her response.

“He’d always tell me how he wanted to ask you out. He’d ask if you were coming to any dinner or party we had. But he was scared to ruin your friendship and in my opinion, I think it scared him how close you two got so fast.”

“Hmph,” she slumps against the inside of his arm.

“Your song played while we were driving that night, you know.”

“Yeah? Which one?”

“Drive,” she giggles at the comedy of it all. “He gave me wildflowers with his chain around it and bought me a flower crown.”

“It sounds like a great night.”

“It was! But then he got sleepy cause he was allergic to the flowers, then he passed out on me. But I liked it…” she takes the last sip of her champagne then pouts that it’s empty.

“One is enough for you,” Ashton chuckles placing the bottle next to the pizza box. He settles back next to her and they watch the movie for a moment.

“I saw their picture today,” she says somberly. “I know it’s fake. But they’re both a catch…so it’ll be no surprise that it’ll become real.”

“Y/N—”

“It happens all the time Ash,” she shrugs. “I’m the person before everyone’s happy ending.”

“That’s not true. Look at all you and Calum have been through together. This damn arrangement is a roadblock for sure, but you two are the final drive.”

“That…kind of makes sense. I can’t tell,” she shakes her head.

“It’d make sense a full champagne bottle ago,” he mutters but she hears him.

She nudges him in the ribs playfully until they’re both laughing.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” she says and moves down the hall.

Ashton checks his phone to see Luke is trying to console Calum, too. It was hard for him to act with Missy today. Luke reports that Calum has had only one drink but is smoking a lot of weed to help clear his head and wants to drive to Y/N’s house.

When Ashton has finished replying to keep an eye on him, Y/N is standing next to the couch. He looks up at her to see she has her arms wrapped around herself, her lower lip caught between her teeth, but he hears the quick gasps of her sobs.

“I really hate this, Ashton.”

“C’mere,” he opens his arms to her and hugs her tightly.

“It’s really hard being lonely.”

She cries into his shirt, finding comfort in his embrace and friendship.

Y/N’s found a good friendship with Max from work. Nothing romantic at all, but he makes sure they do a lot of fun things together. It’s been almost five months since that night with Calum and when Y/N comes across a photo of him and Missy together, Max is there to take her to the beach or a movie to distract her mind.

Now when she sees photos of them it doesn’t make her go in her closet to look at the wilted flowers. It’s still a sting in the thorn of her heart but it’s more bearable. The first single off their new album was ‘Through the Dark’ and it made her cry. Max found her laying on the floor of her room with it playing on a loop, the box of flowers unopened but lying next to her. He laid next to her and held her hand as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She’s meeting up with Max at his place for lunch and she was craving the chicken Caesar sandwich from the bistro on the pier. It wasn’t until she saw her that Y/N remembered this is a favored spot for Calum and Missy to be spotted and there she was. Standing off the side of the counter looking gorgeous in a spring dress.

Y/N tried to keep her head down as she ordered.

“And what’s the name?” the cashier asks.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Y/N? Oh, it is you!” Missy says suddenly next to her.

“Got it this time, thanks. We’ll call you when your food’s ready.”

“Thanks,” Y/N mutters. She takes a deep breath and turns to Missy. “Hi.” She looks around the shop expecting to see Calum and trying to prepare herself to come face to face with him.

“He’s not here,” Missy says quietly glancing around the shop as well then grabs Y/N’s wrist pulling her to the far end of the sandwich showcase. “He’d actually hate me for even talking about this…and to you but…I’m so sorry. For everything. My manager came up with this PR stunt.”

“You don’t have to explain, I get it’s for publicity,” Y/N tries to get away from this situation as quickly as possible while also keeping herself together. Her neck is warm, and her breathing has accelerated in a slight panic.

Missy grabs her wrist again but pulls her into the women’s bathroom. Y/N’s affronted at the boldness of Missy’s actions.

“It is all publicity, I swear! I don’t know exactly what happened between you and Calum but he’s miserable. We’re friends now and all he talks about is you. How funny you are and kind you are. He really misses you,” Missy continues with a frown.

Y/N sighs. She really does seem nice but she’s still keeping her guard up. How could she not?

“He really cares about you, Y/N.” Missy stresses squeezing Y/N’s hand for emphasis.

“Missy, look. I appreciate you telling me all this. You… you actually seem really nice and genuine which makes it that much harder for me to dislike you.”

“I get that,” Missy nods her head, “but he really, really cares about you.” Her eyes grow bigger each time she said really, and Y/N gives her a confused look.

“Yeah…you um…you said that?”

“No, he…ugh he’s going to hate me, but he loves you. ‘Through the Dark is about you. He told me you’re the girl of his dreams when we met the Monday after his party. I’ve felt horrible all this time.”

Y/N stares at Missy while she processes what she just heard.

“When did he tell you that again?”

“His party was Friday, and we met that Monday to discuss the logistics of this stupid ploy. Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry for kissing him in front of you! I was drunk, I’ll kiss anyone, and I told him I did have a small crush on him but when I saw the way he looked at you it went away. I swear!”

“He really said he loves me?”

“Yes! When we’re not out getting photographed he’s always writing in his notebook and drawing flowers in it. Not that I’ve read anything,” Missy adds in a rush. “It’s just over his shoulder I saw it a couple times before he closed it.”

“Yeah but that was months ago, I’m sure he’s already caught feelings for you.”

“No, he hasn’t. Trust me. He’s become more like a brother to me, honest. I’ve been trying to force him to talk to you and our ‘contract’ is up in a few months anyway for the album release. I want to break if off early publicly so you can finally be together but he’s so stubborn he won’t.”

Y/N laughs lightly at how fast Missy talks. She’s not sure if it’s out of keeping this all to herself for so long or if that’s really how she is, talking a mile a minute.

“Thank you for telling me this, Missy. I…I can’t believe I’m telling you this since we don’t really know each other but I love him, too. I’ve loved him for so long but I’m the one who pushed him away. I’m the one who told him to do this deal with you because he and I only had one night together,” Y/N explains.

Missy’s eyes widen and she squeals in joy. “You love him too?! Oh, this is great. I’ll arrange for you two to meet up and—”

“Missy, Missy! No, no don’t do that. It’s been too long,” Y/N shrugs. “I doubt he’d want to see me.”

Missy plants her feet on the ground firmly, her face turning very serious very fast. Y/N’s a little taken aback at the fierceness in her gaze.

“Do you want to be with him?” she asks.

“Um..yes.”

“And you love him?”

“Yeah…”

“Then let me help you fix this, please. It’s the least I can do for coming between you when it wasn’t my plan to do so in the first place.”

Y/N takes a deep breath. She’s really starting to like Missy; she has a good heart.

“Okay. How can you help?”

“They’re all planning to go to the Invisible House for a week. I can’t go because I have a shoot to do in New York, but Ashton told me that Calum will be there a couple days before they all arrive.”

Y/N mulls it over, her mind thinking of ways to make it up to him. To apologize. To make him realize how sorry she is and how special he is to her. That despite all the hurdles and messes they’ve been through, that something they have is meaningful.

Then, she gets the perfect idea.

“Do you know when he’s going to be there?” Y/N asks and Missy smiles.

“I know all the details, Y/N.”

The drive to the Invisible House is pretty boring without his radio working so he hums to himself as he drives. Calum’s glad he decided to head there a few days before the rest of the group shows up. The pictures are immaculate and he’s excited to try out the hundred-foot pool.

He texted Missy when he was leaving, and she responded with an encouraging text in return.

‘Have fun! Let me know how everything goes 😉’

He’s confused by the winky face but appreciates it all the same. He’s glad to have her as a friend.

When he arrives at the building it’s dusk, the stars are just dusting the sky and the house is a glowing violet in the desert air. He stares at it for a moment, taking in the beauty of the panes of glass, breathing in the cool desert night. If they were all here a year ago maybe Red Desert would have been Purple Desert.

He shakes his head in disbelief. He’s starting to sound like Luke.

He grabs his belongings, two suitcases and a duffel bag and makes his way to the entrance. Ashton and Michael will be bringing the instruments for a jam session, so he didn’t pack his bass.

Once the door is unlocked, he’s mesmerized by the space before he hears music playing. Was that supposed to be playing? He sets his things by the counter and walks further in. The pool is lit up in a light blue and purple with glowing white lotus flowers floating on the water.

There’s flower petals beneath his feet as he walks the length of the pool. It’s a sweet aroma that fills his nose. Then he panics and thinks Michael has this set up for Crystal. He does not want to walk in on them having a private moment, but that’s hard to do in a glass house.

When he’s at the halfway point of the pool, the soft music becomes a bit louder and he recognizes the drum and guitar chords of Something by The Beatles. His mouth goes dry as he comes to the living area at the end of the pool to where Y/N is standing.

There’s petals on the carpet and she’s holding a white flower in her palm with a flower crown on her head. He’s at a loss for words.

“Hi,” she welcomes quietly.

“Hi…what are you doing here?” he wishes he didn’t ask such a dumb question.

“I should have rehearsed this beforehand what I wanted to say but I had to make sure this was all perfect before you got here. Um, I’m here for you. I know it’s been so long, and this is all my fault in the first place. Pushing you away and I thought I was protecting myself.”

She takes a step forward.

“I’ve been a mess without you, Cal. I miss you, so much it hurts. I think of you all the time, and that night we spent together. Your necklace is still wrapped around the flowers you gave me and that’s what made me think of doing this,” she gestures to her flowers on display all around. She takes another step forward. Closer to the step of the living area, closer to Calum.

“We’ve had our fair share of messes with each other. And it’s my fault for the last one so it’s my responsibility to rectify it. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, how much that night meant to me.”

Another step forward and Calum is reminded of that night in his room. How he came to her, now he’s the one on the receiving end. He watches her with bated breath, and he knows she’s nervous (like he is) by the way she’s playing with the white flower in her hand.

“And the more I thought about the messes we’ve been through it made me think of the Lotus flower. It grows through the mud but when it breaks through, it’s this vibrant and full flower,” she takes two steps and is right at the edge of the step. She holds up the flower.

“And it’s like we’re the flower. We’re growing through the mud and I called it quits before we really bloomed. And…” she takes a shaky breath then laughs nervously, “this sounded romantic in my head but now it sounds super cheesy. But when I heard you were drawing flowers it made me feel like we were still connected.”

She doesn’t say anything more and neither does Calum. Then, when she looks up at him it all makes sense. What they’ve been through these last several months, that was their mud.

“Can you say something?” she whispers, “I’m starting to feel like an idiot and that this was a really stupid idea—”

He lifts her up to his level connecting their lips together. He brings her against him, and she wraps her arms around his neck, their lips getting reacquainted with each other. She tastes like strawberries and smells of flowers and he’s filled with bliss. He feels whole again.

“I love you,” he gasps when they pause to catch their breath. “I should have said it months ago, but I was scared. I thought it was too soon.”

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry for what I said that day. I wish I didn’t—”

He silences her with another kiss.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I understand why you did it, sweetheart,” he cups her cheek and gazes into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have walked away like I did.”

“We really are a mess,” she laughs brushing his curls from his face.

“A beautiful mess,” he corrects sucking a kiss from her lips then holds her against him in a tight hug. He never wants to let go.

“Was this too much?” she asks moments later.

“No, it was perfect, thank you for doing all of this for me. I’ll be honest,” he stands up straight to look at her, “I thought I was walking in on Michael and Crystal.”

Y/N laughs and continues laughing until Calum kisses her and she’s left gasping.

“How about we try out the pool?” he mumbles.

They spend a good forty-five minutes in the pool. Soft touches and kisses are exchanged until they reconnect as one. They’re surrounded by the glowing flowers and the ripples they create from their movements. Words of love are spoken and moaned, echoing throughout the space.

They transition to the bed that is also covered in flower petals. Calum kisses down the length of her body, his lips ghosting over her core. Their eyes lock as he attaches his mouth between her folds, his tongue swirling around her bud.

Her legs squeeze around his head on their own accord as she’s vibrating with pleasure. The moans are continuous as he works her over into her second orgasm of the night. When it surpasses, she’s giggling quietly as Calum peppers kisses to her thighs.

“Wow…”

“That good, huh?” he remarks, his lips smacking against her skin bounce off the walls.

“Yeah but…” she rises up on her elbows to look down at him. “Is that all you got? You told me you’d make me cum eight times when we were in your bathroom. Or was that just talk?”

“Oh, you want to be a little sass, huh?” he bites down on the fleshy part of her thigh. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” she smirks.

“Because now I’m going to make you cum ten times.”

“Okay, Cal, I was just jo—OH!” She falls back against the bed as she’s already filled with intense pleasure.

Suffice it to say, Calum did make her cum nine more times. The overstimulation and her noises got him riled up and he had to be close to her again. He made love to her slowly and tenderly. He gave her gentle kisses and she molded to him.

Before she fell asleep he was stroking her face after she drank some water, he really exhausted her.

“How did you know I was going to be here?”

“I ran into Missy at the bistro I love. She explained everything,” she replies sleepily. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open. “I like her, she’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is.”

“I think she and Max would get along,” she yawns snuggling closer to him.

“I’ll take your word for it. You can go to sleep you know.”

“I want to keep talking to you,” she squeezes his lower back.

“We can talk all day tomorrow. And tomorrow night. And the next day, and the next…”

“Mmm, that sounds nice,” she smiles closing her eyes. “I love you, Cal.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Two days later the rest of the group arrived, and it was a happy albeit awkward reunion because Calum and Y/N were still naked in bed. They spent their time eating, watching movies, and having sex as much as they wanted. It was perfect but also took a lot out of them.

They were both fast asleep until their names were shouted, and Calum scrambled to cover Y/N up.

“I’m glad to see you, Y/N but I’ll hold off on the hug until you aren’t naked with Cal,” Luke laughs.

“We’ll go bring in the rest of the stuff,” Ashton giggles then winks at Y/N.

“Please tell me this was the only place you had sex,” Michael asks peering at them both with narrow eyes.

“Umm…”

“Ugh!” Michael throws his hands in the air. “You guys better not have left messes anywhere!” he complains walking back towards the main kitchen area.

Calum looks over the wall separating their ‘room’ from the rest of the house and turns to her.

“We’re done with messes, yeah?” Calum grins down at her and she nods bringing his face closer to hers.

“Something great came from the mess,” she agrees and slots her lips with his. They’ll have to be super quiet now.

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The Baby Project | Julie Molina

Requested: Yes/No

hold on wait because I’ve got something here— julie x fem reader— and like you know how school pairs you up with people for the whole ‘take care of a baby project’ or whatever it’s called— that with Julie molina and like she and reader develop feelings— oh yeah

A/N: This was kinda hard, not gonna lie! Thanks @calamitykaty for sharing your ‘experience’ with baby projects in high school lol. Love you!

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Julie Molina

Song(s) used: Heaven cover by Boyce Avenue

Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff!

Words: 2,914

“Julie and y/n.” You perked up at the mention of your name, even more so at the mention of the name of your crush.

Julie Molina. Los Feliz High’s rising star. She went from not singing a note for a year to opening for Panic! at the Disco at the Orpheum with her hologram band Julie and The Phantoms. You were aware of what she’d gone through with losing her mother and with it, her love for music. For years, you’ve admired her from afar, watching her blossom into this young rockstar that just belonged on the stage with those three cute boys by her side. You’d never even dared utter a word to her, even if your best friend, Amy told you to at least say hi. A star like Julie wouldn’t have the time to even talk to a ‘nobody’ like you, let alone go out on a date with one.

So, when Mister Adams called out both your names for the baby project for your Child Development class, your insides heated up while your heart started beating faster. Especially when the Latina girl turned around to look at you and give you an acknowledging smile. The world seemed to stop all at once, and it made you wonder if you were even still alive at all.

“You have the rest of the class to start getting to know your babies and partners and begin thinking of names together. You’re going to make a birth announcement for your child together and it will be the first assignment you’ll be graded on,” mister Adams’ voice droned on about the project, but your mind had already wandered back to Julie.

She had her head propped up in her hand, her long, elegant fingers disappearing into the mop of curls that beautifully laid over her shoulders. You had always admired how healthy Julie’s locks looked. Her hair was so glossy and clearly taken care of. And her style. Her style was impeccable. Today, she was wearing your favorite outfit of hers. A baby blue, ditsy floral dress with a white T-shirt underneath it and a fuzzy bear coat thrown over it. Paired with her white doodled-on sneakers, it was the prettiest outfit you had ever seen. But your all-time-favorite thing of hers, looks-wise, was the little gap between her teeth. It made her look so innocent and perfectly imperfect.

“Get to it!” mister Adams clapped his hands together, waking you up from your hazy daydream. Before you can properly register what’s happening, Julie had reached your desk already and taken a seat next to you with her gap-toothed smile plastered on her face.

“Hi,” she greeted.

Your hands started to shake as you stumbled over your next words, “Hey. I--I’m y/n.”

A giggle erupts from Julie’s mouth as she placed her hand on top of yours. For a second, you swore you could feel a spark of electricity going from her hand to yours. Julie didn’t acknowledge it, so you must’ve imagined it, you thought.

“I know,” she said as mister Adams came over and handed them their baby in the black carrier. “Thank you, mister A.” The forty-something man smiled down at the two of you before making his way to the next duo.

Julie turned to you, “So, how shall we name this little rascal?” she asked.

Her golden brown eyes bored into you, expectantly, awaiting a good answer from you. So, your brain slowly started to get into first gear, going back-and-forth on names you’ve always liked.

Olivia, Clementine, Alexis, Charlie, Lara, Mason, Alex -- uhm… Olivia could be cute. Or Rose! No, not Rose, that’s Julie’s mom’s name. Uhm…

Your eyes wandered from Julie’s face to her backpack she had put in front of her on the desk. The silver dahlia pin reflected in the artificial light of the classroom, shimmering and tugging at a thought in your brain. “Dahlia,” you blurted out, not even thinking about it twice.

Julie’s eyes widened slightly before darting over to the little pin on her backpack. A small smile tugged at her lips as her index finger carefully caressed the metal. At first, you thought you’d said something wrong and had the urge to apologize profusely until she looked up and said, “I like that. Dahlias were my mom’s favorite flower.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You knew the flower had some sort of significance to Julie as you saw pins on her jackets and backpacks all the time, and even noticed some in the background of her Instagram pictures. But you didn’t know the significance had something to do with her mother.

“We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. My eyes just fell on your backpack and--” Julie’s hand reached for yours again, shutting you up with the beautiful sound of her laugh.

“Dahlia is perfect, y/n.”

Chills ran down your spine at the tone of her words. So warm. So comforting. Like a fluffy blanket was being wrapped around you. It melted away any insecurity and nerves and any other scrutinizing thoughts of self-doubt.

You tore your gaze away from Julie’s before you’d drown in them indefinitely and grabbed a piece of paper from your notebook and a pencil. “So, I was thinking to maybe have a little dahlia as a card for the announcement?” you suggested as your hand skidded across the paper, sketching the outlines of the flower.

Julie’s eyes widened at how quickly you could put a nearly perfect flower onto a piece of paper. For a moment, she just let you sketch out your ideas, admiring the passion and determination behind your actions.

“Something like this?” you slid the piece of paper in front of Julie, who picked it up to look at it up close. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes darted across, taking in every single detail you’d managed to get out in such a short amount of time. The decorative letters that spelled out the baby’s name and the details in the flower itself.

“Y/N,” Julie breathed out, her eyes finally meeting yours again. “This is gorgeous! You are insanely talented!” she placed the sketch back on the table in front of you. A blush crept to your cheeks as you stared at the grey lines on the white surface.

“I--it’s not perfect,” you shrugged, scratching at the wood of the pencil. “And I’m not half as talented as you are.” You mumbled the words in hopes she wouldn’t even hear them but she definitely did. Placing a hand on your shoulder, she opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the bell ringing.

“Come over to my place after school?” she suggested as she grabbed her backpack and the mechanic doll in the carrier. “We can brainstorm some more over the baby announcement and arrange a schedule for who’s gonna take her home when and stuff?” You slowly nodded your head, your brain still going over the words that came out of her mouth.

Julie Molina wanted to see you after school. Julie Molina. You. After school.

“Okay, cool. See you tonight then. I’ll take Dahlia with me for the day?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure. See you tonight, Molina.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as flirtily as it did. But it seemed to have some sort of an effect on the Latina girl in front of you as her cheeks tinted a scarlet red.

Julie had messaged you on Instagram with the address and her number, which you immediately saved to your phone before heading down to the homey two-story house a few blocks away from your own.

I’m here

You texted her as you stood on the driveway, your bike on the kickstand next to you. The nerves were surging through you as you looked around. Green plants and trees surrounded you as did all the pretty yellow and pink flowers. One of which you recognized: Black Eyed Susan. According to your grandma, they symbolised encouragement and motivation. Which was something your family needed, and Julie’s too after the loss of her mother.

“Hey, y/n,” Julie greeted as she exited her house through the front door, shutting it behind her, “We’re gonna go to my mom’s studio ‘cause I’ve got band practice after.” She hooked her arm with yours while the other carried the baby doll’s carrier.

She retreated her arm from yours and used it to pull one of the white doors open, revealing a spacious area filled with instruments, couches and three boys you recognized as the rest of Julie’s band. All three of them looked up from their spots on the couch and armchair with either a pen in their hand and a notebook on their lap or an instrument -- or part of the instrument in the blonde’s case -- in their hands. All looking like deer caught in headlights.

“Why’s your band here?” you asked, your eyes darting from the musicians to your project partner. Julie opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “Wait, I heard rumors about them being ghosts, that’s not true is it?”

A squeaky sound came from all four of them as they looked at each other for help on a good excuse until Julie placed Dahlia on the coffee table near the boys and turned to you, placing her hands on your shoulders. She said, “You have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“I promise?”

Julie sighed, dropping her hands from your shoulders and instead putting them into the pocket of her fuzzy coat. “Then yes, they are ghosts.” Your eyes scanned Julie’s face for any sign of a joke, but you couldn’t detect anything.

“Weirdly not the strangest thing I have ever heard,” you shrugged as you placed your backpack on a chair near you and dug your notebook out of it. “I hashed out some details for our baby announcement during French class.”

Confused, Julie glanced at the boys and back at the girl in front of her. “You’re not gonna run away and never come back?” she asked you, which made you stop in your tracks, your fingers between the pages of the book as you were trying to get it open.

“My grandma is into very spiritual things. So ghost chats are quite familiar to me,” you explained and resumed your movements.

The three boys got up from their spots, notebooks and instruments left on the cushions, and made their way towards you.

“I’m Luke,” the brunette with the greenish hazel eyes introduced himself, smiling at you.

Before you could chime in, the boy next to Luke piped up, raising his finger. “Reggie! Hi!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm before your eyes landed on the blondie last in line, assuming he’d introduce himself too.

“Alex,” he said with an awkward giggle.

“It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m y/n,” you said just as the robotic sound of a cry sounded through the room, indicating Dahlia needed something. “Excuse me.” You pushed past the boys, as they stepped aside so you didn’t have to go through them.

“She’s my partner for this baby project thing,” Julie explained to the boys. They shot each other a helpless look, wondering if the others are as lost as themselves. “It’s where you have to take care of a mechanic baby doll for a week.”

Julie walked over to you as you cradled the doll in your arms, trying to get it to stop crying, and the boys followed suit. They were intrigued by this whole baby project ordeal.

“Have you fed her yet?” you asked Julie when the baby wouldn’t stop crying.

“Yes, I did. The second I came home,” she replied as she softly tugged at the doll’s shirt she’d put on her. It was an orange long sleeved shirt with a big yellow smiley printed on it. You knew Julie had a sweater similar to this, which is why Julie had chosen to put this one on.

“Diaper check?”

“Was doing that when you arrived.”

The boys watched this interaction like a tennis match, their heads bobbing back and forth. To Alex, it seemed surreal a teacher would put two girls together for a project like this. If this were a thing back in his high school days, he would’ve never been paired with another boy.

“Why else do babies cry?” you asked whilst racking your brain on possible ideas to make her stop crying.

Luke sprung into action then and grabbed his six string from the stand behind them, putting the strap around his shoulder. He strummed the instrument a couple of times into a beautiful, familiar melody.

Julie seemed to recognize it too, because no sooner, her voice floated through the shed.

“Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more”

Her eyes locked with yours as she sang, a soft smile plastered on her face while you stared back at her with an endeared expression resting on your features. You loved the sound of her voice and you loved the way it was able to calm you down in an instant. Which also seemed to be the case with the robotic baby in your arms whose cries had quieted down.

Luke’s voice coming in didn’t stop Julie from looking at you either.

“Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven”

The crying had now completely stopped. A quiet calm resting over the entire studio space as you and Julie kept looking at each other. Of course the boys noticed this and couldn’t withhold the smile finding its way to their lips.

“Is it me or do they look like a cute family?” Reggie whispered to his best friends.

He wasn’t wrong. Though neither you and Julie would ever admit it, there was a definite spark between you, and it only grew as the week went on.

You took turns taking Dahlia home and spent lunches and every other hour possible together with the mechanic doll that had become the vessel for your expression of your love for each other. It became such a routine that by Friday, the two of you dreaded turning Dahlia in. Neither of you wanted it to end. Neither of you knew what was going to happen if you didn’t have Dahlia to take care of together.

Were you just going to go back to how it was with you admiring Julie from afar and her completely ignoring your existence? Or were you going to stay friends?

Neither of you knew even though both of you had the same questions.

“Just ask her out on Friday when you’ve turned Dahlia in, y/n,” Amy said as you sat in French together and she had noticed your sighs of desperation. You looked at her as if she’d just said something really controversial. “Y/N, there's chemistry between the two of you! Have you seen the way she looks at you? That is not how ‘just a project partner’ should look at you!”

You let Amy’s words sink in your brain as you went on with the rest of your day after French class until the moment of goodbye came around.

You and Julie handed Dahlia back to mister Adams, along with your entire report you had worked on until two am last night in Julie’s garage, the boys all but helping you out.

The weight on your shoulders should’ve been lifted now that you’d reached the deadline and could actually hand something in. But it weighed down even harder. Mostly because you were anxious it was going to be the end of you hanging out with Julie. It didn’t have to happen, but you were scared it might.

Everything you want is on the other side of fear.

The old saying your grandma always muttered to herself haunted around in your brain as you and Julie made your way towards your desk in the back of the class. Neither of you said anything for a while until you both turned to each other and opened your mouths.

“I wanna ask you--” / “Can I ask you--”

Your words mingled and lingered in the air as you both giggled at the simultaneousness of your thoughts.

“You go first,” you said, offering Julie the floor. You couldn’t help but feel anxious yet curious about what she was going to say.

“Can I ask you if maybe we could like, I don’t know… Study together later tonight?”

Your eyebrow raised in surprise as did the corners of your mouth while a bright pink flushed your cheeks. “I kinda wanted to ask the same thing,” you admitted, which made Julie light up entirely. “So, yes, definitely.”

You had definitely found yourself on the other side of fear. On the contrary. You had found yourself on cloud nine with flutters in your stomach and clammy hands from the nerves as the date grew closer and closer.

Crazy how a stupid mechanical doll can bring two unlikely people together.

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