we don't know where this is going now (don't be afraid of heights, let me open your heart wide)
bucktommy
rating: G
words: 5.6k
summary: Tommy cuts their first date short, but to his surprise he gets a call from Evan just a few days later.
or, 7x05 from Tommy's POV.
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It’s honestly a surprise when just a few days later, late in the evening, Tommy’s phone rings, and Evan’s name pops up. His traitorous heart beats a little faster when he answers the call and leans against the kitchen counter, where he’s been finishing up making a late dinner.
“Evan?” he asks, confused but trying to play it casually. He’s good at that. He thinks years of pretending, trying to act straight, playing off gay jokes and even joining in to not make anyone suspicious made him way too good at acting cool and unbothered. He’s definitely surprised and excited, though. “Hey.” he smiles to himself.
“Uh, hey- hi, Tommy, hey.” Evan stutters, and Tommy can imagine that flustered smile.
“Hi.” Tommy greets him again, grinning now. “Gotta say, I didn’t really expect you to call.”
“I- I know, I just- I wanted to talk?” he says it more like a question, then huffs quietly, takes a breath. “I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee. With me. Tomorrow morning?” he says, sounding nervous but hopeful. And Tommy- Tommy has had a very hard time trying to say no to Evan, especially when he doesn’t actually want to. Besides, they can be friends, if whatever potential for romance didn’t work out. He’d be fine with that. He’s friends with Eddie, anyway, so he’ll surely have to be around Evan sometimes, and he doesn’t want it to be weird. “If you’re not- if you’re not busy?
“Yeah, okay.” Tommy responds, trying to ignore the excitement swirling in his stomach at just the thought of seeing Evan. “I can do morning. What time?”
“Uh, how’s nine? There’s this place I usually go to- I can text you the location? Or we can meet somewhere you like, that’s totally-”
“Evan.” Tommy interrupts softly, still smiling. Even over the phone, even still this nervous, Evan is just adorable. “I’m sure your pick is fine. Just text me, and I’ll be there. Tomorrow at nine.” he assures. He thinks if Evan wanted to meet right at this second, he’d be there in a heartbeat. Which is a surprising thought. He really didn’t want to get attached this fast, but there’s just something about Evan…
“Okay.” Evan breathes out. “So- so I’ll text you.” he repeats. “And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” Tommy says, before Evan stumbles through a goodbye and hangs up, and Tommy just chuckles to himself. He’s curious what Evan wants to talk to him about. But he also needs to be careful, because he can see himself falling for him so fast and deep and easy. He shakes his head at himself. He’s being silly and ridiculous. Evan makes him feel silly and ridiculous and giddy, and Tommy doesn’t remember the last time he felt like this.
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LEO LECLERC | (c.leclerc)
summary: you and Charles get a dog
wordcount: 1.8k words
pairing: charlesleclerc x fem!reader
warnings: dogs
notes: how cute is Leo? My goodness.
You and Charles had been together for quite a while now, while he was busy racing all over the world, you were staying at home and working, sometimes you would join him for a race but most of the time, you couldn’t just get off work. Even with meeting your friends and being busy with your own work, you still felt lonely, especially at night. You never knew what could happen, due to having your address leaked by a few fans, you had people ringing the doorbell at two am. Sometimes friends slept over, but you needed someone to cuddle with when Charles was gone.
You‘ve always thought about having a dog, and all the cute puppies on your Instagram page had you swooning, just like Charles, he had always kept a close eye on your phone whenever you went down a rabbit hole of looking at cute dogs, seeing what kind of dogs you loved and spent hours of watching, he secretly always watched videos as well, but he also knew that a dog meant more work than it seemed in the videos.
It wasn’t like you two were seriously talking about getting a dog, sometimes the topic would randomly occur and you fantasized about the life with a dog, but you weren’t even sure if Charles would be a hundred percent okay with a little companion.
Until one Thursday evening, it was an off week for Charles and you were cuddling on the couch, watching some Netflix, when his phone rang. Joris was calling and Charles left the living room, you heard him mumble something in French, but you couldn’t hear him clear enough to fully hear what he was saying. Shortly after he came back and sat down again, you looked at him, he normally never left the room when he received a call.
“Joris called to tell me something.”
That made you sit up, nudging him slightly to talk more.
“I know how lonely you felt these last few weeks when I’m not around. And I know that you love dogs, so I aske-”
“You got us a dog?!”, you screeched in his ear, to which he shifted a little more far away, so he could keep his hearing ability.
“Not yet, Joris knows someone whose dog accidentally got pregnant and wants to sell some puppies, I thought we could go there tomorrow and see if any puppies like us?”
With tears in your eyes, you nodded and hugged him tightly, this was your dream, a little someone to take care of, a new best friend.
During the night you had trouble falling asleep, too excited to look at the dogs, so when the clock hit 7 am, you got up and took a shower, after you prepared some breakfast and woke Charles up, the faster you could get there, the better.
You both were nervous during breakfast, this was a big decision, a dog was a responsibility for several years, but you knew he or she would have the best life in your home, and your lives would also get better. There would always be a little cuddle buddy, someone to play with, and someone who needs your attention twenty-four-seven.
Joris didn’t say what breed it would be, only that the pregnancy wasn’t planned, but the puppies were adorable, and you didn’t doubt that for one second, every puppy was a cute creature.
The drive was rather short, only thirty minutes until you reached the family home, when you rang the doorbell, you could already hear dogs barking, and when the door opened and an older lady smiled at you, you could hear little puppies crying. You introduced yourself to the woman, whose name was Margarete, and she welcomed you into her home. After she offered you a coffee, she led you into the room where a big playpen was standing, and five little light brown puppies were sleeping. The little golden retriever dachshund mixes had the cutest little floppy ears and the softest-looking fur you had ever seen.
You quietly gasped after seeing these angels, and the first one lifted his head, after hearing a strange noise, and got excited when he saw you and Charles, waking his siblings in the process. After the puppies were awake and barking at you, you couldn’t wait anymore and carefully got in the pen, immediately you had four dogs crawling all over you, and the fifth one was sitting in the corner, crying for his mother, he was smaller than his siblings but in perfect health. Margaret told you she was currently training them to be separated from their mother, and so they could be crying, but when Charles joined you in the pen, the little fella walked over to him and sniffed at his knee, before getting up on Charles leg and finding a comfortable spot to sleep, after all, he was a small puppy.
From that moment, you knew this puppy had your heart, seeing how comfortable he was with Charles, and how he was crying for his mama a second ago, these two had a special connection.
Charles also fell in love with the little boy, he picked him up carefully and the puppy started to lick his face, which Charles commented with a chuckle. You two looked at each other and you knew what he was thinking, you found your little love. Charles gave you the fella and he also started sniffing you, giving you small licks on your chin, when you held him close to your chest.
Margaret came in and saw you cuddling with the dog, she knew you made a decision when you looked at her, “That’s Leo, you can change his name if you want to, but my grandson named him that way.”
Leo fit him perfectly, Leo Leclerc.
Charles and you took your time to cuddle some more, really making sure Leo liked you and wasn’t scared.
After doing all the paperwork with Margaret and learning about the needs that a little puppy had, you two left the house and went straight to the pet store, you still had to wait two weeks until you could pick him up, but you two were way too excited to not go and shop for Leo.
The cart was almost full when you waited in the queue to pay, food, toys, leashes, beds, and more stuff waiting to be used by Leo.
The next two weeks were going by slower than you’d hoped. Every day you chatted with Margarete and she sent you pictures and updates from Leo, the little puppy was doing great and got his last few shots at the vet, now he was ready to come home to you.
It was a Saturday when you picked him up, Leo got excited when you had him in your arms, licking everything he could reach, while Charles paid for Leo, and signed the last papers. Now he was officially yours, your own little puppy, to cherish and love.
On the way home you spilled some tears, while the little angel was sleeping on your lap, this was a dream come true. Now you wouldn’t be as lonely anymore when Charles was gone, but you also had a little companion when you two were together.
The first few steps Leo did in his new home were wobbly, he was a little scared, so you and Charles settled down on the floor, just to make sure Leo didn’t feel lonely and had someone he could go to if he needed emotional support. But he was a brave boy, and even if his steps were slow, he still looked around the apartment, sniffing all these new smells and he already found his favorite spot, which was underneath the piano, where a furry rug was lying.
You let the little puppy sleep and started making dinner, Leo must’ve been exhausted, he left his old home and his family, and now he was with strangers in new surroundings, but he felt comfortable, or otherwise he wouldn’t be sleeping like he was now.
The evening was spent cuddling with Leo, when you and Charles were lying on the couch, watching TV, Leo tried to get up on the couch and when Charles picked him up, he settled on your belly, where he took another nap.
The first night was nerve-racking, you had read a lot of articles, so you prepared for the worst. Leo and you two went to bed at around eleven pm, the little puppy lay down in his dog bed that Charles placed in the corner of the room, and two hours after you fell asleep, you got woken up by little whines that came from Leo. You grabbed him and put on his leash, and Charles and you went outside, where Leo did his business. Charles held your hand, while he had the leash in the other hand, he looked adorable with his jumper pulled over his head.
Back at home, you laid in bed again, but before you could fall asleep, little whines came from Leo again. Charles let out a sigh, “Do you think he needs to go outside again?”
“But he did his business, maybe he misses his family? They slept cuddled together every night after all.”
So he got up, picked Leo up, and came back to bed with him, when Leo settled between you, he stopped crying and fell asleep.
The next morning started off early, Leo licked all over your face and started playing with your hair, even if you were sleep deprived, when you opened your eyes and looked at Charles with Leo, all of this was worth it. The way Leo’s tail was wagging when you filled his food bowl with the puppy food, you think you died from diabetes, but Charles wasn’t any different. You already caught him way too often when he sneaked a treat to Leo, and you only had him for a day.
You also caught Charles cuddling with Leo while he was doing sim work in his simulator at home, or while taking a nap on the couch, or how Leo followed him everywhere Charles went. He already loved his new dad. Just as much as he loved you.
The ice cream launch was when you wanted to introduce Leo to the world, the little baby was frightened by the flashing lights, but when Charles held him, he calmed down again, in general, he felt most calm when he was in Charles’ arms.
Leo loved small walks, he couldn’t walk for long, he had small legs and was exhausted easily, so you all could walk for fifteen minutes before Leo had enough and wanted to be held, that's why you and Charles were often seen holding him.
You couldn’t wait to see Leo grow up and have the time of his life, especially Charles couldn’t wait for him to join him at a race, Leo would be his emotional support dog, in these hard times at Ferrari.
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I've Been Waiting for the Tides to Change (bucktommy one-shot)
Summary: It was itching at him, the pull that he felt towards Evan. He hadn’t been attracted to someone that quickly in a long while and the thing was that Tommy got it. He got how scary it was to come out and the bravery it took to not only admit that to yourself, but also to everyone else.
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Or 7x05 from Tommy's perspective and what happens after the coffee date.
Words: 4,987
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“How’d the date go?”
Tommy slowly put his sandwich down. He chewed on the food in his mouth, glad that it gave him time to think. Lucy dropped into the chair across from him, tearing the stem of a green apple off.
“It was good,” he said, took a sip of his water. “He’s a really interesting guy.”
Lucy smiled easily. “That’s great. Seeing him again?”
“Uh, maybe. I don’t know yet. Kinda up to him, I guess. How was your time off?”
She groaned, still playing with her apple instead of eating it. “I love my parents. Not so sure about my siblings. Either way, it always reminds me how happy I am living far away from all of them. I did hear I missed a visit from the 118.”
“I forgot you worked with them for a bit,” Tommy said.
Lucy grinned. “It was fun. They’re an interesting lot. Tight knit.”
“That they are,” Tommy said.
“I’m glad you were here to help them out,” Lucy said. “I get it, you know, I would have done it too. They’re family over there.”
She gave him a knowing look that spoke of how obvious the Chief had been about taking the credit for the whole thing. At least none of them had lost their jobs. Tommy hadn’t even given it a second thought after Chim called and then showed up five minutes later with Evan and Eddie.
“That they are,” Tommy said. He took another bite of his sandwich and wondered when he would hear from any of them again. When he would hear from Evan.
Tommy didn’t want to push. Evan was clearly still trying to figure things out and he didn’t think there was room for him in that, not when his very presence made Evan so nervous. Tommy hadn’t known for sure until Evan said it, that it was the first time he was on a date with a man — a “dude” as Evan put it. He’d suspected, but seeing him get so flustered and panicked had left Tommy with few options but to cut the date short.
He’d seen the disappointment written in Evan’s face and it had taken everything in Tommy to not offer up more than just the truth, that Evan wasn’t ready.
It was just that before Evan got in his head about it, things had been going really well.
They’d texted a little to make plans, deciding it was best to just meet up at the restaurant. Tommy had arrived a little earlier only to find Evan getting out of his uber. He’d smiled so wide when seeing Tommy, the dimple on his cheek coming through. He was so painfully gorgeous.
It hadn’t been hard to tell that Evan was a little nervous, but he was enthusiastic too. Their conversation came easy. Evan was interested in what Tommy had to say and he responded not only with questions and observations but linked it to his own train of thought. They laughed a lot, had comfortable silences that could be used for focusing on their food, and then went back to talking. All in all, it was one of the better dates that Tommy had been on. That is until Evan realized they were on a date.
Well, no, it wasn’t that he hadn’t known it was a date…as much as that he’d let himself be immersed in it. When that was suddenly broken by the arrival of the check, it had brought something else out in Evan. Nerves and worry and panic. His body had literally tensed up. Eddie appearing hadn’t helped at all, but Eddie was also as oblivious as they came. Tommy didn’t think that Eddie would have caught on even if he and Evan were holding hands across the table.
Tommy didn’t know the next move, not really. So, he decided it was better if he let Evan reach out first. It was his move. Tommy didn’t want to push and if Evan really was that bothered by the idea that he was more than just an ally, then it was for the better.
A few days later found him with Lucy headed out on a call. Med-evac.
“Hey, you didn’t say, your guy call yet?”
“He’s not out,” Tommy said because it was true and also because he didn’t want Lucy to press for details and figure out just who Tommy had gone on a date with.
“Oh,” Lucy said. “That a problem?”
Tommy didn’t answer for a moment. He focused on flying for a bit. “No,” he settled on. “It’s not a problem. It’s just muddled, I was his first date with a guy and he’s still figuring things out. I don’t want to add to everything he’s already trying to figure out.”
Lucy shot him a smile. “You’re a good one, Tommy.”
At one point in his life, Tommy hadn’t known that he would be able to talk about things like this so easily. He’d been so deep in denial, lying to himself and everyone else, and unaware that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He liked to give himself some credit, but a lot of it also went to Hen. After she arrived at the 118, Tommy just couldn’t help but listen. Hen was loud and proud and more than anything an inspiration.
He didn’t fully embrace that part of himself until he left the 118, but he felt such a relief when he did, but also when the world didn’t fall apart. People were more accepting than anyone really realized.
When they got back to Harbor, Lucy helped him clean the chopper.
“I can tell you like him,” Lucy said. “You wouldn’t be waiting to see if he’ll reach out if you didn’t.”
“And why don’t we discuss your love life?” Tommy shot back.
“Maybe because mine isn’t as exciting right now and we’ve discussed it plenty. What happened on this date exactly?”
He eyed Lucy and then sighed. She wasn’t wrong. They did often spend a lot of time talking about her dates. At the moment she was single, but knowing Lucy it wouldn’t take long before someone caught her eye.
“Okay. So, date is going great. Good conversation. Good vibes. He’s smart. He’s funny. We’re clicking in so many ways and did I mention how adorable he is? Anyway, the whole time he’s a bit nervous, but it’s a first date that’s all normal. But I think it hit him that he was on a date with a guy and he got a little self-conscious and we’re kinda talking about it and I’m bringing up my own experiences when his best friend walks in.”
“Oh no,” Lucy said.
Tommy grimaced. “Yeah, and his friend spots us and immediately comes over with his date and his friend has no idea we’re on a date.”
“But your guy freaked out,” Lucy said.
“Yeah. Big time. Said some nonsense about us going to pick up girls, just…” he trailed off and hung his head a bit.
“Overcorrected,” Lucy filled in. “So what did you do?”
“Well, we left the restaurant and we were supposed to go to a movie, but I just couldn’t…I felt like I was pushing him into doing more than he’s ready for.”
“And you haven’t spoken to him since?”
He shook his head. “I thought about it. Checking in with him, but I don’t even know if he wants to hear from me and maybe it’s better if he takes some time to figure things out. I don’t know.”
Lucy turned to face him entirely. Her blond hair fluttered with the wind. “I get that, but if he’s as skittish as you’re saying then maybe he needs you to call first.”
It was itching at him, the pull that he felt towards Evan. He hadn’t been attracted to someone that quickly in a long while and the thing was that Tommy got it. He got how scary it was to come out and the bravery it took to not only admit that to yourself, but also to everyone else.
“I don’t know,” Tommy said.
“Hey, it’s all on you,” Lucy said.
He did think about it when he got home. Lucy did have a point that Evan might just need some prompting. Tommy did like him, he was interested in getting to know him and certainly interested in a lot more. He also had to look out for himself. As good as the date had gone, it was one date. He and Evan didn’t really know each other. A lot of what Tommy knew came from little tidbits from Eddie and Christopher. It wasn’t much to go on, and maybe it was better to end things before they went downhill.
Tommy resigned himself to not hearing from Evan. He would hear about him from Eddie, maybe even see him eventually and they might become friends or Evan might be more prepared.
So, when Evan called, Tommy almost stared at his phone too long and only just managed to pick up before the call went to voicemail.
“Evan?”
“Hi,” Evan said. He sounded breathy. “Hi, Tommy. I was…well, I was wondering if you would meet me for coffee.”
Evan sounded nervous, but also sure. He waited too long to answer, so Evan spoke again.
“If you want, I mean…I’ll understand if you don’t.”
“When?” Tommy asked.
“Is tomorrow good?” Evan sounded eager.
“Yeah, Evan. Tomorrow’s good.”
“Good. Good. Great. I’ll — I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Evan hung up and not a minute later Tommy got a text with a link to a cafe and a time. He sent back a thumbs up.
The next day, his nerves were mixed with anticipation. For a very short moment right before he arrived at the cafe, he wondered if it was a good idea. Then, he decided that of course it was. Even if all that came out of it was Evan wanting to be just friends, that was still worth seeing through.
Evan was already seated. He’d even bought Tommy coffee. He looked cute, all eager and determined. Nervous too. Tommy could see himself falling for him and that was dangerous.
The coffee tasted awful. It was coffee masked by milk and sugar. Tommy did for a moment wonder if this was Evan’s own coffee order and that was more than a little concerning.
“Seems there are a lot of things we don’t know about each other,” Evan said.
He was gorgeous, and while he was definitely right that they didn’t know each other at all, Tommy wanted to know him. He wanted to know everything about him.
“Practically everything,” Tommy said.
“Well I — I would like to change that,” Evan said and he looked right at Tommy. “First, I need to apologize for the way I behaved the other night.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he was quick to say because in Tommy’s eyes he didn’t.
“No, I — I do,” Evan said and he was so serious. Earnest.
“No,” Tommy repeated, shaking his head a little and hoping that Evan got where Tommy had been coming from. “I didn’t cut things short because you behaved badly. I did it because I didn’t want to pressure you.”
“Still the way I reacted was not my proudest moment.”
“Noted.”
“Uh, so you said before, um, that…that you don’t think I’m ready,” Evan said and the nervous energy was back.
Tommy braced himself because this was the moment when Evan made a decision. He would shut down anything romantic between them or he would ask Tommy to wait or he would—
“And the truth is I don’t know what I’m ready for, but I am ready for something and I think maybe that something could be with you.”
He couldn’t tell if Evan was saying it in some effort to convince Tommy or what, but the way he looked at him was so hopeful. There was confidence there too, like Evan was embracing that it was okay not to know and it was also okay to be honest and hopeful.
“You already know that I’m interested,” Tommy said.
He would take whatever pace Evan wanted to set…would do whatever Evan wanted. It was scary how invested he was in it already and this something that Evan wanted hadn’t even been defined.
Tommy didn’t expect for Evan to jump right in with, “Come with me to my sister’s wedding.”
He laughed in surprise. “What?”
Evan barreled on. “I want you to be my date at my sister’s wedding.”
Tommy didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know how he was supposed to handle that. It had been barely a week since they kissed and even less than that since their date where Evan had babbled on in a feeble attempt to cover up for something Eddie hadn’t even suspected. And now he wanted Tommy to be his date at his sister’s wedding.
“Evan,” he said and he meant it to come out incredulous.
“Come on,” Evan said. “I’m serious. Listen, you…you already know half the people there and…and she wants to meet you.”
He’d told her about him. Evan had told his sister about him and probably so much more. Come out to her, maybe. Discussed his feelings and his new found identity. Told her about Tommy which was…wow. This wasn’t at all what Tommy had expected. In for a penny, in for a pound and all that. Evan did nothing by halves.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?”
Evan was smiling. He wasn’t rushing into this without thinking, or at least he was doing an amazing job at faking that he hadn’t just asked Tommy on a whim.
“Yes, I’m sure. There’s going to be free food and I need someone to dance with.”
“Okay”
“Yeah?” Evan asked with just a tinge of surprise as if he had somehow still expected Tommy to put up a fight
“Yeah,” Tommy said.
“Okay, great,” Evan said and he was quite literally shinning.
Evan was amazing. His face was open and happy and when his hand came to rest atop Tommy’s, he felt himself go warm. Evan’s thumb was moving over his fingers and he placed his other hand over Evan’s, cradling it there and feeling such a deep connection with this gorgeous boy who was so brave and so wonderful and who didn’t seem to care one bit that they were in a very public place holding hands across a table.
“So,” Evan said, “and this is very important, how do you take your coffee?”
Tommy chuckled. “Medium roast black with cinnamon and two sugars.”
“Noted,” Evan said. He was still smiling.
“You told your sister about me.”
His cheeks flushed pink. In the light of day it was glorious.
“I didn’t mean to,” Evan admitted. “I started off by telling her that I’d lied to Eddie while I was on a date and then I slipped with the pronoun. Didn’t even catch it until she pointed it out. But it felt…it felt good once she knew. Maddie’s great, she’s going to love you.”
Tommy couldn’t quite believe how quickly Evan had gone from a nervous wreck, to talking to a family member about being into men.
Evan did frown a little, then. “I, uh, I also told Eddie.”
Maddie was one thing. Telling Eddie…that was — after the lengths that Evan had gone to throw Eddie off, Tommy almost hadn’t expected it. Of course, Eddie would be at the wedding…all of Evan’s firehouse and probably other family and Evan wanted him there at his side, he wanted to dance with him. He didn’t just want Tommy as a friend, he wanted him as his date and he didn’t care at all how loud it would be for anyone that didn’t already know.
“He was a little shocked, but it went alright,” Buck said. “He’s…he’s the one that told me I should call you.”
“I should thank him, then,” Tommy said.
Evan shrugged. “He might be a bit busy.”
“Right, his girlfriend was moving in.”
“And is now moving back out,” Evan said. “Are you…do you have anything going on today?”
Tommy shook his head. “Not until later. I’ve got an overnight shift. Why?”
“Well,” Evan said, “I’d really like to keep hanging out with you.”
“Alright,” Tommy said and couldn’t help but smile. “Do you have anything in mind?”
Evan tilted his head to the left. “I do, actually.”
Evan’s idea turned out to be the California Science Center. Tommy hadn’t expected it, but then it seemed like Evan was out to surprise him. Evan drove them and it gave Tommy time to admire him. He looked good behind the wheel of a car, especially when his hand was shifting gears and Tommy could trace his tendons with his eyes. He really was gorgeous.
Tommy noticed the signs for the Science Center as they approached it.
“Really?”
Buck’s cheeks pinked. “There’s a new exhibit,” he said.
Tommy had never been into museums or art shows or any of that stuff. The last time he’d probably stepped foot in one — other than a call back when he was with the 118 — was some field trip with school. He didn’t think he’d ever even been to the California Science Center.
“On what?” Tommy asked, curious.
“Da Vinci,” Evan said after they’d parked. When he turned to look at Tommy he looked a bit deflated, as if he could tell that Tommy wasn’t all that excited.
“I’m getting this all wrong again, aren’t I,” Evan said.
Tommy shook his head at once. “No. No, you’re not. Now come on, Da Vinci, you say, was he the one that cut off his ear?”
Evan laughed. “No, Tommy. As far as I know he had both his ears at death. That was Van Gogh. And hey, now I know one more thing about you.”
“What’s that?”
“Art isn’t your thing. It isn’t really mine either, to be clear.”
“If it isn’t your thing, then, why—” Tommy motioned towards the building they were walking towards.
Evan looked amused more than anything, his lips tilted up and his eyes squinting a little in the sun.
“I like science,” Evan said. There was wonder in his eyes that remained even when he stopped just outside the door of the building to turn to look directly at Tommy. “And when I saw this exhibit, it made me think of you.”
“Me?” He said, more than a little shocked.
Evan nodded. “Aviation,” he said. “Da Vinci’s flying machine. I think he called it an ornithopter.”
And that…that was incredibly sweet. He didn’t say it outloud, but it was possible that his face said it all considering how wide Evan smiled back at him.
“Come on,” Evan said and he grabbed Tommy’s hand, pulling him towards the door.
Tommy’s mind went blank. He felt the calluses on Evan’s fingers, knew his own hands held some too. Evan’s hands were solid, and his hold was gentle but sure. Tommy hadn’t held hands with too many people, not like this. He barely noticed getting inside or Evan leading him past the lobby and towards the Da Vinci exhibit.
“Here it is,” Evan said.
It was some kind of flying bicycle thing and it was sort of amazing. Not because it could have ever flown, but because Tommy could see that there had been a lot of thought and imagination put to the creation of it.
Tommy had never experienced a museum quite like his experience with Evan. None of it was boring. There was plenty to look at within the Da Vinci exhibit. After the ornithopter there was the aerial screw and Tommy knew machinery — he especially knew helicopters and he could tell readily enough where other inventors had taken these ideas and improved on them until they arrived at something that could actually fly.
Evan had facts to add to the information on the placards, he got animated as he explained something that was so random and yet connected to whatever display they were in front of that Tommy was sure more than one person had assumed he was some kind of guide. He was brilliant and amazing and Tommy never wanted to stop looking at him.
They didn’t hold hands the whole time, but they stood so close that their shoulders were always brushing. They were unmistakably together. Evan showed not one ounce of caring for who might notice, not even when some eyes stayed on them long enough to show some disdain.
When Evan wasn’t looking at a display or gushing facts out, his attention was on Tommy. They got to know each other and the more that he discovered about Evan, the more he liked him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Evan asked when they were on their way out.
“I did.”
Evan ducked his head. “Good. Thought maybe you wouldn’t.”
“I think it’s all down to the company,” Tommy said. “This wouldn’t have been nearly as fun if I didn’t have you as my guide.”
He blushed so pretty. Tommy hoped that it would never stop happening.
“Good second date,” Evan said.
“I don’t believe it’s over yet,” Tommy said.
“No?” Evan asked, still smiling and still blushing.
“How about some lunch, Evan?”
When Tommy had agreed to coffee, he hadn’t known he’d be spending most of the day with Evan. It was a good thing he didn’t have any other plans, although come to think of it he would have probably canceled them.
“Sounds like a plan,” Evan said.
An hour later they were seated across from each other. Evan was telling him about all the time he’d spent driving around the country when he was younger and Tommy was enthralled.
“I was searching for somewhere to belong,” Evan said. “I never quite fit with my parents. Once Maddie was out of the house it got even harder and then she got me out…and I just kept moving until I stepped foot in the 118.”
Tommy nodded. It was funny, the timing of things. Tommy had left and Evan had taken his spot essentially. He didn’t know if Evan had put that together, not that it really mattered. Tommy had always aimed to get back in the air, he had no regrets about leaving or where it had led him. He did wonder about what he would have made of Evan if he had been there while he was rookie. It wouldn’t have been this, that’s for certain.
“It’s so different over there now,” Tommy said.
“It didn’t come easy,” Evan said. “I was such a dumb kid. Bobby fired me.”
Tommy laughed and he was reminded of Sal. “What did you do?”
Evan expressed himself with his whole body. He ducked his head and his hands were up as if ready to form the explanation.
“It — it doesn’t matter,” Evan said, his words coming out stuttered and quick and a blush rising on his cheeks. “Point is that we’ve come a long way.”
Tommy eyed him. Whatever it was, he was obviously not proud of it and Tommy wouldn’t press despite his curiosity. One day maybe Evan would tell him.
When they were done, they fought over the check.
“You paid last time,” Evan said.
“You paid at the exhibit,” Tommy said. They were each holding an end of the little black book. “And you got the coffee this morning.”
“You didn’t even drink it,” Evan said.
Tommy pulled the book towards him. Evan narrowed his eyes.
“If you let me pay this time, then you can take care of our next date,” Tommy said.
Evan’s cheeks went pink. His grip slacked. “Our next date?”
Tommy put the book on his lap. “I know you asked me to your sister’s wedding, but I’d like to see you before then, Evan.”
Evan nodded. Tommy slipped his credit card in the slot.
They had left his car back by the cafe, and Evan insisted on driving him back instead of letting him take an uber. When Tommy tried to make a point for how it wasn’t necessary, Evan just shook his head.
“I don’t want to end this yet,” Evan said.
Tommy found he agreed with him, but Tommy knew that the anticipation for the next time he saw Evan would hold him over. When Evan got out of the car before Tommy could after they parked, he didn’t expect to be walked to his truck.
“This day was amazing,” Evan said.
“It really was,” Tommy said.
Evan was smiling, eyes ducked down to the ground. When he looked up again, he seemed to have come to a conclusion. “Can I—”
“What?” Tommy asked.
Evan inhaled a breath. “I just…I’d like to kiss you again.”
Oh. Evan’s tongue dipped out from between his lips, and then it was gone again. He was red and his eyes were blown wide.
“Yes,” Tommy breathed. He shifted closer.
Evan’s hand was shaking when it touched his cheek, but Tommy leaned into it and Evan’s thumb moved over his skin, leaving a trail of fire. Their eyes were locked into each other and Tommy could get lost in that blue. He felt Evan’s breath on his skin and Tommy had to restrain himself from leaving in, letting Evan do it instead. It was chaste, similar to the first kiss and yet when their lips brushed together, it sparked something. He wanted to push closer, to lick into Evan’s mouth and taste him. Instead he settled for touching Evan’s chest. He could feel how wildly his heart was beating as his hand climbed up to Evan’s neck, touching the warm soft skin.
When Tommy stepped back, Evan almost seemed to chase him. Tommy chuckled between them and it took everything not to grasp Evan and kiss him again.
“I’ll see you soon, Evan.”
“Stay safe tonight,” Evan responded.
When he got to work some hours later, Tommy couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Lucy noticed it immediately and she cornered him.
“Spill,” she said.
“He called. We went for coffee this morning and spent the whole day together.”
She made a noise of excitement. “The whole day! That’s great.”
“It is. He’s amazing, Lucy. Evan is…he’s everything I’ve always dreamed of and never knew was out there.”
“Evan is it,” Lucy said, a glint in her eye. “Didn’t you say he wasn’t out?”
Tommy froze. “Uh, turns out his closet was badly constructed. He, uh, he asked me to a wedding.”
Lucy was staring at him, mouth agape. “Wait, wait, wait, back up, Kinard, you’ve hardly been on a second date and you’re already going to a wedding with him. Last time we spoke you thought he wasn’t even going to call and…wow, this is—”
“I know,” Tommy said.
Maybe he should have been more concerned about it, but Tommy found that he wasn’t. It was about him and Evan, and Evan was clearly comfortable with bringing him along as a date otherwise he wouldn’t have asked. And somehow, Tommy just knew that if things did somehow go wrong, that they would get through it.
“That’s a lot of pressure,” Lucy said. “Meeting the family and his friends, I’d assume.”
“It helps that I know a lot of his friends already,” Tommy said and it was exactly what Evan had said to him.
“Evan,” Lucy repeated and Tommy saw it the moment realization hit. “Not Evan Buckley? You’re…Tommy, tell me you’re not dating Buck.”
“I can’t. I am.”
The shock went right into laughter, loud and ridiculous laughter in a way that Lucy rarely ever laughed.
“Wow,” she said and she was still laughing. “I — wow…this makes so much sense.”
“What does?”
“All of it. Him. You. Your first date. The wedding.”
Tommy stared at her waiting for elaboration, but it seemed that she was still processing.
“What about it?” Tommy asked, when he couldn’t wait any longer.
“It’s just that I know you, and I know him, and I can see it. You two together, it could work if neither of you get in your own way. You care about him, and while I didn’t expect him to be into men, that makes sense too.”
Tommy couldn’t help his smile. Lucy’s however faded and she looked a little more serious.
“There’s something I should tell you,” she said.
“What is it?”
Lucy regarded him for a long moment. “I’m saying this for the sake of transparency. Buck and I kissed once.”
“Oh,” Tommy said.
She grimaced. “We were very drunk. This shouldn’t change anything for you two, this is about us. I didn’t want to keep that from you and I’m sure Buck will tell you, just like I’m telling you, it meant nothing and nothing ever happened after.”
Tommy had no right to judge. They hadn’t really talked past relationships, but he got the sense that Buck hadn’t had the best luck in that department. They were the same that way. Whatever had happened between him and Lucy was in the past.
“He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?” Tommy asked.
Lucy’s smile returned. She looked relieved. “From what I can remember, yes. I get it, Tommy, man’s hot.”
“Yes, he is.”
He was more than that too. So much more. Tommy already loved everything that he knew so far and that was just the surface.
“When are you seeing him again?” Lucy asked.
“Soon.”
“And you can’t wait, can you,” Lucy said.
His face probably said it all. A whole day he’d spent with Evan and he was ready to see him again already. It was going to be far too easy to fall for him, it was as scary as it was exciting and Tommy was ready for it.
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Stay Awhile & Listen
Elks Chapter 5
Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI)
Chapter Summary: Joel's back from patrol and he has a surprise for you.
Chapter Warnings: An abundance of softness, oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, Joel talks a lot about feelings, reader's a nervous creature and Joel's good at taking care of her.
Words: 3,700
Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader
Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him.
Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up.
A/N: We've made it folks! First chapter with smut.
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“See The Changes” by Crosby, Stills & Nash.
You’ve never been outside the gates of Jackson since your arrival. You’ve lived with barriers longer than without them, why would you ever sign yourself up to see what lies beyond the iron and wood confines? You’re well aware you know less about how to survive than your own students. You’re sheltered you’ve never doubted that, you’re okay with that. Joel? Not so much.
“You’ve never wanted to leave?” Joel asks over a cup of coffee sitting next to you on his couch.
It’s Saturday, he’s exhausted after almost a week on a patrol. You could tell as soon as he ambled into your library, tired eyed and a little more gruff voiced than usual… and yet he still invited you over for dinner. He insisted on it even, no matter how much you offered to host him. “Nonsense, you’re working all day, let me cook.”
“Not really,” you lean back after placing your empty cup on the table, “I’ve really had no reason, and it was never asked of me. I’m sure it’s really dumb of me.”
“Not dumb, just not smar—“
“Just say dumb, Joel,” you turn towards him.
“Never call you dumb,” a hand cradles your cheek, “I just think you should know the basics of how the world works outside here, just in case there’s a problem. I don’t like the idea of you being unprepared. Do you know how to shoot a gun?”
“I do,” you answer moving to rest your head against his chest. “They put us through a rudimentary training program here when I first got here, I know how to defend myself.”
“Rudimentary?”
“Yeah, it means basic.”
“You’re so smart, glad there’s people like you still around.”
“Well,” angling your head up towards him, “you just spent almost a week in the wilderness protecting us and scavenging for supplies. I’m glad there’s people like you.”
“Hm. Speaking of scavenging, I have something for you. S’why I wanted you to come over here. Shut your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you, okay?”
“Is it good, Joel?”
He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Of course it’s good, now do what I said.”
You close your eyes, placing your hands over them for extra emphasis. You hear Joel grunt as he stands, he grabs your chin, angles it up and gives you a kiss.
You feel giddy as you hear him walk away, you try to ascertain where Joel is headed over the soft music playing, hearing his footsteps bound up the stairs.
You’re downstairs all alone, yet you still don’t open your eyes.
“Eyes still closed?” Joel shouts from upstairs.
“Yes!” You yell, your voice sparking with excitement.
“Alright, coming down,” heavy footsteps thud down the steps, “don’t peek.”
“I’m not. Promise.”
You rock back and forth on the couch edge as you hear Joel take a seat on his coffee table across from you. You know you’re a nervous creature, but you haven’t felt this type of excited nervousness in years.
“You can open ‘em,” he softly instructs.
Your eyes open, first focusing on Joel, a half grin on his face, your eyes move down to see he has something sitting on his lap.
“How in the world? Joel! How did you find this?” your voice peaking with elation as you grab the small gray box away from his lap.
“Traded my brother for it. He ’n Maria need a crib, so I just signed myself up to furnish their kid’s room.”
“You didn’t have to do that, plus I don’t want to take their stereo. I can’t do that to them,” you reluctantly lift the stereo towards him.
“They still have a record player and besides, they were happy to help you out when I mentioned it to Tommy,” Joel pushes the stereo back in your lap. “It’s small, but it’ll work until we can get you something better.”
You push down on the CD door and watch it pop open, you’re amazed the hinges still work, you had something like this in middle school. It was blue, you covered it in butterfly and smiley face stickers.
“Joel, this is… wow,” tears well in your eyes at his thoughtfulness. “I’ve never had someone do anything like you’ve done for me. You just fixed my guitar last week, and now this?” You hastily wipe a rogue tear that escapes away, “I can’t thank you enough, this is so sweet.”
“No need for tears, it was nothing,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, “really sweetheart, I wanted to do this for you.”
He grabs the stereo from your lap, placing it next to him on the table. “I still feel like I owe you so much for what you did in there,” his head turns towards his studio. “For years I never believed beauty could exist in this world, people like you never survived,” his eyes meet yours as he turns back, “’n I walk into my home one day ’n you’re with Ellie, I finally meet the teacher she won’t stop talking about. You were so beautiful, ’n you left, leaving your CD. I listened to it, selfishly, because I wanted to know more about you.”
His voice is so soft, his words wrapping you in a feeling you’ve never felt before.
“All the songs on there I’d never heard, pretty new things you left that I got to hear. Then, you fall ’n I bring you in here, you tell me you painted that elk picture, all I could think about that night was how beautiful you were, just like your painting. I see everything you do in that school room, how pretty it is, how nice you made it for your kids, how you painted the flowers everywhere. After years and years of the life I lived, I needed you to do something like that for me, for my life. Every time I’m around you, I just can’t wait until I see you again.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings his hands up to hold your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against your chin. “I keep on thinking about that enigma word you called me, and you’re the enigma for me. You still want to make the world—this world better… and you do. I can’t believe you exist, so caring, so soft, so smart, ’n so beautiful. I like when you’re near me, I like how you make me feel new after all this time.”
Your heart blooms inside your chest, he’s always a man of few words, but the way he confesses his feelings, the way his voice deepens as he tells he you how feels, it makes you want him even more.
His name leaves your mouth as a breath, “I like you near me.” You can’t think of anything else to say.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” he leans forward and kisses you, your hands moving to grab his arms. He’s so big and strong, yet his skin is always so soft and cushioned against your touch.
His tongue parts your lips and languidly explores your mouth as you taste the bitter coffee left over on his tongue. The way his mouth fits against yours after his words of adoration makes you deepen the kiss grasping his arms tighter.
You want Joel, you’ve thought about last Saturday all week, tensity radiating through your body whenever you’d think about the feeling of your body pressed against his. Every night since lying alone in your bed you’ve been tempted to reach your hand between your legs and soothe the want, but you refused yourself. You dedicated a whole page in your sketchbook to drawing his plush lips, and now they’re back on you.
You pull back from his kiss catching your breath. “Joel…”
“You alright?” His wide eyes focused on you.
“I’m good, yeah, just… thinking about how little time it’s been… and I feel like everything is happening so fast… I don’t know, I like it, I just— is it okay?”
“It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you,” he rubs your knees while he muses. “Time isn’t the same as it was, you take what you can get in the time s’available to you.”
You nod in agreement as goosebumps prickle along your legs from his touch.
“You were in here only a few weeks ago when you fell,” Joel looks down, “still can see some of the marks left from the rocks on your knees.” He touches you firmer, like he’s trying to contain himself. “You’ve been on my mind since… sometimes you’re all I can think about I know it’s been a short time, but…” his hands roam farther up resting just below your thighs, “I want you, ‘n I really hate wasting time.”
His lips crash against yours, he’s never kissed you like this. It’s enigmatic, his mouth firmly against yours, and yet his movements are so tender, his hands petting you, slowly rubbing against your thighs, tongue languidly licking against yours, but the pressure against your mouth, the firmness of his fingertips as he rubs… he’s so tense and soft. Your arms wrap around his neck as you rise off the couch, your knees thumping against the table as you sit on his lap straddling his thick thighs, never breaking the kiss.
Two weeks, it’s only been two weeks, but it’s been two weeks of longing glances, shared stories over meals, quiet understandings, smart replies followed by laughter. You’ve wanted this since you first saw him, the desire burning louder once he was no longer a handsome stranger. You’ve reached an ignition point, and Joel is right there with you, holding the match.
His hands grab your hips, you can feel him against you, his pants tenting against your core.
Denim rubbing against denim as you grind down on top of him.
Joel peppers kisses down to your chin, running his tongue along your neck, placing open mouth kisses against your collarbone. He explores you like he’s mapped his journey in his head. You tip your head back and moan out as his hands drag up and cup your breasts. He licks his way back up your neck, your hands grab at his jaw, the desire in his eyes darkening them.
“Joel…” you breathe out.
“What is it sweetheart?”
“I—I want you.”
“Heh,” his exhale hits your lips putting his forehead against yours, “I want you too, baby.”
Baby. A new name, nobody has ever called you baby. The way his drawl stretches out the aaaa, the way his eyes darken even more as he sees what that word does to you, your lips parting with a moan. He catches your moan with his kiss, his lips sucking on your bottom lip, your lips parting to lick his.
He grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer making you adjust on top of him. He grunts as you grind your core even harder against him trying to soothe the ache between your legs. His hands snake under your shirt, calloused hands palm at the soft skin of your breasts. You haven’t been touched by anybody in over a year, but this? You’ve never been touched like this ever. Other men pale in comparison to Joel Miller.
Your shirt feels too hot against your skin, you grab at your collar and pull it off, Joel leans back to watch you remove it, he lets out a low rumbled curse as you sit bare chested on top of him.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” Joel nuzzles his face against your neck and inhales. “Smell so sweet.”
He buries his head between your breasts, thumbs stroking against your nipples as they harden under his touch. He moves his mouth sealing it over your nipple, your back arching when he sucks it farther in. You whine at the sensation, the want in you sparking even hotter at his touch.
“Good baby?” His words muffled by your skin, his mouth doesn’t leave your breast.
“Y-Yes, want your shirt off,” you gasp out, “Want to feel your skin.” He pulls away and straightens, lifting his faded black shirt up and off, throwing it on the couch behind you.
Your hands reach out and survey the broad expanse of his chest, he’s so warm, you can feel the raised skin of the small scars peppered on him, the smattering of hair across his chest that leads down his belly to his jeans. His breathing rising and falling faster against your hand as you run it across his waistband. You watch yourself unbutton and unzip his jeans. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you rub your hands along the length of Joel hidden underneath his underwear.
“Couch, let’s move,” Joel hisses out. “Here, get up."
You stand on shaky legs, he stays sat on the edge of his coffee table. His hands hold your hips pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your stomach.
“Want to see all of you first, been thinking ‘bout this after that first day you were on my couch.”
Your cunt clenches at his words, you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, and he’s barely even touched you.
Joel unbuttons and unzips your shorts, he glances up, you give him a nod with a smile that he returns. He pushes your shorts and underwear down leaving you bare and standing in the middle of his living room. Dark brown eyes roam over your body fully on display for him, brows furrowed in concentration as if he’s trying to memorize every mole, curve, scar, and mark on your body.
“Can’t get over how pretty you are,” he stands up from the coffee table, leaning forward taking your chin in his hand and placing a kiss on your lips. “Now, sit on the couch for me baby.”
You slowly lower down sitting in the middle pushing your legs together to try to quell the ache in between them.
He stands, his large body looms over you, jeans slung low on his hips, cock laying rigid against the denim. He bends forward and kisses you, hands grabbing your thighs spreading your legs open.
You can feel his breathing accelerate against you as his finger moves across your folds, testing your response, you moan into his kiss as he dips it in and traces a line from your clit to your hole and back.
You’ve imagined him doing this to you back when he was just a crush, just your handsome stranger, your enigma. You never imagined how thick his finger would be, how gentle his touch would feel, how his teeth would gently nibble against your bottom lip.
“Christ. You’re so tight and it’s just one finger baby,” Joel says, voice low and whispered as he looks down. “Can I taste you?"
You have no words, you grunt a yes as he lowers himself on the floor and pulls you forward, spreading your legs wider. You’re not even shy, being on full display like this, legs stretched open, your pussy dripping for Joel to see. You want him to see all of you, it’s all you’ve ever wished for since that first day you saw his handsome face.
He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your core. His groan vibrates against your cunt as he tastes you, licking a stripe up.
You’re dripping wet, when Joel adds a second finger you can feel how smooth it slides in and out of you. He looks up from in between your legs while swirling his tongue around your clit, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours. You can’t stop staring at him, the lines between his eyebrows set in determination as he eats you. Your fingers run through his hair, softly combing the waves as his fingers and tongue devastates you.
He’s proven to you numerous times how much he cares for you, but this? This is the ultimate way. The way his fingers pump you, the way his tongue presses down on your clit with the perfect pressure, this is the care you’ve always wanted.
It’s all so much. What the two of you are doing here in his living room, the build up over the past couple of weeks, the crush you’ve had on him for months culminating here on his couch. The same couch he touched you so tenderly as he bandaged your knee, now that hand is gripping it to stay wide open as he devours you.
You can feel your orgasm climbing inside with each lick against your swollen clit, each rub of his beard against your sensitive folds, each twist of his fingers inside you. You’re close, so fucking close, and when Joel moans against you, your pussy clenches as it floods with your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, his tongue licking down to drink you in, tenderly lapping up your wetness, like he’s savoring you and trying to stretch out the time he has between your legs. You moan his name as he leaves a kiss on your clit before pulling away, his mouth and chin glistening from your orgasm.
Your body tremors through the aftershock of your orgasm, legs still spread wide, your mouth held agape as you pant for air. His hands rub up and down your legs, watching you in awe.
“Everything about you is too sweet,” he says with a shake of his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still can’t believe you’re real."
He kisses your knee before placing his hands on the couch, anchoring himself to stand. He winces as he rises and stretches his back out.
“You okay?” you ask as you scoot your back against the couch, noticing how his cock still lays hard underneath his jeans.
“Yeah, just a bad back… probably shouldn’t have been on the floor for that long,” he sees you grimace in guilt, “but it was well worth it.”
He settles on the couch next to you with a huff, pulling you next to him, feeling his bare chest against yours.
“What about…” your hand runs up and down his thigh.
“Mm?” Joel kisses the top of your head.
“What about me doing the same for you?” your hand moves to grip his bulge. “I want to taste you too.”
Joel groans against your hair, “Yeah? Not gonna argue with that sweetheart.”
Your body thrums at the thought of having Joel in your mouth. You quickly get up from the couch excited that now is your chance to be able to show him how much you’ve thought about this moment.
“You just might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen baby,” he whispers in awe as you stand between his legs, “s’not gonna take me long.”
With his sweet words, you kneel down and tug at his jeans and briefs revealing his cock. It’s so large, just like his focus on you, just like the tension in the room, just like the orgasm he just gave you.
You watch his face as you place a hand on his thigh and wrap your other hand around his rigid shaft, your eyes following the gulp of air he swallows travel down his neck. His skin is so soft here, so warm, you can’t wait to feel him inside your mouth. You slowly pump your fist down his length while lowering yourself onto the floor.
God, he’s gorgeous. His cock twitches in your hand as you hold it, wetting your lips, you bend forward and lick the drop of him that’s leaked out his tip. Salt, sweat… Joel. You moan at the taste, Joel lets a low curse growl out of his mouth when you take him deeper into your mouth. He’s so big, he stretches your lips, opens your throat, fills your mouth fully.
“S’good,” he croaks, his hand brushing a piece of hair away from your forehead, “so pretty.”
You bob your head down taking him to the back of your throat, the thought of how much his big cock is going to fill your cunt sends a flutter through your body.
Joel’s hand tangles in your hair, lightly tugging and setting a pace as you suck him.
“S’good baby, close— m’close,” his hips rising and falling to meet your movements.
You nod and hum in agreement hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder.
His hips pull up, your name whispered out of his mouth as he cums down your throat. You swallow every drop, reveling in the taste of him now being a part of you.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants, “s’amazing.”
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“So, about the CD player,” Joel’s voice interrupting your reverie, “I’ve decided it comes with a condition.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, you come with me outside of Jackson for a day.”
“Joel…”
It’s too late for ultimatums, the only reason you haven’t gotten off his couch and walked home is you’re too comfortable laying against his body that’s currently only clad in his underwear while all you wear is his t-shirt.
“It’s important, it doesn’t have to be now, but soon,” his tone is serious, like he’s overtly concerned about your safety and wellbeing. “Please do it for me, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know what’s out there…”
“And I do, ’n I’ll keep you safe, it doesn’t have to be for long… just long enough so if you do have to leave… it won’t be your first time out in years,” he urges. “Get your bearings ’n everything.”
“You think I’ll be okay out there?”
“I wouldn’t ask of it if I didn’t think you’d be okay.”
“I suppose it makes sense.”
“S’pose so. Doesn’t have to be now but just, when the time is right, I think it’ll be good for you.”
“Okay, if it means I get to keep the CD player.”
Joel tightens his arms around you, pressing his lips against your hair. “You get to keep the CD player darlin’.”
You don’t leave Joel's until the next morning, the both of you falling asleep on his couch with his arms wrapped around you.
A/N: Hi! If you've made it down this far, I appreciate you. Thank you for reading and sticking with this story. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know.
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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 6
Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!
Credit to macrazylive for the GIF
'Where is Y/N Y/L/N' was the talk of the paddock on the coastline of Miami after you missed media day on Thursday. Zhou was there alone trying his best to make funny content but clearly the lack of you there was affecting him.
The presenters for Sky Sports also could tell there was a lack of you in the paddock. Obviously it was still loud thanks to Lando and those kinds of energies.
But where it was media day people didn't think too much of it, maybe you slept in and was too embarrassed to rock up late, or maybe you missed your Wednesday flight ... or maybe you'd been asked by your PR team not to show up because of everything with you and Lewis in the media right now.
There was a lot of noise around Lewis and you. A lot of it wasn't kind either, the worst being that people assumed you slept your way into your seat as the only woman in F1. This started a spiral of hate towards you, people had somehow doxed you and death threats had been sent to your home and you couldn't even log into your socials because it was so bad.
When you didn't arrive for the first free practice that's when more attention was brought to your absence.
"Have you guys seen Y/N?" Carlos asks the little group he was stood with, concerned he hadn't seen you.
"No, she wasn't here yesterday for media day and she didn't come out in FP1, her side of the garage was actually so slow and empty. Their main focus was on getting Zhou out!" Lando admitted having seen with his own eyes what your absence had done to the team.
"As a rookie it's risky missing free practice, maybe they'll announce a replacement for her tonight?" Charles offers sipping on his drink that he'd taken with him from their hospitality.
"I can't believe it, I wonder what's going on!" Daniel nods, wondering why the paddock princess wasn't here.
Things got stranger when you also didn't turn up for FP2 on the same day.
You also weren't there the next morning and everyone was thinking Alpha Romeo were going to have their first DNS of the season where you still weren't around.
It was around 20 minutes until qualifying was supposed to start when someone noticed your paddock pass had been scanned in. They sent someone from the FIA to search and see if it was a mistake or if you had in fact come in.
By the time someone reached the garage to ask you were already in your car waiting to come out for qualifying. You were nervous as hell, you'd missed out on all the free practices and never driven the Miami circuit.
You drove out and ended Q3 in P14, one away from the cut off and it was on a lap where you'd only just managed to get passed the flag in time to get that vital last lap in. Zhou despite having been around the whole weekend and participating in all the free practice sessions didn't have as great a run as you coming P17 and being eliminated for Q2.
Come Q2 and the commentators were in shock with how quickly you were coming to grips with the track. You were only a few tenths of a second off Lando's time coming in P6, a drastic change from your previous result.
You stayed sat in the car in Q3, everyone in the garage knew you didn't really want to talk right now. So it was only you engineer talking to you every now and then telling you stats and times.
Q3 again was pretty good and you were managing to start P5. And considering the week you've had you felt really good about that result.
The rest of the weekend just had awkward vibes, you could tell in your post race interviews how much you didn't want to be there.
"Y/N, it's great to see you back around here and what a great result for you despite being absent for all your free practice sessions!" the interviewer says and you just nod, it wasn't a question. It was a statement so you didn't have to answer.
"How do you feel about that result?" they ask.
"Yeah, good. I think I got as much as I could out the car as I could!" you reply and the interviewer sighs knowing this would be a hard interviewer seeing as this was the first time they were experiencing icy and cold Y/N.
You ended up the interviews quickly, your PR apologizing to the last few saying you wouldn't be doing any more of them.
You went back to the hotel exhausted, just wanting to sleep and get this weekend over.
Twitter was going crazy over how you had been acting in your interviews, your fans specifically were really concerned and of course because it was brought up online all the other drivers saw their reactions and had to go look for themselves.
The ones who hadn't really interacted with you just put it down to an off day, which did happen with drivers particularly rookies who were being too hard on themselves which wasn't uncommon in the newbies.
But for those who did know you and had made the effort to welcome you to the sport, like Zhou, like Carlos, like Lewis, like Charles and Lando and George and Alex ...
They all could tell something was seriously wrong, but it seemed impossible for anyone to get hold of you.
Even the next day on race day, you showed up in the paddock for the national anthem of America, and were ushered straight to your car by your PR team, all the other drivers sharing a look of confusion.
You looked so exhausted and worn out, but they didn't know why.
The race wasnt good, as well as being tired from a severe lack of sleep, there was also your mental state affecting your drive. So you went from P5 down to P7, still in the points but it just didn't really feel ... good enough and you went back to the hotel disappointed.
Your PR team had refused you do any media after the shit show you caused with your bluntness yesterday and thoughts it's best to send you on your way to Switzerland to sort everything out that had been happening and get ready for Spain.
"Charles, she wont answer me..." Carlos had complained to Charles worried about the young driver.
"I don't know Carlos, we're all routing for her and hoping she's okay but maybe she just needs some time alone because of all the pressure. She the first in years to be here, as a woman you know... i cant imagine the pressure she's been feeling" Charles explains with a sigh.
"Mmmmm Toto have you heard anything about Y/N... she's well I don't think she's okay!" Lewis asked his boss in the Mercedes garage.
"Mmmm nothing, but i'll reach into my contacts. I knew her since she was 13 because she was the frist female Mercedes Development Driver/ Young Driver we sponsored. It's a shame really she isn't driving for one of our teams" Toto sighs, knowing Lewis wanted answers starting to tap away on his phone.
You knew these people cared about you, but right now... what you were dealing with and experiencing, you didn't want to drag any of them into.
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Pairing: Stranger/Stranger (Adrinette, but they don't know that)
Words: 4k
Summary:
“Can I kiss you?”
It's costume theme night at the local bar, and Marinette finds herself a bit entranced by a pretty stranger wearing cat ears. She thought she would be content just watching, until Alya suggests she asks for just a little bit more.
Marinette chewed on the edge of her fingernail, trying not to be too obvious as she peered across the bar at the stranger on the corner.
They had met on the dance floor not too long ago, and she had been having trouble looking away ever since. He was attractive, despite the obnoxious cat-eared beanie tight over his blond hair, drawing her towards him in a way she really hadn’t felt in, well, ever. At least, not towards someone she barely knew. Not since the breakup.
The liquid in his delicate cocktail glass was dyed pinker by the spotlight he stood under, so she couldn’t tell if he was actually drinking anything as passion fruit-flavored as the color, or if it was just straight liquor. Her breath caught as he removed his hand from the water-beaded surface, lifting it to adjust the thick-rimmed specs he wore and reminding her of the sparkling green eyes she’d spied earlier.
Blond hair. Green eyes.
She wondered if it was some cosmic joke that this always happened to her.
Even the cat ears were suspect, but she was trying her best not to acknowledge that.
A hand landed on her arm, and she jumped before realizing it was Alya returning from the bathroom.
“Still staring?” Alya asked. She had forgone her eye glasses that night for the sake of ‘accuracy,’ providing Marinette a clear view of the humor glittering through her friend’s hazel eyes.
Marinette sputtered, readjusting the skewed heart-shaped sunglasses over the bridge of her nose. “Wh– What? Staring? Staring at who– I mean— Staring at what? Because obviously I’m not staring and even if I was I wouldn’t be staring at anyone, certainly not anyone handsome and charming and—”
Alya interrupted Marinette’s spiral with a laugh. “Right, right, right.” She shook her head, the red curls bouncing across her bare shoulders. “You weren’t staring at the guy you danced with earlier, and you haven’t been nervous and jittery ever since. I imagined all of it.”
“Yes.” Marinette nodded sagely. “Thank you, exactly. It was all in your head.”
Alya simply hummed, turning to get the bartender’s attention and ordering the two of them another round. With her friend distracted, Marinette couldn’t help but let her eyes wander again. The stranger was now scrolling through his phone. Oh no. Was he calling a taxi? Checking train schedules? Was he leaving?
Pain blossomed over her thumb and the taste of metal hit her tongue as she bit down just a bit too hard.
“Marinette!” Alya hissed, pulling Marinette’s hand away from her mouth and quickly wrapping it in a cocktail napkin. “What are you doing to yourself? Do you want to get kicked out?”
She was sober enough to feel the embarrassed flush cover her cheeks. “Sorry.”
Alya’s barely concealed eye roll was colored with humor. “You should just go over and talk to him.”
Marinette blinked owlishly. “And say what?”
“Ask him for a kiss.”
“What?!” She knew her shriek was loud enough to disturb the patrons on either side of them at the bar, but all she could hear over the pounding of the bass was the blood roaring in her ears. “Why would I do that?”
Alya just laughed. “Look at you” —she waved a hand at Marinette’s napkin wrapped finger— “biting through your nails because you can’t stop thinking about how hot you are for him.”
“I– I–” Marinette faltered, her mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton the more she tried to move it. “I am not.” At Alya’s raised eyebrows, she tried and failed to come up with another reason why not. “I– You know I’m not like that!”
“Normally, yeah,” Alya replied, shrugging, “but there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun, just this once.”
Marinette swallowed.
“And have you ever been so attracted to a stranger in your life?” Alya continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wound up. Not since Adrien, or Luka, or– actually–” She stuck a finger in the air as if the thought had just struck her from above. “No, not Luka; it’s more like with Chat N–”
“Stop stop stop!” Marinette cut her friend off, throwing a hand over her mouth to stop up the words.
Alya licked her palm in objection.
“Ew! Hey!”
“You are so silly, M,” Alya laughed as Marinette pulled her hand away and dramatically wiped it on her shirt. “It’s not weird to have a crush on a superhero.”
Marinette chewed her lip, traces of the watermelon drink she’d had hours ago still tasting in the corner of her mouth. “You know it was more than that.”
A hand patted her shoulder. “Of course I do, but the point still stands.” Alya grinned, as sly as her own superhero persona would imply. “You deserve one night to not care. Treat yourself. You need to cut loose after, well, you know.”
Marinette couldn’t deny that since she had presented it, Alya’s idea was sounding more and more appealing. Though maybe that was the vodka talking. Or the desperation.
“He sure seems like your type after all,” Alya pressed, squinting her eyes as she studied him. “Tall, pretty, charming... blond.”
“Green eyes, too,” Marinette added, despite herself.
“What?” Alya laughed. She reached out a hand, flicking the frame of Marinette’s sunglasses playfully. “You could tell through these bright pink abominations?”
Her face warmed in embarrassment. “I may have, sorta, practiced discerning colors on my posters of Adrien with them before,” she admitted. She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “His eyes look the same.”
Alya laughed again, full and delighted. “Marinette! Oh, there’s no one like you,” she said, grinning. “Now you really have to do it. I’m convinced it’s fate.”
It did feel almost divine.
Alya squinted once more, and Marinette wished her friend had listened to her when she told her to wear her glasses anyway. “He even kinda looks like—” She cut herself off with a hum, shaking her head. “You deserve to get out there again anyway. It’s been ages and I kinda think you need a rebound.”
Marinette wasn’t sure if she fully agreed with that statement, but she wasn’t exactly in the mood to broach the subject and down the mood.
“What if he laughs in my face?” she asked instead, sticking her lip out in a pout. It was meant to look cute, so maybe Alya wouldn’t push so much, but the fear was very much real. Sure, she and the stranger had had an amazing conversation, and their chemistry had been more intoxicating than her drink, but he was still that— a stranger. There was no telling what might happen if she walked up to him and asked for something so daring as a kiss.
“Marinette, look at me,” Alya said, placing both hands on either of Marinette’s shoulders. “You are hot. You are cool. And he is totally into you.”
Was there any explanation for the way her heart leapt straight out of her chest?
“Into me?” Marinette repeated. “What makes you say that? Are you sure?”
Alya smirked dangerously. “Well, don’t look now, but I may have caught him taking a few glances over here while your back was turned,” she explained.
Marinette, of course, looked. Her head turned at just the precise moment to catch his gaze in her own, and sure enough, the stranger’s jaw momentarily dropped upon making eye contact. He recovered quickly with a sweet smile, raising his glass in a cheers motion from across the bar.
Alya sighed, shaking her head. “Well, at least there’s another sign for you,” she said, amused. Grabbing Marinette’s shoulders again, Alya turned her back around to look at her face-to-face. “See? Repeat after me: I am hot.”
A bit dazed from the encounter, Marinette could do nothing else but exactly what Alya asked. “I am hot,” she repeated.
“I am cool,” Alya continued.
“I am cool.”
“He is into me.”
She choked, the last phrase a little rougher on liftoff than the others. “He is, guh– into me.”
“One more time, all together.”
Marinette closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She regretted it, as the smell of sweat and hops stung her nose. But the intake of air managed to ground her, all the same.
“I am hot. I am cool,” she chanted. “He is into me.”
“Yes!” Alya cheered. “Good job!”
The mantra was like a magic spell. Marinette opened her eyes, suddenly energized. Her stomach pitched a little, but it was full with excitement.
“Two cognacs,” the bartender announced, jolting Marinette from her reverie.
“Merci!” Alya picked up a glass, pressing it into Marinette’s hands with cool insistence. “Drink this, and then get over there!”
Marinette obliged, downing the drink in two big swigs. The alcohol no longer burned the back of her throat, settling in her stomach with a pleasant warmness. She replaced the glass on the bar with a firm clink, then sucked in another deep breath, wiping her upper lip with the back of her hand.
“Okay,” she said under her breath, hyping herself up. “Okay!”
“Go!” Alya gave her one more push, spinning Marinette around and pressing the heel of her hands into her shoulder blades. “Your prince charming awaits,” she sang.
Marinette stumbled forward, unsteady from Alya’s shove, but she quickly regained her bearings. Her blood pumped faster in her veins as she approached the other end of the bar. She swore she could feel every fingertip throbbing with her own pulse as she got closer.
Just a little kiss.
Plenty of people did that.
(Although, it wasn’t something she had ever considered doing herself.)
It wasn’t... weird to ask.
And like Alya had said, he was into her. The stranger probably felt the exact same magnetism she had. He would want to kiss her.
Right?
Steeling her nerves, she stood behind him, watching him swirl the liquid around in his glass. His head tilted towards where Alya stood by her lonesome on the other side of the bar, and Marinette’s heart skipped a beat in her chest as she wondered if he might be looking for her.
She smoothed down the synthetic purple wig as best she could, and adjusted the collar of her leather jacket. She almost wished she could dart off to the bathroom for a final appearance check, but she knew she would lose all her built-up confidence if she did. With butterflies brushing the insides of her tummy, she reached out a hand, tapping him twice on the shoulder.
The stranger turned, and she thought she might let herself believe his face really brightened when he saw her.
Nervously, she waved. “Hi.”
“Hey, Clara,” he said in a soft voice, somehow still audible over the loudspeakers. His smile was sweet and reserved. Her throat tightened up. “I was hoping you’d want to talk again.”
Marinette felt like the breath was stolen right out of her lungs. “You– You did?”
A hand reached behind the back of his neck in what must have been a nervous tick— yet another similarity to more than one of the loves of her life, oddly enough. “Yeah, I mean—” Was that a hint of red on his cheeks, or were her glasses fogging up again? “You– Uh, I loved dancing with you.”
The smile pinched her cheeks. “I loved dancing with you, too,” she said. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Wait a second,” Marinette said, her mind finally catching up to the last 60 seconds. “You called me Clara. I didn’t—?”
His mouth twitched into a grin. “Your outfit,” he pointed out. “Inspired by Clara Nightingale, right? From the ‘Heartbreak Disco Baby’ video?”
“You recognize it?”
The stranger’s face seemed to light up, even in the darkness of the bar. “Of course!” Marinette watched agape as his eyes scanned up and down her body, dare she say, appreciatively. “I’ve only watched that video about a million times and this is a perfect recreation.”
Pride swelled in her chest at the praise. “Thank you,” she replied. “I do take my costuming very seriously. My best friend even dressed to look like Sonia Auclair from that video.” She gave her loose hair a flip over her shoulder as she took the moment to seize up his outfit as well. “And you are—”
“Dressed at the very last minute,” he supplied bashfully. “I wasn’t exactly planning to come out, but luckily I had this beanie.”
“It suits you.”
His smile seemed genuine at her compliment. “You really think so?” he laughed, playing with the edge of the material. “Thanks.”
He was adorable. She bit her lip against the rising heat on her face.
“Heartbreak Disco Baby,” he repeated thoughtfully. “That doesn’t mean you’re a little heartbroken, are you?”
Adorable and considerate.
Now or never, she thought.
“Can I kiss you?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, her chest seized up. She said that. Oh god. She really said that.
The stranger’s face blazed a delightful shade of red, and Marinette wondered if they would match or clash were someone to compare the two of them. “Sorry,” he coughed. “I think I might have misheard you?”
She could run away. Back out right now, and save herself the mortification. Unfortunately, a flash of movement on the other side of the bar caught her attention, and she was met by Alya fluttering her fingers across the way. Marinette forced down a swallow.
“I asked to kiss you,” she repeated clearly.
When he only continued to stare at her, face crimson and eyes wide, Marinette slipped dangerously close to panic mode.
“Forget it!” she practically screeched. “You don’t have to do that—” She cut herself off with an awkward laugh. “I just— whew! Is it hot in here? I just— My friend over there told me I need to cut loose, and she told me to just go for it because I, well, I mean you’re very pretty— and we had chemistry…? Oh god, I said that— I mean, no, I stand by that, we do—” She covered her mouth, eyes wide in horror over her spew. “I swear I haven’t had that much to drink,” she admitted, rubbing her temples. “Sorry, I’ll go.”
“Okay.”
Marinette froze, slowly drawing her gaze away from the floor and back to the stranger’s face. “What?”
He rubbed the back of his neck again, the redness of his face having faded to a lovely pink that blended with the colored shades of her glasses. “Okay,” he said again. “I’ll kiss you.”
“You- You– uh. . .” Words didn’t seem to want to come to her rescue.
Luckily, the stranger did. He eased off away from the bar, facing her fully as he took her limp hand in his. With a gentle tug, he guided her to step closer towards him. “Is this okay?” he asked, his warm tone sending her heart fluttering.
She nodded almost too vigorously before she finally managed to rouse her tongue. “Yes, yes, it’s okay.”
This close, she could smell his cologne, a cluster of warm linens and nutmeg that sent a pang of recognition down her spine. His chest was firm and radiated a comfortable warmth that Marinette felt she could fold into. She followed his eyes as they dropped down to her mouth and back up again. Goosebumps raised over her skin as his hand glided up her arm, his face an image of patience. Until it changed to panic.
“Wait, oh no,” he gasped. “You’re not–”
“What?” She tilted her head in confusion, not really sure where this reaction had come from.
His mouth was a worried line. “Have you been drinking?” he asked. “Because I’m sober, and I don’t want to be taking advantage of you–”
Marinette cut him off with a snort. “I promise you, I am completely of sound mind, when I do this.”
Riding the sudden wave of confidence, Marinette mirrored his earlier movements, allowing her hand to trail up his arm and over his neck, warm skin beneath her fingertips. As she gently cupped his cheek with her palm, she pressed up on her tiptoes, rocking forward to sear her lips to his.
His breath fanned her mouth as he gasped into it, truthfully without a hint of the taste of alcohol, and his lips were pleasantly warm and plush against hers. She found herself quickly sinking into it, especially as a hand landed on her lower back and held her steady. Her other hand dove into the hair at the back of his neck, teasing the soft strands in rhythm with the glide of their kiss.
It was more than sparks and explosions and fire— all things she never expected she would feel while kissing a complete stranger.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something achingly familiar— comfortable, her mind supplied— about the pressure of his mouth on hers, and the little hums she could feel vibrating over her skin. Despite herself, she cracked open her eyes and studied his face as he continued to kiss her.
Green eyes. Blond hair. Cat ears, puns, those lips. Her heart almost seemed to stop as she realized she knew exactly why the sensation was so familiar. She had felt this kiss before. It could only be Chat Noir, she realized, warmth flowing between her shoulder blades.
She pulled away, just a centimeter to breathe between them. “Mon Chaton?”
He blinked open dazed eyes, blinking at her as if waking up from a dream. “Chaton?” he repeated. His eyes widened. “My Lady?” His voice was breathier than she was used to hearing it, and it sent a thrill up her spine.
“It’s you.” She almost wanted to laugh. “No wonder we fit so well together.”
It only took a few seconds for her partner to recover from his dreamlike state. He grinned his cat-like grin. “We’ve always been the purrfect team, after all.”
“Oh my god,” Marinette groaned, pressing her lips to his once more to shut him up. However, his mouth remained shockingly slack against hers. She pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
Seemingly dumbfounded, he replied, “You kissed me again.”
Oh god. Oh, god. He didn’t want to kiss her now that he knew. She was such an idiot.
“I’m so sorry.” Hastily, she tried to push away from his chest, only for him to grab her wrists and prevent her escape.
“Wait, no. I just–” His mouth worked wordlessly, endless green eyes searching her own. “Are you sure you want to be kissing me? What about—”
“Adrikins!”
Marinette froze in place, the familiar voice sending a chill up her spine— one that was cold and bruising, rather than warm and thrilling tingles that her partner had sent up and down her back all night.
Her hands went limp, still caught in Chat Noir’s hold, as the spray-tanned arms of Chloé Bourgeois wound around his neck.
Chloé, dressed in a flowing gown that did not at all match the whimsical costumes in the bar, immediately launched into complaints, current company left unnoticed, or rather ignored. “Thank god, I finally found you,” she cooed. “I can’t believe you left me there with that cousin of yours and Tsurugi. Ugh.”
A pained expression flashed Marinette’s way before her partner turned his head to meet Chloé’s powder blue eyes. “You had Zoé, too, didn’t you?” he asked her.
“Ugh, you know I would rather it be just us two.”
Marinette was rooted to the spot. It felt as though her brain was misfiring in about a billion directions. And yet, somehow all those directions ended at the exact same destination: the stranger before her.
A stranger, she was realizing, that was not so strange after all.
In fact, this was probably a person she knew better than she ever thought she had.
Because if she added everything she knew up, carried the two, and multiplied by three, well...
It seemed like Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste and the two (three...?) loves of her life were actually just one.
Nervous green eyes peeked at Marinette, as if to check that she was still there. The redirection of his— Adrien’s, oh god— attention finally drew Chloé’s eyes east, and if Marinette thought she could make it out of this easily, she was quickly corrected when an appalled groan filled the air.
“Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé stuck her nose up in the air, somehow glaring at Marinette through only the corner of her eye. “What are you doing with her? I thought you two broke up.”
“It’s complicated,” Marinette said, at the same time Adrien burst out “Marinette?”
She took one look at his face before immediately casting her eyes away again, an angry red blush overtaking her cheeks.
What the hell what the hell what the hell.
She found herself almost wishing for an akuma alert to save her. Except, no. No, she didn’t, she realized, because she would still have the same man right there with her.
“Marinette?” Adrien repeated again, voice sounding almost far away, even in a room where her ears were already blocked from the loud music.
Shyly, she met his pleading eyes, pushing her sunglasses back up and onto the top of her head. His jaw all but dropped open as he watched her, recognition flitting through his eyes.
They were quite the pair, weren’t they? Marinette could have laughed. A pair of glasses and neither realized that they were talking to their own ex. And the fact that she had recognized Chat Noir’s kiss, but not Adrien’s... No. Nope. Not going to unpack that.
Chloé glanced between them, a look between disgusted and bored plastered across her face. “What’s with that reaction?” she asked. “Listen, if you’re getting back with this weirdo, I–”
“Chloé!”
Marinette had no idea where Alya had appeared from, but she had never been so happy to see her best friend throw an arm over the other girl’s shoulder. Chloé physically recoiled under Alya’s touch, attempting to lean away, but to no avail.
“Césaire,” she grunted.
Alya grinned, unbothered by the less-than-enthusiastic response. “Oh my god, it really is you! I could barely tell; forgot my glasses, silly me. How’ve you been?” she asked. “I want to hear all about the new campaign.” Over her shoulder, she threw Marinette a wink.
The realization that Alya was providing her a way out burst across Marinette’s skin. In a flash, she had wrapped her hand around Adrien’s wrist, bodily dragging him through the crowd and away from their classmates. He came along willingly, only slowing down to dodge around drunk patrons that stepped between them.
Eventually they found themselves comfortably alone in a quiet hallway leading to the bathrooms. The hallway was much brighter than the main floor, illuminating all of Adrien’s features in a way that she couldn’t believe she had missed before. Marinette looked up at him in question, squeezing his wrist tight between her fingers. “When did you get back?” she asked, too desperate for the answer to pretend like she wasn’t.
He looked worried. “Just tonight. I– I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me.”
“Of course I did,” she murmured. She realized she had said it too quietly to be heard over the speakers when Adrien kept going.
“Everyone was asking questions.” He pressed a hand against his forehead, twisting her heart with it. “And just talking so much about my dad and England and... I don’t know. I– I had to get out.”
Her breath caught. She began running her hand up and down his arm to try and soothe him, saying, “I know, kitty, I know.”
“Zoé mentioned you and that’s when I realized I had to make a break for it.” He ducked his head shyly. “I should have figured I’d run right towards you.”
Marinette huffed out a laugh, her earlier conversation with Alya about fate and divinity seeming oh so relevant now. She let her hands rest on both his cheeks. “Yeah, seems like we’ll always be in each other’s orbit, doesn’t it?” she asked. “I just can’t seem to ever let you go.”
His eyes went shiny, and she wondered if he was about to cry. “Do you really mean that?” he asked, covering her hands with his own.
Her shoulders dropped with the tension she had been carrying. “Of course I do,” she replied, running her thumbs over the dark circles beneath his eyes. “I’m sorry about that night. I just didn’t want you to leave and I didn’t know how to say it.”
“I didn’t want to leave either,” he said with a watery smile. “Are you disappointed you didn’t get to kiss a stranger?”
She used her thumb to brush one errant tear away from his eye. “Considering I’d rather be kissing you, anyway?” she teased. “No, I’m not disappointed at all.”
His mouth twisted into a wry grin. “Not even about...?” He glanced back and forth down the hallway, as if checking for any listeners, only to look back at her with just an eyebrow waggle to voice his concerns.
Marinette giggled again. “Come here, kitty.” With a gentle tug, she guided his face down to hers, kissing him all over again.
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I’ve never requested before so I’m sorry if I don’t make sense at all lol I’m nervous
But can I make a request for a Peter Parker x Reader? In which they’re classmates at school and he’s always had the biggest crush on reader (I’m talking years, since grade school probably!), and for whatever reason only recently had a burst of courage to ask the reader out? Preferably female!reader, but gn is fine too :)
i am so so honored that this is your first request!! thank you so much for it, this is so cute <3
everything happens for a reason.
to break or to build character, to test a person, to gauge a reaction. there's something expected from each choice made; there's something to learn from everything that happens.
there's been something like pulling in peter's chest for years now, when he really thinks about it. he was hooked from the very first time he saw you, wanting nothing more than to run up and introduce himself. his shy demeanor was in full-swing even back then, at the ripe age of seven; it took being seated together for the year for him to even wave.
peter parker can count the amount of interactions between the two of you on two hands (maybe three, if he includes eye contact made from across classrooms. and if he had three hands.) despite your proximity. your constant proximity. somehow, always at peter's worst.
like, for example, when you had asked peter for a copy of some notes when he had gotten caught in the rain the day before, thoroughly soaking his backpack and smudging the ink on every paper inside.
or the time when your family had moved into one of the houses down the street and you had watched peter's skateboard catch on a stray rock, sending him flying into the pavement and igniting aunt may's hatred for his board.
peter was always so constantly aware of you - which classes you shared, where your seat for the year was, how close your locker was to his.
despite his unwavering acknowledgement of your presence, you were practically a stranger.
sure, the two of you have talked. but the conversation has never really gotten past a "huh?" or a "sorry, i don't" from peter.
every single time, he's spent the rest of his day imagining different words coming out of his mouth, wondering if there was a certain string that would make you something more than acquaintances.
it was a code he couldn't crack.
10 years, six half-conversations, and a few smiles. that's all he's managed to accomplish.
but there's something that draws peter to you. your smile, your laugh overheard in the halls, the glimpses he catches of you leaving in a friend's car when he takes the trash out.
he can't get you out of his mind, especially not when you seem to be around every corner.
peter craves what he knows he can never have. the churn of his stomach and the signals in his brain telling him to run whenever you're around have made sure of that. you've taught peter parker that between fight or flight, he chooses flight.
but when peter wakes up with too much strength and a buzz in his body, something has changed - not just the ability to take out the faucet of his sink with a swipe of his hand.
he doesn't walk with his hood up in the hallways anymore, doesn't hunch to make himself seem smaller. he stands tall, back straightened, the air of something strange that he's never felt before surrounding him. peter thinks it may be confidence.
he hasn't been dosed with enough to go up to your door with flowers and movie tickets but he's at least able to work up the nerve to catch you after class.
there's clear surprise on your face as your eyes flicker to your friends, waiting for you, to peter - he's never been one to strike up a conversation with you.
"hey," peter begins a little breathlessly.
"hi, pete," you start, surprising yourself with the nickname. "peter. hello, peter."
to your relief, peter laughs. it's soft. it suits him. "hi. uh, how are you?"
the question takes you by surprise. you're not sure what you were expecting, but anything peter could've said would've taken you by surprise. you start to wonder if there's supposed to be something wrong. an answer peter is expecting.
"i'm... good!" you're laughing through your words. turns out, peter's wide smile is contagious. "how are you?" you're well aware of the t-minus six minutes you have to get to your next class but your legs don't make any move to walk away from peter.
"yeah, i'm also... good." adrenaline is coursing through peter, just like when he did impossible tricks and jumps in an empty lot. "i was... i wanted to ask you something."
"you already did," you joke.
"oh- yeah, well i mean... other than that," peter laughs. "i was gonna ask... if you wanted to hang out. i mean, not now. you have class. i have class."
"yes, we have class," you laugh. "so some other time."
"some other time," peter repeats.
"here." you tear out a piece of paper from a stray notebook in your bag and a pen, scribbling down your phone number as best you could before handing it to peter. "it's about time you asked, peter."
the warning bell rings and you're off, leaving peter stuck in his spot with a dumb grin on his face.
peter gets to class late but it's not enough to diminish the feeling that he's on top of the world, your words ringing in his ears. it's about time. have you noticed how long he's been on the bench, wishing he could make a move? his mind buzzes, wondering shyly if you've been thinking about him for as long as he's thought about you.
peter's only really brought back down when he accidentally shatters the back of the basketball hoop after taunting flash. who's idea was it to make it out of glass, anyway?
he's dragged by the ear when uncle ben completely embarrasses him in front of you - but at least his punishment is over. well, it'll be over after the suspension ends.
but peter feels like the world has it out for him as he holds his dying uncle in his arms, gunshot wound leaking warm blood onto him. he's crashing now, sobs racking his body as uncle ben goes still.
everything falls apart when the police hand over the sketch of the man suspected to have killed uncle ben and peter realizes it's his fault.
everything happens for a reason.
peter has gained something. but what did he lose?
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B. KAULITZ X READER
warnings ; ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ , ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ , ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ , ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏ/ɴ , ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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— "She's been in a daze for the last fifteen minutes I don't know how to get her back."
"Have you tried sticking a straw in her ear?"
"Why the hell would I do that?"
"You're no fun Georg—"
"Fine i'll do it!"
"What the hell dude!" I yelled, My ear tickled, I watched Tom bend over and start laughing,
His body shook as he laughed, I slumped further into the chair, watching as Georg silently laughed.
"I told you it'd work!" Tom yelped, his body soon settling into a chair beside me, he flicked my forehead, making me glare at him.
"Alright—" Georg took a deep breath as he stopped laughing, sitting beside me as well.
"What do you two want?" I asked, noticing how they both looked at me with a stern look, I raised a brow.
"Why'd you come over if you are just going to day dream all day?" Tom asked, digging into his pockets for what i'm assuming is a pack of gum.
I bit the inside of my cheek, "I'm not!- I'm not daydreaming.. I'm just thinking." I murmured.
"Womp womp.."
"Same fucking thing."
I rolled my eyes, rubbing my arms as I felt goosebumps grow over my skin. My entire body quivered as memories from Thursday replayed in my head over and over again.
"Can we head down to the studio later, we want you to fix up some of Bill's lyrics and maybe tweak around with my guitar, I just don't know how to make it match the new song." Georg asked, making me cough.
"oh— wait.. you want me to fix up some of Bill's lyrics?" I asked, wiping my mouth.
"Yeah?.. You've done it before.." Georg questioned, I glared at him.
"Is Bill gonna be there?" I asked, pushing some of my hair away from my eyes.
"Obviously he's part of the band yeah?.." I bit my tongue.
"Okay fine ye- yeah." I mumbled, nervous to see Bill because of the way we'd left things at the rink.
I stood up and grabbed my bag, scurrying to slip on my shoes.
"You're leaving already?" Tom asked, folding his hands over each other.
"Yeah- yeah I.. pfft... I forgot about an uh assignment due uh.. today! Yeah today!" I exclaimed, rushing to the door.
"Why is she acting so fucking weird?" Tom asked, Georg laughed.
"Your twin is why." Georg mumbled.
"Why would Bill have anything to do with her acting like a total idiot?" Tom asked, his hands now digging far into his pockets for a stick of gum.
"They have a little bit of a situation-ship going on." Georg mumbled. Tom choked on the stick of gum he had begun chewing, his eyes widening as he coughed.
"Eh- what?" Tom asked, regaining his breath.
"They have a situation ship, it's been going on since last year." Georg mumbled.
Tom's eyes went white.
"WHAT!?"
Georg laughed.
"I think it's about time you knew since no one told you." Georg mumbled.
"You guys are unbelievable. I can't believe no one mentioned it. Especially Bill!" Tom complained, grumbling as he chewed on his bottom lip.
"We thought you pieced it up by now." Georg mumbled.
"No?!"
"Oh come on don't get so prissy now!"
"Prissy are you serious!?"
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— "Why is her head so far up her ass recently?"
"Don't say that.."
"Bill you have no say in this."
"Someone just snap her back I need her help with this next line."
"You do it!"
"Fuck off Gus!"
"I'll do it just shut it."
"Hey, y/n, Georg needs your help with something." Bill mumbled, shaking me lightly.
I blinked a couple times, slightly jumping as I saw him face to face with me, he smiled softly.
"Hey.." He mumbled with a smile. I swallowed hard looking from his eyes to his lips.
I bit down on my bottom lip, I could've sworn my face heated up.
"Hey, yeah sorry i've just- i've been lost in thought." I mumbled. Bill nodded, He stepped away to go scribble more things into his notebook and I made my way beside Georg.
"Okay.. What do you need." I asked him.
Georg scoffed, "I need your head in reality not wonderland. Just talk to him if your head is so far up your ass."
I glared at him, snatching his music sheets away from him.
"He doesn't even know what he wants so what's the point." I mumbled, looking over his notes.
"Georg a whole note wouldn't fit here use an eighth note instead." I mumbled, erasing it and replacing it with another note.
"He knows what he wants y/n." Georg mumbled ignoring my correction.
I shook my head, reading over his other notes.
" He just has an inability to express his feelings. "
"Big words you chose to use there." I muttered, licking my lips as I corrected a couple more things and even annotated to show how they match the lyrics.
"Come on you need to grow a pair too." Georg mumbled, looking over the now freshly annotated sheet, strumming his guitar as he looked at the notes.
"Shut up." I muttered, throwing his pencil at him. I stood up and began walking towards the back doors, I grabbed my coat and beanie and made my way out the door. I sat on some nearby bricks, digging into my pockets for a pack of camels.
I dug further into my pocket finding my lighter, carefully I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, licking my lips slightly before putting it in my mouth and shoving the pack and lighter back into my pockets,
I shivered softly, taking a long drag from the cigarette, letting out an exasperated sigh as the smoke left my lips.
"Since when do you smoke?"
His voice echoed through my ears, I swallowed hard, taking another drag from the cigarette.
"College.. Just stresses me out more than high-school ever did." I mumbled, Bill chuckled softly, sitting beside me his beanie making his hair stick to his face.
Bill licked his lips, gently grabbing the cigarette between my lips.
"May I?"
I nodded, he grinned, taking the cigarette away and putting it between his lips, taking a long drag before letting the smoke leave his lips, gently dusting off some of the ash.
"Are the guys stressing you out?" Bill asked, I sighed, but I nodded softly.
"Yeah. A little."
Bill chuckled, I nudged him.
"Fine.. A lot. Just been pretty serious lately." I mumbled.
I took the cigarette away from him, taking another long drag, I looked at him for a second before blowing the smoke out of my lips.
I rested my head on his shoulder, he was startled I could tell, But after a couple seconds he settled down, he began wrapping one of his arms around me, his nails tickling me slightly.
He took the cigarette back and took another drag, blowing the smoke out slightly. Somehow he didn't react to the cold that much. It may just be because he's used to it.
I admired how red his face was. It suited him.
Looking at him for this long felt wrong, but It also felt so right. He was my poison, He hurt me but the admiration and love only grew.
My heart yearned for him.
I watched him take another drag of the cigarette, His eyes shut momentarily.
The smoke slowly left his lips.
He looked so pretty under the moon, he had this glint in his eyes, this shine to his face, his pale skin made him even more alluring.
Every second with him was worth something to me. It was worth everything.
I watched his hand fall, the cigarette being put out by the snow, He turned to look at me and without warning, He cupped my face gently, his other hand slowly tracing up and down my back to finally cup my face.
Both of his hands held my face, his eyes, looking away, back at me again, and then at my lips.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head, I swallowed hard, my body ached.
His hands still felt warm despite the cold, His breath hitched.
"Just let me look at you for a moment yeah?"
My heart almost instantly started to race.
I swallowed hard, my eyes darting left to right avoiding his eyes.
"Bill—"
He didn't say anything, He just looked at me, one of his hands dropped, tracing all the way down my neck and landing on my shoulder.
He squeezed it slightly, I watched him bite down on the inside of his cheek, he leaned forward, his breath tickling my neck.
"Sorry.."
Was all he mumbled, and before I knew it his lips had connected with mine. My breath hitched slightly, my eyes shutting slowly.
His hand tightened on my arm, making me deepen the kiss even further, he pulled away momentarily, catching his breath before he pushed his lips onto mine even harder.
I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, making me gasp slightly, his other hand dropped, roaming my torso.
"Closer."
He mumbled, making my whole body ache.
I swallowed hard, bringing my hands to surround the nape of his neck.
I felt all his hairs, small goosebumps trailed all over him, he pulled away kissing my cheek gently, his lips quivered slightly.
His tongue collided with my neck, swirling around for a second, he planted a small kiss before beginning to bite gently with his teeth, sucking softly.
An involuntary whine left my lips. I gripped his hair gently, not to hurt him but for some sort of support.
"It's- going to be noticeable.."
"Shh.. I know—"
My breath grew heavy, I shut my eyes to gain some sort of composure, my hands weakly gripping his clothing.
He pulled away from my neck, smoothing out the spot, he looked me in the eyes, they were filled with desperation and desire.
He bit his lip gently, connecting our lips yet again. This time it was more slow and gentle, he was trying to regain his own composure.
"What the fuck you said you'd get her not make out with her!"
Bill pulled away, my face slowly hiding behind him, I palmed my hands over my face embarrassed.
"Hey Georg.." I mumbled.
"Don't fucking ' hey ' me get your ass inside I need you to put some knowledge into Tom's brain!" Georg complained.
I rolled my eyes, I could see Bill's gentle smile, I smiled at him, I kissed his cheek, before standing up and walking back into the studio.
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Hiii!! How are u?🥰
First I want to say that I LOVE YOUR WRITING, everything you do it's a work of art, I'm such a SIMP😍
Second, and i hope I'm noth bothering you, I just wanted to know if you could write something with our handsome Ramattra.
I was thinking about him and reader (female if that's ok) adopting a little girl, Ramatta being excited and nervous to have a daughter, and loving her with all his being, another human that will show him than not every humans are bad.
Send u a lot of love and hugs🤗❤️
Aaaa thank you!! I accept all the love and hugs heh ♥ I am doing well too, thanks for asking!
It had been talk of the household for months now and Ramattra didn't see the appeal of it. He was already living with one human, and you had been talking about taking in another one? He scoffs at the thought every time it crosses his mind.
Of course, being your partner, he couldn't deny the happiness it would bring you, so eventually he agrees and soon enough, the pair of you were heading to the adoption agency.
It was going to be a long process; making sure your home was fit for this child, that you two had stable jobs but also making sure that you had enough time to be with this new addition to the family.
When everything was finalised, the day came when you and Ramattra finally took your daughter home and the omnic was surprised when a small hand entwined with his.
He looks down, a hum of satisfaction escaping his vocaliser. She wasn't scared of him like every other human was, no, she was accepting of his appearance.
"She's taken a liking to you." You whisper over to your partner.
"Yes, it seems the small human has." Ramattra looks up at you, the smile on your face warms his circuits. "She is lucky to have a mother like you, too."
Your cheeks grew in heat. It was rare for him to compliment you so it was always a shock when he did.
"You will be a wonderful father."
Ramattra nods as he looks forward, his grip tightening on his daughter's hand ever so slightly. A father... Perhaps this will not be so bad afterall.
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Roughly a year had passed and Ramattra had never felt such adoration towards a human. Every waking moment he was spending it with his daughter. When you were working, he'd make sure that the small human was fed, playing with her when she demanded it... Even if it meant pink lipstick being smeared over his faceplate.
He loved his daughter, the playfulness and even the tantrums; he was glad he took that uncomfortable leap and started a family with you.
"I love you, dad." Her words were a constant reassurance to him.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
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~ 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝖻𝗋𝗈!𝖲𝖺𝗆 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗈𝖾 𝖷 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ~
~ 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍 ~
~ Authors Notes - this is my first time writing something but i did have help so please let me know what you like or don't like :) i also don't own any of the gifs used ~
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Sam Monroe, the boy who was your stepbrother for the past four years, shuffled into your bedroom, his eyes darting around the familiar space like a caged animal. He took a seat on the edge of your bed, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jeans, and let out a sigh. You knew why he was here. Your parents were gone for the weekend, leaving the two of you to fend for yourselves. It wasn't the first time they'd left you alone together, but something felt different today. Maybe it was the way he kept glancing in your direction, or the nervous energy that seemed to radiate from him. Or maybe it was the way your heart fluttered just a little bit faster whenever he was near.
"So…what do you wanna do?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You knew he was trying to act nonchalant, but you could see the uncertainty in his eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to say what was on your mind. "Sam?" you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "Can I…talk to you about something?" He looked up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours, and something in the way he was looking at you made your heart skip a beat.
You took another deep breath and blurted out, "I've…I've grown pretty used to having you around. And I…I just wanted to say that…well, I don't want you to think I'm being weird or anything, but…I kind of…like being with you." You felt your cheeks flush as the words left your mouth, but you couldn't take them back now.
Sam's expression slowly changed as you spoke, first surprise, then confusion, then something that looked like…relief. "You…you like being with me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even when we're just hanging out like this?"
Heat flooded your cheeks as you nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Yeah…I do. I mean, you're always so…funny and smart. And you're really sweet, too. I just…I never realized how much I enjoyed being around you until now." The words tumbled out of you, unbidden and unfiltered. You felt your heart racing, but you couldn't stop now. You took a deep breath and looked up at him, hoping he understood what you were trying to say.
Sam leaned forward, his expression softening, and cupped your face in his hands. "Really?" he whispered. "You mean that?" You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "Because I feel the same way, you know. I mean, I thought you just…put up with me or something." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "But I'm glad I'm not just some annoying stepbrother to you."
His thumbs traced circles on your cheeks, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch. "Sam…" you whispered, your voice trembling. You wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours, to taste him and know that he felt the same way you did. But you were afraid to take that step, afraid that it might ruin everything.
He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "What is it, he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Do you want me to…?" Before he could finish his sentence, you felt his lips brush against yours, gentle at first, then more insistent as he deepened the kiss. Your heart raced and your blood sang in your ears, and for a moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you and the way your bodies fit together so perfectly.
Sam's hands slid down your back, cupping your bottom, and pulled you closer against him. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat between your legs grow as his hips grind against you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer, as if you could somehow crawl inside him.
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The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the moment, the only thing that mattered was the taste of his lips and the feel of his skin against yours. It felt like an eternity since your lips had been touched this way, and you didn't want it to end. But as you felt Sam's breath hitch in his throat, you knew he needed air just as much as you did.
He broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he stared down at you with dazed eyes. "God, I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his voice hoarse. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire battling with the uncertainty. You reached up and traced his bottom lip with your finger, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your touch.
"It's okay," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I want this, too." You leaned in again, pressing your lips against his in a tender, exploratory kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands moving up to cradle your head as he deepened the kiss. Your tongues danced together, a tentative duet that quickly grew more confident and passionate.
As you kissed, you became aware of the weight of his body against yours, the heat between your legs, and the way your hearts seemed to beat as one. You felt as if you could lose yourself in this moment, surrender to the overwhelming desire that pulsed between you.
With a gasp, Sam broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he stared down at you with a mixture of awe and lust. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He trailed his fingers down your cheek, along your jaw, and back up to cup your face in his hands.
You felt dizzy with the intensity of the moment, your heart racing and your body on fire. You reached up, entwining your fingers in his hair, and pulled him down for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the last. His lips were soft and yielding against yours, and as you kissed, you could feel the hardness of him pressed against your thigh.
Sam moaned into the kiss, his hips moving rhythmically against yours, and you arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest. Heat pooled low in your abdomen, and you squirmed against him, wanting more. His hands slid down your back, cupping your bottom, and lifted you up, bringing your legs around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the roughness of his skin against your fingertips.
He kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours, and you could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against your core. The sensation sent a shiver of desire down your spine, and you ground your hips against him, needing the contact. His fingers dug into your skin, holding you close, as if he was afraid you might disappear.
As you kissed, you could feel your body growing more and more alive, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. The air between you seemed to crackle with energy, and you could feel the weight of his desire pressing down on you. You arched your back, offering yourself up to him, and he took it, his lips moving lower, kissing a trail down your neck and collarbone.
His hands roamed over your skin, possessive and hungry, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat building inside you, and you ground your hips against him in time with his movements. You could feel the dampness between your legs, and the ache deep in your core, and it was all you could do not to cry out.
As his lips traveled lower still, kissing and nipping at your breast, you arched your back, offering him deeper access. He groaned into your skin, his body trembling against yours as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking it with his tongue. You cried out, the pleasure too intense to bear, and your hips bucked against him.
He pulled back, his eyes meeting yours, and you saw the raw desire there, the need for connection. "God, I want you," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "I want this so much."
You reached down, unbuttoning his pants, revealing his hardness to the air. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat and the weight of him in your palm. He arched his back, moaning deeply, and you could see the tension in his shoulders as he fought to remain in control. His hips moved of their own accord, grinding against your hand.
"Please," he whispered, his voice ragged. "I need you."
You moved closer, guiding his hardness to your entrance. He gasped as you took him inside you, feeling the tightness of your body surrounding him. He let out a shuddering breath, his hips moving instinctively, thrusting deeper. You moaned, arching your back to meet his movements, the sensation of being filled by him almost too much to bear.
His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he began to move, his rhythm growing faster and more urgent. You could feel the tension building inside you, the need for release growing more and more intense. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him deeper.
The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire. He kissed you, his lips soft and demanding against yours, as he thrust harder, faster. You could feel the heat between you, the sweat that dripped from your skin, and you knew there was no turning back now. This was happening, and it was real.
His movements grew more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the brink. You could feel the tension building inside him, the impending release that was going to shake him to his core. You wanted to be there with him, to feel it too, to share this moment of connection.
You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with a moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation of being so close, of feeling him inside you, was overwhelming. You could feel the heat between your legs, the tightness building inside you, and you knew that release was close, so close.
His pace quickened, his body moving with a desperate urgency. His skin was flushed, his breath ragged as he neared the brink. You could feel the tension in his arms, the power that he was holding back, and you wanted nothing more than to help him let go. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, arching your back further, begging for more.
His thrusts became deeper, harder, as if he was trying to reach something just out of reach. His hips slapped against yours, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. You moaned his name, feeling the building pressure inside you, the impending release that was going to consume you both.
He let out a guttural cry, his body tensing as he came, his release spilling into you. You could feel the heat of him, the wetness as he emptied himself, and it was the most intense sensation you'd ever felt. Your body tightened around him, your own orgasm washing over you in a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
You clung to him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you rode out the wave of sensation. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body still moving within yours, their movements now slow and tender. The room spun around you, the world reduced to the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his lips on yours.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before trailing it down your cheek, across your jaw and to your neck. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent shivers through your body. "I want to stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice still ragged from exertion. "Just… with you."
You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, the strength of his muscles beneath his clothes. You could feel the weight of his chest against yours, and it was a comforting, reassuring sensation. You let out a contented sigh, closing your eyes as you savored the moment.
They continue to lie entwined, the weight of their post-coital contentment pressing down on them. As they drift in and out of sleep, they share dreamlike fragments of memories from their past, discovering new aspects of each other and forging a deeper emotional connection
Their breath mingles, the rise and fall of their chests in perfect harmony.
The room grows brighter as the sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm golden light across their entwined forms. You could swear that the air in the room feels different, somehow lighter and more alive. It's as if their bodies are inextricably linked, each breath and heartbeat synchronized, as if they share a single existence.
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A super embarrassing thing happened to me today. I got a spanking from my neighbor, and it was on my bare bottom!
My best friend, Jazmin, lives across the street. She stays with us sometimes, and sometimes I stay with her. Daddy says I have to be on my best behavior when I'm over there because Jazmin's father is a Baptist minister, and he's kinda strict.
I'm staying with the Wilkersons because my parents had to go out of town for a few days. Mrs. Wilkerson found my vape pen and took it away from me. Then she told me to wait in the reverend's study until he came home from church.
I was really nervous waiting in there. Jazmin told me that he spanks her and her little brother in that room, and I was anxious that he would spank me. I was especially concerned about the big wooden paddle hanging on the wall. Jazmin told me later that it was her daddy's college paddle, and he never uses it for spankings.
I heard Rev. Wilkerson come home and talk to his wife. Then he walked into the study and closed the door behind him. I really started to sweat then.
He sat down on the couch next to me. He said he heard about today from his wife and wanted to hear from me now. I didn't know what to say to get out of trouble, so I just told the truth - it was my vape pen. He wanted to know if Jazmin had one or ever used mine. I said I didn't know if she had one, but she never used mine. That wasn't entirely true, but I wasn't going to get her butt in trouble just because mine was!
Rev. Wilkerson then lectured me about the dangers of vaping and smoking and how it wasn't legal for me to do it because of my age. He didn't tell me anything new, but I nodded and said, "yes, sir," a lot as he spoke.
Then he took my hand and said we needed to pray over it. I didn't know what he meant. My family doesn't go to church, and we don't even pray at meals, so I thought that was weird. He closed his eyes and said some things about guidance, temptation, righteousness, foolishness, and the rod of correction. Amen.
The reverend said he loved me like I was his own daughter, and if Jazmin had done this, she would have gotten a spanking, so he was going to spank me.
The next thing I know, Rev. Wilkerson has pulled me over his lap, and his hands have slipped under my dress. He pulled my panties down to my knees and started smacking my bare bottom. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little girl, and then it was always over my pants or underpants. No man had seen my bare behind since I was very young, and it was humiliating.
Again, I didn't know what to do, so I lay there as his big hands punished my naked cheeks with blow after blow. The spanks were very painful, and they really stung my bottom.
He gave me sixteen smacks. I counted them, but I didn't cry during the spanking. Then he pulled my panties back up and told me to get up. He stood up, too, and gave me a big hug. He said it was unfortunate that he had to punish me, but it was over now. All was forgiven, and we should forget about it.
I couldn't forget about it, of course. I started to cry, and I ran to Jazmin's room. I threw myself on her bed and buried my face in her pillow. She rubbed my back while I told her about the spanking. She said it sounded typical of the punishments she and her brother get. She said she wanted to see what a white girl's bottom looked like after a spanking, so I pulled down my underwear to show her. She had some lotion she said would help relieve the sting, and she offered to rub it on my bottom. I let her do it, and it felt very nice.
I will be a "good girl" for the rest of my stay. I don't want another visit to Rev. Wilkerson's study!
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Where it all began
Part 1
Ghost X F/Reader
This could be a long one. I wanted to write something that isn’t all about the sex with Ghost but the start of how you could meet and develop a relationship.
The beginning of where you first meet Simon “Ghost” Riley. Being Transferred to the 141 due to Price being interested in your skill set. Could it be love at first sight for the mystery man behind the mask or is it just curiosity of who is he.
Transferring task forces isn’t easy for anyone especially being a young female who still has a lot to experience in the world but the only reason your here is because of pure luck. Almost as if you’ve been scouted for this role….. your attention to detail and ability to read situations, well your just one for the elite. Most men find it intimidating hence why your being transferred to task force 141. Now your 3rd task force within the space of 6 months, not your fault that people, well men, have too much pride to allow someone like yourself to get the job done.
You’ve heard many good things about the 141 and how they operate, kind of makes you nervous. They’re the best of the best they say. And not just anyone gets the approval from Captain John Price. You’ve only ever spoken to Captain Price over the phone, but from that he seemed more than happy to get you involved within the team and said you’d be a perfect addition, clearly indicates he’s read through your file and is happy with what it contains and isn’t going off the fact this is now your 3rd Task force.
It’s 7pm now and you’ve finally unpacked and settled into your room. Price left you a folder containing information on the mission to get you up to speed for tomorrow morning at the final briefing before everyone is due to head out. Within that Price left you a note stating that the some of the team are in the clubhouse having a drink and playing pool and that you are more than welcome to drop by. Rather than interrupt their fun you just walked in and sat by the bar and watched from afar just to see what the team are like aside from the serious stuff.
You watch as Captain Price approaches the pool table and playing are Johnny “Soap” McTavish and Kyle “Gaz” Garrick the typical banter and laughter coming from the 3 nothing out of the normal. You hear Soap calling over to someone else sitting within the booth behind the pool table, you couldn’t quite see who he was talking to so you moved across to the seat next to you. And that’s when you first saw him, Simon “Ghost” Riley. He was Slumped in the booth alone finishing off smoking a cigarette and putting it out before responding to Soap. He then stands and walks over to the pool table to join the others. From across the bar you could see his shirt clenching to his muscles showing every little definition there is to his upper body as well as being at a guess 6”3 made him look all that more intimidating. Still wearing his gloves and his sleeves partially rolled up you could make out some sort of tattoo on his left forearm but couldn’t make out what it was. You couldn’t help but stare as who he is still remains a mystery, he NEVER removes the mask. Anyone that’s tried to has never made it away in once piece. He’s definitely someone you don’t want to piss off…..
It’s almost as if he felt you watching him from afar, before you could look away your eyes connected for a few seconds. But within those seconds you could see into his deep dark eyes. You couldn’t make out the colour from where you was sitting but you could make out that the look he was giving was cold, if looks could kill you’d be knocked off your stool and on the floor. Trying to play it cool you raise your glass to him, finish your drink, and leave the bar for the night…..
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btw if someone you love wants to talk about how they're interested in any type of transition it's actually very cool and swagful to ask them what parts they're interested in and excited for so they can share the joy of it with you
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Haha lmao what if the reason Felix acts the way he is (you know selfish, is because Mr. Huxley is just like that and that is the reason why Felix is the favorite/golden child because when parents pick favorites they choose the ones who are closer to them in personality/acts
+ Adding on to that that's also why Ted is scared to stand up for himself because since Felix is so familiar to Mr. Huxley, he basically sees his father resemblance in Felix
++ Adding on to THAT, it's also the reason why he sees Felix's wants as his father's wants and that's why if he wants to make his father proud he just needs to make Felix proud
+++ Adding more on to THAT, That's also why Ted wants what Felix wants because what Felix wants is also what his father wants so that's why Ted is so eager to prove himself to Felix so he could feel more loved from his fathe- AAAA MY BRAIN IS BURNING
Moral of the story: DONT PICK FAVORITES, ASSHOLES. YOU ARE RUINING BOTH SIDES. More on that point later I need to study
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So I had a fantastic date tonight.
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update on flirty idiot that I may have a mini crush on bc I can
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