#like they were all reds and the only whites were chardonnays

[remlionheart]

Split Decision

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ i woke up this morning w a slutty, feral, urgent need for some soukoku x fem!reader smut and this fic just kinda poured out of me (literally), 3.7k words. porn with a plot. (hope u like it nasty) you're an intern, ending your last day in Yokohama when you're approached at the hotel bar by two men who have one very pressing question for you: red or white wine? i was melting into an actual puddle writing this so lemme know whatcha think, luv u ♡ (and as alwaaayysss, thank u to the loml @bratbby333 for proofreading and being just as fucking pumped for this to come out as i was ♡) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You were tired, exhausted after a day filled with meetings that you barely contributed anything to. You were grateful for your internship, happy that it held the promise of a job right after graduation but being in Yokohama for the last two days had been a bit lackluster.

You sat at the bar of your hotel with lazy, muffled jazz music dancing around you as you fiddled with the straw in your empty cocktail glass.

The trip itself hadn't been all bad. The days were long, but you'd managed to make the most of your nights. The firm you were interning for was gracious enough to make it an all-expenses paid trip and you'd definitely taken full advantage of that over the last week.

You'd spent your nights in the most upscale restaurants the city had to offer, taking yourself on little dates to pass the time. You'd found yourself sitting alongside powerful businessmen and prominent executives that made you feel important even though you were still very much on the outskirts of their social circles. You had been a fly on the wall, quietly observing a world that you could only hope to one day be a part of.

It'd been a learning experience if nothing else. A secret glimpse into how rich men behaved when they thought no one was watching. There was something intoxicating about it all. Something that made you want to try harder when you got back home. You were determined to have this sort of life for yourself one day and you would.

That's what made being responsible tonight all the more important. Your flight back home was set to leave at 6 am. Your bags were already packed and waiting for you in your room. As tempting as it was to venture out into the city again, you needed to be well-rested and level-headed when you woke up tomorrow. So, you'd kept your promise to yourself and settled on slipping into your last clean black dress and grabbing a few drinks at the hotel bar to end your makeshift vacation.

Your legs dangled from your stool, the strap of your dress slipping down your arm as you yawned. The bar had been mostly vacant all night. People passing by, but never actually staying for more than one drink. The vintage grandfather clock at the corner of the room watched you tauntingly, another sway of its heavy arms indicating that it was nearing midnight.

You knew it was time to head back. Your hand reached out to bell for the bartender when two opposing, but equally powerful drinks were suddenly placed at either side of you.

A deep, rich red wine on your left and a deceptively alluring white wine on your right. Your eyes hesitantly drifted between the two men that were now occupying the seats next to you, the warmth of their bodies radiating off of them as they sized you up.

"Which one will it be, angel?" His voice was like velvet, a dangerous smirk creeping across his face as his brown eyes met you. His partially bandaged fingertips slowly pushed the Chardonnay towards you. "You look like a woman of good taste. Honestly, I think you'd like this one much better."

A gloved hand rested on the small of your back, gently turning you around to face him instead. His disheveled red hair and azure gaze were hard to ignore as he nudged the Cabernet closer to you. "Tch, you're too pretty for that cheap shit." He smirked. "Besides, I bet you're wantin' something that would hit way deeper than that, right?"

Your breath was suddenly lodged in your throat, an ache burning between your legs at the sheer shamelessness of it all.

The brunette's smile was piercing, his stare slicing into the man on your left as he let out a low laugh. "You've always had quite the imagination, haven't you Chuuya?" His eyes maintained the same sharpness, dragging back to yours with fervor. "I think what she really needs is something that would leave her begging for more and that's not something that measly little sweet red of yours would do."

The air between the three of you was suddenly suffocating.

You crossed one leg over the other, finding yourself actually having to clench while they carried on with their salaciously threatening banter. Their fingers roaming along your back and the top of your hand. Both inching closer and closer, still spilling out corrupt little nothings about which one would taste better going down your throat and which one would fill you up until there was no more room left.

You needed to be in bed. You needed to keep your wits about you. You needed to tell them both that you didn't have time for this, but your insides were on fire the harder they fought over you.

After being ignored at every meeting you'd gone to this week and being nothing more than a wallflower at the dinner parties you'd attended, having two admittedly depraved but attractive men competing over you like this was enough to make you forget about trivial things like time and responsibilities.

They were still going on. Still gently petting and praising you while their insults towards each other grew heavier and headier.

Your blood rushed through your veins as you looked down at the contrasting wines sitting in front of you. You knew the minute that you took a sip of either, your fate would be sealed for the night. You'd be declaring yourself to one of them. The only smart option you had would be to push both drinks aside, to choose yourself, and to leave the two of them to carry on with their degenerate rivalry with the next unsuspecting girl that waltzed in here.

But you weren't going to settle for either.

As you glanced between them, it dawned on you that there was an alternate, much more menacing 4th option at your disposal.

Their voices came to a pause when they noticed your hand finally raise, hovering directly in the center of the two glasses. Your eyes danced from the brunette back to Chuuya, a hazy smile pulling at the corner of your mouth despite the fact that your heart felt like it was capable of ripping straight through your chest at any given second.

You rested your palm over both, letting your middle finger slide into the Cabernet and your index finger slide into the Chardonnay in perfect unison.

The tension was palpable as they watched you slowly pull out and bring them to your lips. You cocked your head to the side, your tongue generously gliding against the mixture of red and white before you brought them all the way into your mouth, spit slightly dribbling down your chin while you looked between the two men.

A smile cut across your face as you noticed the two sets of blown out pupils staring back at you. "Does that answer your question?"

"No," Chuuya was the first to break the silence. "No fuckin' way am I letting that asshole anywhere near the same room as us."

But it only seemed to pique the brunette's interest more.

A grin that could rival that of the devil's began to pull at the corner of his mouth. "Oh c'mon, Chuuya. You're really gonna deny this angel what she wants?"

"Don't start with me, Dazai." he snarled, his eyes softening a bit when they reached yours. "Look, I'd love to fuck you, but -"

Dazai took full advantage of the redhead's decision to opt out, spinning your barstool towards him so that your back was abruptly facing Chuuya before he could even finish his sentence. "Well," he smirked with a dangerous sense of wit in his voice. "Guess that just leaves us then."

"Wait a minute, that's not how this works!" Your chair was once again being flung in the opposite direction. A gloved hand gently cupping yours as he tried to reason with you. "You're gorgeous, y'know that, right? Even if you end up leavin' by yourself, I promise it'd still be better than endin' up with that mackerel over there."

It should've been an insult. In fact, you were certain that it was an insult, but for some deranged reason, it made Dazai all the more persistent to get you what you had originally asked for.

"Okaaay, okaayy." He conceded as he stood up. "There's no need for petty nicknames. If you're too self-conscious to share a beautiful woman's body with me, that's all you have to say."

"Self-conscious?" The edge in Chuuya's tone only gave Dazai what he wanted. "I'm not self-conscious, you arrogant bastard. I just don't trust you."

Dazai leaned into your ear, his hand shielding his mouth though his voice was far from a whisper. "It's because of his height, I'm afraid. Quite sad really."

"Alright, cut the shit." It was enough to finally bring the redhead to his feet.

He stood up, grabbing your hand to help you off your chair, eyes now locked firmly with yours. "You really want us to fuck you?" He asked, completely ignoring the absolutely vile smirk Dazai was sporting.

A mix of fear and arousal pooled between your thighs as you realized that this was your one chance to back out.

You looked between the two of them one last time before promptly grabbing the drinks that were left on the counter and knocking them both back one right after the other.

"My room or yours?" You asked.

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The three of you had ended up in Chuuya's suite which was at least three times the size of your room. It was lofty, decorated with high-rise windows that were covered by thick, black privacy curtains. His king-sized bed made up in pristine white sheets that you feared would soon be ripped to shreds with the way the two of them could barely share the same elevator without almost killing each other, let alone share you.

Chuuya took off his gloves and hung his coat in the closest next to Dazai's as you slipped out of your heels and left them by the door. Your heart was suddenly in your throat now that you were actually here.

You were still by the entryway, not entirely sure how this was going to start while Chuuya went around and began dimming the lights, making a snide comment about how the less he had to see of Dazai, the better. The brunette just smirked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, motioning for you to join him.

He spread his legs, lightly guiding you to stand in front of him as he kissed the back of your hand. His brown eyes trailed over you intently, his slender fingers tracing along the curve of your hip. "No need to be nervous," he whispered, tangling his free hand into yours.

There was something so tantalizing about the way he was looking at you. Eager but thorough, like he wanted to memorize every single inch of you. "See how pretty she is, Chuuya?"

You felt him approach you from behind, his calloused hands holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail while his breath fanned across the top of your shoulder. "Care if I unzip this?" he asked, his lips pressing softly against the side of your neck as you nodded. He continued to kiss and nip at you, carefully dragging the zipper down your spine before letting it fall to the floor.

"Fuck."

It was perhaps the one thing that they'd agreed on all night.

Dazai had the full-frontal view of you and Chuuya had the back. You were on full display for them both due to the fact that you'd opted for no bra or panties when you'd left your room earlier, thinking that you'd be coming straight back anyway. What a lie that had turned out to be.

Dazai's hand roamed along your stomach, goosebumps dancing across your skin as his fingertips dipped a bit lower. Chuuya's mouth was still on the nape of your neck, his grip tightening around your hips, drawing the poutiest little whimpers out of you.

"And to think you almost made us pass this up." Dazai taunted. "That would've been suuuch a shame."

"Shut up." Chuuya grunted, pulling you closer so that your ass was flushed perfectly against him. Your back arched feeling how hard he was, another little noise you couldn't quite control escaping you.

Dazai raised an eyebrow at this, realizing how easy it was to make you squirm.

"Oh, our girl's sensitive, isn't she?" He smirked, his fingers making their way to your center, just barely touching the outside of your folds. "Hmm," He hummed, surveying your desperate, dripping cunt. "What kind of sounds do you think she'll make if I do this?"

His finger ran along your clit, only giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation before he immediately plunged it inside of you.

"Nngh ~!" You whined, ramming yourself further into Chuuya's bulge. He held you steady, stuck somewhere between severely hating that Dazai had made you moan like that and fucking loving that you did it while grinding against him.

"Aw, look at that. I think she likes you, Chuuya." Dazai mocked, sliding into you again without warning, jealousy washing over him at how you were holding onto the redhead for support.

He went deeper, adding in another finger, to redirect your attention down to him as you mewled. "Feel good, angel?" he asked through heavy lashes.

You nodded back at him so pitifully, it made him groan, rubbing his thumb against your clit as his other two digits continued their assault on you.

You felt Chuuya undoing his belt behind you, his pants quietly dropping to the ground.

"You're doing so good," he praised into the softness of your neck, stroking himself with one hand and palming at your chest with the other. Squeezing a nipple between his fingers as you filled the room with more heavenly noises. "Think you can do me a favor, baby?" His voice felt like blissful static against the shell of your ear.

"M -" you struggled, your eyes nearly crossing at Dazai relentlessly hitting your g-spot. "Mhmmm." you finally managed.

"Can you bend over f'me?"

You tried your best to comply, but Dazai wasn't making it easy. In fact, he was making it impossible. Every time you tried to move, he'd go deeper, practically pulling you towards him from the inside with the curl of his long fingers.

Your vision was blurry, your body forgetting how to move altogether as the two men fought over you like you were a toy that they were willing to break in half as long as it meant the other person couldn't have it anymore.

"I -" you whined, noticing the absolutely feral smirk spread across Dazai's face. "I'm gonna - fuck, I can't -"

As much as Chuuya wanted to murder him for making you cum first, he knew his turn was next and he was going to fuck you into oblivion. "I've got you." he breathed, still playing with your nipple and holding you in place. "You're okay, baby. Let it out. Oh, just like that. Good fuckin' girl."

Dazai panted as you soaked his fingers, greedily trying to draw another one out of you before Chuuya intervened. "Alright, enough." he said, carefully pulling you away from him. "Here." he said, guiding you so that your ass was arched up for him and your face was on the mattress.

He was just about to put it in when Dazai stopped him, swiftly wriggling himself out of his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed again and placing your head above his dick.

Chuuya ran a frustrated hand over his face, the last fucking thing he wanted to see was your pretty mouth wrapped around Dazai while he was inside of you, but he knew he didn't have a choice.

"Be easy on her," he warned him.

You looked up at Dazai with glazed over eyes as he smiled down at you, proud of his work. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, right angel?"

Your pussy throbbed at the way he was able to make such a reassuring question feel so sinister.

His cock was long and thick and you were quickly realizing just how hard it was going to be to not choke on it. You started off slow, letting him tangle his hand into your hair as you lolled your tongue out and pressed it against him.

"Oh, fuck." Dazai groaned watching you make your way up to his tip, graciously opening your mouth wider to accommodate him.

Chuuya was wildly annoyed but not at all surprised at how vocal Dazai was. He blocked it out by rubbing his tip between your folds, reeling in the way your back arched for him as he softly massaged your abused little clit.

You were moaning, doing your best not to lose your concentration from how intoxicatingly tender Chuuya was handling you.

Whereas Dazai had practically bullied an orgasm out of you, Chuuya was prepared to play the long game. He'd fuck you slow and deep for hours if that's what you wanted. He was determined to make you feel so good you wouldn't be able to remember any other words besides his name.

Once he was satisfied with how wet both of you were from your cum, Chuuya lined himself up with your entrance. "You ready baby?"

"Y - yes." You struggled, Dazai only letting you come up for air for a second before your head was promptly pushed back down again.

You whimpered, completely forgetting what you were doing when Chuuya entered you. His cock stretching you out more than you knew you were capable of. "Oh - mygod." You choked out, eyes pleading as you looked back at Dazai.

Surprisingly, he wasn't jealous. Wasn't instantly shoving your head back down to get you to focus on him. He was in a euphoric daze seeing how fucked-out you looked. Your eyes were full-on watering, your pussy wrapped so tight and snug around Chuuya.

Dazai's grip in your hair lightened, pulling you up but only so he could watch you from a better angle. He held your head in one hand and began stroking himself with the other. "Oh, angel. You love being fucked like that, don't you?"

You nodded pathetically, completely overstimulated by the feeling of Chuuya pounding into you and the beautiful sight of Dazai jerking himself off to you getting railed. "Say it." He smirked. "Use your words."

Chuuya groaned, it was the first time all night that he wasn't tuning Dazai out. His hips thrusted into you harder as you whined. "I - love." Your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth dropping open at how deep Chuuya suddenly was. "I love - it." You cried out. "I love it so fu - cking much."

Chuuya wasn't sure if Dazai was trying to hurt or help him by coaxing such depraved things out of you, but he was lost in the sound of your moans.

Your legs began to shake, your cunt pulsating as Chuuya's tip knocked against your cervix. "I -" your head shook, you felt like you were going to pass out. "I can't - s'too much, I'm gonna -"

"Let me feel it, baby." It was almost more of a beg than a command. "Let me feel that pretty pussy soak my cock."

Dazai's breathing hitched in his throat watching the two of you. The tears that were spilling down your pretty face and the guttural noises you were forcing out of the redhead so effortlessly. The way neither one of you were coherent anymore, too lost in the way your bodies were aching for one another to know anything else.

Dazai wasn't sure why it was doing this to him. Wasn't sure why he couldn't stop himself, but just as you started to cum, he did too. He shoved your mouth back around him, reveling in the shock and pleasure and absolute awe on your face as you swallowed every last drop he shot into your mouth.

Your body felt like it was convulsing. The three of you had somehow all managed to reach your climax in perfect, lewd, synchronicity. Dazai's cum was pooling down your chin while Chuuya filled you up from behind. A combination of both of your fluids mixing together and then squirting out of you when he finally pulled out with a heavy, "Oh, FUCK."

You collapsed into Dazai's lap, your legs refusing to hold you. Chuuya helped pull you up onto the bed as the three of you fell into the mattress with a thud. You laid in the middle of them, your head rested peacefully against Dazai's chest as you tried to stop the room from spinning.

"And you told me to go easy on her." Dazai mused, running his fingers through your hair.

Chuuya rolled over on his side, wrapping his arm around your waist as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. "'Least I didn't get off watching her get railed by another dude." he sneered.

"Yeah, you're right." Dazai tsked, "Only thing that could've made it better is if it was by a taller man."

"Dazai, I swear to god -"

But their bickering came to a quick end when you began to shift against them.

"Hey," you mumbled dreamily, causing both of them to immediately revert back to petting you and leaving light kisses along your skin. "Could you shut the fuck up? I've gotta be up at 5 tomorrow to catch my flight."

Chuuya smirked and set an alarm on his phone. Truthfully, he was willing to let you talk to him however you wanted with what you'd done to him tonight.

He reluctantly pulled the comforter up over the three of you. As much as he didn't want Dazai in his room for another minute, you looked too content to move.

You had never felt more safe or secure than you did being smushed between the two of them. Their words were hazy as you began to doze off, two sets of strong arms wrapped around you.

"Y'know, I think I'll kinda miss her." Chuuya breathed.

"Me too," Dazai smiled, looking down at you. "She's our girl."

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#i wrote this in a DAY someone pls take my laptop away #rem writes #soukoku #soukoku x reader #dazai smut #chuuya nakahara #chuuya smut #bsd smut #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd

[dreamcatcher92]

Chapter 1: Man in the Window

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

The sun was finally shining bright after several dreary days. You decided that this would be the best day to start working on your tiny balcony oasis. You had moved into your new fourth floor apartment in New York City about six and a half months ago. After months of saving, you were able to finally buy the cute decor items that you had your eye on for so long.

Your new three-piece cushioned black wicker patio set had just arrived. You had gone to some of the small local shops and found some fake plants and ceramic jars that varied in sizes and shapes. To accent the entire scene that you had envisioned was a large navy blue and white mosaic outdoor rug.

After carrying everything out of the sliding glass door and onto the terrace, you took a step back and leaned against the railing to picture where you would put everything.  Finally, after about an hour of moving things around, you had finished. 

“Phew!” you exclaimed as you sat down in one of your new chairs and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

As you sat, you watched the sun go down behind all the tall buildings. The city lights were getting brighter as the sky darkened, and you looked around to take everything in. You had only been outside three or four times because of the cold weather so this was the first time that you had been able to actually enjoy an evening outside. You were noticing things that you hadn’t yet and it intrigued you.

Your red brick apartment building has five floors and is in the shape of a big U. So as neighbors were opening curtains, or turning on lights, you would glance in their direction just to be nosey and see what was going on and who lived where.  On the second floor, you could see an older woman watering her plants in her kitchen window. A middle aged man lived on the third floor in a corner apartment. He was in his living room watching football. The lights suddenly turned on in the apartment across from yours. You quickly glanced to watch and see what would appear. 

“Holy shit.” You said aloud to yourself when you saw the man walk up to his glass door and peer out. 

You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was gorgeous. Tall, slender built, and dark brown hair that was styled back neatly. He had a black suit and tie on. He loosened his tie as he stood looking out into the distance. 

He stood still for a few minutes, then turned and walked out of view. You took a deep breath in and decided that you’d go inside for the night. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of Chardonnay. Then, you went into the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch. 

A few hours and three glasses of wine later, you had fallen asleep on your couch while watching Grey’s Anatomy. Around 3:30 in the morning, You were jolted awake from the nightmare that you were having.

“It was just a dream! It was just a dream!” you kept saying to yourself over and over as you sat up trying to calm down.

You felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest. As you stood up, you turned off the television and walked your glass into the kitchen where you placed it in the sink. You looked over to the glass door and saw that you hadn’t shut the curtains yet. You walked over to pull the curtains, but when you looked out and over to the windows across from you, you saw the man from earlier now just in black boxers staring straight at you. 

You let out a gasp and hurried to pull the curtains closed. Shit! Did he see me earlier? How long has he been standing there looking in my windows? These thoughts were racing through your head as you hurriedly made your way to your bedroom. 

As you laid down in bed, you kept thinking of him. His gorgeous hair, those dark eyes, and that undeniably sexy body. You started to feel a bit of a tingling sensation, but snapped out of your thoughts quickly. You literally just got out of a relationship! Granted it was awful, but still! Plus, you don’t even know this guy!

The next morning, you woke up and got ready for the day. You grabbed your computer bag, and headed out the door to the little coffee shop on the corner. You love this tiny cafe and do your work there every day as you eat and drink your usual duo. A lemon blueberry scone and an iced caramel macchiato with cold foam.

You have become one of the regulars, so every morning when you walk in, the barista has your meal ready for you. Then, you sit in the same back corner booth and begin work. You work for a marketing firm out of California, so your job is completely virtual, which you absolutely love. You don’t like going out in public very often, and when you do, you try to go when you see that there aren’t many people. However, living in New York City made that a bit more challenging, but you're adjusting. 

“Need a refill?” one of the waitresses and now your friend, Johanna says with a big smile on her freckled face.

You looked up at Johanna and smiled as you replied, “Absolutely! I think today is going to be a long one.”

“You got it!” Johanna said as she spun around and twisted her curly red hair up into a bun on the top of her head.

The bell rang and someone new walked in. Not many people frequent this small establishment, so when the high pitched noise rang out through the air, you looked up curiously to see who it was that came inside. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat. It was him. The man from the window. 

You sat back quickly and tried to hide in the booth, but it didn’t work very well. He spotted you and gave you a smile. Then, he ordered his coffee and left. A huge sigh of relief left you when he walked out. You had no idea what you would say to him if he approached you. You were a hot mess when it came to talking to guys. 

Over the past few months, you had tried to meet someone. You thought it would help you move on from your ex-boyfriend Spencer faster. You quickly learned just how awkward you are and how awful you are at conversations. You had been on three dates so far and every one of them ghosted you after the first night. It was only a dinner date, and yet somehow you had managed to run them off every time. 

“OH. MY. GOD! Girl, did you see how hot that guy was?!” Johanna said as she handed you your new drink.

You stared at her for a moment and then giggled, “yes, I saw him.”

Johanna sat down across from you and started talking so fast, “I could barely even speak! Ugh! Could you imagine being with someone like him?!”

“Yeah, it definitely would be interesting!” You laughingly replied and then let out a long sigh, “I should probably get going. I’ve finished my work for the day. It wasn’t as bad as I thought after all.” You started packing up everything and slid out of the booth.

“Okay! Will I see you tomorrow?” Johanna replied as you stood.

“Maybe!” You said in a high tone as you made your way to the door, “See you later!”

You made it home and flopped down onto the couch. You couldn’t stop thinking of the guy across from you, but then all of those thoughts were interrupted when your phone dinged from a notification. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened up the screen. It was a Facebook notification about memories that you had from two years ago. 

You immediately felt sick to your stomach. You knew that all of your past memories included Spencer. You decided to swipe the notification away without opening it and laid your phone facedown on the coffee table. Those memories were a thing of the past and that’s where they needed to stay. You were tired of anything and everything dredging up things and reminding you of the life you used to live. It’s time to move on.

#ben barnes #billy russo #billy russo smut #the punisher #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes smut #billy russo fanfic #fanfic #smut #smut fanfiction #billy russo x female reader #dark billy russo #billy russo x reader #ben barnes x reader #benbarnesedit #fanfiction #s

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

High school sweethearts x Billy Hargrove x female reader

7 years after everyone left Hawkins high, Jonathan and Nancy hosted a reunion for the old gang. The last time they saw you was during your rocky relationship with Billy during high school, now 7 years have passed and the question on everyone’s lips is ‘are you two still together?”

Warnings: alcohol, the reader and Billy having a slightly toxic relationship in high school, the starcourt mall incident is mentioned in detail

A/N: I’ve received my first request, I hope that you enjoy it. They requested a fic where Billy and the reader use to fight a lot in high school, there’s a reunion and the reader shows up pregnant and married to Billy, Dustin teases Steve as he used to have a crush on you. I had so much fun writing this. I’m from the U.K. sorry if it sounds overly British in some parts. Apologies for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

Johnathan passed a glass of Chardonnay towards Nancy who was sat on their worn out brown leather couch, deeply engaged in her conversation with Robin.

Robin grew her hair down to her shoulders since she graduated Hawkins high, choosing to run as far away from Hawkins as she possibly could, but on her salary it wasn’t very far. She lived with her girlfriend Vicki in a suburban neighbourhood, with one of those white picket fence and all that other bullshit you see in Hollywood movies, only instead of kids they were the proud parents of a grey tabby cat called Freddy. Their neighbours adored them both, but then again Vicki knew that the way to peoples hearts was through their stomachs and her homemade brownies was a sure hit. Their neighbours claimed that they envied their friendship for they were as close as close can be, which caused Robin to splutter out brownie crumbs over Mrs Robinson’s pearly white table cloth. Robin was glad that she could live out the rest of her days surrounded by the woman she loved, far enough so that her parents don’t catch them two in a compromising position for robin’s parents seriously lacked boundaries, but near enough so she could visit (annoy) Steve.

“Thanks babe” Nancy smiled taking the glass from Jonathan’s hands, placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

The light caught the shiny stone that was placed upon her left hand, it shone brightly on the silver band it was situated upon.

“Jonathan it was about time, you had no idea how many nights I heard Nance complain about the lack of ring on her finger-“ Robin’s words that clearly didn’t pass through the filter that laid between her brain and her mouth, was cut short by Nancy shushing her cringing as her cheeks flushed scarlet red.

“Oh was she now?” He questioned, sitting beside his fiancé placing his arm around her shoulder, smirking as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.

“Erm” Robin stuttered bringing her own beer to her mouth to stop her from landing herself into more hot water.

“This dude” Argyle laughed patting Jonathan too hard on the back that it made his beer slosh around in its bottle, which caused Nancy to momentarily glare at Argyle for the last thing she wanted right now was to scrub out a beer stain from her cream carpet.

“This dude had that pretty little diamond ring kept away in his closet for months, like honestly I’m not even engaged to the beautiful Nance but I was freaking the fuck out, if he wasn’t going to ask her I felt like I should”

“Dude!”

Argyle held his hands up in defence, while Jonathan buried his head within his slightly regretting ask Argyle to be his best man.

Argyle still worked at surfer boy’s pizza but this time he was promoted to manager. Argyle liked a stress free simple life, as long as he had enough money to pay his bills and to buy weed he couldn’t be happier, plus he had access to all the pizza he could eat.

The Byers/ Wheelers high school reunion wasn’t supposed to be about their engagement but when Jonathan took his damn time to pop the question, the events almost intertwined.

“I mean it could be worse, you could be a certain you know who” Robin added swigging her bottle back, she choked on the liquid as she realised what she had just said. Her and her stupid mouth

“Robin!” Nancy hissed at her friend

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Yours and Billy’s relationship throughout high school was rocky to say the least, in fact it was turbulent. You two were both at each other’s throats, it was if you both made a game who would piss each other off the most. The amount of times you both called it quits only to wind up in each other’s beds and arms a few days later, it was nauseating to witness the dizzy game of back and forth between you both.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!” You screamed, your eyes narrowing capturing Billy in a deathly glare, your nostrils flaring as you tried not to act upon your instinct to punch him right in his fucking perfect face

The cheerleader who was momentarily against his side scurried off not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of your fiery argument.

“It’s not what you think princess”

“Oh really? Then enlighten me Billy, why the fuck was Sophie just hanging off your arm!” You spat glaring daggers into his skin.

“You’re being over dramatic princess-“

“Oh I’m being over dramatic! Fuck you Billy we’re over!” You shrieked throwing the necklace that he brought you on your one year anniversary at his feet. You turned your back to him with tears burning at your eyes threatening to spill.

Robin placed her arm around you dragging you away before you did something you’d regret, but she wouldn’t of blamed you if you planted a punch against his jaw.

“Y/N” billy called after you

“You dare step a foot near her again you’re fucking dead!” Nancy threatened turning on her heels, walking towards Robin who was comforting a very distressed Y/N.

That weekend was spent crying your eyes out on Nancy’s bed, while the girls did their best to comfort you, trying their hardest to conceal the fact that they were secretly overjoyed that you two had called it quits. Just hoping that it was for real this time.

‘Y/N you left your - oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Nancy groaned upon seeing the all too familiar boy kissing you passionately in the parking lot

Robin gritted her teeth in such a force it was surprising that her jaw didn’t shatter upon impact, trying her hardest to conceal her frustration.

They both loved you dearly but seeing you back in the arms of that jerk really pushed their patience . Like the past weekend that they had just spent picking up the pieces he left meant nothing.

“I’m done with him and I mean it”

“Honey I love you but you say this every single time” Nancy groaned placing a soggy cafeteria fry into her mouth.

“I agree with Nance, Y/N he treats you like shit! You’re a beautiful girl who deserves the world and someone who can adore the ground you walk upon. But honey he isn’t it, I know you love him but you have to call it quits” Robin pitifully smiled towards your direction as she awkwardly rubbed her hand against your back. Really she wanted to scream at you to ditch the loser but she was trying her damn hardest to bite her tongue

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“Y/N is coming tonight, dude you have to say something to her” Dustin suggested taking a long sip of his beer

“Okay A, it’s still weird that you can drink now! And B, okay just because she’s coming doesn’t mean that’s she’s available. I mean have you seen how attached at the hip she was with billy?”

“You’re kidding right? Hello her and Billy were arguing so much to the point that we all had to take a trip to the nurses office with our killer headaches. She’s now 27 I doubt she has the time for his immature bullshit. So what do you say king Stevie, you ready to save your princess from her tower?” Eddie smirked, elbowing Steve in his ribs while Dustin laughed at the sudden change in colour in Steve’s cheeks

“Shut up” Steve mumbled taking a swig from his bottle, suddenly finding the floor very fascinating to look at. Wishing that the floor would open up a wormhole that would swallow him whole, away from his friends who are finding enjoyment in his embarrassment.

“Aww is Stevie blushing?”

“You have it so hard for her” Dustin snorted which was soon cut short by Steve’s death stare

“I hate you both” he groaned rolling his eyes at the two men in front of him.

“One Rocky road please” ordered a radiant Y/N, she look awe inspiringly beautiful with her cherry coloured lips.

Steve was freaking the fuck out, I mean it’s Y/N for Christ sake. The same girl from his English class who looked effortlessly beautiful without her trying, it’s like she never had a bad day even if she tried. Now she was inches away from him, damn scoops ahoy for making him where this damn sailor suit.

“The lady has great taste” smirked Steve trying his best at being flirtatious, despite Robin telling him that his attempt of a smoulder made him look constipated.

You took the cone from his hands, about to reach into your pocket for the cash to pay-

“It’s on the house”

“Oh thanks” you smiled in disbelief over this kind gesture “you’re Steve right? I’m Y/N we have English together”

“That we do” you turned to leave, smiling at him again to thank him for the free ice cream. He watched you go cursing himself for not plucking up the courage to ask for your number, Robin is definitely going to add a line on the ‘you suck’ tally, Steve swears that he can already hear her laughing at his misfortune.

Steve felt his heart drop as he watched you from the parlour window. As who should place their arm around your shoulder? No other than Billy Hargrove, Steve’s worst enemy in the whole of Hawkins high. The one who took his keg king title away from him but now his crush too!

Steve could feel the anger burning his skin as he watched the blonde haired boy placing a kiss on your lips.

Damn you Billy Hargrove!

So Steve admired you from afar, every time he saw you walk into class wearing Billy’s jacket with a turtleneck that rolled down slightly when you leant forward revealing a hickey, feeling like a bullet to his heart as he wish it was him taking you out on dates marking your skin to show everyone that you’re his. From the fiery arguments he overheard in the halls and the time you showed up to scoops ahoy with mascara staining your cheeks while Robin comforted you in the stock room. He knew one thing, that you were too good for an asshole like Billy.

But nothing could prepare Steve for seeing you both at prom. You and Billy looked vomit inducingly cute, you wore a scarlet floor length silk dress that complimented your every curve, while Billy wore a shirt in the same colour with most of the buttons undone showing off his rippling abs. Your wrist adorned a corsage of red roses and the ring on your finger caught the light like a disco ball. Showing off to the whole school your promise ring, that you are his and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and only him, no matter how much of the school didn’t believed in your relationship, but you did and that’s all that matters.

His arms wrapped around your waist while you had yours tightly wrapped around his shoulders, your bodies pressed close together, holding each other close while you swayed to a slow song. Soft smiles spreading across your faces.

This killed Steve as he watched from the ends of the room, watching you be happy with him was torture. But if you were happy that was all that matters, and maybe he could be happy to accept that too?

When Steve graduated his parents brought him a house on the outskirts of town, he still continued to work at family video. Steve didn’t need to work with the whole rich parent thing, but he enjoyed the routine of his job and it was a chance to flirt (failing to do so) with the customers as his quest to find someone still continues. Yes he had a few flings here and there but with his disaster of his dating life he was starting to question if love was for him.

He busied himself in his work and keeping his the friendships he made . He had Robin who practically was still attached at his hip, they had regular movie nights ending up in too much beer, getting unbelievably drunk

and him having to apologise to Vicki for having to pick up her very drunken girlfriend. Steve regularly visited Eddie at the hideout not missing a single concert, corroded coffin was really taking off, attracting a large audience and last time Steve heard they were in talks with an agent. And Dustin practically lived at his when he visited from college in the holidays .

Steve must admit it felt weird standing in the kitchen of his ex girlfriend’s house who’s now engaged to someone who once had beaten him up, but when you have spent the last few years hunting down monsters most only believed exist in fiction, weird felt almost like the norm to him.

Mike and Will stood engaged in conversation leaning against a wall, Mike throwing the occasional glance to his girlfriend El who sat in the corner playing with Jonathan’s and Nancy’s puppy Lilly. For the party was getting a little too overwhelming for her and she decided that dogs were better than people, smiling at the small bundle of fluff that was curled up in her lap. Since she left Hawkins she finally felt at peace with her powers after gaining them back and not having a monster wanting to kill her for them nearly every year, and Mike became better at communicating his love for her and never fails to remember to add ‘love Mike’ at the end of all of his letters.

Max arrived to the party with Lucas following behind her, Lucas gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek before greeting Mike and Will.

“I missed you” El beamed at Max as she slid down next to her handing her a can of soda. Popping the tab and taking a long sip. Max and El were the only sober ones of the party for El didn’t like the taste and disliked the way it made her feel, and Max refused to touch the stuff after the way her mom used to drink herself to sleep. Max recently got her license so she was more than happy to be her boyfriend’s designated driver.

“You too el” max smiled scratching the pup behind the ears that slept peacefully on El’s lap.

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The clock read out 7pm you were officially an hour late. Everyone was starting to become increasingly concerned that you weren’t going to show.

Nancy and Robin felt a small pang of guilt eating away at them slowly for losing contact with you over the years. Not that it was intentional, when you left for college and then moved house as soon as you graduated they forgotten your number. It wasn’t till Nancy saw Max at the grocery store not long returning from college , she asked about you and Max said that she still had your number.

Maybe you hated her for loosing contact with you, believing it to be personal and didn’t want to show?

The knock at the door brought the pair out of their guilt induced downwards spiral.

Racing towards the door the women practically threw themselves towards the wooden frame, squealing in delight as if they were still in high school. Their old best friend was behind the door and they couldn’t wait to catch up with you over the years they had missed. Wondering if anything has changed, maybe you dyed your hair or got that tattoo you were always talking about?

Flinging open the door the two gasped when they saw you

“Oh my god congratulations!” Nancy screamed out in excitement seeing your stomach that was carrying your second child. Pregnancy suited you for you were practically glowing, you looked happy and they couldn’t be happier for you as you deserved that over your shitty high school experience.

“Thank you” you chuckled as Robin enclosed you in such a tight embrace you momentarily struggled to breathe.

“Robin careful of the baby!” Nancy scoffed slightly slapping Robin’s arm as she finally let you breathe

“I missed you guys”

“And we missed you, we promise that we’re never going to lose touch again. I’m going to be the best auntie Robin to your child” Robin joked, you couldn’t help but beam with joy at your old friends.

It has been 7 years since you last saw them both, but at this moment in time it was like you were all transported to the good old high school days. It felt like nothing had changed when so much had.

“So who’s the lucky guy?”

“My husband-“

“You’re married!” Nancy gasped, a small part of her was disappointed that she wasn’t able to attend it, but you were here now and could hopefully be able to attend hers.

“Auntie Max” called out a childlike voice, as a small girl ran into the house towards where Max was sitting

“Hey tiger” Max smiled picking up the girl and twirling her around in the air, smiling adoringly at the girl who was letting out high pitch squeals of laughter.

Wait auntie Max? That means? Wait what?

Robin and Nancy exchanged perplexed looks, their brows furrowed heavily as they tried to process what they just heard.

The commotion attracted the attention of the three men in the kitchen, who all looked just as bewildered as Robin and Nancy. That means that you’re still together with Billy, you were actually married to him and not only had one child with him but two!

It really should be obvious as little Kelly had the same sandy messy curls as her farther, completed with his piercing ocean eyes. But everything else resembled about her a mini you, for she shared your nose and face shape, she was the perfect combination of you both.

“No fucking way” Eddie whispered with wide eyes as Billy appeared from behind you gently kissing you on the cheek.

Billy hadn’t aged a day since he graduated high school, you both packed and moved to California where he worked part time as a mechanic at the local garage, and weekends he taught people how to surf. Determined to provide enough for his family and to be the farther he never had to Kelly and to baby Dean who was on the way.

While you taught English at a high school, quickly becoming your students favourite, as they said in their own words that you made the boring dusty books that the curriculum required you to teach actually fun. Well at least you did before you took maternity leave, now you were back in Hawkins to stay with Max and Lucas for a few days which subsequently led you to be invited to the Byers and Wheelers high school reunion.

You felt the anxiety bringing up the bile up your throat on the car ride there, every little thing was making you nauseous nowadays. Last week it was Billy’s cologne which ended up with him buying a new one which didn’t make you want to projectile vomit all over the place, pregnancy was the most rewarding and yet the worst thing you ever had to experience. All you wanted was the chance to be able to not have these raging headaches and to relax with a glass of wine sitting in your favourite jeans before they stopped fitting you.

“It’s going to be okay” Billy soothed placing his hand on your thigh rubbing small circles to calm your racing mind, which felt like it was racing at a dizzying fast speed.

“I love you”

“Love you too princess”

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Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Steve and Dustin all gathered in the doorway between the lounge and the kitchen all looking at Billy in complete bewilderment. From what they last remembered of Billy was that he was quite possibly biggest asshole that they ever had the displeasure to have met, a rude, arrogant dick who had a habit of hurting their friend at any given opportunity. Now he was sitting on the couch with the three year old on his knee, she was giggling at her farther as he was dancing her bear in front of her face talking in silly made up voices. Safe to say that they were all utterly speechless, who would of thought that Billy Hargrove would be such a doting farther?

Kelly was very shy over so many new faces, so she wanted to be close to her dad. She definitely was a daddy’s girl.

“Hey” Argyle softly spoke capturing the three year olds attention, she looked at the new face with a timid smile. Argyle has a warming loveable presence which enticed the small child. “I’m Argyle what’s your name sweetie?”

“Kelly” she spoke shyly

“What a rad name”

In a few minutes Argyle pretty much adopted her like he was her fun uncle, leaving Billy and Y/N to actually catch up with the people attending the party.

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Having your body controlled and your life nearly snatched away in a matter of seconds made Billy realise a lot of things. One of them was that he couldn’t lose you, for you are the best thing to have ever happen to him. He acted like a dick to you but in reality he was scared of how much he loved you, it was easier for Billy to turn to his default setting of anger rather than to show this foreign emotion that felt almost uncomfortable to show.

But seeing you clutch his body so close to your heart that felt like it was breaking as each second passed by. You thought that you were going to lose the love of your life.

“Don’t you dare leave me, hang on baby please” you begged, your voice breaking into a strangled cry. Not caring that his blood was staining your clothes, for you needed to hold him close to you. Praying to whoever was listening to save him for you couldn’t live if he was gone.

They say that before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, Billy saw all the times he hurt you, all the tears he made you cry over the way he treated you. He couldn’t let you have these memories of him to live on when he was long gone, deciding in that moment when his lungs tightened slowing down his breathing, if he was going to make it he was going to do whatever it takes to make things right as he couldn’t lose you.

Billy started to break down his many walls that protected his damaged heart around you, he started to communicate his feelings and not hold them in till they burst out and he says something that he later regretted. Once he was out of the hospital he started to see the school counselor, he begrudgingly dragged his ass their every week, he hated attending every damn session where he was forced to talk about his shitty upbringing but Billy is doing whatever it took to make your relationship work. He was determined to do whatever it takes not to fuck up again as much as it scared him to say he loves you, he truly loves you and couldn’t afford to let you go.

Billy knew that you were going to be the one he was going to marry since the first day he laid eyes on you , yes you still fought but at least it was about small menial things that could be easily talked through, but now your relationship was stronger than ever.

Now there was no good and bad, it was just good and you both couldn’t be happier. Billy adored the ground you walked upon, he cared for you in every way he possibly could. He brought you flowers every Friday and you felt truly loved and adored by him, not this bittersweet lustful romance you experienced in high school. This now was true love, Billy was a great farther and a great husband doing all the old romantic cliches but you loved him for it.

Everyone in the party once didn’t believe in your relationship, thinking and wishing that it’d all be over soon to save the heartache for all of you. But seeing the way he looked at you with doting eyes, like you were the most beautiful woman ever created, they all admitted that they were wrong for it was clear to see that he loved you and you loved him.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and I hope that you liked it , my requests are always open is you want me to write a fic based on any idea you have. Also Argyle gives me fun uncle vibes and El definitely would befriend the host’s pet.

@kayleigh--23

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {10}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, things get a little heated (finally) - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || under construction

The road trip was passing by too quickly for my liking and I knew all too soon I would have to share Pierre with his team once again. 

Last night we stayed in Marseille, deciding to break the trip to Barcelona into two stops. Without the draw of Formula One around Pierre was only approached a few times by his fans. It meant we got to go sightseeing in peace and explore what the beautiful seaside city had to offer without being swarmed - and not a single reporter appeared.

We had arrived in Nabonne just after sunset and after all the walking she had done Addie was too tired to leave the hotel for dinner so Pierre had left to shop for some groceries and we were going to make our own meal. After more than four days of fancy dinners and room service we were both ready for something homemade. 

While he was out I bathed Addie in our ensuite and dressed her in her pyjamas before doing the same myself, slipping into a pair of cotton shorts and a camisole that would keep me cool in this humid weather. They were purchased with comfort in mind but as I looked at myself in the mirror I felt self conscious and debated changing into leggings to hide the scars that ran down one of my thighs. 

The surgeons had needed to put metal pins into my hip and the top of my femur after Erik had shattered it pushing me down the stairs of our townhouse, that was the last thing I could remember, everything else was black after the first tumble. Though it meant I was able to walk, it left me with two large scars and a limp whenever the weather turned cold.

“Where’s mama?” 

My face off with the mirror ended with Pierre’s question and I forced myself to leave the bedroom when Addie answered. 

“What’d you get?” I asked as I rounded the doorway and saw him carrying two laden-looking paper bags. I rushed forward to take one before the bottom fell out of it and found more ingredients that we would ever need for just one dinner meal. “Are we expecting guests?”

“I, uh, wasn’t sure what you liked,” he said as he started to unpack his bag on the kitchen bench, “so I got a bit of everything.”

“I’ll eat anything, it’s her you’ll need to convince,” I said with a nod to Addie who was completely engrossed in an episode of Miraculous Ladybug or something. “Think you are up for the challenge?”

Pierre looked offended that I even asked before opening all the cupboards in search of the pots and pans. “You can go relax, I’ve got this handled.”

“Yes, chef.” I saluted but instead of going to the living room I went to the minibar and held up two bottles of wine. “Which pairing? Red or white?”

He pointed to the chardonnay and I grabbed two wine glasses before taking a seat at the island to watch him cook. 

“Those quick reflexes are handy,” I noted as I sipped my wine while he chopped the onions and mushrooms with speed and precision. It was mesmerising to watch the muscles work along his forearm and I stared for far too long before I looked away with burning cheeks. “Who taught you how to cook?”

“Oh I don’t know how to cook, I’m just making this up as I go,” he said before grinning. “No, my mother taught me whenever I came home from the driver’s academy. She was worried I wouldn’t be able to fend for myself.”

“Was she right?”

He laughed and tossed the chopped vegetables into the hot pan before taking a sip of his wine. “Absolutely. What about you?”

“Rebecca taught me a little bit when we were on the road and my abuela made sure I could make tortillas from scratch, but I took some cooking lessons when I left the circuit and moved to London.”

“What about your mum?”

I shrugged and took a bigger sip of the wine, savouring the buttery notes that lingered on my tongue. “She’s a lawyer, so travelling with us wasn’t really on the cards with her schedule and I couldn’t stay in Manchester with her; her hours weren’t exactly child friendly. When we got to spend time together it was usually shopping or going on holiday somewhere, not cooking.”

Pierre frowned and put down the knife he had been using to dice up prosciutto so he could lean on the island opposite me. “I’m sorry, that’s gotta be hard for a kid.”

“I think she had something to prove.” I swirled the wine around my glass as I vocalised ideas I had thought of for years growing up. “My grandparents, dad’s parents, are loaded and when he met my mother they pretty much accused her of using him for his money. She worked harder than anyone, putting in more hours, until it was her name on the building and I’m proud of her. I just wish we got to spend more time together but she’s more than made up for it since Adelaide came along.”

“Well, that’s something at least,” he murmured, unconvinced. “I don’t think I could ever be apart from my child, if I had one.”

I looked at Addie, the quiet fascination and wonder in her eyes as she watched the tv. It was the same look she had when we had taken to her an interactive museum in Marseille or when she had ridden on Pierre’s shoulders along the promenade, her hands reaching for the sky like she could touch the cotton candy clouds. Those moments were something I never wanted to miss. “Me neither.”

“What’s the verdict?” Pierre asked Addie after she took a bite of the creamy pasta he had made. We waited with bated breaths but before she even finished swallowing her mouthful she was giving him the thumbs up with one hand and shovelling another spoonful into her mouth with the other. Sauce flicked across the table from the long fettuccini ribbons that she sucked into her mouth and I covered my face at the sight. 

“I swear I’ve taught her manners,” I muttered but Pierre waved it off with a proud smile. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“You should, this is amazing!”

I collected the empty bowls when everyone was finished and topped up our wine glasses before getting started on the dishes. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Pierre murmured in my ear as he came to stand behind me, his hands resting lightly on my hips. 

“The chef doesn’t clean, it’s an international law.” I leaned back into his touch but still kept scrubbing the dishes because I knew the faster I finished I could then enjoy the rest of the evening chilling on the couch. 

He brushed my hair over one shoulder and pressed a kiss to the bare skin at the curve of my neck, a pleasant shiver running down my spine. “If you insist.”

He took our full glasses into the living room and I heard Addie talking so fast I couldn’t make out what she was saying but eventually the chatter fell quiet. After draining the water and entering the living room I saw why she was quiet, Addie was fast asleep curled up against Pierre and I couldn’t resist immortalising the sweet moment with my phone. 

“Do you want to choose a movie and I’ll put her to bed?” I asked as I scooped her up.

The hotels we had booked were all two bedrooms so Addie and I were co-sleeping and Pierre had the other room. It was almost impossible to sleep knowing he was just on the other side of a thin wall and I wonder if he suffered the same thoughts. 

Satisfied Adelaide was settled in the bed, I turned on the nightlight that travelled everywhere with us and kissed her temple before closing the door. “I think she’ll go in the stroller tomorrow without a tantrum,” I said when I stole her empty spot beside Pierre, curling into his side as he opened his arms for me. “What is tomorrow’s agenda? We can go to the pool here if you need to use the gym in the morning.”

“Is that a polite way of telling me I need to get fit?” he teased.

“Please, I’ve felt your body.” I ran my hand over the defined ridges of his abs to prove my point. “You are definitely fit.” 

I couldn’t even tell you what movie he had chosen because the moment we made eye contact it was far from my mind. The electric energy sparking between us had only grown with our journey and the kisses we had shared were always interrupted but this time Addie was fast asleep. 

The question hung heavy in the air as his lips left scorch marks across my skin, the teasing traces of where they danced up my neck and along my jaw before finally connecting with mine. My body moved on its own accord, knowing what I wanted before I even thought it, and I shifted onto his lap. 

“Tell me if this is too fast for you,” he said as he pulled away as breathless as me and looked at me with pupils dilated with desire. “There’s no rush.”

I combed my fingers through his hair and tugged the strands to guide his head back so I could kiss his neck, a primal urge to mark his skin barely being restrained. I grazed my teeth over his racing pulse and his breath was shaky as he inhaled a lungful of air, exhaling a moan in my ear. 

“I want to feel you.” My hands were already lifting his shirt over his head and I tossed it aside before reaching for his belt. “I want to taste you.”

“Fuck,” he moaned and grabbed my ass as he stood up from the couch before carrying me to his room, “you can do whatever you want with me, I’m yours.”

Click here for chapter eleven.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife

#pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly x oc #formula one fanfiction #f1 fanfic #running from the flames

[highfunctioningalcoholic]

Drops of pinot noir sprayed against the white walls of the cabin, the back of his hand reaching out to wipe his mouth. That was the tenth glass, the tenth varietal he tried and they all tasted like shit. What once was his water, his life source all tasted like vinegar to him no matter what the kind; chardonnay, pinot gris, zinfandel, etc. Brands and wines he loved now all tasted sour and undrinkable. “GOD DAMN IT!” He screamed out throwing the wine bottle at the wall where the light red drops were slowly falling. His vision blurred as hot tears began to form in aggravation and despair. It was silly to get this upset over something so trivial to others but to Ender– Wine was his everything. 

He could remember the first time he had a sip of a table red during a dinner party his mother hosted. The way the flavors danced across his tongue exploding as the tannins and acidity mingled together. He had only been living in Italy a few years when she snuck that glass of wine across the table with a knowing little wink. It had been their little secret, as if she knew how much it would change his life. How much he clung to that blend ever since she died, longing to taste her cooking and hear her laughter once again… Every time he had a viognier, Ender was taken back to his wedding day. The way his husband’s eyes shone with love, laughing as he let Ender drag him to the dance floor and spin him around. How he could taste the honeysuckle and mango notes on his tongue as they kissed under the stars while their family and friend’s watched, whispering promises of forever in between breaths. 

Even pinot noir reminded him of Greyson and the night they met and it was one reason that Ender often reached for it while he was at camp. Soft and smokey just like the nightclub where they first hooked up, having no time to catch the other’s name. Wine was his life, his driving force and everything in his life was tied to a viraital that could snap Ender back into a memory just by the taste and body of the wine. Or at least it used to before it all turned into vinegar on his tongue. Falling to his knees, Ender reached up to cup the wound on his neck as a few tears he was unable to keep inside fell down his cheeks. Mourning his first love. Head tilting up towards the sky he calls out in his second language, “Padre, dove sei adesso?” Father, where are you now? “Il tuo dono più prezioso per me, il nostro amore condiviso, è stato rubato.” Your most precious gift to me, our shared love, has been stolen. “Come posso essere tuo figlio– come posso dimostrarmi degno se non riesco a sopportare il sapore del vino?” How can I be your son– how can I prove myself worthy if I can't stand the taste of wine? There was silence in his prayer as if he was waiting for a sign, an answer before he breaks out into a broken sob and lets out a scream of pure gut wrenching agony, mourning for all those memories that were tied to wine that was now lost. His entire being shaped and molded around fermented alcoholic grapes and now…

If he couldn’t love wine, then who was he? 

#no audience could ever want you ( ender ) #no audience could ever want you ( ender muse ) #padre dove sei adesso? ( ender prayer )

[lizzybeth1986]

KLAW DAY 1: THROWBACK

For Throwback Day I thought I'd revisit an old favourite of mine, That Old Grape Juice. I initially wanted to write it as a four parter - two parts that would focus on Liam and Olivia's friendship, and two that would (at the time) focus on a budding romance between Drake and Kiara. For obvious reasons, the Driara chapters never happened...but I do love the two Liam and Olivia fics I managed to write 😁

Cabernet Franc is the first chapter of this short series. It is set in Lythikos in TRR1 Ch 7, shortly after Olivia mocks Savannah in front of Drake. I hc'd at the time that she spent some time showing Liam around after that.

Chardonnay shows the Lythikos Ball in Ch 8, from Liam's point of view rather than the MC's. It also explores Liam's reaction to the kiss Olivia forces on him at that Ball and how he handles that situation.

Under the cut I'll be going through the process and experience of writing this fic!

1. What about this character inspired you to write this piece?

Oh, so many things!

- Often the Liam and Olivia equation was analysed back then mostly from Olivia's perspective, leading many to believe he didn't care much for her just because he wasn't romantically inclined. I believe that is not at all the case. This fic was an exploration of Liam's perspective of their friendship, while waking up to these new feelings he has for my MC Esther.

- This was written before Liam's Gastrodiplomacy scene in TRR3, but goddamn did I already get the impression that this man had an extremely extensive palate 😋 The food and the wine were DEFINATE inspirations!!

- I really, really, for once...wanted the kiss Olivia pushed on him to be viewed as a violating act, not as some comic thing or some political move that canon wanted to portray!

2. What was your process like?

I have NO experience with wine or any alcohol. Nor have I ever had lobster in my life. So a lot of my time was spent reading up on wines, trying to figure out what would be perfect for which chapter...and around that I would build my story!!

There was a lot more space for me to freely pick and choose what I wanted for "Cabernet Franc". My only requirement was that there should be a mention of vanilla, one of Liam's favourite flavours! Based on that I was able to choose the cheese as well. Certain sequences I'd had fixed in my mind before I did the research - I knew there needed to be a joke about the bust of Luther Nevrakis, and that the conversations between Liam and Olivia needed interruptions from the real world - in the shape of Olivia's secretary Anne-Marie. I knew I wanted Anne-Marie to be both a reminder to Liam of the origins of Esther, the girl he is growing to love, as well as someone who has to put up with so much of Olivia's tantrums and moods. It was a matter of trying to weave all these together with Liam and Olivia's contrasting views of their relationship as a connecting factor!

For "Chardonnay" I needed to work under a few restrictions. Because it was set during the Lythikos Ball, I knew that canon had already established lobster bisque as the main meal. It was more a matter of which wine would pair well with that...and even better if it were a white wine to contrast with the red one of the previous chapter!! I also needed to keep in mind that Liam is seated far away from Esther and Hana's table, so he may not see much. The prominent sequences I had in mind were Liam's confrontation of Olivia after he realizes she's treated Esther and Hana badly, the Kiss™, and the ensuing conversation between Olivia and Liam. I needed to take the underlying tensions of the previous chapter and double them in this one!!

3. What part of creating this piece gave you the most joy?

I wouldn't say joy...there's nothing joyful about this particular sequence in Chardonnay. But it did give me some comfort to write Liam's reaction to Olivia's kiss and have him view it as something he didn't consent to and was deeply uncomfortable with. I also have Olivia realize immediately that she crossed a line and rush in to apologize to him. Though that conversation then gets derailed into a brief discussion about propriety and public image, I needed to establish first and foremost how violating Olivia's gesture was here from Liam's point of view.

4. Did you have a playlist to get you in the mood for creating?

Not for this one!! Just a lot of tabs on my browser for wines 😅😅

5. Are there differences in the way you make content for this character, and the way they are depicted in regular canon/fan content? If so, why?

Re: canon, yes, definitely. Canon and some of the fandom don't exactly center Liam a lot in his own story and he is often used to make a point about how irresistible the MC is. I like exploring him as his own character, viewing him not only in romantic but also platonic relationships. Some of my favourite fics to write for him are the friendship fics I've made between him and another lady of the court like Hana, Kiara or Olivia.

Many Liam stans have special and unique ways of looking at him, and I'd like to believe that my Liam has his own uniqueness among them too. I like to explore his cultural background and since a lot of my content also looks at race relations, that plays a part in the way I write Liam too.

#king liam #kingliamappreciationweek #KLAW #the royal romance #the royal heir #the royal finale #KLAW Day 1 #KLAW Day 1: Throwback #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Sorry about your stressful day! How about a dribble for Wolfstar? With “letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it”

thank you, stressful days happen, and when they do we....cope with gay wizards!

this is the second ask for this prompt lololol but i don't mind at all because my favorite hc is remus only sharing with sirius ever. (and maybe james, but more sirius).

-

Remus pinned Sirius with a look once the waiter took the menu away, "You don't need to order for me."

"I didn't," Sirius said offhandedly, looking at the menu in his hand.

"You were going to."

"Yeah, because you just ordered a Chardonnay."

"I like Chardonnay."

"You won't like this one," he said and looked up, "you can decide on the appetizers if it makes you feel better and I won't laugh at you when you pronounce all the words wrong."

"Fuck off," Remus said just as the waiter returned with two glasses of wine. One white, one red.

"Love you too, mon cher," Sirius responded raising his glass. "Happy 10 years. To hopefully another ten of me not ordering for you."

"Prat," Remus responded, but leaned across the table to kiss Sirius on the mouth before they clinked their glasses together and each took a drink. Remus nearly spat it out, but somehow managed to swallow, knowing that of all the establishments they had been to together in the past ten years, this was not the place where spitting would be tolerated. Not on the linen table cloths or even in his lap onto his smart brown trousers. He looked nice for once and wasn't going to soil it so early.

And he wasn't going to give Sirius the satisfaction of being right.

Even if the Chardonnay tasted like sour urine.

Ten years later since i do and Sirius knew him cover to cover.

You're my favorite thing to pay attention to Sirius had said when they were sixteen and Remus could tell by the smirk on Sirius's much older face that he knew Remus wanted to spit the wine out.

"Want to try mine?" Sirius offered.

"I guess."

Sirius wordlessly handed his glass over, and Remus took a sip.

"That's good."

"I know."

Remus took another sip and tapped his fingers on the table before handing Sirius his glass of Chardonnay.

Sirius didn't touch the glass, only flagged the waiter down, "Can I get another glass of the red, and we'll start with the canapes."

(send me a bullet and i'll send a romantic dribble)

#asks #grey answers #romantic gestures #wolfstar

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Part 2

"Wait right here. One sec." Evan sprints around to his side of the table again and grabs his placecard. He makes his way back to me as I sit down in my original seat.

"Oh, shit I didn't grab this" Evan picks up my original date's card and chucks it across the table. It lands face down somewhere near his old seat. "Eh, close enough." A couple of people shoot looks in his direction. I can't help but giggle and that makes him smile. Those damn dimples again. They're so deep I could fill them with water and go swimming.

"Hey, thanks for coming to my rescue" I say to him.

"I mean I haven't done anything much yet. If he comes in with a good story I would be more than happy to back off. But you're welcome."

I only smile at him. If he walks in, he better have an epic story for me to totally ignore Evan. I can't say that to him quite yet.

Evan speaks again "Wow, ya know, I'm usually super shy around women. I don't know what got into me" He laughs. He starts fiddling with the seam of his pants. Maybe his anxiety is kicking in now.

"Oh? What made you come over?" I realize I'm totally putting him on the spot and instantly feel bad. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." I say.

He lets out a quick nervous laugh. "Uhh, no that's ok. I, uh, saw you sitting there and you looked like you were in distress, but I also noticed...how beautiful you were." He clears his throat. His eyes are shifty.

I laugh nervously and then our eyes meet and they stay locked for a few seconds.

We are interrupted by our waiter asking us what we would like for our meal. I order beef street tacos and Evan orders nachos.

"Want some wine?" Evan asks

"Yes , please. Something white. Red makes me sick"

"Oof, that's not good. Can I get a bottle of Chardonnay to split between us please?"

"Thanks" I say to him and the server.

"So, what's the story? What's up with douchebags standing you up and shit?"

"Well, I don't know him well or anything. So, cutting my losses isn't a big deal. In fact, I'm wondering if he even is who he says he is. It all seems rather strange. The last text I got was sort of a confirmation for tonight, but that was at 11 this morning. I tried googling him, but couldn't find much"

"Let's see here..." Evan has his phone out and he's scrolling through some pictures. "I met him once, not too long ago. He seemed like an alright guy. But, you just don't know people, really." He stops scrolling. He clicks on the picture and zooms in on a face. "Is this him?" He gently hands me his phone so I can get a good look. Evan's dimeanor and his voice are both soft. It strikes me how kind and helpful, even comforting he is.

I'm looking at a group picture of some people at an event. The picture isn't a close up, but even the grainy zoomed in face is recognizable. "Oh, I'll be damned. Yep, that's him" I hand him his phone back.

"Hey, at least we know he's real. Hope it makes the night a little bit less unsettling for you" he says softly.

"Well, can I be honest? You actually have made this night a hell of a lot less unsettling for me already." My eyes get soft as I smile at him. "Thank you for that"

"No problem" I can't describe the look on his face. Caring. Kind. More than that. Who is this guy?

I speak "So Evan, what's your story?"

"Well, I'm Evan peters. Been acting for a little over 20 years now."

"Oh, ok! Yes.." American Horror Story" I watched a few seasons then kind of stopped. But you were recently in a series playing Jeffrey Dahmer. Been meaning to watch it. I'm kind of a true crime follower" I laugh nervously. *Not in a weird way, if that's even possible" I close my eyes and put my head in my hand.

Evan laughs. "Gotcha. I won a Golden Globe for it, but man it took a toll on me"

"I can imagine. Having to put yourself in such a dark place for months. Sounds like you did a great job though if you won a Golden Globe! Congrats on that! I will have to watch it now"

His face lights up."Thanks! It did make it all worth it"

"Are you doing better now?" I ask

"Yea. Still have my moments, but much better. Been seeing a therapist."

"Yea, we all have our moments normally anyhow. No shame in getting some help. That's a big step." I smile encouragingly. He stares into my eyes.

"So how long have you lived in LA? I'm getting Midwest vibes from you" Evan says

"Oh really? What gave it away?"

"The accent. I'm from Missouri"

"Ah, ok then fellow midwesterner. I'm from Michigan. Got a job with an automotive company and they moved me out here about 3 months ago. Paid for it. Got me in a company owned house for my trial period. After that I pay rent, but it's discounted. Pretty good set up. I can't complain. I like the job too."

"Wow that's amazing..." His voice trails off as his eyes dart to something. I noticed it a split second before I hear a man's voice and woman's shrill laughter. My immediate thought is they are both drunk. Evan's face has gone from playful to pissed off.

"What?" I ask as I turn to look in the same direction as him.

"Well, there's your douchebag. Apparently with another woman."

Sure enough, there they are. Sloppily making their way to the seat. Douchebag sees his placecard on the floor and starts laughing hysterically. He sees me sitting there staring at him. And something like recognition hits him, but then he quickly pushes it aside.

"I take it he forgot who he invited where and what time" I say out loud.

I look at Evan. He looks pissed. But then he looks at me and his eyes soften. "Do you want me to back off so you can confront him. Or..." His voice trails off. He's holding his breath.

"Absolutely not. You're more of a man than he will ever be." I reply.

"Want to get out of here? Before they bring the food out?" Evan asks.

I nod my head "Yes, please."

#fic

[louisianaturra]

Carlton wine room, Carlton

It was my mum’s bday. She loves this place. I do too. It wasn’t that long ago that I was here and had every intention of reviewing it, however too much time passed. So I was happy that we were returning, another chance to critique this well renowned establishment.

Walking in, it’s bustling. Mind you it’s only 6pm, and it’s already busy. Like I said ‘well renowned establishment’. The host was quick to greet us at the door and tell us where our table was. The walls are white, black lights and wooden stools. Nothing offensive here. Classic, clean. We were led upstairs to another section that has round booths, sounds trashy but again it’s classic, kind of New York style.

Our waiter was personable, lovely and attentive. My partner and I arrived a little later than others, however she was quick to serve us a glass of champagne to match the table. Good guess. I love champagne. Carlton wine room is all about sharing. The food is prepared to be enjoyed and dissected by all at the table. I know it sounds bossy, but I usually take charge at places like this. People get overwhelmed and worry about who will like what. I just order as varied as possible to include everyones taste preferences. Most people appreciate it, others may get annoyed. Oh well. We ordered some oysters, Tasmanian. Good, some a little frozen, but of quality. We then ordered an anchovy on fried bread with whipped ricotta and pickled cucumber. We had one vego, the waiter offered to replace the anchovy with a mushroom. My sister in law said it was delicious. Ours was a beautiful starter, thin crispy bread with a subtle mix of salty, sweet and sour. Lovely.

Next was the eggplant dish, this was bursting with flavour. Mint, chilli, currents, with a creamy finish however had texture. The other dish was the asparagus, with an avocado sauce and salmon roe. The roe bursts little salt pop rocks into your mouth, and the avocado balances the dish nicely. I would have preferred less roe, a little overpowering.

The next dish was an obvious favourite, so much so that my partner and brother agreed to order another after the main. This was the stracciatella with pickled mushrooms and chive oil. I cannot describe the decadence of this dish, to look at yuk. To eat, an absolute delight. Look past the frog swamp, grab a potato focaccia( hand made, light and fluffy) and dig in. You won’t regret it.

By this point I had a few Awericanos and a Chardonnay. I decided to order some sparkling, the waiter brought me the champagne from earlier… I didn’t realise until 3 glasses in… whoops. This was also when I realised that we had been waiting over 30mins for our mains…

Our mains were pork and chicken. The pork was served in a mustard style sauce, it was good, however I am a terrible judge of pork. It reminds me of human.. too graphic? Sorry. The chicken had big chunks of bacon, mushroom and a lovely red wine jus. The chicken was cooked perfectly, juicy and well seasoned. There was also a side of grilled zucchini and ricotta. A lovely palate cleanser.

My sister in law ordered the rigatoni with smoked ricotta, tomato and basil. Before it was ordered I very politely said to the waiter that last time we ordered this the pasta was under cooked and cold. She looked at me sarcastically and said ‘okay I’ll tell the chef to COOK the food this time’. I realise it may have come across as snooty, however I wasn’t being an arsehole and her response was uncalled for. Give me shit behind my back instead. Mind you this wasn’t our original waiter. Figures. When the dish came out, the pasta was al dented however it was cold again… disappointing.

The dessert is worth ordering. I never ever think twice about ordering a rum baba. Seems old school and out of fashion. The Carlton wine rooms rum baba deserves an award. For The booziest rum baba in town. They present it as a slice of cake, rather than the original muffin shape. It also works perfectly as a share dish, everyone just grabs a spoon and digs in to the booze soaked sponge. An absolute triumph.

The Carlton wine room is a great night out. The service is impeccable, the food is well priced and appears to be served with love and passion. There were some gaps, however the positives override any issues. I highly recommend the rum baba, but be warned, if you are driving… you may blow over the legal limit. Take a taxi.

#restaurant review #foodcritic #lovefood

[therantingfangirl]

🔥🦚🏳️‍🌈

🔥 - How has the way you think about yourself changed since you realized you were queer?

It really depends on my mood. I’m still not out of the closet IRL, except with like 8 people—and only 2 of those people are in my family. There’s times when all I can think about is how my identity would make my parents and 2 of my siblings not want to be around me anymore, BUT when I did come out to my sister last July, I felt like I had been holding my breath for 22 years and I was finally able to release it.

There’s such a big difference in how I feel when im around people who know that im bi than those who don’t. I feel so free when im around those people and feel like I don’t have to hide myself.

I spent a really long time just pretending that the reason why I got so excited when Anko appeared on the screen or when I saw Emma Stone in a movie was appreciation for a badass woman. When I finally just sat and thought “oh, no. I’m just into women,” I felt like I had unlocked this big secret about myself to myself. I knew myself so much better in that moment, and have ever since.

🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?

Okay I never read romance novels, BUT One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston is absolutely beautiful. The main character, August is bisexual and has just moved to New York. She’s not 100% sure what she actually wants to do in life and she has a weird relationship with her family. August was so relatable and h watching her fall in love with a woman from a different time, stuck in a time loop, enraptured me. I finished the book in two days!

For queer tv, I HIGHLY recommend Schitt’s Creek. When writing the show, Dan Levy and Eugene Levy decided that they wanted to come up with a show that made coming out unnecessary. They wanted a show free from homophobia. And it was so refreshing! There’s one scene where David tells his friend that he’s pansexual and he says “I do drink red wine. But I also drink white wine. And I’ve been known to sample the occasional rosé. And a couple summers back, I tried a Merlot that used to be a Chardonnay, which got a bit complicated… I like the wine and not the label.” And that last sentence has always stuck with me.

🏳️‍🌈 - Do you enjoy the colors of your preferred flag? Do you incorporate it into your outfits, decor, etc.?

Well, I’ve never been a big fan of pink. But I think the bi flag colors together are gorgeous. My hair even had all three colors in it earlier this year when it was fading and I felt so proud of myself for looking like it. I usually only wear black, maroon, or olive green, so I don’t wear it and I don’t use it as decor, BUT I’ve definitely done multiple eyeshadow looks with the three colors.

Since you’re the person has always made me feel comfortable in who I am and was the person who pushed me so hard to admit what we both knew, thank you so much for the asks, @mortyvongola2-0. I wouldn’t be where I’m at in this understanding of who I am without you ❤️

#happy pride month #happy pride 🌈 #the ranting fangirl answers #bisexual awareness

[uroborosymphony]

Who killed Honey?

june, friday 10th. 4pm. At the Red Line, Kabukicho, Tokyo.

The fever from last night has not left the atmosphere. It scattered and sank through the golden and the black of the walls. My first performance, my first stage on unknown lands is for me the way to mark a territory. The eyes landing were not expecting a lioness aiming for the hunt. And the red line girls, the escorts, they look at me differently now. It’s envy. The ugliest of the seven sins yet one that brings the shadow of a smirk to the red of my lips. In the afternoon, the Red Line feels different than in the night. It is still open but not to the public. The girls are getting ready downstairs, dressed, powdered, helping each other out to fit their designer dresses gifted by the men they usually take care of. I’m watching them as I’m sitting down the couch, the one made of red velvet on the balcony, sipping on my glass of chardonnay. There’s hierarchy : the older girls, the most experienced ones are wearing the most expensive dresses, Dolce, Versace, they are at the top of the pyramid, always by the side of the important men that stand in the shadow. Meanwhile the younger ones fill the gaps, serve the henchmen and even run errands for the main girls. It’s fascinating to watch. A queenless hive. Bees controled by men. 

I stand up. My long black dress following my steps as I stand by the railing, as my lipstick keeps on tainting the clear of the glass like blood. My golden heels hit the ground and I climb down the stairs, slowly, one by one.

There are frames on the wall, pictures of the golden nights of the Red Line. A little sepia, a little black and white. Like a wall of glory that belongs to another time. My fingers explore the frames. Years are written along with titles to each photography. In a place that holds all the sins a human soul can feast upon, there is a red thread, history. History made by souls that here, are somebody yet nobody. Aliases and tragic stories of the world of the night. There a couple pictures of the stage before it was mine. The Red Line is known for its shows in the neighborhood, it’s one of its assets. The money earned on nights with shows is doubled compared to any other day. In the end, I am surprised myself they chose me - anybody trying to sing in this crazy area would want the Red Line stage. My eyes linger on one picture, one that features a singer under the spotlight. She is beautiful. Black long hair cascading down her exposed shoulders, a red dress embracing her shape, golden heels to follow each one of her moves. Gracious, Ethereal. She looks timeless, captured on that wall. I narrow my eyes as the written year says “2022″ - this was taken recently then? The title of the photography says Honey. 

Honey. Honey. Honey.

The word travel through the pages of my mind.

Flashbacks of last night are making their way back to me. After my show, an entire bottle of champagne in one hand, i was celebrating, in a middle of a pool of a loving souls that came to celebrate with me. My loves, my friends. Clients were passing by, resting a hand over my shoulder, a large smile on their lips. Men. Older men. Who in a way, probably thought they could own me simply by the gaze they had on me all night. 

Congratulations Honey. You did well, Honey. 

That’s what they said to me. That’s how they called me. A nickname, a petname i first thought - like one would call ‘darling’ or ‘baby’, I was ‘honey’ last night. But the woman on the picture is... too. The curl of the strands of her hair reminds me of mine. The shape of her eyes, too.

“Are you coming?” 

A voice from above my shoulder calls me back to reality. It’s one of the girls, the only one who’s talking to me, the one I met right before I started working here. “We’re going to run errands for Onee, are you coming with us?” I am barely paying attention to whatever she’s inviting me to yet I realize she is being nice by offering me to spend time with her and the girls - as the singer, I am obviously not included in their circle of gossips and scheming. “Who is she?” I ask, pointing at the woman on the frame. The photography I’ve been staring at for the last ten minutes. “Was she a singer here?”  I question.

“Honey? Nobody told you about her?” She questions in return, her eye brow lightly rising. “She was ths singer before you, she killed herself last month.” She then added with a voice that didn’t hold no emotion whatsoever. To the line, my eyes widen slightly. “What happened to her? Why would she kill herself?” I immediatly asked, my tone laced with surprise and concern. “It happens a lot around here you know. Everyone loved Honey, the clients, the bosses. She was close to us at the beginning and then she was not. Always talking to the higher ups, invited to the top floors to eat with them, she became a Queen and we were dirt under her shoe. Some say it was all a mask, that she wasn’t all alright in the head, that she was seeing things, losing her marbles every day. Others say that she killed someone. Or that she had debts her own life couldn’t make up for. So she jumped.” 

My eyes weren’t leaving hers as she was telling me the story of Honey. Something deeply cold, the absence of emotions she was displaying was icing my blood. As if, in the end, here, a life couldn’t matter less.

“So, you coming or na?” She then asked again, losing patience. The switch disturbed me. 

“I’m good. I will head back home. You girls have fun.” I simply answered as she nodded and half wished me a good day. She walked down back to the other girls who were gathering their Vivienne purses to head outside. I remained on my spot, my eyes fixated on the frame of Honey on a night of glory, the thought of her lifeless body found in the morning on the wet tarmac.

#main verse ⚕ The Songstress. #chapter one ⚕ The serpent biting its own tail. #solo para.

[claireinnc]

New River Gorge State Park -West Virginia

This was one of our adventurous weekends. We had booked a morning adventure to walk the narrow path under the New River Gorge Bridge. We drove up on Friday evening and arrived at our hotel - The Quality Inn. There was definitely nothing quality about this one. We dropped our bags and headed to the local restaurant. This would not have been our first choice, but we were tired and needed something close.

On entering the bar, I knew we had hit local! Too local for my liking. The red check, plastic table cloths and bright lights were not what I was expecting. At the bar, a row of bearded men, with baseball caps sat downing their beers. A look at the couples sat at the tables reminded me of times gone by, on old US shows. Red necks!

We sat down at a free table and a young waitress arrived to take our order. I was apprehensive about speaking too loud in a British accent. I did not want any attention in this bar!! When I asked for a glass of Chardonnay, she looked at me with a blank look and so I reverted to a glass of white wine. She looked a bit blank and then said, 'I'll see if we have any.' This summed up the place. The menu consisted of burgers or super burgers and of course fries - and they definitely were fried!

We really didn't stay long and I didn't really eat much...it was too fried!

The following morning we were up early to enjoy our challenge! We booked a guided walk under the New River Gorge suspension bridge. The bridge held the record for the longest steel arch bridge in the world until 2003. It is still the longest single span steel arch bridge in the United States and the third highest bridge in the country. Underneath the four lanes of busy traffic and in the midst of rusty red girders and beams is a two foot wide, steel walkway - only open for guided walks. That was our plan!

We were slightly worried about the weather, but it remained dry and not too windy for the entire time. After arriving at the booking centre, we were harnassed up and debriefed. Our guide then directed us to the minibus for the short drive to the start point.

After unloading form the mini bus, the group headed down a short path to the gated entrance. At this point, the guide explained that as we moved onto the bridge, we would have to deal with sensory overload - the noise from above, the fact that the path moved slightly and of course the height and dramatic scenery. He was right!

We were hooked onto the safety wire one by one and with the guide in front, Richard took the first steps. Slow and steady to begin with, to ensure we adjusted to the unusual experience. It took us about an hour to walk across, due in part to the constant photo stops and the informative chats with the guide. The structure itself was awesome and a great feat of engineering. The scenery was beautiful and I was so glad I had my camera with me.

At one point, the guide suggested we sit and dangle our legs and all the group bravely took the challenge. It was a very strange feeling and a cool thing to do.

We had a great morning and then went for lunch at a local cafe - Cathedral Cafe in Fayetteville. This was such a cool place, inside an old church building. The food was great, the atmosphere lively and just a fun place to be. The town also had some great outdoor shops and a great vibe.

In the afternoon, we took a drive down to the river and the valley. After a short stroll, the wind picked up and we were treated to a spectacular scene of leaves swirling and falling like rain drops.

Our second day, provided us with the opportunity to do great hike to Old Point - a different view of the bridge. It was a lovely morning and we were treated to deer running across our path as we made our way to the view point.

We loved West Virginia and enjoyed the beautiful fall colours.

#teachertravelsnc #west virginia #NewRiverNPS #wvbridgewalk #cathedral_cafe

[rabbitcruiser]

National White Wine Day

There is a positive rainbow of wines in the world, but none so sweet and fair as those that are deemed white. Make no mistake, white wines are rarely if ever truly white in color, but instead are beautiful varieties of straw-yellow, gold, or yellow-green. National White Wine Day was created to help celebrate this wine that stands out from all others.

Learn about National White Wine Day

National White Wine Day has been created so that we can pay tribute to this amazing alcoholic beverage. For many years, white wine has been the choice of drink for so many people. From Pinot Grigio to Chardonnay; there are so many different varieties to choose from. Whether you enjoy a glass of wine on an evening in front of the tea or you enjoy pairing different types of wine with your meals; this is a day for you to indulge in white wine and not feel guilty about it!

History of National White Wine Day

The earliest evidence we have of wine indicates that it was being made as early as 7500 years ago in what is now Iran. We are fairly certain that the birth of wine dates a good long while before this, but no archaeological evidence has been able to determine precisely when. What we do know is that ever since its creation it has held a place of high esteem in society, being used in holy rituals and traded among the noble and wealthy. It has been deemed a gift worthy of Kings and Queens, and its vintages have been hoarded in dark cool places like ancient treasures.

White wine comprises the largest percentage of wines made in Germany and Switzerland, and the northern half of France is also known for its broad variety of white wines. They are considered to be some of the most delicious wines and are often paired with fish. In Catalonia, in fact, there is a special sort of white wine known as Cava, and champagne itself is truly a sparkling white wine that is only produced in the Champagne province of France. National White Wine Day celebrates the antiquity of this golden wine and encourages us all to appreciate it throughout the year.

Of course, Champagne is the most well-known form of white wine, and it has been around for many years now. There have been vineyards in the Champagne region since the beginning of our era and it was the Romans that actually introduced grape-growing here. They identified the uniqueness of the soil in the area, which comes from the sloping landscape, chalky subsoil and oceanic climate. Nevertheless, champagne as we know it did not appear until the 17th century, prior to this the vineyards were used to produce both rose and red wines.

During the 17th century people began to master the natural effervescence of the local wine. Champagne was the wine of the Kings during this period and it is still associated with luxury and extravagance today, although you don’t have to be a royal to drink it. In the 19th century champagne houses were booming and this drink spread to the aristocratic elite. It hasn’t even been one hundred years since individuals of all classes began to enjoy the drink, as Champagne mania reached a more diverse crowd from 1945 onwards.

How to celebrate National White Wine Day

The best way to celebrate National White Wine Day is to get together with your friends and gather together your favorite vintages of white wine. Once you’ve got all the ones you’re familiar with, why not get a few more so that you can broaden your palette. Have a friend who loves wine? Why not surprise them with a bottle to enjoy? While you’re at it, research the best pairings for white wine and prepare an entire meal centered around them, and don’t forget dessert! National White Wine Day is the kind of day we celebrate all year long!

You could even celebrate this date by making your own white wine, such as a luxe bottle of champagne. We won’t lie, though: the process of making champagne is complex. The vital steps are as follows…

Choosing the cuvee – This is the base wine that is chosen to make the champagne.

Assemblage – This involves creating a base wine by blending still white wines.

The second fermentation – Yeast nutrient, yeast and sugar is added to the base wine, which is then put inside a sealed glass bottle to ferment.

Aging – After the second fermentation, champagne will be aged for a number of years in order to enhance the flavour.

Riddling – Riddling is the process of removing the dead yeast cells.

Disgorging – This step ensures that you are left with clear champagne. The bottle is stored upside down and an ice-salt bath is used to freeze the neck so that a plug of wine that is frozen and has the dead yeast cells is created.

Adding Dosage – Sugar, brandy and white wine is added to top up the bottle and alter sweetness.

Corking – Last on the list; the bottle is corked.

If you do not want all of this hassle, you could simply purchase one of the make your own wine kits that are available from retailers today.

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Wine and Dine with The Grand Store

Cooking a scrumptious meal is only part of the job done in a wine and dining setting. A large part of making your wine and dine experience special goes in the wines you select with the food served. The Grand Store has nearly 500 options of wines for you to choose from and shop wines online. You will find wines suited for all kinds of food, right from the appetizer to the main course and the desserts. So, how should you go about wine selection? Which wines are best paired with which wines? Come, let us help you make the task of wine selection easier.

At The Grand Store, we have the following types of wines:

* Sparkling wine     * Fortified     * Rose wine     * White wine     * Red wine

* Sparkling wines are fizzy wines due to carbonation and can be made from red, pink and white wines, although white and pink varieties are more common than red ones. Most of us have heard of Champagne, a white sparkling wine. One point to be noted is that all champagnes are sparkling wines, but not all sparkling wines are Champagne. Champagne wine is exclusively produced only in the Champagne region of northern France. Sparkling wines can range from dry to sweet and their flavours depend on the type of grapes used, the climate in which the grapes were grown, the winemaking method etc. Example: Boschendal Brut

* Fortified wines are wines to which a distilled spirit such as brandy is added during or before the fermentation process and this increases the overall alcohol content of the wine. Fortification gives out additional distinct flavours and aromas to the wine. These wines can be both dry and sweet varieties. Example: Boplaas Cape Vintage Reserve

* Rose wines are pink-coloured wines that are created by soaking the juice of red grapes along with their skins for a short time. The winemaker controls the colour of the wine by removing the red grape skins when the desired colour is obtained and further allows the juice to ferment. Wine gets its characteristic colour from the pigmentation of grape skins. Example: Babylonstoren Mourvedre Rose

* White wines range from clear straw-yellow colour to various shades of golden-yellow colour. They are produced from light-skinned grapes usually, though there are some varieties made with dark grapes having light-coloured flesh. While making white wines, the grape skins are removed before the fermentation process which results in a clear-coloured beverage with low tannin content. Example: Diemersdal Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc

* Red wines are made from dark-coloured grapes by macerating the grape juice with the skin, seeds and sometimes the stems as well, which adds tannin, colour and flavour to the wine and the process is typically known as whole cluster fermentation. Tannins are the reason for the familiar drying sensation in the mouth while drinking wine similar to that of drinking black tea. Example: De Grendel Sir David Graaff

- Which wines will pair well with my food?

A sparkling wine such as a classic Champagne as an apéritif which is easy to drink and feels clean and refreshing is a great start to a fabulous meal.

Your next wine to be served with the main meal course will depend on the type of food served and the climate. White wines like Steenberg 1682 Brut Chardonnay or Groote Post Sauvignon Blanc usually pair well with lean meats and vegetarian meals, whereas red wines like Boschendal Stellenbosch Heritage Cabernet Sauvignon or Lismore Pinot Noir work well with red meat. Remember that delicately flavoured food like crayfish is paired with delicately flavoured wines like a Chardonnay while a dish with bold flavours such as barbequed beef ribs is paired with a bold, robust flavoured wine like Shiraz.  You can choose to serve both red and white wines, as even if red wine is more suited for the food served, there may be some guests who prefer white wines and vice-versa. It is a good idea to have a rose wine like a Beyerskloof Pinotage Rose 2021 with grilled pork chops or a Bottega Prosecco Brut Rose DOC with a mushroom cheese pizza during summer parties.

Instead of the usual tea or coffee, consider serving a dessert wine like a Port wine or Moscato if you want to add a special touch to the party. A good combination will enhance the taste of both the dessert as well as the wine. Just remember not to pair a very sweet dessert with a very sweet wine to avoid an overload of sweetness. KWV Classic Collection Cape Tawny Dessert Wine with dark chocolates or a good cheese platter is a terrific combination.

You are all set now to gather your drink supplies from our online wine store and get the wine and dine-with-style evening started.

Place your order today.

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List of wines for all celebration

Performed you comprehend that there are actually as considerable amounts of assortments of wine as there are actually grapes? When you observe a wine brand, spend some time to research the wine's label so to possess additional information on the certain area where the grapes where the wine was actually created, were actually planted.

The wine market has actually happened worldwide portion that merely a wine enthusiast will have the ability to understand the specific location where some wine labels are actually created.

While the sort of grapes where the wine was actually produced is in charge of the accolade in the preference of wines, the duration of your time that the skin layer of the grapes was actually left behind in the extract after pushing or even squishing recognises the colour of the wine. Wines possess such colour as a result of the simple fact that the grapes' skin layer was actually left behind for a lengthy opportunity after pressing. However, Gewürztraminer possesses a lighter colour given that the skin layer was actually left behind on for only a short time.

A lot of people assume that great wine includes a notable cost. As a matter of fact, certainly not all pricey wines are actually thought about superb wines and also certainly not all affordable wines are actually second-class wines.

As an essential regulation, Gewürztraminer is actually suitable when consuming poultry or even fish and also wine is actually best when consuming meat product like meat as well as lamb. You can easily consume red or even white wine along with everything or even at any sort of occasion.

California makes a few of the greatest wines. Amongst these are actually wines like Sauvignon Blanc which is actually a prominent barbecue wine and also chardonnay, similarly called the master of wines. Amongst the finest wines coming from California is actually pinot noir, excellent when consuming noodles which possesses a red dressing as well as cabernet sauvignon, likewise described as the master of wine as a result of its own wealthy flavour.

The French take their wines very seriously, calling for tags that will definitely notify the shopper concerning the wine's top quality and also winery. French wine manufacturers are actually mandated to explain the company or even bottler label, the amount of the container as well as the booze product.

Make an effort Coteaux de Pierrevert, a completely dry white and also enhanced wine coming from Provence. For all celebrations, provide Cotes de Blaye et Premieres Cotes de Blaye, a white wine coming from Bordeaux.

Wine is actually and also is actually an all over the world market sourced coming from around the planet. To create a detailed listing of the existing wines would certainly be actually a workout in impossibility. Individuals can easily get coming from a checklist of a number of the greatest wines in the world, a number of all of them stemming from the USA specifically in California, and also coming from France.

While the kind of grapes where the wine was actually helped make is actually liable for the distinction in the flavour of wines, the span of your time that the skin layer of the grapes was actually left behind in the extract after squishing or even pushing figures out the colour of the wine. Among these are actually white wines like Sauvignon Blanc which is actually a popular cookout wine and also chardonnay, similarly recognised as the master of white wines.

One of best red white wines coming from California are actually pinot noir, ideal when consuming spaghetti which possesses a red dressing as well as cabernet sauvignon, similarly called the master of red white wine because of its own wealthy flavour.

While the kind of grapes coming from which the wine was actually produced is actually liable for the accolade in the flavour of wines, the size of opportunity that the skin layer of the grapes was actually left behind in the extract after pushing or even mushing up recognises the colour of the wine. One of these are actually wines like Sauvignon Blanc which is actually a prominent cookout wine as well as chardonnay, also recognised as the master of wines. One of the incredibly absolute best wines coming from California is actually pinot noir, ideal when consuming noodles which possesses a red dressing as well as cabernet sauvignon, additionally recommended to as the master of red wine as a result of to its own abundant flavour

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Cool for the Summer

Even if they judge, fuck it, I'll do the time. I just wanna have some fun with you.

Pairing: parentsbestfriend!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x parentsbestfriend!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, use of pet names (princess), mommy kink, daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, y/n is 18, slight size kink, threesome.

Words: 2700 (I’m so sorry, I got carried away)

Summary: One pair of drunken kisses turned to much more. Now at the biggest pool party, y/n is ready for a hot girl summer.

Notes: This is my submission for @agentofbarnes​‘s The Agency’s Writing Challenge. I chose to write for dadsbestfriends/momsbestfriend au, secret relationship, and Steve Rogers + Natasha Romanoff. This is the type of sandwich I’d love to be between. I apologize for being such a whore with this.

“Y/N, can you please grab the two bags of ice from the ice chest in the garage? We need to fill up the other coolers before we add the drinks.”

“Yes mom!” Y/N cried out to her mother, tossing a large flamingo floatie into their pool before heading towards the garage. It was their annual Summer pool party, the biggest party of the season for y/n’s parents. Her parents invited all their friends and family, including everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Y/N’s mother and father were both agents with S.H.I.E.L.D. and had been working with the Avengers team closely for years. She remembered visiting the tower when she was nine, a picture of her visit still hanging proudly in her bedroom. It had been years since she personally went to visit, but many of the team members visited her parents often. 

That included her super-secret lovers Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. 

It happened by complete chance last July. Her parents were on a mission for three weeks, leaving y/n alone to take care of their two dogs and to watch over the house. Of course, her parents were nervous to leave their eighteen-year-old daughter home alone for that long, asking many of their colleagues to stop in occasionally to check in on her. The Friday of their second week gone, y/n had gotten wine drunk, having snuck a bottle of her parents' expensive chardonnay from their wine cellar.

She was halfway through the bottle when they came, Steve and Natasha. They found her dancing to some pop song in the living room, her right hand holding up the bottle of wine to her lips. Steve and Natasha had grabbed the bottle from her hand, but not before she kissed them both; Steve first for a rough kiss and Nat last for a soft one.

Y/N didn’t remember anything the next day, but Steve and Nat showed up again to remind her. About 30 minutes after they had explained what happened the night before Y/N ended up with Nat’s head between her thighs and Steve’s cock in her mouth.

They had spent the next week before her parents came home together. Then afterwards, Steve and Nat told y/n that they had to keep what they had a secret, that no one would understand. They had all hung out a few times before y/n went off to college and then a few times during her college years when she was home on break.

The last time y/n saw Nat and Steve was during her Spring Break, two months ago, and she couldn’t wait to see them at the party. She had worn her skimpiest pink striped bikini for the occasion, ready to show off her hot-girl-summer body.

Y/N lifted one bag of ice on each shoulder, carrying it into the backyard and starting to fill the coolers while her father packed them with an assortment of beer, seltzers, soda, and water. “Honey, are you excited to see everyone now that you’re back from summer break?” Her father asked, wiping a few beads of sweat off his brow.

“Yeah, some more than others.” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders. After fixing up the coolers with her father, y/n helped her parents set out the snacks, decorate the backyard, and bring out the large speakers to play music.

It was already one o’clock when guests started to arrive, parking along their circle drive as well as up and down their street. Y/N was instructed by her father to wait by the back gate and greet the guests as they came in, giving each guest a cheap lei that her mom had ordered from Party City. 

Guest after guest, dozens of lei’s later, she spotted them. Nat and Steve drove together, of course, and they looked as striking as always. Nat was dressed in a blood red string bikini top, her cutoff shorts hanging off her hips as she walked. Steve looked incredibly toned in a white t-shirt that clung to his muscles, a pair of red board shorts hugging his thighs to match Nat’s bikini top.

Y/N’s eyes met both their gazes, her figure standing up straighter to accentuate her breasts. Nat and Steve’s eyes trailed up and down her body, Steve’s cock stirring in his shorts.

“Aloha Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff.” She purred; her voice sickly sweet like candy.

“It’s nice to see you again, y/n.” Steve mentioned casually, a large grin spreading across his features. The pair bent forward to receive their lei’s, y/n’s fingers trailing a little longer on each of their neck’s, her nails sending shivers down their spines.

“There’s plenty of drinks and food, and the pool is perfectly chilled. I might take a dip myself.” Y/N gave them a seductive wink before gesturing them in the gate so that she could continue to greet the guests.

Two hours in and the pool party was raging. Y/N’s parents mingled about with the guests, hopping from group to group. As the party continued, Steve and Nat’s eyes followed y/n as she spoke with guests, handed out drinks, and refilled the snacks on the picnic table. They watched the way her ass bounced in her bikini bottoms, how her hips swayed to the music as she danced with a group of friends, and the way her body looked soaking wet as she stepped out of the pool.

She knew what she was doing, trying to rile them up so they’d crack during the party. There were so many guests, what were the chances of anyone even noticing them if they went missing for a while? Y/N needed Steve and Natasha, bad, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get them.

Her body was still dripping wet from the pool, her hair caressing her face. She sauntered across the backyard to one of the coolers, digging her nimble fingers under the ice until she found what she was looking for. Pulling off the wrapper she revealed a red, white, and blue bomb pop, how fitting. Y/N met Steve’s gaze, sashaying her hips back and forth as she stalked towards them.

“Hi Captain, enjoying the view?” She questioned, tilting her head to look up at him. He had about a foot or more on her, making her crane her neck to meet his ocean blue eyes.

“I know I have. What about you, Nat?” He tilted his head to the left, eyes landing on Natasha.

“Definitely. What’cha got there, pretty girl?”

“Just a bomb pop. It’s so hot out, I needed to cool off.” Her lips finally meet the popsicle, engulfing the tip and swirling her tongue around it, a devilish look flashing in her eyes. Natasha clenches her thighs together, thinking of how good it would feel to have the woman’s lips between them.

Y/N teases the popsicle against her lips, pushing it deeper until she gags lightly, her gaze locked with Steve’s own as she does. The same noise she usually made around his cock, he almost pushed her to her knees right then and there. She pulled the popsicle out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip.

“You sure you don’t want some?” That was the last straw for Natasha, pulling the stick out of y/n’s hands before tossing the popsicle into the grass beside them. Natasha leans in close, her breath tickling y/n’s ear.

“Go to your room and wait on the bed. Now.” She commanded, pulling away from y/n and changing her expression as to not draw any attention to the throuple. Y/N nodded her head, her own expression flashing with excitement as she moved across the lawn and headed inside her home.

Her bedroom was up on the second floor, away from all the chaos downstairs. Only a few of the guests lingered inside, walking in and out of the first-floor bathroom, some leaning against the kitchen counter in conversation.

Y/N slipped silently up the steps, tiptoeing to her bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, stealing a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly wild from her dip in the pool, her body glistening with a mix of sweat and pool water. Y/N walked over to the bed, her head resting against a pillow, her legs bent and open, waiting for her lovers to arrive.

Steve and Natasha made their way into the house ten minutes later, conversing politely with the few guests who still lingered inside, waiting until they walked out towards the rest of the attendees before making their way up the wooden staircase. Steve is the first to make it to the door, opening it and smiling at the sight of y/n splayed out before them.

“My my, princess. You sure know how to rile us both up. Couldn’t even behave until the end of the party you’re that desperate?” Steve tosses his shirt to the floor after Nat shuts and locks the door behind them, the redhead following suit as she started to undress as well.

“She just loves to tease, but she’ll pay for it now.” Nat stalked over to the bed, getting on her knees beside the edge and gesturing y/n with her fingers to join her. Steve stepped out of his board shorts last, his thick cock bouncing against his chest as he moved over to where Natasha was kneeling beside the bed, y/n getting on her knees beside her, still dressed in her bikini.

“Nat, baby, how about you help our princess undress while she keeps her mouth busy on my cock.” He commanded, stroking his length in his right hand. Natasha nodded her head, moving behind y/n and pulling at the string of her bikini top, letting it unravel and slide forward off her chest. 

Steve stepped forward, his cock slapping gently against y/n’s cheek. “Go on princess.” Y/N swallows thickly, the size of his cock always surprising her, no matter how many times she saw it. Her hand reached up to stroke his length, her tongue swirling around the tip, eliciting a groan from Steve’s lips.

Natasha busied herself by reaching over y/n’s back to knead and pinch at her perky breasts, y/n’s eyes fluttering shut as she took Steve’s cock into her mouth, her hand moving down to fondle with his balls. She bobbed her head back and forth, grinding her still clothed core against her carpet.

“Aw Steve look, our princess is getting needy.” Nat took a fistful of y/n’s hair into her hand, ripping her off Steve’s cock and tilting her back to make eye contact with her. “You know what to do, a pretty princess like you has to ask for what she wants.”

Y/N whined, bucking her hips up to draw attention to her bikini bottoms. “Please mommy, please touch my pussy.”

Nat hummed in response, releasing her hand from y/n’s hair, pushing her in the direction towards Steve’s cock once again. Y/N wastes no time, opening her mouth and looking up at Steve, her long eyelashes batting coyly. “Daddy, will you fuck my mouth while mommy plays with my pussy?” She asked sweetly.

Steve almost came immediately from her statement, his thumb sweeping lovingly across her lips before his hand moved to grip at her hair, looping it around his hand to lock her in place before sliding her mouth forward and back onto his cock.

Steve started to fuck her face slowly while Natasha moved her hand down to undo the strings of y/n’s bottoms, pulling them out from underneath her before she tossed them across the room. Her hands caress y/n’s hips as Steve moves in and out of her mouth, faster this time. Y/N’s saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the carpet as Natasha snaked her hand down to y/n’s folds, her fingers immediately covered in her slick.

Nat dipped one of her perfectly manicured fingers into her heat, y/n humming around Steve’s cock in response. She continued to work her finger in and out before adding another finger, Natasha’s lips trailing wet kisses down her neck.

“So wet, princess. You want your daddy to fuck your tight cunt?” Nat purred, adding a third finger into her soaking hole. Y/N couldn’t answer, her mouth stuffed full of Steve’s cock, her nose touching his pelvic bone. He held her down, y/n sputtering as tears welled in her eyes, watching her face turn red before he pulled her off abruptly, her body collapsing back against Natasha’s.

Y/N gasped for air, her saliva dripping from her mouth down her chin and bare breasts. Natasha’s fingers sped up inside y/n, her orgasm building fast. “Mommy, may I cum please?” She mewled, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Yes princess, cum now. Daddy’s waiting to fuck you.” Her orgasm ripped through her, her walls tightening around Natasha’s fingers as she fucked her through the pleasure. Slowly, her breathing slowed down again, and Natasha removed her fingers from her core. Nat opened her pouty lips, licking y/n’s slick off her fingers happily. “You taste so good, our pretty girl. Now I want you to get on the bed on all fours for daddy.”

Y/N followed the instructions, crawling up onto the bed and getting on her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking up her plump ass. Steve’s hand was soft against her ass cheek, fondling it in his hand as he rubbed his cock against her folds with his other hand. He braced one hand against her back, sliding his cock in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt swallowing him.

“Always so tight, princess. The prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Isn’t that right, mommy?” Steve moved his cock slowly back out of her pussy before slamming in fast, causing y/n to fall forward as she cried out in pleasure.

“It is the prettiest.” Nat agreed, moving onto the bed until her thighs opened, her pussy on full display. She scooted her body until her thighs were on either side of y/n’s head, gripping her chin and pulling her head up to look at her. “Put that pretty mouth to use and make mommy cum.” She instructed, y/n’s tongue sticking out to lick a strip up to Natasha’s clit.

Natasha rested her weight on her elbows, watching y/n swirl her tongue around her clit, moaning at the sight. Steve continued to fuck into y/n, pushing her face deeper into Natasha’s pussy. His cock rocked fast into her, y/n humming with her face against Nat’s cunt.

“That’s it, princess. Let daddy fuck you into mommy’s pussy. You keep that up and you’re going to make me cum on your pretty tongue.” Natasha’s eyes met Steve. “You look so good daddy, so hot when you’re fucking our princess.”

Steve’s breathing was ragged, his hips slapping rapidly against y/n. “Cum on her tongue, mommy. Give our princess your sweet nectar.” Natasha bucked her pussy against her face, hitting her orgasm as y/n licked up all of Nat’s juices that flowed from her. Y/N continued to lap at Natasha, working her through her orgasm as she came on Steve’s cock, her walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, that’s it princess, make a mess on daddy’s cock. Gonna fill this pussy up princess, you deserve it for how happy you made mommy.” Steve thrust twice more before his hips stilled against her ass, groaning as he coated her walls with his cum. He stayed glued to her, pressing soft kisses to her spine as he relaxed his body, finally pulling out of her. His cock was wet with y/n’s cum, her pussy dripping their mixed cum onto the sheets.

“Did so good princess, let’s let mommy clean this up.” On cue, Natasha moved to take Steve’s place behind her, licking at her cunt to indulge in their mixed juices. Y/N’s body relaxed into the bed, letting Natasha clean her up.

Eventually, Natasha finished licking, pulling off to collapse next to y/n, her body spent as well from their escapades. Steve moved beside y/n, laying his head back against the pillow. 

“My beautiful girls, I love you both so much. Best pool party I’ve ever attended.”

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