#i don’t enjoy traveling but after being in one place in what feels like forever i look forward to crowded lines & plane ride & plastic meals

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Chapter 11 - Kickflip

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: You and Choso take things to the next level.

Genre: Skater AU

Chapter Warning: Smut,P in V Sexy Time, Cunnilingus, Phone Sex, Profanity, Mutual Masturbation?, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex (don't be like them - WRAP IT UP), Creampie (at least we're on bc), Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

A/N: thanks for your patience on this one! i took my time because i REALLY wanted to do this chapter justice. it's been a LONG journey to get here. this chapter ended up being JUST under 12k words omg. I hope yall enjoy!

When Choso pulls back, you find yourself chasing him, a small whine falling from your lips before you can even try to stop it. It’s pathetic really, how eager you are to be close to him after just this short time apart. He’s traveled for competition longer than this and yet, now that you’ve gotten a small dose of what life would be like without Choso within your reach, you’re positive that you never want to experience it again.

He chuckles softly, thumb caressing your cheek as you stare up at him. Those beautiful brown eyes of his seem to almost glow in the dark, hypnotizing you. You're not sure if you’d ever gotten lost in anyone's eyes the way you do Choso's. You’re so lost in them you barely notice when his lips begin to move, calling your name quietly. You only snap out of your daze when Choso cups your jaw in his hand and leans forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“So…” He looks away for a moment. Like he’s wondering if it’s worth asking. But it must be because he asks anyway, “how did the conversation go?”

Ah, right. With everything that had happened tonight, and the intensity of it all, you had forgotten you let Choso know you would be heading to Suguru’s to talk.

Earlier that evening…

You’d called Choso before texting Suguru that you were heading his way. He was a little taken aback since the first thing that had left your big mouth after Choso said “hello” was “I’m on my way to Suguru’s place”.

“Huh…” was all Choso could muster.

You quickly scrambled to recover. It probably wasn’t the best idea to start off your first conversation in days by telling him you were heading to the apartment of the man he despises.

“Sorry! What I meant to say is I’m heading over to Suguru’s…to end things. For good.”

“Oh.”

The silence hung heavily between the both of you and you wondered if maybe you’d gotten the wrong idea from the voice message Choso had left you. Perhaps when he said he wanted the chance to sit down and talk, he truly meant he simply wanted to talk, and maybe end this messy affair you had dragged him into. And if that were the case, could you really blame him?

“He’s here by the way,” Choso mutters, pulling you out of your anxious thoughts. “At the park…” It’s then that you can hear the distant sound of wheels on pavement, so familiar to you after all this time.

“Oh, that’s awkward.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, though it’s only been some days, you hear that cute little puff of air that you know as the sound of Choso trying to hold in a laugh. It makes you smile. You wonder if he’s smiling with you.

“Will you be okay going alone?” He asks.

Would you? You were nervous, of course. You’d become accustomed to having Suguru in your life regardless of how awful he was. But you had no doubt in your mind that this needed to happen. In order to secure your future, in order to show the man on the other end of this call that you were serious about him, you needed to do this – alone.

You inhale deeply, trying to steel your nerves. “Yeah. I– It’s gonna suck, but I’m ready to let this go…to let him go.”

You hear Choso hum distantly on the other end, followed by a light tapping noise just before you feel your phone vibrate. Oddly enough, it’s a text from Choso.

ChoCho: It’s getting weird. He thinks I don’t see him watching me from across the park. 

ChoCho: I’m gonna hang up. Good luck over there. Come meet me here when you’re done? We can talk.

The line goes dead…

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the present. Choso’s question echoes in your thoughts. “How did the conversation go?”

“Not well,” you finally answer. “But that’s not my problem anymore.”

To this, Choso hums. “No, not anymore. Are you alright, though?”

Choso’s voice is gentle when he speaks, concern evident in his tone. He’s still holding your cheek, eyes scanning your face and your hand comes up to hold his wrist. You nod.

He is so perfect. You wish you had realized it sooner. You would have saved yourself, but more importantly Choso so much pain.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” Your words are failing you now, at the worst moment and you bite down on your lip as you try to gather your thoughts. Choso waits patiently for you, as always, and it makes you bite down just a bit harder. You know you don’t deserve him. You’re the lucky one here; the real winner between this fucked up love triangle you’ve been forcing everyone into over the last few months.

His dark, piercing eyes bore into yours, and the kindness and care you see in them makes you tear up. The tears prickle along your waterline and you almost want to throw your arms around his neck so you can bury your face and hide your tears there.

“I’m so sorry, Choso,” you breathe shakily. He holds your gaze steadily. He’s always steady. Never wavering. The security he provides you only makes you more emotional and you have to swallow down the sob that's threatening to come. “Really…I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking sorry I am.”

“You have no reason to be sorry.”

“Stop, I do!” You argue, voice rising. He always gives you grace, always finds a way to make it seem like you weren’t a piece of shit stringing him along. He’s only ever truly been upset with you once, that you know of - the day of the photoshoot. It was the first time you’d seen Choso lose his composure, really show how upset he was with you and this whole situation.

And while you want to tell him to yell at you, stop excusing your actions, to be angry with you – because honestly, he should be furious with you – you know better than anyone by now that Choso wears his heart on his sleeve. What he feels in the moment, you’ll see, without hesitation. So, you inhale deeply, calming yourself before you continue. The last thing you want to do is turn this into some big spectacle, although there’s no one around to actually witness it this late at night. 

“I’ve been dragging you along all this time, Choso. And you…you’ve been so patient and so kind and understanding when you didn’t have to be. I’m just…so sorry.”

Choso purses his lips as he takes your hand in his and squeezes softly. “I chose to stick around because I wanted to.” He brings your hand up to his mouth, presses his lips gently to your palm with a sweet kiss. “Because you were worth it.” Another kiss to your hand. “I just needed you to realize you were worth it, too.”

Your vision blurs, hot tears falling from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You don’t want to cry in front of Choso. You don’t deserve to cry in front of him, but when you left Suguru’s and rushed to the park, you didn’t have much hope. You fully expected Choso to tell you he was done with you, that this was over.

You’d expected a “thanks for ending it with that loser, but it’s too late”. And you would have had to swallow that and accept it. It would have simply been your karma. So to be sitting here with Choso who sprinkles kisses along your skin…Well, the overwhelming thought of the night ending very differently has your emotions running wild.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you meet Choso’s gaze. His eyes have hardly left yours for a moment, even as he places delicate little pecks to your wrist, up your forearm. He leans forward, lips continuing their path as he kisses your shoulder. You tilt your head to the side so he has the space to trail those sweet kisses up your neck. And then he’s running his lips along your jaw, up your cheek. 

The skatepark is empty, the only evidence of anyone around being the soft sighs from Choso and your quiet gasps when his lips touch the spots he knows make your knees weak. 

And even in this wide open space, the air inside the little bubble that you and Choso reside in already feels thick with desire. With the way Choso licks at the most sensitive areas of your neck, groans quietly against your skin, you have an idea of where this night is soon to be headed. 

You’re ready.

“Cho–”

You don’t have the opportunity to finish, the sound of Choso’s broken name falling uselessly between you as Choso seals his mouth over yours. Every kiss is tender, almost hesitant. It’s careful. 

Just so Choso. 

And that’s all that’s on your mind; the incredible man before you – Choso…

…who cups your cheek so gently as he pulls away and he asks…

“Will you…” A whisper into the kiss, and your brain is still stuck on Choso…

…whose soft lips caress yours again, just for a moment before he speaks once more…

“Come…”

You’ll go anywhere with him. Anywhere with Choso…

…who kisses you again, more passionately this time. 

“Back to my place?”

And you nod without delay, because you have only a single thought rattling around in that head of yours…and it’s Choso.

- - - - - -

The air seems to have only gotten thicker between the two of you. 

Choso had offered to follow you home, waited for you to pack your things and take you back to his place. It was then that the mood truly began to shift. From the moment you’d slid into the passenger seat of Choso’s car, it became a matter of whether or not you and Choso would even make it through the threshold of his home without tearing the other’s clothes off, the unspoken anticipation slowly eating at both your patience. 

After placing your bag in the back of his car, Choso leaned over to grab the seat belt and buckle you in. 

It wasn’t as if that was the first time Choso had done that for you. He always made sure to get the door for you, strap you in, ensure your safety. But this time, as Choso pulled the belt around your body, hand lingering so close to your chest, there was this spark of electricity between you that felt so intense, you could swear you heard it buzzing throughout the vehicle, felt it tingling along your skin. You know Choso felt it, too. You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, and how he was careful not to touch you when he quickly secured the belt around you and clicked you in before putting the car in gear and driving off.

It happened once more when you finally pulled up to Choso’s house. Too in your own head and not paying attention, you’d opened your car door without looking only to run straight into Choso’s hard chest. He caught you easily, both arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady while your palms rested flat against his pecks. 

And there was that buzz again, radiating heavily between the two of you. The spark had always been there between you and Choso. This low, constant hum that kept steady. But tonight…tonight, this electricity felt dangerous, in the most exciting way.

You watch Choso’s gaze drift to your mouth, watch how his tongue pokes in his cheek. He’s kissed you already tonight, but he seems hesitant now. His hands grip onto the fabric of your clothes like he wants to pull you into him but he’s resisting the urge. 

Maybe he thinks you’re not ready to take the next step with him. Or maybe he’s trying to take things slow for his own sake. Knowing Choso, he probably doesn’t want to give you the wrong idea. Doesn’t want you to think he only asked you to stay over because he’s trying to sleep with you. Another thing you really like about him, but you don’t give a shit about that right now. 

Your heart is racing, pounding against your ribcage in anticipation. You’ve only got eyes for this man and you want him to wreck you. And it’s apparent he wants to do the same. You see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils are so dilated his eyes are practically black as he stares down at you.

Your pulse quickens the longer you match his gaze. Then you finally speak, a hushed “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 

“Yeah?” Choso asks. You feel his hands tracing up and down your spine and your skin ignites with goosebumps.

“Yes.”

“And what exactly were you thinking?” His voice comes out rougher, raspier than normal and it only sets the small fire in your core ablaze.

“That I couldn’t wait to be with you…be alone with you.”

“Hmm.” His tongue slides along his bottom lip and your eyes snap down to the motion.

You want to kiss him again, taste his tongue on yours and have him taste you.

“Do you want me?” He questions. His hand slowly slides down to rest on the small of your back and just his touch has you so turned on you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out into the night.

“So badly, Choso,” you confess. Choso watches you squirm beneath his touch, trying to contain yourself. He’s trying to do the same, but he’s slowly losing the battle.

Every time you speak, every time you peer up at him with those pretty eyes and even prettier lips, he’s that much closer to losing himself to you. And he knows he will lose himself in you once he has you completely. Your taste has haunted Choso since spending your first night together. The memory of your mouth on him has taken over his thoughts more times than he can count. He daydreams of you constantly.

He needs you.

Choso releases his hold on you, then reaches into the back seat of his car and grabs your overnight bag. “We should get inside then.” He tells you. He swiftly turns around and you practically run after him, following him towards the entrance. 

When you reach the front door, Choso lays his hand on the doorknob. Instead of turning it, he pauses briefly, then turns to you. And his stare shoots straight to your core. It reminds you of the very first time you’d ever been intimate with each other. Your cheeks warm and your heart thrums excitedly in your chest. You don’t dare look away. 

Time seems to stand still, even as Choso pushes the door to his home open. Even as he takes your hand in his and lifts it to his lips, eyes still locked onto yours.

And your head swims once again with nothing but thoughts of Choso…

…who has never been anything but patient, kind and gentle with you…

…which is why it shocks you just a bit when Choso roughly slams his bedroom door, pinning you between it and his large body. His lips capture yours hungrily, greedily, desperately. Like kissing you is what keeps his heart beating. Your thoughts are foggy, Choso the only thing on your mind. You feel lightheaded from the intoxicating way Choso kisses you right now. You think you’ll float away if he stops.

He breaks the kiss, groaning when you take his bottom lip in your teeth and suck lightly. “Can I ask you something?” He mutters when you release him. There’s a crimson hue that has now appeared on Choso’s cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. It’s so cute. 

You make a mental note that it seems when Choso is feeling shy or nervous, that’s where he blushes the hardest.

“Anything,” you answer easily.

Choso bites down on his lip, looking you over. When his eyes settle on yours again, there’s something different in them, something hungry. His gaze falls back to your mouth and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel Choso gently press his thumb to your lips. You hear his sharp intake of breath, thumb gently caressing along your bottom lip.

Then he kisses you, his thumb still on your lips, like he’s so desperate to taste you that he couldn’t be bothered to move it. It’s quick, one or two pecks and then he’s back to absentmindedly watching his thumb stroke along your mouth again.

Every kiss is becoming more and more dizzying, has your heart beating so fast, and so hard that you think if Choso leans just an inch closer, he’ll be able to hear it. 

And if only you knew that if you leaned just an inch closer, you would hear his own heart clawing at his ribcage as he asks, “Are you mine now?”

Your hands find Choso’s chest and you ball the fabric between your fists, confident when you answer him. “Yes.” 

And it’s true; you’re his. 

But your answer doesn’t satisfy the man before you just yet. You see it in the frown line that forms between his brows, in the way his eyes stare into yours, searching.

“I need you to say it,” he demands. His large hands grip your waist now, and he’s leaning forward to press his forehead to yours, eyes drifting shut as he inhales deeply. “I need to hear you say that you’re mine now…just mine. Nobody else’s…” Choso’s hold tightens, only slightly. “Because you have no idea how much I want you right now. I want…” He pauses, taking another deep breath. “No, I need you to be mine. I won’t share you again.”

Your pulse picks up, the need in Choso’s voice only making your heart slam faster, if that’s even possible. You loop your arms around Choso’s neck, pulling him down just enough for your lips to touch. You want him to hear it when you say it. You want him to feel it when you say it. Feel it against him, feel it in him. And know that you mean it. 

“I’m yours, Choso,” you whisper against his lips, and you can feel him melt into your embrace, a heavy sigh leaving him as he presses himself into you. “Only yours.”

Choso’s mouth finds yours, lips slotting against you, greedily swallowing every moan you let out as his hands trace a path to your waistband. He toys with the fabric between his fingers for a while, his lips now busy kissing and sucking what you’re sure are marks into your neck. This is a side of possessiveness you haven’t seen in Choso before.

It’s so fucking arousing. The way Choso tugs at your waistband, how he nips at the skin on your neck just before he runs his tongue over the mark to soothe the sting. You’re whimpering with every bite. You’re so painfully turned on, you can’t help but to push your hips forward, meeting Choso’s hard length confined within his pants. Then it’s Choso’s turn to whimper, face buried in your neck as he meets your hips, pressing himself into your groin again and again. 

Choso wants to have you so badly, he can’t think straight right now. All he knows is that he wants you, and you want him. That you told him you’re his, and he’s always been yours. His heart swells with this news. This type of happiness is foreign to him, but he wants to get used to it…with you.

He kisses his way down to your collarbone, where he sucks new marks as his hips continue to grind into yours, pressing you harder and harder against the door. Your skin, your sweat, your taste on his tongue is intoxicating, and he only wants to have more.

“There’s so many things I wanna do to you,” he rasps, as he tugs at your waistband again.

“Yeah? Like what?”

To this, Choso hums as he leans back to look at you. “Honestly?”

Your brow arches, a slow grin spreading along your face. “Have you ever been anything but honest?”

“No.” He chuckles. “I always say what I mean. I always mean what I say.” He’s kissing along your neck again, pulling moan after moan from you as he breathes into your skin, “I wanna taste you, love.”

Love.

It’s not like Choso is telling you he loves you. It’s simply a term of endearment. And yet, the pet name has your silly little head spinning.

“Wanna make you cum on my tongue again.” He trails kisses down your throat, your chest, talking to you along the way. “You know the first time you did it?” He scoffs to himself, like he can’t believe that happened. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks. I still think about it.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, watching Choso’s slow descent along your abdomen, where he leaves sweet smooches along the way.

“I’ve been thinking about doing it again…” He’s on his knees now, fingers still hooked into the waistband of your pants. He kisses your left hip and your mouth falls open with a quiet sigh, clearly a sensitive spot for you. “Been hoping to do it again. So please…” Choso leans over, kisses your right hip and you can’t help the broken whimper falling from your lips. He peers up at you, brown eyes blown out with lust as he asks, “Will you let me taste you?”

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen a sexier thing. This man who has quickly become everything to you, on his knees, begging for you to let him have a taste of you…

Suddenly you’re very aware of the extreme wetness pooling between your legs. You feel self-conscious for all of a second before you meet Choso’s lustful stare again. How could you deny him when he so clearly craves you?

You place your hands on top of his, pushing down and letting Choso drag your pants and panties all the way to your ankles before you kick them off to the side. 

“You can have all of me,” you breathe. “I’m yours.” 

Choso feels his heart skip. 

“I’m yours.”

The words echo in Choso’s head, over and over until he can think of nothing else but you. Which is not unusual for him, but it feels like now that you’ve confirmed you’re his and his alone, he has this strange urge to also claim all of you.

Choso sits back on his knees, admiring the view as he cards his fingers through his loose hair. Is that all it takes to make you putty like this? Have you absolutely drenched with arousal? A few kisses to your neck and your chest? Your panties were drenched when he pulled them down. And the apex of your thighs, your pretty lips…they’re all soaked with evidence of your desire for him. 

It makes Choso think that Suguru must not have been that good to you. Which is a pity because you’re so fucking beautiful when you look so disheveled like this. But that’s okay. He’ll treat you right. He’ll worship you like you deserve to be worshiped.

But he needs to pull himself together first because he’s not much better off than you. Clearly, a few kisses to your neck and your chest are enough to make him putty as well because he’s so turned on by just the sight of you. His dick is screaming to be released. He can’t seem to pull his eyes from your core, and he’s not sure if he wants to. He wants to taste you desperately. Even more so when his eyes drift up to yours and find you already looking down at him, chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths of anticipation. 

You want him just as badly as he wants you. And he doesn’t want to keep you waiting for another fucking second.

Choso closes the distance, pressing a soft kiss to your bare pussy and you shiver, the coil forming low in your belly already getting tighter by the second. You blame it on all the teasing looks, and the building tension on the drive over. The coil only grows tighter when Choso fully dips his tongue between your folds and begins lapping at your core. Your head falls back against the door, eyes closed tight as you concentrate on simply trying to keep yourself from crashing to the floor the moment Choso’s tongue immediately finds your clit like it’s muscle memory for him, licking light circles.

“Ah, Choso–” Both your hands hold onto his brown locks.

He opens his mouth, presses his tongue flat against your clit, and places loud, wet kisses to your pussy. You quickly lose yourself to the incredible feeling of his tongue lapping at you. He’s as amazing as he was the last time he was between your legs. Just as skilled, just as attentive, finding any and all spots that make your legs tremble even in the slightest. And he enjoys every reaction you give him. Every cute little sigh, every broken moan of his name…Choso loves when you say his name. 

Because it’s his name on your tongue, no one else’s. Because it meant you were only focused on him. His name falling from your lips was honest, gentle, and seductive. And each time you sighed it, moaned it, or whimpered it, it made Choso work harder to bring you closer to your peak. 

A guttural groan comes from deep in Choso’s chest as he hooks an arm beneath your thigh and puts your leg over his shoulder and you gasp because now he’s somehow even deeper. His tongue teases at your entrance and you feel yourself clench around nothing, the light taps against your hole prompting it to seek for something to enter. Choso hums, the vibrations running straight through to your clit and you whimper softly. 

His tongue is incredible, skilled as it runs flat across your cunt and sends shivers up your spine every time it rubs the bundle of nerves. Your mind is working overtime trying to keep up with your body. Every lick and smack of Choso’s mouth against you has your skin tingling.

Choso is attentive, carefully finding what spots make your breath hitch and staying there until you’re crying out his name. He wants to make a mess of you before the night is over and he’s going to be sure to do it. And by the way your back arches against the door, and your hands pull at his hair, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to take much anyway. 

He pushes further into your pussy, seeking better access while his hands hold your ass. 

“Fuck, fuck,” You gasp when Choso sucks hard on your clit just before he flicks that tongue of his over it.

“Shit,” Choso groans into your core. “Taste so…” he drags his tongue through your folds. “...fucking sweet, baby.” Choso’s cock is throbbing between his legs. Your fucking scent, your fucking taste. He’s so drunk on you. He never wants to stop devouring you. 

You’re panting above him, soft moans rushing past your lips as your legs start to shake around Choso’s head. And while he doesn’t want you to cum yet, he wants to taste your release on his tongue again. Then he wants to feel your body wrapped around him when you cum again while he’s buried deep inside of you.

With his free hand, Choso runs his index finger between your folds, gathering your slick before he stops right above your hole. He teases at your entrance, reveling in the way you tug at his hair impatiently. You so clearly want him to fill you, stretch your walls in any way possible. He’s happy to oblige. He glances up to see you staring down at him again, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as your chest heaves. Your breaths come harshly. You look so beautiful, so ready to be fucked, so ready to be his.

He keeps his gaze on yours as he presses his finger forward, dick pulsing when your walls clench down on his thick finger immediately. God, he wants to feel you around him so badly. Your mouth falls open with a silent moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Choso pushes into you until he’s knuckle deep. He’s grateful he’s been eating you out, the wetness adding to the ease in which he’s able to slip in.

“You’re so fucking tight. So tight, love,” he grits out, being met with a loud moan in response to his new pet name for you. Choso pulls his finger back, slowly pushing it back in and your grip on his hair tightens, making him increase the pace in which he fucks you with his finger. His mouth latches back onto you.

“M-more, baby,” you beg. “I need more.”

“Mmm,” Choso hums into you as he slips a second finger into your dripping cunt.

It’s like music to his ears. The way you cry out his name, the deliciously lewd squelch when you grind yourself against his hand, the slurping sounds from his mouth as he devours you.

You don’t want him to stop, don’t want this to be over, but you’re rapidly approaching your climax. And as much as you’re loving this feeling, you know you don’t have much longer until you reach your peak. Because the way Choso’s tongue runs over your heat, how his fingers somehow find the exact spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, how your heart races when you look down and see Choso staring back up at you, eyes full of all his desire for you, it’s enough to send you over the edge.

And it does, your legs shaking violently as your orgasm crashes over you without warning. You feel Choso’s free hand grip your thigh to keep you steady. It’s so intense, you don’t even realize you’ve bent forward, clutching desperately onto Choso’s shoulders. It’s so intense, you can’t even hear the garbled cry of Choso’s name leaving your lips over and over. All you can see is white behind your eyelids as you ride Choso’s fingers and tongue through absolute ecstasy.

When you straighten back up, Choso pulls back from your core, lazily pumping his fingers into you. You’re still squeezing down on him, so tight even as you’re catching your breath. And he wants to give you a moment to breathe, but there’s this primal part of him whose patience is wearing thin.

So he stands, pulling his fingers from inside of you, crashing his lips into yours and swallowing your whimpers. You can taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue as he tangles the muscle with yours. The kiss is sloppy, a mix of both your saliva and release. 

And it’s intoxicating.

It sets you right back at square one, a messy puddle with arousal dripping between your thighs.

All for Choso.

He places his hands beneath your thighs. Gently, he lifts you, carrying you to his bed where he lays you down on your back. Choso slowly crawls along your body, a hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek. His eyes stare softly into yours, silently asking for your consent. Because he’s ready to take that next step if you are. To solidify what Choso intends to be a full on committed relationship.

And you nod, because you believe him. Because you trust him. With your body, but mostly importantly, with your heart.

“I’m going to take good care of you,” Choso promises, still gazing into your eyes before kissing you tenderly. “I’m never going to give you a reason to doubt me. Never going to break your heart.”

“I know,” you tell him. “I won’t ever break yours again.”

It’s a promise you intend to keep.

You cup your hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and bring him down for another kiss. Choso groans softly into your mouth and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his. Your tongues dance together as Choso slips his hand down the hem of your shirt and under, his fingers ghosting back up to your breasts. 

A quiet gasp interrupts the kiss as Choso’s long fingers find your nipple, taking the soft bud and rolling it between his thumb and his index finger. He pulls back slightly, watching intently as your expression beneath him changes from tender and adoring to lustful, raw with desire as you arch your back to push your breast further into his touch. 

Choso has seen this look on your face less than a handful of times. And each time, the look shoots straight to his dick. He releases you for the briefest of seconds before he’s reaching down to hurriedly lift your shirt over your head. He tosses your top to the floor, doing the same with his own shirt right after.

His eyes rake over you and your breasts, drinking in the way your nipples seem to further harden the longer he stares.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, now that he can see you in all your nude glory. Just perfection.

Choso dips down to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts before taking your right nipple in his mouth. With his free hand, he takes hold of your other breast, caressing gently as his tongue rolls over your nipple. He tries not to smirk too hard when your hands find their way into his hair again, which Choso is beginning to find to be his favorite part of making you come undone. He loves the feeling of you trying your damnedest to bring him impossibly closer to you.

Your head lolls back, Choso’s tongue flicking over your hardened bud only serving to intensify the pleasure already building up in your core again. At this point, there’s a nagging worry in the back of your head that you’re absolutely soaking Choso’s sheets with your arousal. But you can’t bring yourself to care when Choso releases your nipple from his mouth with an obnoxiously wet pop. 

He adjusts himself between your thighs, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, along your jaw and back to your lips. You feel him roll his hips forward, his own arousal evident between you. A gasp rushes past your lips when you feel his hard erection pressing insistently against your center, hot, heavy and pulsing. It leaves you breathless.

“You like that?” Choso questions, grinding his hips into yours once again and only receiving your moan in response. “Like feeling how hard you make me?” He dips down to place a kiss beneath your jaw. “Do you?”

Another grind of his hips. And you’re sure you could cum just like this.

“God, yes,” you whine quietly. “I love feeling how hard I make you, baby.”

Choso groans, rolling his hips forward another time, please with your answer. You can feel the smirk on his lips when your grip in his hair tightens as you moan. 

“Wanna feel you, Choso,” you whimper. “Please.”

And it’s all Choso needs to hear before he’s lifting his hips, pushing his pants down and kicking them off to the floor in what feels like one swift motion. You spread your legs wider for him, giving him room to fully settle back in. The feeling of his bare cock resting between your slick folds has you both shivering with pleasure.

“This okay?” He asks through gritted teeth. Because of course he does. He never wants you to be uncomfortable.

“It’s so good.”

Choso’s lips find yours and he kisses you hungrily. It feels like hours of you both making out, tongues tangling as you adjust to finally being a step closer to fully having each other.

But when your hands, already buried in Choso’s locks, tug just right, he can’t help the pathetic whine that falls from his lips. Nor can he help the way his hips stutter. And neither of you can help the loud moans that come when Choso’s length slides along your soaking pussy.

“Ah…” You hear Choso exhale shakily above you, jaw taut. You can feel his thighs trembling slightly between your legs, like he’s trying to resist moving.

But you want him to move. So you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his as you move your hips, grinding his length between you. The ridges of his cock drag deliciously over your clit. You press your hips into Choso’s again and again. You don’t want to stop. And neither does Choso apparently, because he begins to meet every roll of your hips with his own until it’s just the both of you exchanging moans between you as you grind against each other.

“Fuck, babe. So damn wet,” Choso grunts.

“Just for you, Choso. You make me feel so good,” You kiss him sweetly, swallowing his whimper when you praise him.

He keeps fucking himself against you, pulling away from the kiss to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

The heat from your pussy engulfs his cock. And it’s dizzying. He wants to be inside of you, but he can’t seem to pull himself away from just the sensation of your sopping cunt slipping and sliding against him. It feels too amazing. So good, Choso’s afraid he’s not going to last much longer here.

He’s desperate for you, has been desperate for you for some time. And the buildup that he’s had to endure in the span of having his face buried between your thighs, swallowing every drop of your cum and now losing himself to your pussy before even getting to be inside of it has him ready to explode.

It’s almost embarrassing to ask, but he wants to do this with you. If you agree, of course. So before he loses himself, even as the heat rushes to his cheeks and the coil in his groin tightens and threatens to snap, he whimpers out a quiet, “are you on birth control?”

You almost miss it, because your brain is frazzled, overstimulated because you’ve only just recovered from your last release and your next is coming up quickly. But you still hear it.

“Y-yes,” you answer, moaning when you feel Choso’s cock throb between your legs. And he’s thrusting against you just a little faster now, breaths quickening.

“I need to cum in you,” Choso grits between thrusts. “Need to fill you up with me. Need to make you mine.”

Your eyes widen, not because you're offended or surprised at how blunt he's being. Choso has never been anything but honest. You’re more surprised at the immediate flood of arousal that's just seeped between you both, only making more of a mess because of the way he's speaking to you. Your moans only spur Choso on, your core tightening because this new possessiveness Choso has been revealing tonight turns you on to no end. 

“Yes. God, please.” You hear his breath hitch against your skin when you moan your response.. “I want your cum, please. Fill me up, Choso.”

“Yeah, baby?” Choso hisses against your skin. “Want me to?”

“Please, please. Gimme your cum, Choso, please. I want it.” 

Choso digs his hips into yours roughly, the pressure to your already sensitive nub suddenly pushing you over the edge sooner than you thought. Your cry echoes throughout Choso’s room as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing shakily as your orgasm rips through you once more.

And Choso is still fucking himself against you, loving the way your pussy is practically screaming for something to fill it. And when the sudden feeling of his own release shoots up his spine in a rush, Choso is happy to do so. You need no time to adjust, Choso dipping a hand between you and guiding his tip to your entrance. He pushes his entire length in, bottoming out easily and groaning hoarsely when your sweet, slick walls wrap around him, convulsing hard. You feel better than he imagined. So hot, so tight, so wet. 

Choso rears his hips back, then rolls them forward again, sinking into you, slowly, and your body's reaction is immediate. Goosebumps ignite along your skin. Your heart races and your breath hitches as you savor the incredible feeling of every ridge and vein stroking along your walls, every pulse of his length as you take more of him, stuffing you so full you can hardly breathe. You writhe beneath Choso, moaning when Choso pulls his hips back once more before he’s wasting no time slamming into you frantically as he chases his high.

“Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum, baby,” he grunts, balls slapping messily against your ass. “Need to fill this pussy. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Shit.”

You’ve never seen this side of Choso before. It’s a new feeling to him, too. Choso is certain he’s never felt this way about anyone else before. But he can’t help it. He feels some primal need to suddenly claim you now. Because he has to. Because he can.

He wants to be sure that everyone knows you’re his.

“Tell me you’re mine again,” Choso begs. Because even he’s still having a hard time believing it. He’s got his head between your breasts now, pounding into you desperately. “P– please. Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”

Your back arches, hands leaving Choso’s hair to grip at his sheets when the tip of his cock taps your sweet spot. It almost makes you cum all over again.

“Oh my god,” you gasp as your eyes roll back. “F–fuck!” You can barely form a thought with the way Choso splits you open. “I’m…ah– I’m yours, baby. Only yours.”

It’s exactly what he needs to hear. Every rough drive of Choso’s hips has you crying out for him, has you clenching down on him so hard that it’s impossible for Choso to not be overcome with the sensation of his climax violently washing over him. His mouth falls open, loud groans mixing with your cries as he bottoms out once more, pushing himself as deep as he can go before he’s spilling into you, pumping you so full of his seed that he’s sure it’s dripping onto his sheets. But he can’t be bothered to care. Not when your pussy hugs his cock so tight, milks him for all he’s worth.

Choso kisses between your breasts, up your chest, your neck, all the way up until he reaches your lips. His dick twitches with every spurt of his cum. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop. Even as you both catch your breath, and he’s quietly moaning sweet words to you, he can still feel himself pulsing with the shockwaves of his release.

He kisses a trail down to what he’s now discovered may be his new favorite spot – the crook of your neck – and moans lowly against you, still fucking into you slowly, draining himself of everything he has to offer. “God, your pussy is so perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” Choso breathes.

You laugh weakly, unable to do anything but attempt to catch your breath. Your chest rapidly rises and falls as you come down from your second release. Choso presses one last kiss to your neck as he pulls his finally softening length from you with a hiss. He climbs off of you, laying on your side and pulling you into his arms where he buries his nose in your hair.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, almost like he’s embarrassed about the way he acted a few moments ago.

You wrap an arm around him, hand finding his back and rubbing light circles. “I’m great.” You gaze up at the man, and he gazes back down at you, a small smirk curling on one side of his lips. You stay like that for a long while, your feelings for each other, and all the words left unspoken finally being seen in each other’s eyes.

It’s Choso who breaks the silence. 

“We should shower,” he suggests. He knows there’s a mess to be taken care of before either of you can relax comfortably. “I’ll start it and get this cleaned up.”

You nod, glad you thought to grab a bag before coming over. It’s easy to agree to a shower when you’ve got everything you need right here. You reluctantly pull yourself from Choso’s embrace. You sit up, about to get up to go find where you’d tossed your things when you’d fumbled in together, but you feel Choso’s large hand grab your wrist.

“Hey…” he calls to you.

You turn back to him, brows arched in surprise. “Yes?”

But Choso doesn’t say anything. He just…stares at you. And there’s a tenderness in his eyes that you’re certain you’ve seen before. It’s the same look he had when he met you at the park earlier that night, like he wants to say something, but can’t bring himself to just yet.

Instead, he sits up, presses one last soft peck to your lips. And then he’s out of bed, in the bathroom before you can blink and running a shower for you.

- - - - - -

After your showers, you and Choso lay in each other’s arms in his now clean bed. Choso hasn’t let you go since you’d crawled under the covers. It’s cute, the way he clings onto you like you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip for even a second. But you’re not going anywhere anymore. You’re content here, where you were always meant to be it seems.

“When do you go back to work?” Choso questions suddenly. You can hear the sleepiness in his voice. You know he must be tired. It’s the late hours of the night now, and the next day is slowly creeping in.

“I’ll be off next week and then I’ll go back.”

“So you can spend the week with me, then.” It’s not really a suggestion. Choso says it as if he’s noting that you’ll be with him for the week.

You giggle, and Choso snuggles even closer to you if that were possible. “Oh yeah? What are we going to be doing?”

Choso hums in thought. “I have a competition a few cities away. You could come with me.” You try not to be too surprised by this offer. Because you’ve never received it before. And it’s nice to finally get it. Choso’s hand holds the back of your neck, thumb slowly stroking back and forth along your skin. “I’ll only be there for a couple of days. You can come with me, watch me skate without the looming pressure of getting a good shot. We’ll hang out and come back.” He presses a small kiss to your forehead. “Like a long date sort of thing.”

You think about Yaga’s advice to take the next week off and get your shit together. Breaking things off with Suguru for good was the first step, and you and Choso just spent the entire night taking your relationship to the next level. Now he’s asking you if you want to spend more time taking things further. It’s a no brainer for you.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

- - - - - -

After your night with Choso, you’d spent the week with him as planned. You turned your phone off, resisting the temptation to check on work or see what your friends may be up to. You wanted to be fully focused on Choso and your new relationship. And you were glad you did. It gave you two a chance to truly spend uninterrupted time with only each other.

Choso had won his competition, of course, and despite the little promise you made to leave your camera at home, you couldn’t resist turning your phone back on for a few minutes while he skated. You couldn’t help it. You loved your job, you loved being behind the camera. And there was something just so majestic about the way Choso skated. It would be such a shame to not capture those moments. And surprisingly, you’d managed to get some incredible shots of him on your phone, which you promptly set as your screensaver.

Admittedly, you loved the way Choso’s ears practically glowed bright red when you showed him your screen.

But the week came and went in a rush and now you’re back at work. You thought your return would be awkward, your team having not seen you since the incident at the cover shoot. And yet, everyone was warm and welcoming upon your return. Funnily enough, quite a few of your team members had stopped you in the halls to quietly thank you. For what, you’re not sure, but you guessed it may have something to do with giving them front row seats to watch Naoya Zenin get pummeled. 

You made a mental note to pass their thanks along to Choso, who shyly admitted to you one day that he loved the feeling of knocking him on his ass.

It was about three weeks after your return to work that the higher ups switched up your routine. You went from taking on assignments for the skating department of the magazine to researching up and coming athletes for a new department that was being built. This meant you were busier now than ever. It also meant you were traveling more. It started as small trips. You were never gone for more than a day and you’d be back at Choso’s as soon as you were in town again. But the constant travel still meant seeing less of your boyfriend. Thankfully, he was understanding of this. Work came first, but you still felt guilty. 

Just when things were starting to become stable between the two of you, work soon became the new third wheel. But you both made it work. When you traveled, it was Choso dropping you off at the airport. And it was Choso picking you up from the airport. You talked so often that you never truly felt like you were away from him.

Until now. 

The higher ups set their sights on a new, rising talent and apparently, it had to be you out there getting the winning shot. So they’d sent you out of town. Well, out of the country. Apparently, it's the peak of the season right now and with so many other talents popping up around the world, your higher ups are eager to be the first to capture this particular talent in action. 

So here you are, outside of the country, posted up in some fancy hotel room by the beach. It’s pitch black outside, but you can still just barely make out the ripples of the waves on the dark, moonlit water. It’s the reason you’re here, and the reason there’s a rush to get this new department up and running back home. Your higher ups want to start honing in on the surf world the talented athletes, and they are hoping you can be the one to capture the perfect photo for their next cover to introduce the surf segment.

There's a surf competition tomorrow that will be happening midday, but if surfers are anything like skaters, you want to be there in the early hours of the morning. Thanks to the hotel staff, who are local to the area and some even involved in the surf scene here, you had a lead on your target. And if your sources were correct, the person you were hoping to capture in action before the crowd arrived would be there. After much research, you'd discovered the best time to get in the water was right around sunrise, so you planned on trying to beat the crowd.

But for now, you find yourself on your phone on a video call with Choso. Freshly out of the shower, you throw yourself down face first onto your hotel bed. The sheets feel like a warm hug, reminding you of Choso. So soft, so comfortable, and you feel the jetlag begin to seep into your bones. You may even fall asleep like this. Who cares if you're still in your robe?

"Oh my god, this feels like a cloud," you groan into the blankets. Choso's deep chuckle reverberates through the phone and fills the space in your lonely room, fills the space in your once lonely heart and you can't help the goofy grin on your face now. 

You miss him.

"Should I be jealous?" Choso jokes, watching as you prop your phone up next to your bed before getting comfortable and snuggling beneath the blankets. "You never cuddle with me like that." He pokes his bottom lip out in a cute pout and your heart leaps. Choso has really started showing his sense of humor. It’s adorable.

You roll your eyes playfully, grinning. "That's hilarious seeing as how you always want to be the little spoon in this relationship. I'm almost never not cuddling you."

To this, Choso shrugs, still laughing when he mutters, "Well, maybe when you get back you can hold me the same way you apparently hold hotel duvets."

"And how is that?"

"Like you lov–" He cuts himself off, lips pursing like he just caught himself about to say something he shouldn’t. But you're not stupid. You know exactly where that was headed. And you’d be lying if you said that word didn’t try to claw its way up your throat on occasion.

But you're not sure if now is the right time. Things are still so new with Choso, so fresh. Because while you've been with each other for awhile now, there's always been one other person lingering. Now that they're gone, it's a fresh start on the story that is just you and Choso. This time around you're not going to fuck it up. 

You can't rush to say those words. They need to come when the time is right.

"I miss you so much," Choso breathes quietly on the other side of the phone. He's looking away from the camera and you notice now that he's also propped his phone up next to his bed. He's in a black tank top and pajama pants, sitting up against his headboard. You can just make out that the sun is beginning to peek through his curtains. Suddenly you're reminded of your time difference. While the stars paint the deep blue of the night sky for you, they fade away for Choso as the sun rises.

"I miss you, too, babe." 

So bad it hurts.

“When do you come back?”

You sit up in the bed, propping yourself up against the headboard to match Choso’s posture. “In a few days. I’m kind of following this guy through the next few towns to try and get the perfect picture. The sun was already setting when I got to the hotel, so I didn’t have time to check out the beach and find where the best shot would be. I’m hoping he’ll be out there during the sunrise tomorrow.”

Choso nods quietly, eyeing you through the camera. “Watching the sunrise with another man? Romantic.”

You roll your eyes at his little joke. “Jealous?”

He nods immediately. “Of course I am. You’ll be at the beach, watching the sunrise with someone who isn't me, your boyfriend.” He emphasizes the word. You know it’s not coming from a place of true jealousy. He simply loves bringing up the fact that there’s no other man as important as him in your life anymore. Another little sign of possessiveness Choso shows now that you actually really like and find to be very sexy.

If you were with him, you would have crawled into his lap and shown him there was absolutely nothing to be jealous of. Instead, you pout. Because you hate that he’s so close, and still out of your reach. You want to be able to touch him, kiss him, please him.

And then a little lightbulb is going off in your head, an idea forming. You shift around, smirking when your robe loosens and the shoulder droops down, exposing your collarbone and Choso’s favorite little hiding spot. The one place he loves to bury his face in aside from between your thighs. 

You watch as his gaze drifts down to your skin and he inhales sharply. One thing about Choso is that on the night you’d made things official and he told you he would never get enough of you, he meant it. Just like he meant everything he’d ever told you. Choso was insatiable, always hungry for you. There was hardly a day when you were in each other’s presence that you didn’t somehow end up tangled in the sheets, hidden away in the bathroom or whatever dark room you could find where you could completely devour each other. All of this time spent apart between both of your travels must have been eating away at him. It was definitely taking its toll on you.

“I really miss you,” Choso repeats. His eyes are still stuck on your bare shoulder, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “Wish I was there with you.”

You hum, gripping the fabric of your robe and sliding it back up to cover your shoulder, grinning when you hear Choso huff. It’s fun to get a rise out of him sometimes. You slide the robe down again, just a little further, a little wider so that more of your chest is exposed. “I wish you were here with me, too, babe.”

You see Choso shift, a hand coming down to palm at his crotch and you can just barely make out the outline of his erection beginning to form beneath the thin fabric of his pajamas. You watch, almost in a trance as he adjusts the bulge in his pants. So unashamed, not even trying to hide the fact that simply seeing your shoulder has him hard. And seeing the effect you have on him makes your own body react, makes your breath hitch your core throb.

“I wanna see you,” Choso states. His eyes settle on the swell of your breasts. You hadn’t even noticed that your robe had begun to slip further.

Your fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your robe together and you let it fall from your shoulders, leaving your nude form fully exposed for Choso. Your boyfriend licks his lips, fist now gripping his fully erect cock through his pants, stroking slowly over the fabric as his eyes rake over you.

You suddenly feel shy, awkward. It’s just you here even though Choso is on the other end of the line. It doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re alone in this room, sitting naked on the phone. You feel a little silly doing this. You reach for your robe again, but freeze when you hear Choso’s voice come from the device, a rough “Don’t” stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes follow his movements when he reaches to pull his shirt over his head. Then he lifts his hips, hands tugging his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, already glistening with precum. Now you’re licking your lips, wishing so badly that you were there to take his pretty, tan cock down your throat just the way he likes.

“Baby…” Choso moans as he wraps his hand around his dick.

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, breathily. You can feel your center wet with your arousal as your eyes lock onto Choso’s motions.

“Touch your tits for me.”

You do as you’re told immediately, sliding your hands up to your chest, teasing yourself while Choso watches you. Cupping your breasts, you whimper as you run your fingers over your hardening nipples. You roll the sensitive buds between your fingers, pinching them gently, moaning in response to the grunt you hear from Choso on the other end.

“Feel good, baby?” He asks. Through drooping eyelids, you can see him lean forward slightly in bed just before he spits on the tip of his cock and uses his hand to spread the slick fluid. His head falls back against his headboard as he groans. Then his eyes are back on you through the screen, hot and filled with desire. “Does it?” He asks again.

“Ahh…yes,” you sigh, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches against your headboard as you imagine it’s Choso who is touching you, caressing you, squeezing you like this. You want him to be here, pleasuring you like this. The thought alone has more arousal dripping from your cunt and you bite down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.

“Fuck– so damn beautiful.” Choso’s hips buck up into his fist, mouth slightly agape while he watches you tease yourself. “Open your legs, baby. Let me see you play with that pretty pussy.”

“I wish I could touch you,” You whine as you spread your legs for him. “I wish you could touch me.” Choso’s stare follows your hand as it slides between your thighs. He bites his lip, gaze stuck on the way your fingers spread your glistening folds and find your clit, gently rubbing the little nub and he tightens his grip as he pumps his hand up and down his length. Your eyes flutter closed as you pleasure yourself.

“Doing s-so good, baby,” Choso praises you through gritted teeth, stroking himself slowly. “So pretty. So…ah…so perfect like this.” He brings his free hand down to his balls, gripping the two orbs in his palm and gently squeezing. “Watch me.”

And you do, knowing that there’s just something so fucking arousing about what you’re doing right now that you don’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. You watch as Choso spits messily on his cock again. You watch as he strokes himself faster. You watch as his face scrunches with pleasure and how that tattooed line across his face crinkles every time he squeezes his eyes shut to focus on staving off his release when he gets too close.

“So hot,” you tell him. “I want your cock so bad, baby.”

“It’s yours,” Choso groans, hands tugging at his balls. “Fuuuck, it’s yours any fucking time you want it.”

Your pussy is soaked, begging for Choso to fill it. You moan as you play with yourself, your other hand coming down to rub light circles around your entrance. And you can feel how tight of a fit it will be even with your own fingers because you so desperately clench with need for Choso.

On the other end of the line, you see the thin line of precum dripping from Choso’s tip and onto his hard abdomen. Every thick vein running along his cock has your mouth watering. God, he’s gorgeous, losing himself to you by just watching you lose yourself to him. The image is so sexy, you want to burn it into your mind so you never forget it.

“Use your fingers,” Choso pants, moans and whimpers falling freely from his lips now. You love it when he becomes a whiny mess like this.

Hurriedly, you bring two fingers to your lips and slip them into your mouth. You suck your fingers, getting them nice and wet. Then you bring them back down to your entrance, the earlier wetness helping when you push your fingers in. You clench around the digits immediately and your eyes close for just a moment.

“Watch me.” 

You remember Choso’s earlier request and you open your eyes to find Choso staring back at you. Jaw clenched, nostrils flared. His chest rises and falls with every harsh breath as he fucks himself into his fist. And now you’re a writhing mess, knuckles deep in your own cunt, trying to hide the way your thighs are twitching and how your head is spinning with each movement through your walls. 

“Can’t wait to see you,” you tell Choso who can only reply with a low groan.

You’re so close to your end. You feel your thighs trembling with every pump of your fingers, with every tight circle rubbed along your clit. Your fingers just feel too good. Especially when Choso is encouraging you on the other end of the phone, and getting off to you at the same time..

Choso doesn’t seem to be much better off. He’s got his head back against his headboard, hips moving frantically while he drinks in the way you moan for him.

“God, I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours so good when you come back home to me.”

It’s a promise from him. Because Choso never says anything to you that he doesn’t mean.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask, curling your fingers in your walls to find the spot that takes you over the edge. A quiet gasp rushing past your lips when you reach it, legs quivering at the incredible sensation.

“Fuck yeah.” Choso’s breathing turns ragged, hips slamming into his fist. “Gonna fuck your –” He pumps himself faster, squeezes his balls harder, brows knitting together as his hips come up. “shit…gonna…ah– fucking…shit–” He doesn’t get to finish his thought, hands gripping his balls as they tighten, and he paints his abdomen with thick ropes of cum. The moan that leaves Choso is low, guttural, arousing.

And as you watch Choso’s cum leave his tip and land on his bare skin with a loud slap, you’re sent to your own peak, walls clamping down on your fingers and convulsing as your orgasm takes over. Your eyes roll back, spine arching away from the headboard and it takes everything to not close your legs and stop. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the intensity of your release making you cry out for your boyfriend.

He’s watching you as you cum, slowly stroking his softening cock while he tries to catch his breath. And he’s never looked more beautiful. Cheeks dusted a rosy pink, chest flushed with a sheen of sweat, loose hair sticking to his forehead.

He’s perfect.

He’s yours.

- - - - - -

In the morning, the chilly ocean breeze greets you. The earliest rays of sunlight are just beginning to peek above the horizon. The waters are fairly calm right now. Not at all what you were expecting. And it makes you a little uneasy. It almost feels like something is waiting just around the corner for you. You’re not sure if you should be worried.

But you don’t have time to give to this feeling.. Not when your eyes land on your target, right where you’d been told he would be. He fits the description you were given to a tee – tall, deep tan skin with what appeared to be purple hair braided back into cornrows. He doesn’t have the look of a typical surfer. 

No wetsuit, but instead baggy shorts and a baggy t-shirt, which you weren’t sure would hold up well in the water. Perhaps he only wore it when practicing. But what would you know? Your speciality is skateboarding.

He hasn’t seen you yet. His eyes are glued to the small waves of the water while his board lies discarded next to him. You’re thankful he hasn’t seen you. You’d hate to get an earful this early in the morning if he sees you skulking around. From what you’ve heard, the man is a bit elusive and not a huge fan of getting his picture taken. Which only made him all the more appealing for your company. They were desperate to get this guy featured on the cover.

You take a few steps towards the stranger before you feel your phone buzzing incessantly in your pocket. You couldn’t be more grateful that the gentle roar of the water covers the sound. Quickly, you fish your phone out and check your messages. The most important one lies at the top.

Yaga: Check your email for the next assignment ASAP. Big event for your department, so I’m trusting you with this one.

Yaga: Don’t make me regret it.

Your thumb swipes through your apps until you find your email. You open the body of the email to find the details Yaga was telling you to review. The competition header is the first thing you lay eyes on:

TOKYO SKATE LEAGUE COMPETITION OF THE SEASON

Okay, so it’s for a skate competition taking place in a couple of weeks. You don’t pay it much mind. It’s the list of competitors that catch your eye.

Choso Kamo

Momo Nishimiya

Naoya Zenin

Suguru Geto

Noritoshi Kamo

Junpei Yoshino

There are other competitors on the list, but you’re not familiar with them.

Competition summary: Individual skaters will go head to head in a tournament style competition with scores being graded by judges. The last one standing will receive a five year contract with the sports magazine of their choosing.

You wonder if Choso has seen this list. You’re sure he has. He’s a part of it, so he would have had to sign up to enter. But, your stomach twists. It feels like the photoshoot all over again. No wonder Yaga gave you that warning in his text. No wonder something felt off today. No wonder the sea was so calm this morning. The storm had yet to come.

You inhale deeply, making a mental note to call Choso later about this.

Then you see movement from the corner of your eye, your target moving to pick up his board and leave towards the other end of the beach. So much for your plan of quietly sneaking up and talking with him. You rush forward, shoving your phone back into your pocket as you call after him.

“Excuse me! Mr. Hakari!”

And in your hurry to catch the man, you miss the new text message coming in.

Unknown Number: Looks like I’ll be seeing you and your boyfriend soon. Looking forward to wiping the floor with pigtails

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cowboy like me | felicia hardy

synopsis: inspired by taylor swift’s 'cowboy like me', for the black cat, felicia hardy.

felicia hardy x reader

word count: 3.1k words

a/n: trying to branch out into new characters in the mcu, and black cat has always been one of my favourites. hope you guys enjoy x

and the tennis court was covered up, with some tent-like thing and you asked me to dance, but i said, "dancing is a dangerous game"

in the years you have orbited your life around taking from the rich, you knew that felicia hardy was never one to be trusted. she was a con artist, a professional thief, been in the game longer than you were. you could never take her words seriously. 

now, the both of you sitting in the wedding of a millionaire you had robbed dry several times before, 

overlooking the stunning views of the manhattan skyline and the contents of the fellow wedding guests’ wallets in your pockets, you were repeating the very same sentence you always told yourself whenever felicia tried distracting you. don’t let her even try. 

“come on, let’s dance,” she whined for the umpteenth time. she had taken her prized jewels, you took your fancy watches. the one-off agreement of the pact you had made to work together just a month ago had been occurring more frequently lately, and it was sending you a bit on edge, to be honest. 

“for what, felicia?” 

she pouted, rolling over to absentmindedly trace her hands along your suit. you pulled her away. “it’s sunset, it’s the asshole’s wedding, it’s romantic.”

“yeah, but we are not lovers,” you quipped, sitting straighter to get a better look at the sunset she mentioned. new york really had the best sunsets. “and dancing is a dangerous game for us to play.”

“scared of catching feelings for me?”

you flicked your nimble fingers on her forehead, as felicia yelped. “never, black cat.”

oh, i thought, this is gonna be one of those things now, i know, i'm never gonna love again

you never should have taken her hand. you never should have accepted the dance with her. you should have known it was not going to end well. 

yet, with felicia’s body flushed against yours, her lips dangerously travelling up and down your neck, hands roaming the lithe muscles on your body, you found it difficult to resist such advances from the woman. 

when her lips met yours that night, you knew the watches you had kept in the slit of your own dress was taken, along with your heart, too. 

that was years ago. now, you knew you were never going to love anyone like you loved her, ever again. 

i’ve got some tricks up my sleeve, takes one to know one you're a cowboy like me

“feliciaaaa!” you screamed after her, chasing her through midtown as her laughter rang in your ears and the jewels and watches she had taken dancing in her priceless designer bag. 

she had conned you once again. this time, she had tried out a new method; seduction.

yet, you found yourself still smiling as you caught up to her later, tying her down while you took off with her jewels this time. it was her turn to cuss you out for being able to spot when she was tired, and where her weaknesses were. 

never wanted love, just a fancy car

the jewels rested beautifully on the curve of your collarbones as you slung your arm around the new billionaire you had conned to take you home for the night. he was grinning stupidly, you were grinning in victory, as he took you in to his ferrari, carefully revving the engine and driving so fast you thought your heart was going to stop. 

you never needed anyone else. just the company of older, rich men, their riches, and yourself was enough. you could live forever like this. 

now I'm waiting by the phone, like i'm sitting in an airport bar you had some tricks up your sleeve, takes one to know one

“just dinner at her place. dinner. nothing more,” you nervously repeated to yourself, pacing around felicia’s apartment block. flowers in hand, waiting for her call, you hated how she suddenly made you feel anxious about your actions, and how you were going to act around her. 

“come up, will you?” you heard a voice from the balcony, and shot your head up in horror. ��i’ve been watching you pace back and forth for the past ten minutes.” 

felicia stood by the door as you came, in a short dress that definitely was not usually worn for a simple dinner at her place. the black accentuated her features, one of the rare few times you had caught her without her hair tied in a ponytail, clear goggles around her eyes. 

“you look…pretty,” you breathed. she laughed, almost mockingly at you. 

“thanks,” she nodded towards the flowers, “those for me?” 

“of course.” 

you handed them over, and as felicia took one whiff of them, she spotted something just within. hidden in plain sight of the stalks of roses. 

the jewels you had stolen from her that one heist. returned to its “rightful” owner. 

felicia’s heart tugged with warmth, as she looked back up at you, before pulling you in for a kiss on your cheek. 

“thieves’ honour.” 

“takes one to know one.” 

you're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

the black cat’s finger outstretched, she was pointing at the man trying to strike up conversation with the owner of the art gallery. you recognised him as a private investor you had swindled once before. 

“won’t work on him again,” you replied to her suggestion, turning your gaze to a woman standing by herself instead, overlooking the balcony. her hair was blonde like felicia’s, and she looked no older than you were by a few years. felicia also noticed that she was undeniably good-looking. 

“no,” she said sharply, fingers directing your chin back to face her, “you’re not doing her.”

a hint of a smirk made it’s way up to your lips. “jealous, hardy?”

“and if i say i am?”

“then i’ll know you’re lying,” you held her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckle, before making your way over to the woman, “i don’t mean enough for you to get jealous.”

felicia bit her lip at your comment. that wasn’t true. silently, under her breath she whispered, “you are all that, and more.”

like it could be love, it could be the way forward only if they pay for it

“and to what i owe the pleasure of your company tonight?” the very same woman said into the dark, her chest still heaving with heavy breaths and the marks of your teeth left on them. the room smelled of sex and deceit, as you began picking up your clothes, her jewellery and the details to the vault of her private art collection already slipped inside.

you smirked, sneaking back a look at the naked woman staring at you with lust-hooded eyes. she really did look a little like felicia. didn’t feel like her, though. you rarely ever slept with the people you swindle now, not since you had started seeing felicia casually. you wondered if felicia had begun making a deeper impact in your life than you thought she would. 

“...and what would be the price for more…company?” the woman had gotten up then, huskily whispering in your ear, her arms encircling your waist to try to bring you back to bed. 

but you had already gotten more than you needed. you were no longer interested in her anymore. 

“i’ll text you my bank details if you want more of this…anytime…anywhere.”

you called felicia later on that night, and you swore you enjoyed yourself more in the few hours the both of you spent plotting on the art vault’s robbery, than the whole night in the company of another woman. 

you're a bandit like me eyes full of stars, hustling for the good life never thought i'd meet you here

felicia had fallen asleep in your dining room, one knee lifted up on your dining chair to support the weight of her head and arms as it lolled forward, her soft snores filling the silence of the room. blueprints of the vault were carefully laid across your large dining table, the both of you had spent the better part of the week plotting and scrawling across plans on stealing the works inside. 

you were laid back in your own chair, taking a swig of the expensive wine she had bought to thank you for giving her the opportunity to join you in the heist, and swimming beyond the maroon that was sliding down your throat, you thought of her.

felicia hardy, the black cat. the daughter of the former black cat, who she told you taught her to never settle for second-best. who worked harder than anyone you knew to get what she wanted. who was slowly taking up a space in your heart that no one else ever had. 

all that she had been through, the hardships she had endured that mirrored your own, she knew you like no other. she understood, and she never judged. she was just as hungry as you were for success. you just never thought that you could get along, much less fall for her, in your stupid, stupid quest to hustle for a better life for yourself. 

she was trouble. but in that moment, she was nothing more than felicia hardy, not the black cat, not the thief she had proclaimed herself to be. felicia hardy was in your t-shirt that she had borrowed because she had volunteered to stay over, and hair tied up in a messy bun that framed the features of her face perfectly. she didn’t have her goggles on with her, didn’t have the skin-tight bodysuit to help her in heists and her criminal activities, and yet, she managed to look even more beautiful, if possible. 

you sighed, knowing this was not going to end well. yet, when you looked back at her, a hint of a smile appeared on her face. a good dream, perhaps. 

felicia looked cold. you stood up to fetch a blanket from your room, and draped it over her when you got back, tucking the ends under her chin so it wouldn’t slip off. 

when your back was turned, her smile grew even wider in appreciation. 

it could be love, we could be the way forward and i know i'll pay for it

“why didn’t you let me go?! why the fuck did you hold me back?!” felicia had practically screamed, shaking you as the rain beat down on the both of you, minutes right after you had tore her away from her chase of the guard running with the keys to the vault. 

in return, you were even angrier that she was so stupid, so naive. “because he was running straight to the police! you wouldn’t have been able to escape all of them, all at once! and the cops there were under fisk’s payroll, you know this. you would’ve died, felicia!”

“and why do you care so much if i did?!”

her question left you stunned. at a loss for words and your mouth agape, felicia felt your arms release their grip on her own body, as you stepped back. 

the rain beat down harder, if possible. somewhere, lightning had struck a nearby building that caused her to jump. but you were unphased.

you knew why, and so did she. only, the both of you were too afraid to admit the truth, because felicia knew she would have done the same if she were in your position. 

and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

with the authorities now breathing down your necks due to the failed heist, felicia saw, and felt you slipping away like never before. 

you had disappeared from existence so many times before, it was what made your operation so successful each time, but this time, you being gone left a gaping hole in her heart that she knew none could fix. 

she was almost desperate enough to pick up the phone and beg you to come by her side. perhaps what spurred this desperation even further, was the next time that she saw you, it was at a socialite party and you were letting yet another desperate, creepy, old billionaire feeling you up and down and trying to bring you to bed with him. felicia almost had half a mind to tear his hand off, finger by finger. 

you made eye contact with her, but this time, as felicia approached, you shook your head slowly, telling her not to come any closer. that was before you walked off, leaving her feeling more isolated than she felt possible, in a room full of people. 

what felicia didn’t know, was that you had to walk off before you gave in to the compulsion of coming back to her arms and crying about how much you had missed her. 

and the old men that i've swindled really did believe i was the one

pockets full of rolexes, the trunk of your car filled with art pieces, the drawers in your wardrobe overfilling with stolen jewellery. even the zeroes being constantly added to your bank account was no longer giving you the dopamine high that the black cat could give you. 

your phone rang again. it was another one of your billionaire boys calling to ask when your next date would be; as if they still haven’t noticed you had picked them dry of any valuables they had during the date. 

presently, you looked back at the figure of the man laying in the hotel bed, the remnants of his touch still leaving an unpleasant sear on your skin. the lovesick look on his face as he snored was enough for you to gather your clothes and check out of the room as quickly as possible. 

for someone who was so powerful, the people you swindled were all so naive, you thought. little did you know, you were exactly just like them, when it came to felicia. 

and the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town

don’t let her even try. don’t let her even try. don’t let her even try. you listened half-heartedly to the gossip of the wives of the group’s board members about the infamous black cat that had swindled their husbands of belongings before, not caring if you appeared disinterested. you already had what you came for. 

“i heard she’s a dangerous one, that girl.” sure is.

“probably has to be quite gorgeous, right? to get to so many men.” she’s more beautiful than anyone you could ever imagine. 

“still, doesn’t make sense why she would suddenly stop. i heard no one’s been robbed in almost two months.” oh. that one was new.

perhaps felicia had the same idea of leaving town and finding new ground to avoid you, as you had to avoid her. 

but that was all before I locked it down

“you’re really leaving?” you perched beside felicia one night, as she was scoping a new apartment to break into. 

she ignored how good it felt to hear your voice again, reaching out a hand to prevent you from perhaps getting the jump to the apartment before her. it was really to stop you from leaving again. 

“who told you that?”

“the ladies at tennis.”

“mm,” felicia smacked her lips, “so you keep up.”

you sighed, relaxing your stance and sitting down beside her instead. you removed your mask to look at her directly. she tried hard to avoid eye contact, in fear of what she would do if she was mesmerised by the sincerity in your eyes again. “i’ll go. you can stay here. new york is your home.”

“not anymore,” she said bitterly, but realising her tone and the vulnerability she was exposing, she playfully elbowed you, “not without you around.”

“felicia.”

she let down her guard, and frowned. at the solemn look on your face, felicia let her eyes drift away from the apartment for a bit, biting her lip nervously as she made the election to sit next to you. knees touching, hand still on your wrist. 

“we never would’ve worked, would we?”

“not with our lifestyles, we won’t.”

“but i’m not giving this up. not now, not ever.”

“me too.”

“so what do we do now?”

you both looked at each other, and it was the moment you knew. 

now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon

the feather-lightness of her kisses. her spare goggles and suit that had been next to yours in the short few weeks that she had spent in your home. the blanket you had draped around her shoulder the night she fell asleep on the dining chair. 

they now seemed impossible to admit that they were real. and so was your failed, almost-relationship with the black cat. nothing was real, the pact, the feelings, the love and concern you had for her. it amounted to nothing, because it stemmed from nothing. you and felicia had agreed upon that when you took her hand to dance in that wedding. 

you had known nothing about felicia, and she had known nothing about you either. she was your black cat, your partner in crime for a few break-ins and heists and robberies and everything in between. that was all. 

yet, the tears rolling down your cheeks that slowly dripped onto the oak floor of your apartment, the floor that you had danced with felicia on so many times before, were all too real to dismiss everything that the two of you had. 

nothing mattered, but everything did, all at once. 

with your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con

you never returned the spare suit and goggles she had left behind. she never asked for them back either. you were sure she still had your own spare suit and mask at her place. 

perhaps it was the reminder of both of your presence in each other’s lives. a reality to keep you grounded, now that you were gone in another part of the planet, and felicia had nothing to live for, in new york. 

i've had some tricks up my sleeve takes one to know one, you're a cowboy like me

one day in spring, exactly five years after the wedding, you received a package in the mail. 

it had cat fur belonging to a suit you still kept somewhere in the depths of your closet. she had found you. you tore open the package. 

and inside, were the very same flowers you had gifted felicia at your first dinner at her place, dried and pressed and beautifully preserved. you had no idea she treasured them so much to do such a thing.

and hidden even deeper into the package, were the jewels you had given back to her. returned to its rightful owner with a note this time.

takes one to know one. but i’m past that life now. if you are ready to try again, i am always going to be in new york waiting for your return. 

#felicia hardy x reader #black cat x reader #felicia hardy #black cat #marvel

[turcott3]

margaret

tj hughes x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, fluff!!

when you know you know

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-

as you finished packing your bags, you hung up the facetime and turned to your fellow team girlfriend, alexis.

“i’m so excited for this trip, i still feel so new to the group, it’s only been 4 months so it’ll definitely be nerve wracking.” you admit to her

“we all love you so much, you have nothing to worry about. we all hoped tj could land a girl like you.”

“you’re too nice stop it.” you say, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“no i’m being serious. he’s a good, sweet, and responsible guy. we’re so glad he has you, and then we also get to have you. it’s a win win.” she smiles as you hug her.

“are you sure it’s okay that tj and i have our own car? it’s a long drive, id feel bad if only we traveled alone.”

“yes babe, it’s totally fine.” she laughs exiting your room.

“goodnight lex.” you call out.

“good night y/n.” she yells back.

-

early the next morning, the lot of cars arrive outside to pick the girls up.

“i’ll see you when we get there.” alexis smiles climbing into the vehicle with rutger and kayleigh.

“you ready to go?” tj asks, appearing next to you leaving the car running.

“yep.” you say smiling.

“me too.” he replies kissing you on the cheek and grabbing your luggage.

“you don’t have to carry that.”

“well i’m not letting you so, it doesn’t matter.” he replies back and you roll your eyes jokingly.

“catch yall in pcb.” frank says rolling the window down before they take off down the street. tj opens the car door for you to get in and puts on the playlist you two made together.

“damn, long drive.” you scoff looking at the screen.

“yeah well at least it’s just me and you.” he says placing a light hand on your thigh.

-

“teej?”

“yeah baby?”

“can we stop? i need a snack.”

“yeah of course, look at the exit signs and let me know.” he says without hesitation.

“this next one has a nice gas station.”

“perfect.” he says, pulling off the long interstate. you enter the gas station grabbing a few snacks and drinks for the ride. you place them all on the counter and they get rung in.

“your total is 11.84. cash or card?” the woman asks.

“card.” tj interrupts stepping up beside you.

“tj i-“

“don’t care, i’m paying.” he smirks before quickly pecking you on the side of the head causing you to giggle. the pair returns to the car, snacks in hand, for the remainder of their 15 hour ride.

“is it okay if i take a nap? i woke up at 4 and it’s really ruining my vibe right now.” you ask.

“yeah of course, however long you need.”

“okay i just wanted to make sure, didn’t wanna leave you lonely.”

“i’m never lonely with you.” he smiles turning to look at you which you gladly return. you shut your eyes with your head leaned up against the window, praying this long drive could be over soon so you could enjoy time with everyone. you were quick to slip from reality soon after you shut your eyes. after what seemed like a few short minutes you woke up and saw the clock had gone from 12 pm to 3 pm.

“woah i slept for a long time.” you say quietly breaking the silence.

“good morning sunshine, how’d you sleep?” he giggles.

“oh i slept wonderfully.” you reply stretching out.

“we only have about 7 more hours to go.”

“ONLY?” you say in disbelief, this ride was endless.

“yeah i know, it’s taking forever. they’re like a solid hour ahead of us.” tj says.

“wow we’re gonna be fashionably late.”

“that’s because we’re awesome.” he turns to you smirking.

“totally.”

-

those 7 hours passed dreadfully and you’d finally arrived. you see the condo building approaching.

“finally.” you sigh as tj passes it without hesitation.

“isn’t that where we’re staying?”

“no baby, that’s where they’re staying.” he smirks.

“what do you mean they’re staying?”

“my aunt owns a house a little further down the coast. she’s letting us stay there.” he says placing a hand back onto your leg.

“you’re joking?”

“not joking.”

“who else is there?”

“it’s just for us y/n.”

“like we have a whole house just for me and you?” you ask and he nods.

“does everyone already-“

“yes, they know. i told them.” he quickly replies.

“they weren’t mad?”

“no of course not. we’ll still see them.” he giggles, squeezing your leg slightly. you pull into the driveway of a gorgeous beach house. as soon as the car is off, you open the door and inhale the salty scent of the ocean.

“it’s beautiful.” you say.

“i’m glad you like it.” he says grabbing your luggage and carrying it up the front steps. he unlocks the door, opening it for you to enter. you observe all of the cute and modern coastal decorations that littered the entryway.

“where’s my room?” you ask.

“you mean our room?” he says and you turn your head.

“this is our first big trip together, of course we’re sharing a room. i don’t wanna spend a split second away from you.” he says hugging you from behind.

“oh i’m so excited. i’m gonna go unpack.” you say grabbing onto his arms.

“sounds good, i’m gonna go grab my stuff.” he says pulling away and exiting the house back out to the car.

-

after you finished unpacking everything, it was late. you’d spent the whole day in the car and just finished unpacking at a ripe 10:30 pm. you step into the bathroom, pushing your hair back with your big tacky bow headband to wash your face. once your skincare was complete, you walk back into the room to tj already tucked in, waiting for you to join him.

“i love that pink headband you use to wash your face. it’s so goofy.” he says as you tuck yourself under the covers.

“it keeps my hair out of my face and i look great in it.”

“touché to that.” he giggles reaching over to pull his lamp string.

“goodnight my love.” he says kissing you sweetly on the lips.

“goodnight tj.” you smile, rolling over and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. when you wake up the next morning, the bed is cold and empty.

“what the-“ you say looking over at the alarm clock that read 8:30. you get out of bed and slide on your slippers, waltzing into the bathroom to put your contacts in. you make your way out of the bathroom and follow the strong sent of something being cooked, which lead you to the kitchen. you’re met with tj leaned over the stove in his boxers and your bright pink bow headband.

“good morning.” he smiles at you.

“good morning my beautiful bow head.” you giggle walking into the kitchen to kiss him on the cheek.

“hey it really does keep my hair out of my face.”

“and you look great in it.” you say, just like he had last night.

“honestly, can you order me one? cards in my wallet on the counter.”

“yes teej, i’ll order you a pink bow headband.” you laugh.

“i’m being fully serious i hope you know.” he says turning to you smirking.

“you are very hard to take serious in that bow babe.” you state, pulling up amazon on your phone.

“i’m a very serious person, haven’t you noticed.” he scoffs, returning his focus to the pancake that was ready to flip. you order him his prized bow headband and pull yourself up onto the counter to watch him hard at work. once he’s finished his cooking, the two of you eat and get ready for a day alone at the beach.

“white or purple?” you say holding up your bikinis.

“whichever one shows more of your butt.” he says, his words muffled by his toothbrush. you took note of the grey swim shorts he was wearing and how they complimented his skin tone. he was practically irresistible.

“lord.” you laugh, setting the white one back in your suitcase.

“what? is it a crime to stare at my girlfriends butt?” he asks, spitting the remaining toothpaste out.

“no tj, it’s not.” you laugh, changing into your swimsuit.

“look at you, do a spin.” he smiles getting a good look at you. you do as your told and approach him, his arms wrapping around you and sliding down your back onto your ass as your arms linked around his neck.

“you’re so beautiful.” he smiles.

“all you babe.” you reply kissing him and pulling away.

“got everything ready?” he asks, picking up the two chairs.

“yup, i’m ready to go.” you say, leading the pair out the door. after a few hours spent on the beach together, you come back to the beach house to get ready to go to dinner with everyone.

“first day at the beach, check.” you say setting everything down on the deck, out of breath from the hellish walk back.

“new favorite thing, going to the beach with you.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your warm sunkissed cheek.

“baby, i’m getting in the shower.” you call out from the bathroom before starting the water. once it’s a temperature you liked, you step in, washing away all the remaining sand. completely relaxing in the shower. once you were fully rinsed, you step out and wrap your body in a fluffy white towel before hearing tj’s voice. you could tell he was on the phone so you tip toe over to the door, pressing your ear up to it, trying to see who he could be talking to.

“it’s been great mom, the weather is so nice.” he says, you not being able to hear the other end of the conversation.

“she’s been incredible. couldn’t ask for a better woman.” he says before pausing for a good while.

“i really do think i love her mom. i don’t think i’ve ever felt this way about-“ he begins and you back away from the door, not wanting to spoil anything for yourself.

“he loves me?” you whisper to yourself, your heart growing giddy at the fact that you felt the exact same way. you just never knew when to say it. you finished drying off, blowing out your hair and exiting the bathroom.

“bathrooms free if you wanna shower.” you smile at the strawberry blonde boy.

“perfect, i’ll be out in like two seconds okay?” he states.

“okay.” you blush as he kisses you on the head in passing.

-

the two of you got ready for dinner, listening to your playlist.

“which button up?” he asks holding up two of the shirts you’d bought him.

“i like the white one, we’ll be matchy matchy.” you laugh, applying a layer of aquaphor. he reappears in the doorway in his shirt and gives you a little twirl.

“you look great babe.” you giggle stepping towards him and attaching your lips to his.

“i’ll never look better than my lady. look at you, pure perfection.” he says, grabbing your hand and twirling you around.

“okay baby, let’s go, don’t wanna be late.” he says grabbing the keys and opening the front door for you.

“so where is it we’re going?” you ask buckling your seatbelt.

“well we have to make a pit stop first since the sun is setting. told them to give us 30 more minutes.” he winks at you.

“tj we are not fu-“

“that is not what i was implying, chill out.” he laughs, placing a hand in your lap and you interlock your fingers with his. he drives to a beach just down the road and pulls into a parking lot. you meet at the front of the car, him reaching his hand out to yours and you gladly accept. you both remove your shoes before walking down the short path to a beach that was completely empty.

“this is so peaceful.” you say as you get further out onto the beach.

“my mom and i used to come here every first sunset of our trips.” he smiles, stopping in his tracks.

“it’s beautiful tj.” you say looking around. he grabs onto your other hand to focus your attention onto him.

“just like you.” he smirks.

“stop you’re gonna make me blush or whatever.” you giggle together.

“listen y/n. we’re been together for 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days. those have been the best 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days of my life all because of you baby. you make my everyday so much brighter. i couldn’t stand living another day without telling you how much i love you. i love you so much i don’t even have to proper words to express it. you’re so beautiful, gracious, funny, sweet, kind. the list could go on forever. you’re fucking incredible. i love you so much.” he says, not losing your eye contact a single time, even as the tears welted up, eventually spilling over.

“i love you tj, i love you so much.” you say hugging onto the boy.

“why are you crying honey?” he giggles holding onto you tightly.

“i’ve never felt this way before. which sounds so tacky but everything just feels right with you. no icks, no complaints, nothing. you’re perfect i love you.” you say grabbing onto his face and bringing his lips to yours.

“you think we can still make it to dinner in time?” he giggles pulling away and wiping your tears delicately with his thumbs, bringing his lips to yours again for a short moment.

“i think we can, come on.” you say grabbing his hand and running back to the car. you make it back completely out of breath and quickly rinse your feet to get in the car, speeding off down the road to get to dinner. once the two of you finally arrive, you enter the restaurant to everyone sitting and waiting for the two of you.

“sorry for the hold up guys.” tj laughs pulling your chair out for you before he takes a seat beside you, placing an arm around your waist.

“and no before any of you fuckers ask, we were not having sex in the parking lot.” you say pointing at duker and rutger.

“hey i wasn’t gonna say anything.” dylan says defensively.

“he’s right, but i definitely was.” rutger says and kayleigh smacks him on the arm.

“what was the hold up then hm?” mark asks as frank nudges tj’s arm.

“you guys are acting like i proposed or something.” he laughs.

“well?” mark repeats.

“i told her i loved her.” he admits and the whole table smiles and rutger hands dylan a 20.

“yall bet on us?” you laugh.

“sure did.” duker smirks as rutger flips him off.

“did you say it back though?” alexis asks from beside frank.

“yes i sure did.” you smirk, leaning on tj’s shoulder as his hand brushed gently up and down your side.

“new official lovers have entered the group, we’re getting crazy now guys.” ethan says causing the whole table to laugh. this trip turned out to be the best thing that could’ve happened this semester, you were there with your best friends and what turned out to be the only guy you’ve ever truly loved.

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(sorry for the tacky ending, didn’t know how to round it off😍)

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Chapter Six: New Adventures

Surprise Surprise! 🥹🥹🥹 I have missed you all so much and I am so happy to be back writing! This chapter has tested me in ways I could have never imagined, but I am so glad I finally finished and I'm sharing it with you guys 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I hope you enjoy it and I promise there won't be so much time in between postings ✨✨✨ As always, my inbox is open for you guys and please come talk to me about what you thought of the chapter! All the love, Mar 🤍

May 14, 2022 – June 13, 2022: Month Six

May 17, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 7:20 P.M.

The house hadn’t been this loud for a while, probably since Coachella. While Y/N was busy getting Pippa ready for bed, I was in the kitchen with Lambert and Jeff finishing dinner while Pauli, Niji and Elin helped us by setting the table. Mitch went to the airport to pick up Sarah and Glenne, while Ny Oh let us know she would be here later.

After placing the pizzas in the oven there were strong knocks coming from the door which had me laughing, as soon as I opened Glenne kissed my cheek quickly while removing her shoes and pouring some antibacterial gel, “Is she still awake?”, I smiled and nodded, Glenne reached in for Sarah, and they started making their way to the nursery.

I greeted Mitch while leading him to the kitchen, then made my way to the nursery. Once inside, I smiled and went to hug Y/N and kissed her temple, she squeezed my side and turned to kiss my chest, Sarah and Glenne were busy cuddling Pippa who was all smiles.

Y/N cleared her throat and started making her way to grab Pippa, “Okay little miss, say goodbye to your aunts, okay?”, Sarah and Glenne pouted and kissed Pip, then handed Pippa back, exited and closed the nursery door; Y/N settled into the rocking chair while I floated around the room making sure the monitor and fairy lights were on, then sat down next to her and kissed her knee.

She smiled and ran a hand down my face before turning to look at Pip before whispering, “How is she six months old already? It still feels surreal, like six months ago we were learning to give her a bath”, I smiled, and nodded, “Time has gone by so fast, and doing this with you has been the best experience ever”, she smiled and blew me a kiss, “I love you Harry”, I squeezed her hand, “I love you too Y/N”.

Once we settled Pippa in her bassinet, we closed the door and went back into the living room to have dinner with our friends. Once everyone had their dinner plates served and found a place to seat, I reached for my glass and cleared my throat, “Well hello everyone! Thank you for being here; I am glad to have you all here, especially because we still had to celebrate and welcome Jaffra to the band!”

Cheers were heard all over while Jaffra gave us a smile and a silent thank you; once the cheers were done everyone was looking at me again, I smiled and sighed, “So… we’re just three days away from the release of the new album- “, I smiled as cheers and hollers were heard around the living room.

I cleared my throat, “And once the album is out, chaos will surely ensue; between the One Night Only shows and the beginning of tour, this will be a few busy weeks, but I am forever grateful to have you all here with me”, Mitch then said “Here, here!”, I smiled before placing my glass at the table.

“We are about to embark the biggest year of tour so far; with the residencies, Latin America, Australia, Asia and back to Europe it will be a hell of a year, but I trust that we have a great team and things will go on smoothly”, everyone nodded while I took a deep breath, “However, I really feel the need to ask a selfish favor from you”.

Everyone, except for Jeff and Y/N nodded, “I need you guys to promise that you will have the best time, that you will enjoy everything, the good, the bad and the worst, to give your everything into every show, every rehearsal and every travel, because… because I honestly don’t know if this will be the last time we will do this”.

Y/N squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek, “This has been, a very wild ride, and to be honest with you... life has changed so much this last year, and I really don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, but what I do know, is that right this second, this is where we are supposed to be”, there were nods all over the place, “So once more, let’s cheer to welcome this last adventure with Love On Tour!”.

May 19, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:55 P.M.

“Drive safely guys! See you tomorrow!”, Glenne and Jeff gave me another wave as the elevator closed, I also closed and locked the main door and leaned mt forehead taking a deep breath, I then walked to the kitchen, made sure that all lights were off, and trash was put away then made my way to the master bedroom.

I expected for Y/N and Pip to be sleeping but was surprised when I opened the door and saw Y/N sitting up and looking out the window and the anxiety I felt when Glenne asked me to go with her to the nursery returned. I sat next to her in bed and reached to run my hand down her face, she turned to see me and gave me a small smile.

“Hi baby, everyone gone?”, I nodded and kissed her cheek before whispering, “Yes, everyone asked me to say goodbye and that they can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, she nodded and sighed while reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I placed another kiss to her cheek before whispering, “You okay?”, she nodded and turned to see me, “Yeah, just tired, all the excitement and the long nights drained me”, I nodded while she continued to talk, “Let’s go to bed yeah? You need your rest too”.

I sighed defeatedly and nodded my head, then made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once outside I leaned into the bassinet to see Pippa, I smiled then leaned to kiss her cheek softly before pulling back and getting into bed, Y/N joining me a few seconds later.

We both made sure our alarms were one before cuddling into our pillows, I pulled her by the waist and nuzzled her neck, she made sure she was comfortable before letting out a breath and kissing her cheek before whispering, “I love you, and I’m here for you baby, whatever you may need”.

May 21, 2022

New York City, New York. 7:30 A.M.

The smell of fresh coffee pulled me from the slumber I fell into after feeding Pip at around three. I got out of bed and made sure she was still sleeping then left the room, leaving the door was ajar. I then started walking to the kitchen where I could hear Harry humming and cooking.

When I entered, I started making my way to stand behind him and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then wrapped my hands around him, he reached down to kiss my hands before whispering, “Good morning baby”, I smiled and placed another kiss, “Hi you, I missed you in bed”.

He laughed a little and turned off the stove, served breakfast and grabbed the plates while I grabbed the coffees before making our way to the table; we started eating in silence, placing little kisses in each other’s hands before he cleared his throat, “How are you?”, his eyes were hopeful on me talking to him.

I sighed and wished I could ignore the elephant in the room but knew it would not be worth it, “I’m not okay, I’m very sad and disappointed”, I sniffled, he reached to clean my tears, “Baby, maybe you should talk with Ellie, or even your dad”, I shrugged my shoulders, “What good would it do? She still belittled me and my baby”, I sniffled, “I get it, I am her disappointment but that little girl sleeping in her bassinet is not guilty.”

He nodded and kissed my temple then rested his forehead against it, I continued to speak up, “I just don’t understand, how can she see her and still pretend she doesn’t exist; isn’t she curious? Like doesn’t she want to know who she is, who she looks like, if she has any personality quirks from me?”

Harry ran his hand down my back then whispered, “I wish I could go back in time and give her a piece of my mind, be sure to protect you both from her; above all I wish I could take away your pain and sadness because you don’t deserve it, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t.”

I smiled in appreciation and reached for a napkin, “I will be okay, I promise you, but I need to feel sad and process this, okay?”, he nodded and squeezed my arm, “However you Mister should start to finish your suitcases, okay? Us girls are already packed, and we leave in about seven hours”, he laughed, then stood up and started clearing the table, “Fine, I will pick this up and will finish packing, okay?”

I nodded then left the kitchen and went into the room and smiled when I noticed that Pippa was slowly rousing form her sleep, “Oh hi baby! good morning my girl how are you?”, she cooed once I pulled her into my arms and started leaving slobbery kisses on my face, “Are you hungry? Yeah? Let’s go eat, then we will have some tummy time and then we’ll get ready, and you’ll nap before our flight because we are leaving for London!”

Pippa smiled and we switched sides, “Oh look at that smile! You’re so happy to go to London huh? I am too, I miss our family so much”, our family, as warmth spread through my chest I turned down and smiled at her, “Yeah baby, our family, the one who chose me and love you because you are their blood, the ones we deserve and will love us forever.”

May 22, 2022

Harry. London, England. 12:45 P.M.

We had been back in London for less than 48 hours and it felt so good just to be home. Even if there was so much chaos and things to get ready, being back with family made the whole travel worth it. My mum had made sure that our fridge and pantry were stocked as soon as we arrived then left some dinner ready for us.

I was finishing setting the table while Y/N got Pippa ready while we waited for our guests to arrive; after setting down some wine glasses the doorbell rang and I smiled when I opened it and saw our first arrival, “Dad! Welcome, come in!”, my dad smiled and hugged me, then proceeded to remove his coat and hang it on one of the available hooks.

“Harry! How are you son? I hope I am not too early?”, I shook my head and we started making our way to the living room, “Not at all, just finished setting the table and waiting for my ladies to be ready, little one woke from her nap a little ago”, he smiled and before he could speak, a voice carried over from the stairs and into the living room.

“I hear that someone is asking for the girl of the hour?”, Y/N appeared with Pippa in her arms and gave my dad a smile while walking to where he was standing, “Des! Welcome! It is so good to see you!”, my dad met her halfway and pulled her into a half hug, “Hello darling, it’s so good to have you guys back here.”

I smiled when I realized that Pippa was giving my dad a very curious look, but still held on to her mum’s arm, she laughed a little and bounced her while my dad offered her a smile and coo, Y/N spoke up, “Who is that baby? Is that your grandad? Do you wanna say hello?”, my dad reached for her and started kissing her cheek, while Pippa patted his cheek.

The doorbell rang again and as Y/N went to open I went to stand next to my dad and Pip, she offered me a smile and I chuckled a little, my dad ran a hand down her head, “Oh she’s definitely a daddy’s girl huh?”, I nodded and reached to kiss her cheek, then turned to look at him, “I mean yes, but as soon as she sees her mum, dad is out of the picture”.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Y/N come into the living room followed by Gemma, Michal and my mum; we all said our hellos and sat down in the living room for a little, Y/N left to check how lunch was coming along and when she came back she sat next to me, I kissed her temple and continued talking with Michal.

Gemma cleared her throat and reached out her arms to grab Pippa, who was still happily being held by my dad, my mum going to sit next to him and cooing at her hoping to coax a few smiles and giggles, “Okay can the grandparents share her with her fave aunt?”, my mum shook her head and my dad placed a kiss on Pippa’s forehead before handing her to Gemma, who was smiling so big and kissing all over her face while the baby cooed at her.

“I can’t believe she can laugh now”, my mum nodded along with my dad who was smiling at the baby as he spoke, then added, “Before we know it she will be crawling and walking and talking”, I shook my head and pouted, “Nope, not happening, we have been discussing the fact that she needs to stay this little forever”, Y/N shook her head but before she could add anything else left for the kitchen to get the pasta out of the oven.

“H! It’s ready!”, I nodded to the direction of her voice then turned to our guests, “Okay everyone lunch is ready, so let’s go to the dining room”, we all started walking towards the lovely smells and took our seats at the table, Y/N went to grab Pippa and promised Gem she would give her back as soon as she ate, the took her seat next to me and settled Pip in her lounger.

After a delicious lunch and an even better conversation, we all moved back to the living room to have some dessert and tea; Gemma laid with Pippa, Y/N, and my mum on her little playmat for her tummy time while the rest of us scattered in the couches around. My mum then turned to look at me and asked, “Is everything ready for your show?”

I nodded while I sipped on my tea then left it on the coaster, “Pretty much, we will do a visit to the venue tomorrow and Tuesday will be packed before the show; I’ve arranged for a van to pick you all up so that you can all come together, is that okay?”, everyone nodded then continued to enjoy their dessert.

It was around seven that we said our goodbyes and once I made sure my mum was distracted, I nodded at Gemma, who came to stand next to me and whispered, “So, still up for babysitting tomorrow?”, she nodded then turned to make sure mum was not coming, “Yup, will be here tomorrow at around 5 okay?”, I nodded and then we said our goodbyes; once I made sure they were all on their cars I licked the door and went upstairs to join bedtime routine.

May 24, 2022

London, England. 10:30 P.M.

I closed the nursery door and made sure that the monitor was on before making my way downstairs where friends and family were digging into the catering we had ordered for after Harry’s concert, which by the way, had been such an eclectic event.

Once I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with a plate served by Anne, I smiled in appreciation and she squeezed my arm before taking a sip of her drink, “Baby went down, okay?”, I nodded and finished chewing before answering her, “She did, I was worried she would wake up once I transferred her, but she must’ve been so tired.”

She chuckled in agreement and gave me a soft smile, a few seconds later I felt someone pull me into a chest and kiss the back of my head, I smiled and settled myself against his side and kissed his peck, “Hello superstar! Enjoying your party?”, he nodded and opened his mouth, I fed him a bite of my sandwich and while he chewed Anne and I continued to discuss our plans for the weekend.

After swallowing his bite, he gave me a soft squeeze and then turned to look at Gemma and asked her to come over, Anne gave us a curious smile and I reached to squeeze her arm, she then asked us, “Is everything okay?”, we nodded and Harry spoke up, “We just want to talk to you all, is that okay?”, they both nodded and we made our way to the foyer, where we knew we could talk privately.

Des and Michal also joined us, and Harry cleared his throat before speaking up, “So… we have been keeping a secret from you guys”, my mum gasped before excitedly whispering, “Are you pregnant?”, we both chuckled and shook our heads, “No, we’re not pregnant, but we hope to have more babies later on.”

Anne nodded and asked us, “Well, are you guys okay?”, Harry nodded and smiled, “Yeah mum… uhm we have been speaking about our future as a family, and where we want to settle”, Gem was smiling while my mom gave us a hopeful smile, Harry continued, “So… we have been viewing a few properties in different locations, and…”

Anne gave us an excited but careful nod and harry turned to look at me, I smiled and kissed his hand, which was laying on my shoulder then turned to look at our family, “We just put an offer for a house”, before they could speak up, I added, “Here, well actually, a few blocks down”, everyone’s eyes opened so big, Anne was stuck in her place while Gemma pulled us into a hug followed by everyone else.

Anne stood frozen in her place with some tears falling from her eyes, Harry walked carefully next to her and as soon as she could she pulled him into her arms, and a few seconds later she pulled me into her arms too, then whispered, “I cannot believe this! I honestly had made pace with the idea of only seeing you three every few months, but the fact that I will be able to see you when we feel like it? It’s just priceless.”

We pulled back and turned to look at everyone, Des spoke up, “So what’s next?”, Harry smiled, “Well, we have to wait and see if the offer will be accepted, Olive our real estate agent said it could take anywhere from weeks to months, so it’s a waiting game”, Gemma smiled, “Well, I cannot wait for us to be able to go house shopping”, I laughed, “I’ll definitely let you know Gems”.

May 28, 2022

Harry. London, England. 10:30 A.M.

“See you in a few mate!”, Jeff nodded and continued to walk with the personnel from BBC while I made my way to the entrance to collect Y/N and Pippa, as soon as I saw her she gave me a big smile and I pulled her into a kiss and hug, then we started to make our way back to my dressing room.

Once inside I lifted the blanket covering the stroller and smiled at the sleeping baby; not wanting to disturb her sleep I let the blanket fall again and walked to sit with Y/N on the couch, once I settled her on my lap, I started kissing her cheek repeatedly while she let out some squeals and little laughs.

A ping from her phone had me pulling back and reaching for my phone to see if I had any new notifications. She took out a deep breath and squeezed my arm before chuckling, I turned to look at her and gave her a questioning look, she settled on my lap and whispered “Harry…”, u hummed and kissed her nose with my eyes closed.

She whispered again, “They accepted the offer”, I opened my eyes and smiled at her, my eyes asking her to confirm what she just said, and she nodded before speaking up, “We got our house H”, I stood up and pulled her into a hug while we spun, making sure to keep quiet for the baby. I stopped and whispered against her lips, “We got our house baby”, she nodded and placed a chaste kiss then whispered, “We got our house”.

June 11, 2022

Glasgow, Scotland. 7:30 A.M.

A whimper coming from the monitor pulled me out of bed, I grabbed my sweatshirt then made my way to the adjoining room where we had created a nursery for Pippa, turned on the lamp and cooed at the crying baby, “Oh no baby what are those tears for huh? We’re here for a dress-up party for your daddy!”

I settled on the bed and removed my sweatshirt and shirt so I could feed Pippa, who latched immediately, “Oh you were hungry huh? I’m sorry baby I am such a meanie huh?”, she turned to look at me and my eyes watered, I still could not understand how I could love her so much.

Once she finished, I changed her diaper and we left her room and ordered some room service, the turned to pull out the little cake, candles, and balloons I bought yesterday while sightseeing with Glenne. As soon as I finished setting up room service arrived, and I went into our room to wake him up.

With Pippa in my arms, I walked to my side of the bed and settled with her on the bed, once she saw her dad she squealed and I laughed, then placed her next to Harry’s face, “Come on baby say, ‘Dada wake up!’”, she started aggressively patting his cheek; he let out a deep breath and chuckled, “Morning baby girl! hello you!”, he turned around and pulled her into his lap, she smiled and he pulled her in for a kiss then turned to look at me, “Hi baby.”

I smiled and leaned to kiss his lips then whispered, “Hi, breakfast is ready, wanna come out?”, he nodded then handed me the baby, went to the bathroom and as soon as he came out, we headed to the living room. He stopped on his tracks and smiled at the decorations I set out for him and pulled me into a hug.

We sat down and started eating breakfast, then I lit up the candle and before he could blow it I cleared my throat, “I just want to say that I’m so proud of you, it is amazing to be a witness to your radiance and happiness and to be able to love you at the end of everything”, I sniffled and he squeezed my hand and reached for Pippa.

“I know that we won’t be able to be with you every single date physically, but I need you to remember that we are always with you here”, I placed my hand over his heart and he sniffled before whispering, “I love you Y/N more than words are able to express it, and I know I repeat it a lot, but I truly will never ever be able to repay you for everything.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, then left a bunch of smooches on Pippa’s head before pulling back and whispering, “Now before you blow your candles, I want for you to make a wish for this tour, okay?”, he nodded and closed his eyes, then blew out the candle. Pippa and I clapped a little then kissed his cheek before speaking up, “Okay my love, you have about four hours until we have to be at the arena, so take your time getting ready, okay?”, he nodded then pulled me up, “How about we settle her for a nap then enjoy the tub for a little?”, I nodded then followed him.

June 11, 2022

Harry. Glasgow, Scotland. 7:45 P.M.

The murmur of the crowd was enough for my hands to tremble harder than they already were before and I could feel the sweat falling down my spine; I had been ready for a while and met my band for our pre-show ritual, and hugged my family, but right now the only thing I wanted was to hug my girls.

Speaking of, they have been on my dressing room for a while because little miss Pippa had an explosive accident, so I knew that’s where I would find them. As soon as I entered Y/N offered me a smile, however it disappeared when I started sniffling and making my way to them, “Baby what’s- “, I didn’t let her finish before I pulled her into a hug.

She started running her hand down my back while cooing at me, “Baby it’s okay, take a deep breath”, it took me a few moments, but I calmed down and we pulled back; she ran her hands down my cheeks and cleaned my tears.

Before I could speak up a shriek had us looking at the baby laying on the cushions next to us, Y/N laughed and pulled her into her arms kissing her head, “Were you missing us baby? we could never forget you huh?”, I smiled and handed Pippa my fingers to chew on, Y/N whispered, “Feeling better?”, I nodded, “so much.”

We stayed like this until Jeff came to get us, I pulled her up with me and we walked all the way to the side of the stage, we turned to look at each other and smiled, she spoke up, “We’ll be watching from the box, yes?”, I nodded and kissed Pip’s cheeks and her lips three times, “I love you baby, I’ll see you after okay?”

She nodded and I started making my way to the back of the stage and stopped on my tracks when I heard her scream my name, I turned to look at her, “Yes?”, she smiled, “Welcome to Love on Tour 2.0; break a leg handsome.”

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Three Dragons

Rhaenyra x Female Targaryen!Reader x Daemon

Being the half sister of Viserys and Daemon, you do not look like a Targaryen, but those closest to you remind you that you still have the blood of the dragon running through your veins.

warnings: death during childbirth (mentions of), arranged marriage, swearing, offensive language, murder, fluff, angst, incestuous relationships, forbidden love

“What will you do now?” Rhaenyra asked, walking arm in arm with you through the halls of the Red Keep as you made your way to the grand feast.

Even with just one simple braid and the rest of her silver hair down, the princess Rhaenyra looked ethereal in the red dress she was wearing, the threaded, long sleeves and golden embroidery across her neckline suiting her perfectly. You found it hard not to admire her, even as you made your way towards the noise of the throne room.

“I plan on drinking a lot of wine and dancing until my feet ache,” you told her with a smile, and she stopped in her tracks, giving you a sincere look.

You knew what she really meant.

Your husband, Lord Kenric, had passed away not so long ago, leaving you, the younger half-sister of the King, a widow. You had only been back home for the funeral and to get his affairs in order, but now his brother, Cassian, wanted to take your home from you.

He had always been a thorn in your side. An ignorant, drunken man who always thought himself worthy of a higher status than his own. At the beginning of your marriage to Lord Kenric, he’d tried to flirt with you to gain your affection. Even if your heart didn’t already belong to another, you’d still be repulsed by him and his efforts.

Once he realised it was unwise to keep up with these pointless advances, he grew cold and distant, showing his true colours to the point that even his own brother despised him.

Part of you wanted to just let him take the estate. Maybe you’d go off travelling for a while and decide what to do next when you returned. But being part of the Targaryen dynasty meant you were expected to fight for what was rightfully yours, that you were meant to add to the legacy.

Despite being the daughter of a handmaiden and sharing the same father as Viserys and Daemon, born long after their own mother had passed, they had always treated you as one of them. Always seen you as having the blood of a dragon and loved you just the same.

It was a relief and a comfort - one you knew your mother would appreciate if she’d survived your birth.

“What if I don’t want to live in that place on my own?” You sighed. “It was different when Lord Kenric was alive. I still felt alone, but I was his wife - I was doing my duty. Now what am I?”

“You are a Targaryen,” Rhaenyra said, placing her hand on your cheek with a delicate touch, your gaze softening as you looked at her. There was a familiarity in her eyes, radiating love and tenderness, allowing you to reminisce in this connection between you. A connection you’d had to keep buried throughout your marriage to Lord Kenric.

Even after years of practising this restraint, all you wanted to do was take her in your arms and kiss her. To feel her lips on yours again.

“You don’t have to live there, but those lands should belong to you,” she told you, changing to speak to you in her mother tongue as a couple of maids came around the corner, prompting her to reluctantly drop her hand from your face.

You shrugged a shoulder, replying in Valyrian, “I suppose I’d find some satisfaction in denying his ignorant, drunken brother.”

“Then you can come back to Dragonstone with us.”

Your heart leapt at the suggestion. “For how long?” You asked.

“Forever,” she smiled, “or for as long as you like.”

You tilted your head to the side with a grin. “I would like that.”

~~~~

The festivities had already begun when you arrived, both you and Rhaenyra being announced before the music and dancing resumed.

You were just starting to enjoy yourself a little, with help from a chalice or two of wine, when Lord Kenric’s brother interrupted you.

“Princess,” he cut in, taking you by your elbow and leading you aside with a practised smile. Clearly, he was trying to avoid making a scene. “How nice it is to see you enjoying the feast while my brother lay in a crypt.”

“I mourned for my husband longer than you,” you retorted, stepping back from his loose grip.

Cassian rolled his eyes before he spoke, “I thought we might discuss the matter of my home.”

“My home,” you corrected. “Your brother left the estate to me.”

“You? You were never fit to be his wife,” he seethed, quiet enough for just you to hear as he pointed a finger in your face, “you didn’t give him any children. You’re nothing more than a bastard with the Targaryen name.”

The sound of a sharp crunch rang out in the room and the music suddenly stopped, everyone turning to stare at you as Cassian stumbled back and cried out, holding his now bloodied, broken nose.

Everything around you faded into a blur. The crowd parted in hushed whispers and you felt Rhaenyra come up beside you and take hold of your arm.

Your fist was clenched tightly by your side, knuckles throbbing with a dull pain as you realised what you’d done.

Fuck.

Cassian regained enough composure to focus his attention back on you and he stepped closer,the fury clear over his bloody face.

“You little - “

His outburst was abruptly cut off by the familiar glint of Valyrian steel held tightly against his throat as Daemon appeared in between you and Cassian, lilac eyes dark with warning.

Viserys had stood from his chair, bemused by your actions. “What is the meaning of all this?” he bellowed.

The silence was deafening as you stood your ground, glaring back at Cassian.

“Daemon, put down the sword!” Viserys demanded. “I will have answers.”

Reluctantly, Daemon lowered the sword from Cassian’s throat, but stayed standing protectively in front you.

“Forgive me, your Grace. I meant no offence to the Princess,” he stated.

His false remorse only added to your anger. How dare he stand there acting as if you’d been the one to offend him first?

“I only wished to discuss my late brother's estate.”

“Princess?” You mocked him. “I thought you said I was an unfit wife and that I am ‘nothing more than a bastard’.”

Viserys’ anger was evident over his face as he reached for the dagger in his belt, but before he could speak or make a command, Dark Sister had sliced clean through Cassian’s neck, his head thumping onto the floor in a pool of blood, along with his lifeless body.

You blinked, feeling Rhaenyra’s hand tighten around you at the abrupt action.

“There, you have your answer,” Daemon announced, casually cleaning the sword with his robes before he moved to stand by your side.

“Nyke jeldan naejot gaomagon bona,” [I wanted to do that] you murmured, making your brother snicker.

The feast abruptly came to an end after that. Viserys took his leave, but not before asking you to meet him in the morrow.

You felt a sudden emptiness in the pit of your stomach when you met Otto Hightower’s calculated gaze, knowing full well he’d be advising your brother the king to have you married off again.

Especially now, after this spectacle and the death of Lord Kenric’s brother.

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#rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra x reader x daemon #daemon targaryen x reader x rhaenyra targaryen #hotd fanfic #happynerdwrites

[beskarandblasters]

okay pls just like SOFT Cass on Niamos before he gets arrested having just a soft beach vacation moment with the reader thank u xoxox

Summer Fling, Don’t Mean a Thing

Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Author's note: I tried to follow Star Wars lore in this one so you need to know that sunscreen oil = Star Wars version of sunscreen, bathing togs = bathing suits, revnog = alcholic beverage and peezos = poppers/pills

Summary: You're working at Neptune's Resort, a beach front hotel on the planet Niamos. And that's when you meet a mysterious stranger with a lot of credits who calls himself Keef Girgo. What started out as you just showing him his room turns into the best summer romance of your life.

Word count: 7.3k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, drinking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (pull out method lmao), oral sex (male and female receiving) little bit of nipple play, fluff, Cassian being a romantic, semi public sex, drug use, some light jealousy, angst, pet names (sweetheart, baby), no use of y/n

It’s another typical day for you at Neptune’s Resort on Niamos; standing at the front desk and checking people in. It’s the officially busy tourist season for Niamos and you should've had your break forever ago. But the line at the front desk has been endless; a non stop flow of travelers from all corners of the galaxy. 

Finally the line is starting to let up. One last guest walks up to your desk and you’re already captivated by him; dark hair, dark eyes and an accent that you can’t quite place where it’s from. 

“I’d like a room, please.”

“Sure thing, let me check what our availability is, sir,” you say, scrolling through your holo-pad. 

You feel his eyes scanning you as you search for a room for him. And to his luck there’s one left. But it’s one of the most expensive rooms in the whole resort with an ocean front view. 

“So we have one room left but it’s four hundred credits a night…”

“That’s okay.”

“Oh, s-sure. Let me get your reservation set up for you.” 

You’re surprised. The man in front of you doesn’t look like he comes from money particularly. Yet he’s already pulling out the credits for the first night’s down payment and setting them on the desk. 

You slide the credits into your hand and put them in the drawer before returning to the holo-pad to finish setting up his reservation. 

“Name?”

“Keef Girgo.”

“And how many nights are you staying?”

“Uh, I don’t really have a set amount of time. At least a week or two.”

You raise an eyebrow before returning your gaze back to the holo-pad. 

“Right well this room is available for another week but after that we could move you to a different one if you plan on staying longer.”

He nods and you hand him his key hard. 

“Go all the way down the hallway and at the end make a left. It’ll be the first door on your right.”

“Thanks,” he says, taking the key card from your hand. 

You walk out from behind the desk, just looking to take your much needed break. But Keef asks, “Oh, are you showing me to my room?” but not in a rude, expectant way; almost like a hopeful tone. 

“Oh! S-sure I can show you.”

You lead him down the hallway and feel his gaze all over your backside as you walk. And though you can’t see it, his eyes gravitate to your hips and the way they sway when you walk. You hang a left and stop at his door. 

“Well here you are,” you say, turning to face him. 

“Thank you,” he says, stepping closer and leaving only a small gap between the two of you. His eyes meet yours before trailing down to your face to your lips. 

“Y-you’re welcome. Enjoy your stay! See you around,” you say before walking back to the lobby. You hear the beep of the key card opening his door behind you and you turn to get one last look at him, only hoping to get a glance of him from behind but to your surprise he’s already looking at you. He smiles at you and gives you a small wave. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment so you turn on your heel and quickly walk away. You walk through the lobby and go down another hallway past the resort gift stop, heading to the break room. The door slides open and you walk inside with a heavy exhale, closing your eyes. 

“So who was that?” you hear a voice ask.

Your eyes fly open and you see your coworker, Mara, sitting at a table across the room. You walk over and pull out a chair, sitting down across from her. 

“Who?”

“That last guy at the desk! You went down the hallway with him.

“Oh you saw that?”

“Mhm.”

“Just a guest. I was showing him to his room.”

“I didn’t realize you did that for guests,” she says, a smile spreading across her face.

“I don’t! He just… asked?”

“He asked??”

“Sort of? I was just going to my break and he asked if I was showing him to his room.”

“How long is he staying? And what room?”

“At least a week or two. One of the ocean front rooms.”

“Oh so he’s got moneyyy. You might have a new friend for the next few weeks.”

“You’re funny. He’s just a guest. Are we still on for drinks tonight?

“Of course I am, girlfriend. See you later after my shift!” she says, getting up from her chair and heading back out into the lobby. 

You spend the rest of your break trying to forget about the mysterious guest who checked in today. But frankly, you spend the whole rest of your shift doing just that; trying to forget about him and his eyes. So that when the end of your shift comes you’re excited to drink with Mara and finally have a chance to forget. 

You change out of your work uniform and into clothes you brought with you for tonight. You head to the Neptune Resort lounge and find Mara sitting at the bar. It’s packed tonight, filled with patrons of all different species, smoke hanging heavy in the air. You walk across the room to the bar and sit next to her. She already ordered you a drink, revnog. She slides it across to you. 

“You’ll never guess who’s here?” she says, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Hmm let me guess. The new clerk from Arkie’s you have a crush on?” 

“Shh don’t be so loud!” she laughs, playfully slapping you on the arm, “And no, not him. Your new favorite guest,” she finishes with a tilt of her head. 

You turn your head to the direction she gestured to to see Keef sitting at the opposite end of the bar. And he happens to be looking directly at you. You give him a small smile before turning back to Mara. 

“Go over there and talk to him.”

“What? No, it’s girls night!”

“So? He’s not going to stay here forever. Go over there!”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it.”

You watch her face shift from excitement to shock; she’s looking at something behind you. You turn around to follow her gaze to find Keef standing right behind you, drink in his hand. 

“I’m gonna go to the ladie’s room!” Mara bursts out before shooting you a wink and walking away.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly. 

“Hi. I heard you two talking and I figured I’d just come over to you.”

Shit, he heard all that?

“Ahh I’m sorry about her. Her voice carries.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he laughs.

“So where are you visiting from, Keef?”

“Coruscant.”

“And what do you do there?”

“I repair droids. Are you from here?”

He does that thing with his gaze again, shifting from your eyes down to your lips and then back up to your eyes again. 

“Born and raised,” you reply. 

And a simple conversation filled with small talk turns into playful banter in no time. Your body language goes from stiff and controlled to open and comfortable. You sip your drink and lean into him, your hand grazing his bicep. Your touch lingering on his skin even after you remove your hand. And sure, the alcohol is loosening you up a little. But talking with him feels natural the longer it goes on. The conversation keeps going back and forth, never missing a beat.

Before you know it the space between you two is getting smaller, so small that you can smell him. He smells like the sun, saltwater, and sunscreen oil. You look closer at his face, the apples of his cheeks and his nose a little sunburnt. He must’ve gone to the beach today. And all of a sudden you’re picturing him walking out of the ocean; his hair wet and slicked back, water droplets hanging off his bare chest, the sun hitting him perfectly. Now your eyes are exploring his face; his nose, his dark eyes, the stubble growing in, his lips…

Without a second thought you’re leaning into him and pressing your lips against his. You take in all of him; his scent, his stubble tickling your face, his hand on the small of your back, the taste of alcohol on his lips. You pull back for a second but his mouth follows yours, not wanting the kiss to end. His hands caress either side of your face before returning his lips against yours. His tongue brushes against your lips, asking for access. You want to give it to him but you’re also painfully aware you’re in a crowded lounge right now and that there’s other people at the bar with you…

You pull away and worry flashes over his face, like he’s afraid he did something wrong. 

“Do you mind if we go-”

“Back to my room?” he finishes, as if he read your mind. 

“Yes, please,” you say, grabbing your bag off the back of the stool. 

You turn and scan the room for Mara, just wanting to tell her you’re leaving. You spot her sitting at a table in the corner of the room with a drink. You start to walk over to her but she waves you off and mouths “Go!!”

You shoot her a smile and wave goodbye before interlocking your hand with Keef’s and exiting the lounge together. The walk back to his room is playful, both of you swaying back and forth and hanging off one another. You reach his room and he fumbles around in his pocket for his key card. He finds it and scans it on the sensor but not before giving you a sloppy kiss, not able to keep his hands off you. As soon as the door is open he pulls you inside. You laugh at his eagerness to have you already. Because the second the door closes you’re up against the wall being showered in kisses and his hands roaming your body. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging at his locks lighty and eliciting a soft moan from him. Your senses become overwhelmed, completely enveloped in every aspect of him. In a rhythmic push and pull the both of you end up at the bed in the middle of the room. You sit on edge, pulling off your dress over your head and watching his eyes scan your form and his mouth fall open. You expect him to get undressed, too, but instead he falls to his knees right in front of your legs. He spreads your thighs apart and hooks his fingers at the seam of your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. His hands move to your sides, applying pressure ever so lightly to get you to lay down. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he says softly.

You oblige and lay down on the bed, closing your eyes in anticipation. You feel his warm breath at your core and it sends a shiver up your spine. He chuckles at your sensitivity to just his breath before licking one slow stripe up your cunt which sends even more shivers up your spine. His tongue goes straight to your clit, lapping small, quickly circles around it. But when he starts sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves that’s when he’s got you arching your back and gripping the sheets. His fingers slide up and down your entrance, marveling at how soaked you're getting. He removes his tongue from your clit for a moment, much to your chagrin. But that’s quickly replaced by intense pleasure as he slides a finger into your cunt and replaces his tongue on your clit. His tongue and his finger work simultaneously, mirroring each other perfectly. One hand continues to grip the sheets but your other hand moves to his hair, tugging at it and pulling him even closer into you. You feel him slide a second finger in and you know you’re not going to last. You grind your hips into his face and hand and before you know it you’re coming against him. The muscles in your core contract and release erratically as you close your eyes in pleasure. Your release soaks his hand down to his wrist and coats the lower half of his face. He lets you ride out your high, leaving his tongue on your clit and fingers inside your cunt, just getting joy of feeling your cunt cum thanks to him. But eventually the movement of your hips slows down and he removes his fingers and mouth before removing his clothes, tossing them on the floor in a strewn about pile. He sits beside you on the bed and looks down at you with complete adoration in his eyes, watching the rise and fall of your chest and the way your lashes fan out on your face when you close your eyes. 

“Ready for more, sweetheart? Or are you tapped out?” he chuckles.

“No, no!” you blurt out, probably a little too quickly. 

You move up farther on the bed, resting your head on the pillows by the headboard.

“Where do you want me?” you ask.

“Just like that,” he says softly. 

You nod and spread your legs open. He situates himself between your thighs and brings his hand to your cunt again, collecting your wetness in his hand. He spreads it onto his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. He grabs your hand and pushes into you slowly, studying your face for your reaction to him. You let out a small gasp, keeping your eyes locked with his eyes as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He pins your hand above your head, keeping intertwined with yours while he picks up the pace, driving his length deeper into you. Your walls tighten in anticipation of a powerful release and he can feel it. 

“You can do it, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he says looking down at you. 

With one last slam of his hips into you you’re coming around his cock, your cunt fluttering around him. He holds in his own orgasm as long as he can so you can finish riding out your high. And when you’re done, he pulls out and paints your stomach in ropes of cum before laying down next to you on the bed. 

Panic starts to overtake you. The intrusive thoughts kick in telling you to leave. But instead you’re enveloped in Keef’s scent, the soft sheets, and the warmth of his touch. Running away can wait until tomorrow morning. For now, you rest. 

-

The morning light peaks in through the curtains. You roll over on your side and see Keef sleeping peacefully next to you. And that’s when the memories of last night start to hit you; the lounge, the kiss, the walk back to his room, the sex. You sit up and rub your eyes. You’re a little groggy from the post-sex sleep and the alcohol. But thankfully you’re not hungover. Although you’re feeling sick with something else; regret. You’re not one for one night stands to begin with. And he’s a guest at your place of work for crying out loud. But… you did feel a connection with him last night. Then again, it could be the alcohol talking…

You get out of bed and quietly as you can so you don’t disturb Keef. You look around the room now that it’s light and you’re not drunk and preoccupied and it’s nice to say the least. The room is complete with a bed in the middle adorned with soft cream colored sheets and a large attached bathroom. These are the most expensive rooms in the whole resort, you’ve never even stepped in one of them in your time working here. It makes you wonder… does a droid mechanic make enough to stay in a room like this for an indefinite amount of time? Coruscant is an expensive place to live but the lack of plans to leave Niamos has you contemplating. You look down at him sleeping on the bed and your mind starts to wonder… Who is this man?

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. And that’s when he stirs for a moment. You stop what you’re doing and wait for it to pass. When you think you’re in the clear you pick up your dress and start to step into it. But just as you get one leg in, Keef wakes up, his voice stopping you in your tracks. 

“You’re leaving?”

“Uhh-”

“Do you have to work?”

“Well no, but-”

“So stay.”

“What?”

He moves to the side of the bed you’re standing at and looks up at you, taking your hands in his. 

“Stay with me.”

“You want me to?”

“Of course I do.”

You sit beside him on the bed. “Okay… what do you wanna do today?”

“We could go to the beach.”

“Sounds good! I just have to go home and get my stuff. I went to the lounge straight after work.”

“So you need a bathing tog?”

“Yes, but I can just run home real quick. I don’t live far-”

You cut yourself off when he gets out of bed (still completely naked) and walks over to the refresher. He comes back with a handful of credits and says, “Here. Go to the gift shop,” reaching his hand out to you.

“Keef, I can’t. This is really generous but I could never.”

“It’s on me,” he says, grabbing your hand placing the credits in your palm with a couple of his hand. 

“O-okay, do you want me to go now and meet you back here?”

“Sounds good,” he replies, followed by a tender kiss on your lips.

He goes back into the refresher and turns the water on. You finish sliding on your dress and put on your shoes before tossing the credits in your bag and heading out. You’re painfully aware that it looks like you’re doing the walk of shame in your place of work, complete with sex hair and last night’s clothes. You try to keep your gaze on the floor to avoid making any eye contact with your coworkers. But as soon as you enter the lobby you hear Mara’s voice coming from the front desk. 

“Well look who it is!” she laughs.

You look up and make eye contact before walking over to her, cheeks going hot with embarrassment. 

“Could your voice be any louder?” you tease.

“Sorry, just couldn’t help but notice someone had a really good time last night. Last night’s clothes, matted hair– You spent the night!”

“Indeed I did.”

“Are you going home now?”

“Not exactly… he asked me to spend the day with him.”

Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? What are you guys doing?”

“Going to the beach. And then I told him I didn’t have my swimming togs and he gave me credits to go buy some at the gift shop??”

“Girl, what did I tell you? He’s got moneyyy and you have a new little friend,” she jokes, adding a sarcastic emphasis on the word “friend”. 

“It was just one night.”

“Most one night stands don’t continue into the next day… or spoil you.”

“Okay fine! Maybe you’re right.”

“Do you like him at least?”

“I think I do.” “Well then go get your bathing togs and get back to him already!” she says, shooing you away, “But just know I’m living vicariously through you.”

You laugh and wave to her before walking across the lobby to the gift shop. You pick out a set of bathing togs, a matching two piece in your favorite color, and head to the checkout counter. The clerk is one of your coworkers that you don’t know that well but even she could tell that you’re here in yesterday’s clothes. You avert your eyes from her as she cashes you out and hands you your bag, hastily giving her the credits needed before getting out of there as fast as you can. 

I just need to get to the beach already, you think to yourself, picking up the pace as you walk back to his room.

You knock on the door for him to let you in and he answers the door shirtless still but dressed in his own bathing togs. He steps to the side and lets you in. The door closes behind you as you go to hand him the leftover credits but he shakes his head and says, “Keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he says, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, pressing a kiss on your temple.

You lean into him for a moment, just allowing yourself to just be held by him before pulling away to change. He watches you as you get undressed and though you were just naked with him last night you’re feeling a little self conscious. But you look over at him and the way he’s watching you and your ill feelings melt away. All thanks to the way he’s admiring you. You finish changing as he comes up behind you in the mirror beside the bed, draping his arms around your shoulders. Every time he touches you it sends little currents of warmth throughout your body, leaving your stomach swelling with butterflies. 

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” you respond, examining your joint reflection in the mirror. 

He lets go to grab the towels and the two of you are off to the beach. His hand interlocks with yours as you walk down the steps to the crowded coastline. Luckily there’s an open cabana left. You drop off your bag and the towels before heading to the ocean, spending time floating in the gentles for a while. The conversation between you and Keef never hits a lull; always lively like you’ve known each other for ages. You have strangely deep and meaningful conversations with him even though you only met the day prior. You can genuinely feel yourself falling for him but you mentally chastise yourself for getting so attached already. 

Eventually the two of you head back to the cabana and lay down in the sun. But not before helping each other apply sunscreen oil on each other’s back and shoulders. You can’t help but notice the way he tenses up underneath your touch and wonder if he’s feeling the same as you do. 

You lay down underneath the sun together, conversation still flowing effortlessly. Except this time it does go quiet. But not in an awkward way. Instead he rests his head in your lap, closing his eyes and resting peacefully against your soft skin. You bring your hand to his hair, stroking it gently and feeling him melt into your touch. The sun hits his resting face perfectly, highlighting every detail of him. You get the sense he desperately needed rest like this. 

And so the two of you stay there for a while, him sleeping soundly in your lap as you people watch and admire the rolling waves. He’s going to feel guilty when he wakes up, for just falling asleep on you like that. But you don’t mind in the slightest. 

-

You fell asleep, too. The both of you waking up feeling a little cooked, a slight tan gracing his face. He apologizes profusely like you predicted but you do your best to reassure him that you didn’t mind. 

But now it’s nearing the end of the day; the end of your day off which means back to work tomorrow. And you really need to get home. You walk back to the resort with him, hands intertwined again. 

You turn to face him on the edge of the resort overlooking the beach and say, “I’d stay with you longer but I really have to get home.”

He nods like he understands but he also asks, “Will I see you again?”

“Of course you will. You know where I work,” you tease. 

He pulls you in by the waist for one last kiss before you part ways. You can’t see it but he watches your silhouette walk away until you’re out of sight. 

You go home that night still trying to comprehend the twenty four hours. And when you’re bed you find yourself still trying to comprehend everything as you drift off to sleep. 

-

Three days have passed. The resort got unfortunately extremely busy. You had to stay late the past two nights. Which meant no time with Keef for you. 

But today you finally get off work somewhat earlier in the day and Mara asks while you’re in the break room, “Another girls night tonight? Or are you too busy with your new friend?

“Actually I haven’t seen him in a while,” you reply, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. 

“Girl why not? You know what room he’s staying in. Just show up.”

“Mara, please. I’d never do something like that.”

She sighs. “So girls night it is then?”

“Sounds good. After I get out I’ll go home and change.”

“See you tonight, girl!” she says as you leave the break room. 

You finish out the rest of your shift, only about two hours, and spend the rest of the night silently hoping you’ll see Keef again at the lounge tonight. You start to walk home and that’s when you see him across the resort closer to the beach talking to… a woman.

Jealousy starts to course through your veins but you try to stop yourself before you let it overtake you. It was just one night stand but one night stand’s don’t typically last all the way throughout the following day. And he indicated he wanted to see you again. You can’t help it. The jealousy is fully manifesting now. But instead of going over there and causing a scene you just shake your head and walk home, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. You get home and decide to try and make yourself feel somewhat better. It’s girls night again tonight and if you’re brave enough you can find someone to replace Keef in no time. The resort is littered with rich guests. Although that’s not why you liked him in the first place…

You put on a dress, one that’s black and hugging your form in all the right places. You do your hair and makeup before leaving to walk back to the resort. You enter the lounge and scan the room for Mara. The lounge is even more packed than it was the other night. You weave around tables and slide past groups of people talking before you reach the bar at the back of the room where you find her sitting. She takes her bag off the stool she was saving for you and says, “Someone looks good tonight. Are you hoping to run into a certain someone?”

“Actually, no.”

“No??”

“I saw him talking to a woman on my way home.”

She sighs. “Men… They’re all the same.”

You both order a round of revnog from the bartender, downing it quickly and trying to have fun. But you’re in a mental battle with yourself. Part of you feels hurt; hurt because you thought maybe you felt something with Keef. But on the other hand you feel stupid for getting so attached to a one off fling. 

But eventually after a few rounds Mara sees a guy across the room she wants to talk to. Her gaze shifts back to you with pleading eyes. 

“Go! Have fun!” you tell her, shooing her off. 

She did the same for you the other night. It’s the least you could do.

So that leaves you drinking alone at the bar. You’re sitting and quietly sitting on your glass, facing forward when you feel a presence on your left hand side. You turn your head slightly and see not Keef but another man sitting beside you.

“What’s a lovely lady like you doing here by yourself?”

“Girls night,” you reply nonchalantly. 

“I don’t see another girl here with you,” he responds.

You tilt your head in the direction of Mara and say, “She’s over there talking to someone.”

“Maybe that’s what you should be doing.”

You turn your head fully and get a good look at him. He’s not terrible looking but the way he’s “flirting” (if you could even call it that) has you turned off.

“Should I?” you ask playfully.

He spreads his arms open as if to show off himself and says, “It’s all right here for ya.”

Ugh. At least he can keep you occupied while Mara’s gone. And so the two of you talk for a while. You learn his name is Sal and that he’s visiting here from Alderaan. The conversation is okay but eventually it goes stale. You zone out and look past his face, just wanting the night to be over at this point. And as you’re zoning out you see none other than Keef sitting at the end of the bar, his dark eyes fixated on the two of you. You can’t help but notice how tight his jawline is and the way he anxiously taps his fingers on the countertop. Is he… jealous?

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” you say to Sal, downing the rest of your drink and exiting the lounge, not waiting for a reply from him. You’ll worry about your tab later.

You wait in the lobby and pace in anticipation, wondering if your exit worked. And sure enough Keef follows you into the lobby, jaw softening when he sees you alone. His face relaxes as he pulls you into him by the waist, happy to just be with you again.

“I missed you,” he says softly.

You don’t say anything at first. You’re unsure of how to feel and how to respond. 

He senses something off and asks, “Are you okay?”

“I guess I was just a little jealous when I saw you with that woman earlier today…” 

“What woman…?”

“Earlier this afternoon,” you respond, cringing in anticipation of his response but also at yourself for even making this a thing. 

“Oh sweetheart, I was just asking for directions to the Arkie’s.”

“Oh…” you say, looking at the floor and feeling a little silly. 

“But it’s cute that you were jealous,” he says, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his.

“Oh you mean like you were just now?” you tease. 

“Mhm,” he says, not even denying it. 

He leads you off into the direction of his room, arm still around your waist. He stops at his door and scans the keycard, pulling you into his room. 

“So, sweetheart… Do I have to show you that I only want you?”

“Yes. Yes, please,” you blurt out.

He chuckles at your eagerness and softly says, “On the bed.”

You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of the bed and about to pull off your dress over your head. But he doesn’t want to wait. He pushes you down lightly on the bed, kneels on the floor and spreads your thighs apart. He brings his mouth to your entrance, taking note as to how wet you are already. He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt to drive you insane, flicking his tongue around your clit at the end. He hooks his arms around your thighs bringing your cunt as close to his face as it can go, completely inhaling your scent and your taste. His tongue moves back down to your cunt, leaving his nose to rub against your clit. You move your hips against his face, getting off on the feeling of his tongue in your cunt, nose at your clit and his stubble tickling your thighs. Not before long you’re coming against his face, your cunt spasming against his face erratically as you ride out your high. You coat the lower half of his face in your release and he laps up every last drop, making sure to comment on how good you taste. When you’re done he pulls away and stands up, getting undressed and ready to fuck you. But you want to pleasure him for once. You bring your hand to his groin, cupping his balls and stroking his already hard cock. He curses under his breath and says, “Baby you don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” you say, looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Okay,” he says softly, closing his eyes. 

You bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it before taking him in your mouth. You take in his length, as far as you can go, and wrap your hand around the part that won’t fit. Your other hand cups his balls slightly as you bob your head up and down, listening to all the sounds he’s making. He brings a hand to your hair and holds it gently, never really pulling on it. You feel him tense up and you know he’s close. He pulls out of your mouth, not wanting to finish just yet and moans, “Need you. Now.”

You oblige and pull off your dress before laying down on the bed. He positions himself in between your thighs before inserting his length into you, both of you sighing at the familiar feeling. He places your legs on his shoulders and drives his cock into you deeper and deeper, hitting the most perfect angles inside you. You look up at him as he continues fucking you, chest slick with sweat and his hair getting messier with each slam of his hips. Between all that and the way he’s looking at you with pure lust in his eyes it’s almost like sensory overload. He brings his hands to your breast, caressing the outline of them before bringing them to your nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks between his fingertips. The added sensation brings you to the edge. You cum around him, your cunt convulsing him like a vice. He keeps fucking you through your release, prolonging it and almost going to the point of over stimulation. But then he pulls out and coats your abdomen with his cum. He lays down next to you on the bed, pulling you into him so that you’re spooning. He traces the outline of your body with his hand as you rest together, coming down from the evening’s activities.

“Have I never told you how beautiful you are?” he murmurs.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. You’re perfect,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You’re sweet.”

“You could stay with me, you know.”

“Hm?” you ask, feeling the sleepiness already taking you over.

“Mhm. Stay here with me. The commute to work will be so short,” he jokes.

“Okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes and letting sleep consume you.

-

Two weeks have passed since he asked you to stay with him. In the back of your mind you wonder how he has enough credits to do this and when he’s eventually going to leave but you try not to think about it. You’re loving how he treats you and how he makes you feel so you decided you’re just going to live in the moment and enjoy yourself. 

He did have to move into a new room after a week, switching to one with the same layout but a few floors higher and a gorgeous view. The resort’s also been pretty busy. And on the days you work late it’s night to just walk into a room there with a warm bed and someone to hold you at night. 

On your days off you two either spend time at the beach or around the resort. And since meeting him you’ve grown into the habit of drinking revnog and taking peezos when you’re really looking to have fun. 

And that’s the case for today; another one of your days off. The beach has been really crowded all day so you’ve spent the day in the hotel room, twisted in the bed sheets, drinking revnog and popping peezos. Nightfall is approaching and you’re standing on the balcony with him when he says, “Let’s go to the beach.”

“Now? It’s getting dark out and this beach has a curfew.”

“They don’t patrol it at night. I’ve been watching from here,” he says, eyes scanning the beach as people start to leave.

You know what, why not?

“Okay,” you respond. 

When it’s fully dark out the two you leave the room and walk down to the lobby where you see Mara at the front desk. She glances at the direction you’re headed and pieces together you’re going to the beach. She gives you a knowing look and mouths “Have fun!” You shoot her wave and continue walking with Keef. 

You get to the beach and it’s so peaceful at night when it’s not packed with tourists. You pick out a cabana at the water’s edge and lay there together, just watching the waves. The moonlight illuminates his face and you think again just about how happy you are.

“I wish you could stay forever,” you say softly and also subconsciously. 

“Who says I can’t?”

“I mean you have to get back to Coruscant eventually.”

“Right…” he says as if he just remembered something unpleasant.

It falls silent between the two of you, both of you retreating to watching the waves. He has an uneasy look on his face, like he wants to say something.

“Can I… tell you something?” he asks, his nervousness evident in his voice.

“Of course.”

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here or where I’m going next but for whatever time I have left with you… I want you to know my name.”

You’re silent, letting him talk freely because it looks like this is a real internal conflict for him. He grabs your hands and says, “My name is Cassian. And I know this is going to sound so suspicious but no one else can know… I just wanted to hear you call me by my real name when we’re together.”

You take a deep breath and say, “Okay, Cassian.”

He smiles and kisses you before you lay down again. The voice in the back of your mind is louder, telling you that this guy is bad news, that you should get out while you can. But the voice is still just soft enough for you to ignore.

His hand grazes your thigh and you decide that you want him. You want to fuck him and call him by his real name (which is much better than Keef anyway). You part your legs and let his hand travel up your thigh. He pushes the fabric of your underwear and shorts to the side, bringing his fingers to your entrance. 

“Do you want me, sweetheart?” he says softly. He knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it.

“So bad, Cass,” you respond, the tone of your voice getting breathier at his touch.

He slips a finger into your already wet cunt, pulling a sharp gasp from you. He curls his finger upwards against your walls as you grow wetter around him. He slips another in and your walls expand around the thickness of his digits. In no time, he pulls your first orgasm from you, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you ride out your high. You do your best to keep quiet, keeping your moans controlled as you soak his fingers.

He removes them from you and slides off your shorts. He pulls off his shirt and hastily removes his pants, desperate to be buried inside you already. He gathers your wetness on his hand and slicks his cock before entering you slowly, closing his eyes at the warm and inviting feeling. He buries his cock inside you to the hilt and curses under his breath. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you, brushing your g-spot with each thrust of his cock. You look up at him with the moonlight and stars behind him; truly a sight to behold, your lover above you pounding you on a beach with the beautiful sky above him. He grabs your hand with one final thrust you’re coming around him. Unlike before you can’t keep your moans back, letting them flow out freely and he loves it. 

“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” he says.

“It’s so good, Cass. So big.”

Due to your praise he’s at edge, pulling out of you swiftly and coming on your stomach yet again. He lays down next to you and pulls you into his chest. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and says, “Thank you… for understanding.”

“Of course, Cassian.”

“I just love being here with you.”

“Me, too,” you whisper back.

It melts your heart just how comfortable with you he is. You know he’s still not telling you everything about his past but you can tell it’s hard. And you can tell he desperately needed this time to relax and enjoy himself. There’s so much history and pain in his eyes. And you want nothing more than to just be there for him.

-

A week has passed since Cassian confessed his real name to you and you’ve gotten more used to calling him that. He hasn’t mentioned any plans of leaving just yet and you not so secretly hope he’ll just stay forever, whether at the resort or in a place of his own on Niamos. 

It’s your day off again and you wake up in his bed again, naked and wrapped in the bed sheets. You hear the refresher going and call for him, “Cass?”

“Just washing up, sweetheart,” he responds. 

You roll out of bed and get up just as he’s leaving the refresher, shirtless and skin still glistening. 

“What are you doing up? Rest, baby.”

“But-”

“Shh rest. I’m just running to Arkie’s for more revnog and revnog, okay? Got any requests?”

“Hmm the green ones,” you say, retreating back to the bed. He bends down and kisses you before pulling on his shirt and saying, “You got it, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” you sigh as you hear the door close. 

You lay in bed for a while before deciding to wash up yourself. You get dressed and sit on the edge of the bed and it dawns on you… he’s been gone for an unusually long time. Arkie’s isn’t that far from here and he was only grabbing two things. Where could he possibly be?

Eventually nightfall rolls around and he’s still not back yet. You don’t dare to make a missing persons report because of the secrecy around his name. So instead you just feel helpless. 

It’s the next day now and there’s still no sign of him. He paid for two more days in his current room and you opt to stay there just in case he returns. But he doesn’t. When it’s time to check out of the room you gather his things and take them back to your place, still holding onto hope that he’ll come back.

But days turn into weeks and still… nothing. You’re starting to think he just played you. That he just had you when he could because you were convenient. But then again when he told you about his name and how much he loved spending time with you he seemed so sincere. The constant back and forth in your mind is eating you up inside.

Mara notices he’s gone and brings herself to ask about him one day in the break room.

“Haven’t seen your friend in a while,” she comments.

“Nope,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry, girl. I guess it was just a summer fling.”

You let out a long sigh. Just a summer fling indeed. 

Part two: This Love Came Back to Me

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[meetmypointlessaddiction]

Joel Miller x f!reader: Burnout

Forgot to post the next chapter of So It’s Gonna Be Forever due to a huge burnout so instead I wrote this.

Summary: Reader is suffering from a huge burnout in which everything becomes overwhelming such as her senses but fiancé Joel is there to save the day. (I don’t think this has a medical term but this is purely from personal experience so I may be wrong.)

Warnings: Mentions of panic attack or similar event, sensory overload (?), not wanting to be touched or hear things etc, pretty sure that’s everything but let me know if I’ve missed anything.

This was written on my phone and has no beta so all mistakes are mine. Please enjoy and let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Words: 2,1k

Life in Texas was relaxing for the most part. You lived with your fiancé and stepdaughter in a remote town just outside of Austin and taught in the only elementary school in the town and taught the few dozen second graders. You and Joel had been together for almost six years, the pair of you meeting when Sarah was just four years old. It wasn’t often that you suffered from exhaustion but this week had been one straight from the depths of hell and you were more than ready to curl up in bed and not leave for a week.

It was tradition for you, Joel and Sarah to travel into Austin with Tommy and his wife Maria to attend the first fun fair of the spring however this year you were not prepared. You seemed to be much more sensitive to everything and a fun fair filled with noise and different smells and crowds was not what your were ready for this week. The fair always opened on a Friday and after finally dismissing your class for the weekend, you were on the verge of tears when you noticed Joel in the car park waiting for you.

If it was any other year, you probably would have told Joel that you just could not go and he would explain to Sarah that they would have to go when you were feeling better but this year was a special occasion. Sarah was finally tall enough for the roller coaster she had been wanting to go on since you first took her to the fair four years ago. You couldn’t be the one to disappoint such a sweet child, not when it was the one thing she was looking forward to.

“Hey baby. Ready to get going?” He asked, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips but you turned her head, not wanting the contact. “You mad at me?” He asked, eyes wide and you were quick to shake your head.

“No it’s just one of the kids brought in vanilla cupcakes for their birthday and I had one. I know how much they make your head hurt and if you’re driving-.” Joel frowned but nodded.

“Thanks honey. Now Maria and Tommy are picking Sarah up and we’re waiting here for them and I’ll drive them to Tommy’s for his car and then we’ll head off. It ain’t far but it opens pretty soon and Sarah is adamant on being the first one on that damn roller coaster.” He chuckled and you felt like a stake had been driven through your heart. There was no way you could disappoint that girl now. Joel scrolled on his phone while you waited for Tommy and Maria to walk around the corner with Sarah. The girl was talking animatedly to Tommy while Maria walked a few steps in front, a smile on her face. The three of them climbed into the truck and Sarah grinned.

“You ready, bear?” You asked and Sarah nodded, smile widening with each passing second. Your head felt heavy and you struggled to keep the fake smile on your face, the effort making your more and more miserable. Tommy and Maria were dropped off at their car and then the three of you were off, Joel letting Sarah use his phone play music through the aux. The music worsened your mood and Joel seemed to notice.

“Sleep baby. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Joel turned the music down slightly and you winced when he placed his hand in your thigh, trying your best to let your eyes close and sleep take over.

An hour later, you were being gently shaken awake by Maria while Sarah was already out of the truck and swinging from Joel’s arm. “Hey sweetie. Joel wanted to let you sleep a little longer but the fair is opening in five and little miss is pretty determined.” She said and you just nodded. “Everything ok? You wanna talk about anything?” She asked but you shook your head, not wanting to put a damper on the mood.

The noise of the fair was enough to make your face sour and your body curl in on itself, shying away from every touch Joel tried to give you. You didn’t want to hold his hand or have his arm around you, you wouldn’t even let him put his jacket around your shoulders, not being able to do anything other than give him an apologetic smile. While Tommy queued with Sarah for one of the other rides, the roller coaster not yet being open, Maria pulled Joel aside.

“You dyed one of her shirts red again?” She asked and Joel shook his head.

“I don’t know what I’ve done. She was fine this morning but when I picked her up she wouldn’t even kiss me. She won’t let me touch her hell she physically winced when I put my hand on her thigh in the car. Is she scared of me? Y’think someone has done something to her?” He whispered in shock but Maria shook her head.

“She been like this before?” Maria asked but Joel just frowned.

“She told me she used to have trouble with sensory things. Didn’t like people touching her or the texture of clothes and food but it ain’t been a problem since we started dating. You think something’s changed?” He questioned and Maria shrugged.

“Just keep an eye on her. Might get worse before it gets better.” She warned and Joel nodded the pair of them walking back over to see you sitting on one of the benches, picking at the skin on your hand. Joel slid a clump of cotton candy in between them but you just shook your head.

“You not hungry darlin’?” He asked and you shrugged, not willing to explain that upon seeing and feeling the item, your brain had suddenly decided that it didn’t like the texture or the thought of eating it. “Wanna go sit in the car for five? Talk to me?” Joel offered but you just shook your head again as you noticed Tommy and Sarah being admitted into the carts. The multiple different scents were sending a wave of nausea through your body and you couldn’t help but pull at your fingers, trying to remove the residue that the cotton candy had left behind.

The ride was over fairly quickly and the fair was still relatively empty but as time went on and more rides opened, the fairground filled up and soon enough, everyone where you went you were shoulder to shoulder with complete strangers. You felt tears fill your eyes when you noticed it wasn’t Joel beside you but some random man while your fiancé was behind you. You froze and it was like an anchor was pulling you down. Exhaustion took over and if it wasn’t for Tommy quickly wrapping his arms around your waist from the left, you would have been in a heap. Your hands went to your ears as Tommy yelled for Joel and Maria ushered Sarah over to the next ride.

“What the hell happened?” Joel asked, pushing through the people to find you leant against Tommy’s chest with your hands plugging your ears and eyes squeezed shut. “Can I lift ya up honey? Just to get you to a bench?” He said, tapping you to get your attention. When you didn’t answer, he put an arm under your legs and around your waist and lifted you, bad back be damned.

Tommy followed the pair of you just outside of the fair where Joel sat you down on a bench a replaced your hand with his, pressing the other ear to his chest while he covered your eyes with the palm of his free hand. “She ok?” Tommy asked and Joel shook his head.

“Remember when she told us about the sensory thing?” Joel said and Tommy nodded. “I think it’s that. It all makes sense, not wanting to be touched and the noise and food. I think I’m gonna have to take her home. Can you go get Sarah and Maria?” Tommy nodded.

After five minutes, you were till being shielded by Joel, noise and sight blocked by his hands. Joel saw Sarah rush over but Tommy managed to stop her before she could touch you. “Mama?” She asked and Tommy cuddled her close to him.

“She’s ok babygirl. She’s gonna be ok. You remember when mama said that sometimes she couldn’t deal with sounds and touch and seeing too many things? How sometimes it made her really sad?” Sarah nodded, eyes glossed over. “She’s feeling a little over sensitive to things right now so I’m gonna take her home and I need you to stay with Uncle Tommy and Maria ok? Just until tomorrow and I’ll pick ya up and we’ll stay in and watch movies.” Joel explained and Sarah noticed how serious his voice was and nodded, Joel was just glad his daughter was so mature.

Tommy took Sarah out of the way, probably towards one of the food stands, while Maria stood in front of Joel. “There’s a weighted blanket in the back of Tommy’s car, might help ground her a little more.” Maria suggested and Joel nodded. “I’ll walk to the truck with you.”

“I ain’t moving yet. Not until she’s calmed down a little more.” Joel said and Maria just smiled. Maria and Joel weren’t exactly on great terms when they first met, Maria not able to shake the views her parents had drilled into her from when she was young. She believed Joel should be out looking for a wife instead of looking after his daughter but after seeing how different he was with his daughter, Maria soon warmed up to him and came to care for her niece and brother-in-law. She was the first one to threaten you when you and Joel first began dating, not willing to risk the stability that Joel and Sarah had found after the untimely death of his ex wife.

After settling down slightly, you slumped against Joel’s chest and he sighed, hoisting you up into his arms and heading straight for the truck while Maria diverted to Tommy’s car to grab the weighted blanket. “I’ve put it on the back seat. Get her a cup of tea and into bed and lay it over her. We’ll drop Sarah off tomorrow just give us a call.” Maria said and Joel smiled, thanking her before putting his foot on the gas and heading home.

“Hey baby. Feeling a little better?” Joel asked as he noticed your eyes open. You just shrugged and Joel smiled sadly. “You wanna call at a McDonalds to get some fries?” You shook your head and Joel nodded, his eyes turning back to the road, not wanting to push you any further.

“Sorry.” You muttered and Joel’s frown deepened.

“The hell you sorry for? It ain’t your fault honey. I don’t wanna hear it, ok?” Joel said and you just nodded, smiling slightly. When he finally pulled up into the driveway of your shared home, Joel opened your door for you and then followed you to the front door, opening it for you. “You head on up to bed and I’ll make you a drink and bring some snacks up, you ain’t eaten anything since this morning.” Joel said and you just nodded again, shocked at how well he was taking the whole sensory overload thing.

Changed into a pair of silk pyjamas that weren’t making your skin itch, you lushed the sheets to Joel’s side of the bed and laid down, the feeling of the sheets already making you feel ill. “Cup of tea, should warm you up a little. You want me to take the sheets off?” He asked but you shook your head.

“Don’t want you to get cold.” You said but Joel chuckled.

“Honey you steal my side of the blanket every damn night. I’m pretty used to being a little chilly.” He teased and you scowled at him, letting him remove the sheets from the bed and sit on the edge opposite you.

“Lay down with me?” You asked quietly and Joel complied, setting a few snacks on his bedside table, noticeably none of them had any abnormal textures to them. Joel rested an arm behind his head while the other simply rested between you both. Seeing his huge palm laying there empty brought a sudden urge upon you and you tentatively placed your hand in his, noticing the smile that came across his face. “Feeling a little better.” You said shyly and Joel nodded.

“You take as long as you need sweetheart. I’ll be here.”

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[the-atlas-sister]

𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 (Part 1)

Neteyam x Na’vi!Avatar!Fem!Reader

Warnings!: Fluff

The hardest part of being best friends with the eldest Sully son was falling in love with him. 

Well, the falling in love bit was easy but the dealing with it was the hard part. 

“Quit falling behind, hì'i tsawke!” Neteyam teased, grinning at you from his ilu. 

“I am not falling behind!” you sneered back, smiling to yourself at the way Neteyam threw his head back with a smile of his own. 

The two of you had been inseparable since you were young. You were a product of Norm and the other remaining scientists trying to replicate the avatar product without the actual DNA of humans. To their surprise, it had worked, popping out a small avatar baby. Jake had offered to take you in, as he had with Kiri but Norm insisted that he could raise you, and he did. He taught you both the life of the Na’vi and the humans. You had always been thankful for his raising of you. 

Ever since you had been created, Jake had become a mentor to you. He often allowed you and Spider to be around his own children, enjoying how you would all play and bond. 

You had especially bonded with Neteyam early on, him being the eldest. You vividly remember him declaring that the two of you would remain together forever and that he would always protect you. This declaration had been made when you were children after he scared off an awfully ferocious school of fish in the river, but it was one you had never forgotten. 

Due to the closeness of the two of you, Neteyam insisted that you join the large family in your travels to the Metkayina clans. Jake thankfully obliged and you were allowed to remain with the boy. 

“Neteyam!” you called after him, watching as the boy dove under the water. You rolled your eyes at his antics. He was quick to reappear next you, a playful smile on his lips. 

“Yes, hì'i tsawke?” he said, swimming in a slow circle around you. 

“Let’s stop at a rock or a shore or something,” you suggested. “We could relax.” 

“Alright.” Neteyam looked around quickly before his eyes landed on a small and flat formation of rocks. His nodded towards it and you smiled. He led you to the rock, your ilu following close behind his own. 

The taller boy was quick to help you off the creature as soon as his feet hit the solid floor. 

“What should we do to relax?” you asked placing yourself on the smooth rock. 

“You can sing to me,” Neteyam suggested with a coy smile. “Like when we were young,” he added. 

You let out a small laugh. Like most of your memories with Neteyam, you vividly remembered the first time you had sang to him. You were both much younger, and it was after he had fallen trying to chase some sort of creature. His knee had been scraped up and little you had no idea what to do. So, you decided to sing to him like your father did when you were hurt or afraid. Ever since then you had gained a nickname and the heart of the Chiefs eldest son.

The song had become the connector between you two. After any fight or argument, you would simply sing the song and everything will get better.

“You are my sunshine,” you sang quietly, just as you did that day. “My only sunshine.” Neteyam slowly laid back, allowing his head to lean on your legs. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” He smiled up at you softly. “You never know, dear how much I-“

You stop your singing, voice catching in your throat.

“-how much I like you,” you finished. “So please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Beautiful as always,” Neteyam complimented. You rolled your eyes with a blush, pushing aside the compliment. 

You looked back at the boy, feeling his eyes on you. Your face on my flushed more as he stared at you silently. “Y/n, I-“

He was cut off by the sound a loud horn.

“That’s the sound of the war horn,” you stated, sitting up quickly.

Neteyam nodded, rushing to his feet. “I need to go help my father,” he said, looking down at you. “Please stay here and stay safe.”

“But-“

“Please, hì'i tsawke,” he begged, kneeling down to your level.

“Alright,” you agreed, letting out a sad sigh. “You stay safe as well, Nete.”

“I will.” He quickly bent down and kissed your forehead before rushing away into battle.

hì'i tsawke: little sun

Part Two: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/723530108058599424/%F0%9D%95%84%F0%9D%95%AA-%F0%9D%95%8A%F0%9D%95%A6%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%A4%F0%9D%95%99%F0%9D%95%9A%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%96-part-2?source=share

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[clxja16]

The Little Sister

Gifs not mine

Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader

Genre: max verstappen’s sister au!

Warnings: family death, smut, angst, lots of arguing, drama, orphan child

Word Count: 6K+

author’s note: I want to make it abundantly clear, I am in no way a jos apologist, that’s all.

Part two

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“It’s lights out and away we go,”

You watched them get away, each of the cars speed climbing. Your brother was in one of those cars, going around and around in circles. You always rooted for your brother, he is the reigning world champion. You sat next to your father in the paddock, watching the monitor of the race. Kelly was on the other side of you guys. But unbeknownst to them, there was another driver who had been occupying your mind. Whom you secretly rooted for under your breath. You watched as he and your brother drove side by side into the turns. You watched the red car closely. Almost cheering out loud when he passed your brother. Charles Leclerc, had you turning into a Ferrari fan instead of a Redbull fan.

-

Y/n L/n Verstappen, the baby of the Verstappen kids. However unlike Max and Victoria, you are not the biological child of Jos and Sophie. Just before your sixth birthday, your parents were on a flight to Singapore for business. The plane they were on, never made it to the airport. It has forever remained unclear what exactly happened, but they were presumed dead.

Your parents informally considered Jos and Sophie to be your godparents, so when they found out your parents were ‘dead.’ They immediately took you in, however the technicalities of it took a long time to sort out. And even though Jos and Sophie refused to blame you, you felt that you were the reason for the divorce.

When they did separate, you lived with Victoria, and Sophie. That was always mom, and sister to you. Max and Jos started to come around more again when you were in middle school, and Victoria was just starting to be a teenager. And although Jos, Sophie, Max and Victoria aren’t family, they never made you feel different. Jos and Sophie always treated you like one of their own children, and they are always going to be mom and dad to you. Max and Victoria were the same, you weren’t just a random orphan, but their sister. And they were your older siblings.

Based solely on how you guys act around each other, it seemed as if you guys were actual blood family.

-

After you graduated from high school, you began to stay with Max more. It started with just going to a few of his races, then you began to help out with his scheduling, then you began being his personal assistant. You schedule all of Max’s non Formula 1 commitments, as well as the F1 related ones, you handle his social media content, you do his training schedules, his flying times, you schedule his dates with Kelly. There is basically nothing that Max does, that you don’t know about. And since being his little sister, you also live with Max.

You can’t say you really mind though. You get to travel around the world and see new places all the time, you get pretty good pay, you don’t have to pay rent or utilities, you don’t pay for your traveling and you get random gifts every now and then. Like just the other month, Max had bought you a designer handbag, because he thought you’d enjoy it. So all in all, the arrangement you have, works out marvelously in your favor.

There is just one, teeny tiny downside to all of this. And that would be Max, he can sometimes be just a bit overwhelmingly protective. For example, at the end of last season there was a major party for Max being world Champion. Pierre was getting just a little too friendly that night, after having multiple rounds of drinks, which in turn made Max cut Pierre off for the rest of the night, and Max also gave you a ‘babysitter.’ To, in Max’s words, “shoo away all the bad guys.” Another time, just this season, you were with Max flying over to another race, and Max had invited Daniel Riccardo and Lando Norris for the plane ride. Max felt that Lando was being ‘overly flirty,’ that Max made Lando sit next to Daniel, instead of you, for the rest of the flight.

And just a few weeks back before the summer break, you were at a nightclub. You were drinking and dancing, granted dancing very provocatively, but safely nonetheless, and Max dragged you out the club and back home. You genuinely think that the reason you haven’t had a serious relationship is because of Max. But you know he means well, and he really hasn’t crossed the line. It is just frustrating sometimes. You still love your brother, and even with his over protectiveness, you still feel like you’re living your best life.

-

Then there was Charles, the Monegasque driver for Scuderia Ferrari, was someone you’ve only recently been more acquainted with. You have known Charles since before his time in Formula One, you have known Charles for about as long as Max has known Charles. But just like Max and Charles’ relationship, you guys didn’t see each other much outside of race weekends. Charles was never considered to be one of Max’s close friends, so Charles didn’t come around much, like Lando or Daniel.

It wasn’t until this year's Australian Grand Prix, did you start becoming closer to Charles. When the race ended on Sunday, Max went with Danny to go visit his family. You told Max that you were just gonna go get dinner Pierre, then head back to the hotel. Unbeknownst to you and Max, Pierre had more planned for the night.

You ended up like 4 shots deep in the middle of a club, celebrating Charles’ first grand slam. And the next morning, you woke up in Charles’ hotel room, with nothing but a bright red Ferrari shirt.

Since then you and Charles had started sneaking around, visiting each other’s hotel rooms during race weekend, casually bumping into each other to walk the paddock together. What started out as a little fun, turned to be something a lot more serious before your eyes. Before you even knew it, you were smiling at all of his text, dying to get home to tell him everything that happened in your day, silently hoping that he would pass Max on the track to win. Charles had completely taken over your mind.

-

You laid in Charles’ bed once again, “I have to go home,” you whispered ever so softly, for Charles to hear.

“You don’t have to,” Charles looked down at you in his arms, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I promised Max I would be home for dinner,” you began to wiggle your way out of Charles’ grasp. Charles let you go, his fingers running down your bare arms. You began to go around the room picking up the discarded clothing. After a second or so of watching you, Charles got out of bed, pulling on an abandoned pair of shorts.

“Mon chérie,” Charles spoke softly, “stay for the night.” Charles wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Softly pressing light kisses down your neck.

“Maybe another night,” you offered, turning back around to face Charles.

“Fine,” Charles gave in, letting you go, but just before you could make it to the door, Charles pulled you back into his embrace. Pressing his lips against yours, “I’m gonna miss you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I won’t be gone long,” you smiled.

-

You sat at the dinner table with Max, Kelly, and Penelope. Kelly had cooked chicken parmigiana tonight. The meal was lovely, Penelope was telling everyone about her day.

“Y/n, where were you today?” Max asked, his question cutting clear across the table.

“Just out, had some lunch with friends, ran a few errands.” You answered as you cut the chicken, “did you need me today?”

“No,” Max answered, looking at you a little suspiciously.

“Maxie leave her alone, she's an adult now,” Kelly came to your defense. Kelly is the only person that you told about your situation with Charles, when she accidentally saw a very flirty text from Charles. Kelly knew exactly where you were this afternoon, and exactly who you were doing.

“I just wanted to know, that’s all.” Max huffed out stuffing another piece of chicken in his mouth.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Kelly when Max wasn’t paying attention. To which she just smiled at you. After dinner you spent the rest of your night on the phone with Charles, being slightly careful not to speak too loudly for Max to hear.

-

Summer break was coming to end, and that means Max’s schedule was getting increasingly more busy, which in turn means your schedule was more busy now. Training hours, interviews, FIA meetings, drivers debriefing, Redbull strategy meetings, and many many more.

“What’s next?” Max asked, as you guys were finishing up another interview.

“You have training, then dinner with Checo and Horner.”

“Dinner? For what?”

“I’m not entirely sure, Horner just said that he needed to schedule a dinner with you and Checo as soon as possible,” you answered.

“What are you doing for the rest of tonight?” Max asked.

“I am gonna finish going through your emails, then finalize tomorrow’s schedule, and reconfirm with the airport about take off time for tomorrow’s flight. By the way, it's an afternoon flight, so we’re having dinner in Belgium. After I do all of that, then I might get dinner with a friend.” You finished off, “is that alright with you Father?” You asked in your most sarcastic tone.

“Haha very funny, I just wanna know what my baby sister is doing,” Max responded as the two of you made it to the car about to head home. Max dropped you off at home, before leaving for the gym.

You went inside and watched Max driving away before texting Kelly, and heading out to Charles’ place.

-

That night you sat on Charles’ bed, on your laptop going through Max's emails, just like you told Max you would.

“Mon Cherie,” Charles came up behind you, pressing those soft kisses to your neck that you loved, “what are you doing?”

“My job,” you quipped back.

“Shouldn’t Max be doing this himself?”

“I get paid to do this for him, the least I can do, is do it in a timely manner,” you responded.

“You’re supposed to be spending time with me, before you need to go back home.” Charles turned your face to look at him.

“Last email, I promise, and then I’m all yours,” you answered, turning back to your screen, to finish typing up your response. You heard Charles let out this most exaggerated sigh you could ever hear. You couldn’t help but giggle as you pressed send. “Okay, I’m done now. All yours.”

“Finally,” Charles said, as he pulled you into his arms.

After that, you and Charles just cuddled in bed while a movie played in the background and the two of you talked about your days. It was moments like these that made you question your entire situation, relationship, with Charles. You and Charles have been officially messing around since April, but it was now September. You guys were clearly more close than other friends with benefits, but Charles never once asked you to make it official. However, he wants you over his place all the time, he has a drawer for you at his place, he acts like he wants more, he just hasn’t said it.

You want to ask what you guys are, but at the same time, you were the one that said friends with benefits. Not to mention you’re the one that refuses to tell your brother about your situation with Charles. All in all you don’t have a right to judge or demand answers from Charles when you’re not entirely sure what you want. This was much easier when you didn’t hang around Charles’ place after fucking, or when you didn’t have a drawer at his place, or when Charles didn’t cook you meals just because, or when coming over meant literally one thing. Now things are just messy.

-

“Shit,” you woke up in Charles’ arms in a panic, your fairly loud cruse, causing Charles to wake as well.

“What?”

“I should’ve been home last night,” you began to gather your things, trying to rack your brain for an excuse to tell your brother.

Charles sighed loudly, “I don’t understand what the big deal is, if you just tell him y/n.”

You paused, not entirely sure why you’re so hesitant to tell Max about Charles, “it’ll be too awkward to tell Max, it’s just not a good idea.”

“So you enjoy having to do this, having to lie to your brother constantly y/n?” Charles asked, now standing in front of you.

“Charles, can we please not argue right now?” You wouldn’t say it in this moment, but Charles wasn’t the most important person to you right now. Reassuring Charles wasn’t important right now, getting back home was.

“I don’t wanna argue mon cherie,” Charles sighed, if there was anything Charles hated more than watching you leave, it was arguing with you, “but this is getting out of hand.”

“We’ll work something out, but I really need to go,” you pecked Charles’ cheek before walking out.

You raked your brain the entire ride home, trying to come up with any type of excuse that would satisfy Max. And when you finally got to the apartment, you noticed only Kelly was in the living room area. You took a breath of relief.

“Where the hell have you been?” Kelly whispered to you, “hurry up and get in your room before he gets out.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you rushed into your bedroom, silently shutting the door behind you.

You changed into some pajamas, wiped off whatever leftover makeup you had on, and rolled around your bed to look like you slept in your own bed last night. When you felt satisfied with your cover up, did you hear your name being called loudly.

You walked out of your room, to see Max standing there, with Kelly by his side.

“What time did you get home last night?” Max asked, his arms crossed and his face stern.

“Why so serious, Maxie?” You asked with a playful smile, “I’m not really sure but it was late.” You answered as you walked past Max into the Kitchen for a cup of coffee.

You could hear Max sigh, “I just wanna make sure you’re being safe.” You don’t remember much from before your parents died, and the right after is mostly a blur, but there’s key moments that stand out. Like the first time you went back to school since the funeral, and almost all the other kids thought that a little girl with dead parents was the most hilarious thing to ever happen. Max found out that you were getting picked on, and decided to take matters into his own hands, he almost got expelled from school that day.

“I promise I’m being safe Max, I’m not a little kid anymore,” you turned back to look at your brother. He was always going above and beyond to protect you from the world. Not that you knew, but Max always felt that you had too much hurt in this lifetime already.

“You’re still my baby sister.”

-

That night after dinner, Max walked you to your hotel room, like he did for every race weekend. Luckily for you, Max wasn’t too focused on you, his mind already on Sunday. You watched him walk back down the hall, towards the elevators going back to his own room. As soon as you were satisfied, you texted Charles you’re room number.

You slipped out of the clothes you were wearing, deciding to jump into the shower before Charles came over. When you finished you dawned a lacy red lingerie set. Just as you finished, fixing your makeup to look done up for Charles you heard a knock on the door. Peeping through the peephole, to see Charles there standing, wearing a hoodie and a pair of shorts.

You hated when he dressed overly simple, but had your cheeks flushing. You hated that it didn’t take much from him to get you swooning. You hated that he had you wrapped around his finger, and you hated that he had done it effortlessly. You hated that he really pulled you without even trying.

You opened the door for Charles, wearing nothing but that exact lingerie set.

“Cherie, mon Cherie,” Charles started off taking all of you in, he then pulled at your waist, to bring you to him, looking up at you now, “you really are something else.”

“I hope a good something else,” you said, batting your lashes at Charles.

“The best, something else,” Charles answered, pressing his lips against yours. He walked towards the bed, pushing you along, while making out the entire time. When you felt the back of your knees hit the bed, you fell against it, now looking up at Charles.

His eyes, looking you up and down, as he pulled off his hoodie, while simultaneously sliding off his shorts. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He left kisses up your body, starting at your ankles. Going to your knees, then your hips, avoiding the place where you wanted him most. Kissing your waist, and stomach, carefully leaving kisses on each of your breasts. Going up to your collarbones, then your neck, and across your jaw. Passing your lips and going to your nose, each of your eye lids and your forehead lastly. The act started out very sensual, but ended up being charming.

You could feel the fire in your cheeks, and as you looked up at him with the most smitten smile your face had ever adorned. “You are so beautiful,” Charles whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.

Charles pulled you into another kiss, he was taking his time. Charles was not the most patient man on Earth. He often rushed into bed with you, but this time was very different. He was being gentle and slow, he was taking his time.

You felt his fingers slide into your panties. His touches felt light, almost like he wasn’t even touching you. He pulled your panties off, and instead of tossing them to the other side of the room, like he would normally do. He just slid it off you, and dropped it on the floor, not paying any attention to that, and keeping his eyes solely locked on you. His fingers found their way through your folds. Gently rubbing soft circles on your clit, as he placed soft kisses to the area.

Charles began slowly bringing you to your high, soft licks, gentle ease of his fingers sliding in and out. You tugged at his hair, trying your hardest not to move. Charles enjoyed forcing you to stay put, he enjoyed having to hold you down to bring you to your orgasm. He enjoyed it so much, that he had hoped you would buck your hips towards his face any moment now. However you showed great restraint in remaining still, so much restraint that he ought to be proud.

Charles slowly started to go faster, now pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. Bringing you to your orgasm faster than you initially realized. Charles then started kissing his way up to your lips. You lifted your leg to hook around Charles waist, as he deepened the kiss further.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Charles spoke softly against your lips.

“Charles,” was all you managed to whisper.

Charles continued to kiss you, as he pulled off his boxer, slipping inside of you. Your eyes went wide feeling the stretch, melting further into the bed and into the kiss. When Charles finally pulled away from the kiss, you felt so full, almost loopy in the head. He loved you like this, drunk on his cock.

“Cherie,” he called softly, he pulled your face to look at him. When you met his eyes, did he start to pull out, and slowly glide back in. He watched your face carefully with every movement he made. As he continued to move in and out, slowly.

Finally when you whispered a meek, “faster,” did he start to pick up the pace. Charles knew all the spots to hit that had you seeing stars. Again you repeated “faster,” not feeling completely satisfied. And you saw Charles smirk just a little, before going even faster.

He then grabbed your leg that was around his waist, moving your ankle to his shoulder. He pressed little kisses into your calf, as he continued to pound into you. You felt little tears roll down your cheeks, as the pleasure completely washed over you.

Charles loved the sight of you completely fucked out, as you came down from your high. He grabbed your phone that was tossed aside, as he wrapped his other hand around your throat. Your head tilted to the side a little, a love drunk smile on your face, with your post-orgasm eyes. It was this moment that Charles snapped a photo of.

You felt your eyelids get heavy, you almost fell asleep, until you felt Charles start to move again. That’s when you knew, only you came so far.

-

The next morning, you woke up in bed alone. Charles had written you a note that he left on the nightstand. It read;

Have to get back to my room, before getting down to the paddock. I’ll see you there, mon cherie.

Xoxo,

C. L.

P.s I hope you wear red for me today.

You couldn’t help but blush at the note that Charles left. You rolled out of bed and were heading to the shower, when you heard a knock on your door. Thinking Charles might have forgotten something, you went to the door, still with only the bed sheet wrapped around you. You looked through the peephole, just in case, to see Max on the other side. You thanked god, that you double checked before opening the door.

“One sec,” you shouted out, as you rushed to the closet, pulling on the complimentary robe. You threw the sheet back onto the bed, and pull on a pair of panties while simultaneously kicking your bra from last night under the bed.

You opened the door to your brother, “yes?” You asked, trying not to look somewhat normal.

“Did you just wake up?” Max asked, “you know what it doesn’t matter, we need to go, I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“I’ll be down in like 20 minutes.”

“Just hurry up, I don’t want you arriving at the paddock by yourself.” Max said, as he was walking away already. You finally closed the door, and took a breath of relief. You quickly rinsed off in the shower, before finding an outfit to wear and doing some light makeup. You wore the standard Redbull shirt, but you wore a red scrunchie in your hair for Charles.

-

That night when free practice was over, Max stayed in the paddock with the team, working on the strategy for tomorrow’s qualifying and Sunday’s race. Charles was doing the same with his own team, that left you alone initially for the evening. Until Kelly found you, and told you to come along to dinner with some of the other WAGs of the paddock.

So now, you sat at dinner with Luisa, Lando’s girlfriend, Carmen, George’s girlfriend, Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, and Kelly. Dinner was going just fine, until Kelly asked, if you were seeing anybody new. Even though she fully knows your situation at the moment.

“I mean, it’s complicated at the moment,” you answered, gritting your teeth.

“Is it a driver?” Luisa asked,

“I don’t imagine Max being happy if it is a fellow driver,” Carmen adds in.

“Alex has his suspicions, as do I,” Lily said, eyeing you up and down.

“Does everyone know something I don’t?” You asked as you looked around at the girls.

“Y/n, have you not been paying attention to the gossip,” Luisa asked, almost shocked.

“What gossip?”

“Rumors are going around that, ‘reigning world champion, Max Verstappen’s baby sister, y/n Verstappen, is seeing a fellow F1 driver.’” Carmen quoted from an article that was recently posted online.

“Shut up, that’s not an actual article is it?” You asked slightly, panicked.

“It’s an article alright, so tell us is there someone you’re seeing that’s a driver?” Lily asked, you could see the smiles on all the girls. They truly meant no harm tonight, they just wanted to know what was going on. They wanted to know, because it was interesting, nothing more than that. If you were them, you would be doing the exact same thing.

You sighed a little, and giggled, “it’s complicated right now and I don’t even know how he feels about this, I can’t say anything.” There was no one to blame but yourself for being in this situation.

All the girls slightly groaned and laughed. They were very respectful about not pressuring you to give up a name, but they did want to know more. And you obliged, trying to tell them as much as possible without giving away Charles’ identity.

That night when you walked back to the room, just you and Kelly now. You looked over at Kelly, “heads up next time.”

“Y/n, come on now, we both know you’re more serious about Charles than you want to be. You need to tell Max already,” Kelly looked at you seriously.

“I know that but it’s not..”

“It’s not what, y/n?” Kelly cut you off, “you spend more time at Charles place than at home anymore, this has been going on since April. At first I thought this was only during race weekends, only a little fun, but every weekend, every opportunity you get, you’re with Charles.” Kelly took a breath, “I understand that you’re afraid of what Max is gonna think, but he knows something is going on.”

“What do you mean he knows?”

“He knows there’s someone new in your life, he doesn’t know it’s Charles, but he knows.” Kelly could see the gears in your head turning, unsure what to do anymore, “why are you so afraid of what Max thinks?”

“I don’t know,” Kelly looked at you, like she didn’t believe you, “I really don’t know. Max has always made it clear, to me and Victoria both, that we weren’t allowed to date his friends. I feel like I went against him.”

“He’s not gonna be as upset as you think, tell him soon.” Kelly left you with that last statement.

-

You despised having to tell Max anything. But you knew you needed to do it. You wanted to tell Max before you talked to Charles about what your guys' relationship is. However you knew that telling Max during a race weekend wasn’t exactly ideal, so you figured you tell him after Sunday.

Then Max won in Spa, and you couldn’t possibly ruin his win in Spa, by telling him about Charles. And you needed to be there for Charles, this return after summer break wasn’t exactly how he planned for it to go. You couldn’t make this time difficult for Charles by asking him to think about your relationship before preparing for Zandvoort.

Then it was race weekend again, and it’s just not good to tell Max when he has other things to focus on. And your mom and sister were here to watch the race too, you didn’t want to cause a family fight during an important race.

So you didn’t mention it, and as you worked in the Redbull hospitality room, Kelly came up to you, and you knew what she was gonna say.

“I thought…”

“I know,” you cut Kelly off, “I’m gonna tell Max, soon just after the race on Sunday.”

“You better do it soon y/n,” Kelly said, “I love you, and when I found out about you and Charles, I was so happy for you because you looked so happy, but this is insane already. You and Charles should be going on dates in public, should be posting pictures together, should be a normal couple by now.”

“I don’t…” you took a deep breath, “I don’t know if Charles even wants that.”

“Do you want it?”

“Honestly,” you smiled to yourself, thinking about you and Charles, “I do. I really like him.”

Kelly smiled, “Tell Max, so you can tell Charles already.”

-

Saturday night, just after qualifying, Charles was laying in your bed once again. He said he wanted to see you before tomorrow. Even though Charles was right next to you in the room, he was far beyond your reach.

“Where are you, Charles?” You asked, as you laid cuddle up next to him.

“I don’t think I’m gonna win it this year,” Charles said.

“The season isn’t over yet.”

“I don’t even know if the team wants me to win,” Charles sighed, “maybe I’m not meant to be champion.” One thing you loved about Charles, he always took responsibility for his actions. One thing you hated about Charles, he took responsibility for everything, even if it wasn’t his doing.

“You will fight again next season, and the season after that, you will be champion, one day,” you spoke truthfully. Everyone knew it, everyone knew that Charles has the talent to be world champion. Even Max knew it, one day Charles would be champion.

“You think so?” Charles looked at you and smiled.

“I know it,” you smiled back, looking into Charles' eyes. His eyes were so filled with love, it almost made you sick.

-

“I meant to do it, I really did, but I got distracted,” you spoke to Kelly.

“Y/n, there’s too many rumors going around. Max is going to find out one way or another. You need to be the one to tell him, if not it’s gonna make everything worse.” Kelly scolded you, and you knew she was right. “It was different when no one noticed, but everyone is catching on already.”

Now or never.

-

You meant to tell Max, you really did, you were gonna do it before dinner. Privately, but tonight nonetheless, the family was getting together to celebrate Max’s victory. Then Max got called into an emergency meeting by the FIA, along with all the other drivers. And you being the great little sister you are, was waiting for Max at the hotel, before going back to the family house for dinner.

However the meeting changed everything. While at the meeting, the drivers were waiting for the directors to show up, no one knew exactly why they were being called in tonight. Charles was sitting next to Lando and George talking about the race. That is when Charles got a text from you.

Your contact in Charles’ phone being, ‘mon cherie <3,’ this peaked Lando’s interest.

“Who’s that Charles?” Lando asked eyeing Charles up, while George looked just the same.

“Pierre,” George called over, knowing that if anyone knew anything about Charles’ love life, it was Pierre, “who is Charles seeing right now?”

“No one,” Pierre said confusedly, and at that moment, Lando snatched the phone out of Charles' hand running away. He then tossed it to Carlos.

“Who is it Charles?” Lando asked after the toss.

“No one you know,” Charles answered as he rushed towards Carlos.

Carlos tossed the phone to George, “who is who?”

“No one,” Charles ran across the room to George.

George then tried to glimpse at a photo in the message, but ultimately tossed it towards Pierre, who was standing in front of the door now, “come on mate tell us.”

Pierre got the phone, looking at the photo that was open, his face turning pale when he realized who it was, “mate, no,” was all Pierre could manage to say. However before Charles could snatch the phone out of Pierre’s hand, in walked Max and Daniel.

It didn’t take long for Max to notice, a half naked picture of you with Charles hand wrapped around your throat, on the screen. “Gasly…” Max started off.

Pierre interrupted, saying, “it’s Charles’ phone,” before tossing the phone to Charles.

“Why is my sister on your phone, Leclerc?” If cartoons were real, there would be steam coming out of Max’s ears.

“Mate, I can explain,” Charles started off, as he slid the phone back into his pocket.

“You’re fucking my baby sister?” Max’s voice boomed throughout the room, “she’s a damn child Charles.”

“Come on mate, she’s twenty, two, zero. Four years, four years between us, how is she a child?”

“I know you Charles, you’re not the type to settle down, what are you gonna do, leave her when the season gets too tough.”

“Excuse me, are you suggesting that I’m just gonna bail on her as soon as life gets difficult?”

“That’s what you did to Giada, and that’s what you did to Charlotte.”

“Mate, that’s unfair to throw that in my face, when you know that’s not what happened.” Charles stood his ground, so angry with you for putting him in this situation, angry with Lando, George and Pierre for causing this. Angry at Max for throwing his past relationships in his face like that.

“You’re using my sister, and when you’re done, you’re gonna break her heart.” Max took a step closer towards Charles, “and when you do, I’m gonna put you into the ground.” Max was also angry. Angry that you deliberately avoided telling him the truth. Angry that you decided Charles was the best person to mess around with. Angry that Charles didn’t man up and tell him when this started. Angry that you went behind his back to date a driver. Max was so angry that he threw whatever he could at Charles, even if it wasn’t fair.

-

You sat in your hotel room, waiting for Max’s call about the meeting being over and you guys could go home. Instead you got a call from Charles.

“Hey,” you answered sweetly, happy to hear Charles voice.

“Y/n,” Charles tone sounded sad, maybe tired, definitely not his normal.

“What’s wrong?”

“Max knows, he saw a picture on my phone.”

“What do you mean he saw a picture?” Your own tone started to get defensive, “Charles what the hell happened? I told you I would tell him and then you go ahead and start pulling stunts to let Max know.”

“Are you seriously suggesting that I did this on purpose y/n?” Charles’ own tone getting more defensive.

“How else did he see a picture on your phone unless you showed him?”

“If you would listen for a second, Pierre had my phone, it was weird circumstances. If you would’ve just told Max in the first place none of this would be a problem right now.”

“Are you trying to suggest that I’m at fault right now?” You asked, getting more defensive and riled up right now.

“You are at fault, you should’ve just told Max from the beginning.”

“And what’s your excuse? You had many opportunities to tell Max, I never told you to not say anything, you made that decision on your own.”

“I would’ve told him, but you said this was just sex.”

“You’re the one that made this more complicated than just sex Charles.”

“You could’ve ended it whenever it got too complicated for you y/n,” Charles sighed out. Both of you guys could see where this was going, even if that’s not what either you wanted.

“Fine, this, whatever it was, it’s done.”

“Fine,” Charles responded, before hanging up. You wanted to scream, to cry, to yell at the world, to rip your heart from your chest. You cursed yourself for being in this situation, for loving Charles, for not telling Max in the beginning, for being so scared.

Before you could do anything you wanted, you heard a knock at your door. You went to look through the peephole and there was Max, red in the face. You laughed a little at yourself for being stupid enough to be in this position. You opened the door, letting Max in.

“Charles, Charles Lecler. That’s who you chose to go after,” Max started off, his tone already angry.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you responded more monotone than you expected.

“You deliberately lied to me multiple times. I have made it abundantly clear to you and Victoria, to not go after a fellow driver. And you completely disregarded that. Charles is just using you for sex and you think he loves you. You think he cares about you. You don’t matter to him, he’s gonna continue to use you until he’s had his fun and then he’s gonna leave you just like he did to all the girls before you,” Max said. His words laced with a stinging venom that you despised. He brought you to tears faster than you wanted to, and he made your blood boil for suggesting those things about Charles.

“I don’t understand why you care so much, this is my life and I ought to live it how I see fit.” Your tone was more cruel than Max’s, you had never been so angry in your life until this moment. “You continuously treat me like I am a child, it’s because of you that none of the boys in school asked me or Victoria out, it’s because of you that me and Victoria have never been in a serious relationship, it’s because of you. And your continuous act of being my father, when you’re not. You’re not even my real brother.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. You wanted to rewind in time, and stop yourself from ever opening your mouth. You wanted to go back to before the meeting to tell Max before this all happened. You wanted to go back to when Kelly told you to tell Max. You wanted to go back to when Charles asked how much more lying. You wanted to go back to Australia, and stop yourself from taking that last shot.

“Max, I didn’t…”

“I see, if that’s how you feel.” Max spoke, as he walked out of the room.

Part two

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[let-them-read-fics]

Cloud Nine

Pairing: Dami x Fem!8thMember!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Public Sex, A Little Fluff

Word Count: 3,218

Summary: With the next leg of tour in full swing and lots of places to be, you’re inevitably faced with a daunting red eye flight. Dami – paired with you for the ride – attempts to make the best out of a bad situation.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: The NDA cover that Dami did with Yooh... dear god, does it have a hold on me. Anyways 🤠 I hope you enjoy this piece! Let me know what you think, and don’t forget to drink some water today! :)

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The ambience of planes has never once failed to fascinate you. 

So many people, so many stories, mingling and intersecting for a point in time that some would remember forever and others would rather choose to forget. Children, adults; first time flyers, seasoned vets. Some having the best day of their lives while others were experiencing their worst. 

A bunch of shooting stars converging, waiting to pass one another for what was likely the first and last time. 

With so much… humanity… packed into one space, your mind tended to give into the romantics. It made you feel small, in the grand scheme of things, but just as important all the same. Every unique experience being lived around you could come together to share this one, unifying moment. 

Well, perhaps calling it a “moment” would understate the grueling twelve hour journey you were embarking on…

But regardlessly, within that, you found true beauty. 

-

The thing to break you from your pleasant reverie was the hushed sound of an attendant’s voice over the intercom, providing a time check and announcing that the cart of refreshments would be brought around shortly. 

You peeked out of the window at your side, taking one last look at the velvety night sky before pulling the cover down and turning away. 

Dami’s eyes were shut and her arms were crossed at her chest; she was resting peacefully, just like a majority of the other travelers. The personal lights above everyone’s seats were all dimmed, basking the cabin in comfortable darkness. Some passengers employed the use of the small televisions mounted against the backs of the seats in front of them, and sparse illumination came from others that were on their phones or tablets as well. 

But for the most part, the darkness won out. 

You watched as a few people woke up, some on their own and others prompted by a jab from their friends or family sitting next to them. They wiped the sleep from their eyes and stretched, reaching down to retrieve their wallets from their carry-ons so that they could buy some snacks. 

You pondered for a moment, deciding on whether or not you should wake Dami up. She looked far too comfortable for you to do so and keep a clear conscience, and you knew she needed the rest anyway; the first few stops of the tour had drained her a bit more than she had prepared for. 

So you resolved to buy something for her instead. You already knew the foods that she preferred, after all, and she could eat them whenever she naturally woke up. It was a win-win in your mind.

Upon rifling through your bag and grabbing some of the cash you had stashed away, you took a second to admire her. The curve of her face was visible in the low light, soft and as pretty as always, and a small pout pulled at her lips, making her cheeks puff out slightly. It truly took every ounce of self control you possessed to refrain from poking them; but you prevailed in the end. 

Her chest rose and fell softly, lulled and gentle like waves lapping on a shore. It brought you comfort just seeing her like that, so cozy and peaceful. She deserved every second of it. 

“Miss?” An approaching, hushed voice asked, addressing you. 

You raised your head and were met with a pleasant smile from one of the attendants. The aisle’s sidelights were on at her feet, ensuring that her movements were well guided. 

“Would you like some refreshments?” She pulled the cart into view and pressed a button, turning the lights of it on so that you could see what each tier had to offer. 

You made quick work of choosing and paying, and before long she was quietly thanking you and handing over all of your goodies. Once you successfully got them all and unlocked the small tray attached to the seat in front of you, you pulled it down over your lap and laid everything out to sort. 

A minute or so later, once your work was done, you sat back with a happy sigh and snuck a glance at Dami. 

Although you had failed to notice it in your previously busy state, it became apparent that she had shifted closer to you. She was curled up a little more, and turned on her side, facing you. It awarded you a perfect vantage point for viewing the subtle smile on her lips; clearly whatever she was dreaming about was good, and that made you happy. 

One of her hands had fallen onto the armrest, with her palm upturned towards the ceiling. It peeked out of her sweater paw, tempting you. 

You succumbed to your weakness and reached over, carefully intertwining your fingers with her own. 

She reacted on instinct, still fully asleep; her hand curled into your slightly warmer one, and a quiet noise of contentment left her. She moved closer once again, and before you knew it her head had found its way to your shoulder, nestling there. Her warm breath fanned out across your neck, almost tickling. 

Snacking, you decided, could wait a while. Sleep was creeping up on you, anyway, and moving was no longer an option. 

You eased your head down atop hers and settled a little more in the seat, getting comfortable for the both of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the smell of her shampoo washed over you, and you gently rubbed your cheek against her soft hair, allowing sleep to begin dragging you under. 

—

When you awoke a few hours later, things in the cabin were slightly busier than before. A few more people had rejoined the world of the conscious, and glimmers of hazy, early morning sunlight attempted to shine their way in through the plane’s oval windows. 

The tray across your lap had been cleared off and returned to its vertical position, providing room for you to comfortably move around and stretch the tension from your muscles. A blanket was draped over your body as well, courtesy of Dami. 

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder, finding that somewhere along the way you had traded positions with her. She looked over at you, and her face neared yours in the process. 

“Sleep well, baby?” She smiled sweetly, pushing her glasses up a little higher on the bridge of her nose. 

You nodded, still not fully alert yet. The fog of sleep weighed heavily on your mind and clouded your senses. Perhaps that explained why when you felt something soft and warm against your thigh, tucked away beneath the blanket, you didn’t immediately register it as her hand. 

You peeked over at her illuminated phone screen and discovered that she was in the middle of reading a book. 

“How long have you been up?” The question came out as a groggy mumble.

Judging by the opened bag of gummies tucked away in her seat pocket, you guessed it had been at least a few minutes. You were glad to know that she liked what you got her.

Her lips pursed in thought. “Not long. Maybe half an hour or so.”

“Good. I know you needed it.”

“Yeah?” She grinned. “You were out like a light, too, you know.” 

Your face twisted into an anticipatory grimace at that. “Did I snore?”

Her head shook lightly as she removed her glasses and put them in her bag, and you visibly relaxed. 

“No, sweetheart. But you did get a little fidgety,” she revealed. “I was afraid you were having a nightmare.”

“What made you think that?”

She shot a quick glance around before moving a little closer to you. “Well, for one, you kept saying my name. And it sounded desperate, too, like something big was about to happen.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as her explanation sent realization crashing down onto you. 

“And you squirmed in your seat, too,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment. 

“But when I touched you, you stopped.” She shrugged, and the movement caused her hand to move a little. Her knuckles brushed against your center, just light enough to draw your attention. 

“Dami…” you started, before lowering your voice a bit more to spare your own pride, “...I don’t think that was a nightmare.”

When you pulled away enough to get a good look at her face, you witnessed a sinister change take place. 

“No?” She toyed, using the lilt in her voice to further tease you. “What else could it have been, then?” The innocence in her smile disappeared, opting instead to rebrand itself as arrogance. 

“You already know,” you muttered, blushing a little harder and turning your head away. 

Although things in the cabin were more active than before, concealment and deniability were made available by the relative darkness that still remained. It was a decent remedy for your shyness, and you silently thanked your lucky stars for it. 

And, for what it was worth, Dami was making sure to keep her voice hushed and her movements covered. Her aim wasn’t to make this unenjoyable for you; she just simply lived for teasing you every now and again… and she couldn’t deny that the thought of public play with you did something to her. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “I don’t think I do, jagi. You’ll have to tell me.”

Her hand worked a little higher on your thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there. Hidden desire guided it, leading her to pull your legs apart a little more and grant herself better access. 

But you stopped her, quickly encircling your fingers around her wrist and preventing her from continuing. 

“Don’t start something that we can’t finish.”

She chuckled to herself at that. 

“Who says we can’t?” She asked, entirely serious, as she brought her face near yours again. Her eyes flitted across your features, taking their time to study them before eventually falling to your lips. Her tongue unconsciously poked out and slid across her own. 

“That bathroom is not big enough for us to fuck in.” You asserted.

“I can make you cum right here, Y/N/N. No need to even get up.” She stated lowly, her deep voice full of husky confidence. You drew in a sharp breath at her forwardness, and she noticed the change. 

When you shied away again, she took the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to your neck. Her lips were pillowy against your sensitive skin – soft enough to tickle, even, had the stifling tension between you been absent. 

Warmth radiated from her, beaconing you closer. She was right there. She wanted you. She could take you in under five minutes, too, probably, considering how worked up you were already becoming. She could make you feel so good…

Who were you to deny yourself something so perfect?

Your grip on her wrist loosened, slowly but surely, as you handed control back over to her and submitted to whatever fate she had planned. 

She kissed the area just below your jawline while simultaneously spreading your legs apart again. Their innocent trembling was obvious – you were inexperienced with sex in this sort of setting – but it only made her smile and fall for you a little more.

"You're precious, jagi," she complimented. "I've got you; don't worry. Just let me help," she coaxed, kissing you again between the words. She switched hands in order to offer a better angle, and you sighed helplessly at the feeling of her fingers fully rubbing up and down your clothed center. 

“Go slow,” you pleaded, briefly peering over her shoulder. 

Relaxed movements would be easier to cover up if you got caught. 

The upturn of her lips against your neck was obvious. “Remember this moment when you’re begging me to speed up,” she teased. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

She tutted, “You know, maybe you need another nap–”

“Yubin.” Your voice was sharp, full of warning. The two of you truly bickered like a married couple sometimes. 

“Alright, Y/N/N,” she giggled a little against your skin, and you felt a small smile growing on your face, too, in time with the roll of your eyes. 

Her hand finally slid into your panties, putting distance between your wet skin and the ruined material. When her fingertips parted your folds, she felt just how much arousal awaited her; a quiet, surprised groan slipped out of her mouth at the sensation, and you blushed a little harder in response. She tended to be the quiet type during sex, so even the most subtle of her sounds made your heart pump a bit faster. 

“I knew you’d be wet, but this much?” She whispered breathlessly, sounding amazed as she collected more of your slick and circled your clit with her thumb. She toyed with you, fully enjoying the way your body responded so easily to her. 

“All your fault.” You struggled out. 

Without any further warning, two of her fingers slid into your entrance. 

Your walls fluttered in response, enveloping them in their warmth in an attempt to coax them in further. One of your hands instinctively reached out and tangled in the front of her shirt, pulling her in, and the other grasped helplessly at the armrest that it laid across. 

“Still so tight, Y/N,” she sighed at how soft you were – how smooth. Her fingers pulled out almost completely, curling on their way, before she eased them back in. She wanted so badly to see you spread out, dripping for her; but she settled, opting instead to focus on every little movement and sound you made as her mind filled itself with images.

A slow grind took control of your hips, aiming to lessen the ache. The motion brought her palm into contact with your swollen clit, and when she noticed, she decided to help. She rubbed it, applying a delicious kind of pressure that made your legs shake a little. 

Her free hand grabbed your chin and turned your head, forcing you to look at her. Through the dark, she watched your brows knit together in pleasure. Before you had the chance to bite your lip, you felt hers sliding across it, trapping it between her own. 

She kissed you passionately, greedily swallowing up the moan that you let out into her mouth and adding the smallest bit of speed to her movements. 

The seat made a squeak beneath you – a product of your grinding growing sloppy. Your fingers weakly tightened in her shirt as you fought your inhibitions; it felt too good to stop or slow down, but you ran the risk of selling yourselves out at this rate. 

She bit your lip and pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe. 

“Yu–”

Her name cut off abruptly in your throat when her fingers went even deeper, brushing up against your most sensitive spot in the process. Your thighs clamped around her hand in a desperate attempt to keep her in place and prevent her from slipping away.

“Fuck,” she cursed harshly. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

You pulsed around her at that, and both of you felt it. Sensuality ruled her every move, commanding them just as she commanded your body; but beyond it – beyond that languid, brewing passion – a real sense of need reigned supreme. She was just as desperate to get you to your high as you were to reach it. 

Nothing was capable of turning her on as much as watching you come undone for her. The idea alone added a certain, sudden roughness to her movements that had your stomach flipping in excitement. 

A kind of turbulence that you never wanted to end. 

“Just a–” you sighed, biting back another moan, “...a little more. I’m getting close.”

She took your plea as an order, not stopping for a second. It was hard to restrain herself, but she fought against her more primal urge to pound into you. The tenderness was a nice change, she supposed, as you turned your head further to the side and the warm, flushed skin of your cheek pressed to hers. Your every subsequent whimper and whine traveled right to her ear – the most alluring kind of music.

How could you be so perfect?

“Come on, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” She commanded lowly, feeling you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. The blanket barely covered her wanton ministrations now. 

Somewhere ahead, further up the aisle, a man stood up from his seat. You could see it through the tiny gaps in between the chairs – small flashes of motion that indicated he was turning your way. 

It sent an icy streak of panic through you, but, oddly, your body couldn’t stop. Though your mind was pleading to wait – to still Dami’s hand until the potential crisis was averted – your desire overruled it. You grabbed her wrist again, encouraging her to quicken her pace. 

She raised a brow, looking between you and the approaching man. He was on his way to the restroom that resided a few rows behind you, she deduced. 

“Baby…”

“Just keep going,” you whined, trembling. 

She nodded and obediently followed your instructions. 

Though being caught wasn’t something you necessarily wanted, the thrill of it brought on an undeniably arousing kind of shame. 

Dami’s red cheeks would sell you out immediately, despite the futile excuse her kiss-bitten lips would still attempt to make. Your flushed skin and mussed clothes would further incriminate you, only worsened by her hand in your pants. 

Truly, the risky environment excited you far more than you cared to admit. To know that she wanted you so badly in that moment that she didn’t care who knew – who saw – pushed you further and further towards the edge. 

The passenger grew increasingly closer – now just a matter of a two or three rows away as he tiredly shuffled his way down the narrow walkway. He greeted a stray few people all the while, bidding them hello. 

Dami leaned into you, pressing her lips to your neck. She kissed and sucked at the skin just below your pulsepoint, leaving a mark for you to admire later. She sped up her movements inside of you and eagerly rubbed your aching clit.

“Yubin, I’m–” you struggled out, tightly shutting your eyes. 

“Cum, baby,” she directed. 

Unable to hold out any longer, you let yourself go, falling into paradise. You sunk your teeth into her shoulder to muffle your whines, and she herself moaned at the sensation. 

The man passed by mere seconds after, obliviously nodding in your direction as his eyes sought yours in the dark. 

Your body was still tingling as it recovered from the high of your orgasm.

“Morning, ladies,” he said. 

“Morning,” you both responded in unison, sounding so out of breath it made you laugh together afterward. 

Once he had officially disappeared, you kissed the bite mark on Dami's shoulder as a silent way of apologizing. She smiled as she eased her fingers out of you, making more of a mess in your panties on the way. 

“Told you I could get you off,” she whispered through a grin, and kissed your cheek. 

You’d never been quite so grateful for the dark. 

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[putellas11]

A/N: This fic is little bit inspired by one of my favorite scenes from The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button. I hope this can bring everyone a little bit happiness after the devastating result yesterday. Hope you enjoy!

All We Have Is a Mattress (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

When Alexia asked you to move in with her, you said yes without hesitation. When the time came to pick out a place, the decision was easy. Everything else, however, proved much more difficult than you could have ever imagined. It turns out that busy and erratic schedules make it nearly impossible to get settled in a new home.

Despite having officially moved in together two months ago, there has not been a single discussion on what color to paint the walls, or what kind of furniture to buy. Days will go by and occasionally one of you will suggest getting a coffee table or a sofa, but that’s all it turns out to be— a suggestion. That’s why the only piece of furniture you have is a mattress that was dropped right on the living room floor.

Alexia, who is always exhausted from playing football and traveling, has very little interest in debating the difference between Cloud White and Chantilly Lace. And then there’s you, who spends all day going over financial reports, making the impossible happen with a budget you do not have. When you get home from work, the last thing you want to do is read an instruction manual for a coffee table. You’d much rather pour yourself some wine and cuddle up with Alexia on the mattress.  

It seemed like this would go on forever, but then Alexia invited you to dinner one night with a few of her teammates. You don’t remember exactly how the topic came up in the conversation, but all of the sudden Mapi turned to you and asked the million-dollar question.

“When are we having a party at your new place?”

Alexia stopped mid sip, frozen with a glass of wine in her hand. You looked at her for backup, but it was clear she had no explanation or excuse for not even having a bed frame.

Thankfully, you were quick on your feet.

“We decided to completely renovate the kitchen, so it might be a little while before we can have a party.”

When you returned to your unfurnished home that night, the two of you agreed that something had to be done. Fortunately, Alexia was scheduled to have three days off to rest, and that would hopefully be enough time to get a proper bed frame or at the very least, hang up a painting.

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DAY 1

After a very heated debate, Alexia gives in and agrees to paint the walls Cloud White over Chantilly Lace. She was adamant on the two colors being exactly the same and you strongly disagreed. So, you had no choice but to present a very elaborate and persuasive argument that seemed to have no end in sight. Alexia stood no chance.

You’ve been struggling to open the same tin of paint for the last five minutes when you finally admit defeat.

“Babe, can you open this for me, please?”

A very amused Alexia kneels by your side, “of course, mi amor.”

She’s wearing a tight, black tank top decorated with little splotches of white paint. You can’t help but gawk when she flexes the muscles in her arms to crack open the tin can with ease.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, unaware that you were holding your breath, “you’re pretty good at that.”

Alexia gives you a smirk and leans in, “I’m good at a lot of things,” she says, her lips brushing against your own with every word.

One quick peck on the lips turns into a lot more and Alexia’s hand teases its way under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. You gather the little willpower you have a left and with your palm on her chest, gently push her way.

“Ale, we still haven’t finished painting."

It’s like your words go in though one ear and out the other because she leans in again. Before she can reach, you place a finger on her lips to stop her.

“Focus, Putellas.”  

“I am focused,” she says with a look that you know to mean nothing but trouble. With her eyes locked on you, Alexia takes your finger in her mouth and runs her tongue in circles around it, drawing it out slowly.

“Now you try and focus.”

She leaves you kneeling on the floor, utterly speechless. You’re looking at the tin of paint, but you have no idea what to do with it because your mind has gone blank. Even after two years together, the effect Alexia has on you is as strong as ever.

It takes a few more seconds but you manage to come down from the cloud Alexia left you on. Now back to reality, you remember that you still have the entire living room left to paint. It’s a daunting task but you’re counting on Alexia to give you a hand when she finishes up in the kitchen.

You’re about to start on the second wall when Alexia sneaks up behind you and pulls your back to her chest, her arms around you.  

“Need some help, amor?”

Leaning your head back on her shoulder, you close your eyes and nod. “Yes, please,” you say with a tired sigh, the paint roller feeling heavy in your hands.  

Alexia nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck and gives you a soft kiss right on the pulse, “I’ll get my roller.”

With Alexia by your side, you find a nice rhythm and start making some serious progress. It amazes you how the simple act of just painting a wall together can bring you so much happiness. That’s because it’s not just some random wall— it’s a wall in the home you’ll be sharing with her for many years to come. The colors of the wall may change through the years, but the love that lives within them will always stay the same.

From the corner of your eye, you see Alexia reach down to pour some more paint into the tray and she goes still.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, looking over to see what made her stop so suddenly.

“Tell me what this says.” Alexia turns the tin around so you can read the label.

You don’t see it at a first but when you do, you have no choice but to close your eyes to avoid seeing the smug smile on her face.

“Chantilly Lace.”

“I told you they looked exactly the same!”

You want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Without realizing, you must have grabbed the sample tin of Chantilly Lace instead of Cloud White. The worst part isn’t that you painted the walls the wrong color, it’s that she will never let you live this down.

Alexia most love the look on your face because she can’t stop laughing. She stops to take a breath, but that’s only to get some air so she can laugh even more.

Her laughter is contagious, and you can feel your own lips tugging upwards, but you resist the temptation. It’s no secret you don’t like to lose, so you feel the need to do something fast to regain your advantage.

“Hey! Stop laughing at me, Putellas.” You flick the roller at her and watch little splashes of paint fall on her face.

She freezes, staring at you in shock for several seconds. Then, her gaze darkens. “Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

The moment she takes a step in your direction, you squeal and run away.

With the paint tray in her hands, Alexia runs after you at a speed that you’ll never be able to beat. Your job has you sitting behind a desk most of the day, so what chance do you have?

Alexia corners you in the kitchen and you immediately put your hands up, “Don’t you dare! You’ll get paint all over the cabinets.”

Turning her head to the side, she appears to consider your warning. When she lowers the tray, you allow yourself to relax.

That was a mistake.

Alexia’s expression changes in a split second and she flings all the paint in the tray at you. It’s a lot more than you were expecting. Your eyes are closed but you feel the paint all over your face, and you definitely heard it splatter all over the kitchen cabinets and floor.

“Oh fuck, that’s a lot.” Seeing that your eyes and mouth are covered in paint, Alexia reaches for the nearest towel and starts wiping it all away. “Perdoname, mi amor,” she says. Her apology is genuine, but you can hear the underlying amusement in her words.

When you can open your eyes, you see Alexia with her hand over her mouth in an attempt to suppress her laughter. She’s like a little kid who knows they’re in trouble but would still do it all over again.  

With a smile of your own, you bring your hands to your face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it was not the right color.”

Alexia lets out the laugh she’s been holding but doesn’t hesitate to close the distance and comfort you. “It’s ok, babe,” she says, picking at the splotches of paint in your hair, “it’s not like we need to repaint, it’s pretty much the same color.”

You give her a pointed look, and she giggles.

“Just for that you’re gonna have to wash my hair for me.”  

“Taking a shower together is my punishment?” she says, her eyebrows peaked in interest. “That is so, so cruel but if I must.”

Rolling your eyes, you push her face away and walk out of the kitchen. Feeling her eyes on your back, you take your shirt off in one quick motion and let it fall to the floor.

“Are you coming or not?”

You don’t need to turn around. The rapid footsteps running in your direction is all the answer you need.

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DAY 2

“I’m so hungry!”

You give up on finding the screw you need and look at your girlfriend who has done nothing but complain for the last hour.

“My love, like I told you literally five seconds ago, the food is on the way.”

In response, she buries her face in the pillow and lets out a muffled groan. Hungry Alexia is a different animal, so you need to tread lightly.

“Why don’t you come here and help me finish building this god-forsaken coffee table?”

It’s an offer you make in hopes it will take her mind off her hunger, but also because you’re on the verge of pulling your hair out. For some reason, Alexia chose the most complicated coffee table in all of existence, and with her being in a grumpy mood, you’ve had to figure it all out yourself.

She lifts her head up from the pillow ever so slightly and takes a peek. “No thanks,” she says and buries her face back in.

“It was worth a shot,” you mumble and get back to work. Still unable to find the screw you need; you decide to move on to the next step and hope for the best.

Alexia lets you work in silence for exactly five minutes.

“I think I’m going to die.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

Alexia lifts her head up from the pillow. “I’m serious,” she says, and huffs when you don’t give her the reaction she wants. “Are you not going to hold me in my final moments?”

It’s a tempting offer. When you glance down at the instruction manual and see you’re only on page four of ten, you make up your mind rather quickly. You toss the manual to the side and crawl towards the mattress. All the screws you carefully organized are just obstacles in your way, so you brush them to the side to get to Alexia.

She welcomes you with open arms and your bodies fit together just right— like corresponding pieces of a puzzle. She has one leg in between yours and the other thrown over your hip.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” she says, this time her face buried in your chest instead of the pillow.

“You brought this on yourself,” you point out, your fingers wasting no time in getting lost in her hair.

“I know, I know,” she says with a sigh, “I shouldn’t have eaten all the croquetas.”    

You hum in agreement, “but you just couldn’t help yourself.”

You had warned Alexia last night that there was no food left in the house and that she would need to leave some leftovers. It was a little after midnight when you woke up to the sound of her devouring the leftover croquetas and whatever else was left in the fridge.

She lets you stroke her hair for a while longer in silence, and you’re proud of yourself for being able to distract her a little. Early on in the relationship, Alexia confessed how much she loves to rest her head on your chest, simply listening to your heartbeat and falling asleep to the rise and fall of your chest with every breath.

Alexia’s stomach let’s out a loud growl and her eyes go wide open.

“Dios Mío, I’m hungry!”

“Babe, just try and think of something else.”

“There’s literally nothing that—”

You cut her off with a kiss. It’s a kiss she was not expecting, but one she certainty doesn’t pull away from. Alexia instantly clenches your shirt with her fingers, tugging at the fabric wanting you as close as possible. Your hand finds the curve of her back and glides downwards to grip her thigh. This elicits a moan that is muffled by your joined lips.

It doesn’t take long for her to take control. Before you know it, Alexia has you pinned down to the mattress and at her mercy. One by one every article of clothing on your body is taken off and tossed to the side. A different kind of hunger consumes her, and you’re the only one who can satisfy it.  

Any sense of time is lost with Alexia’s fingers inside of you, so it’s no surprise when the knock on the door sends you into a panic.

You look frantically around the room in search of your clothes, but quickly realize Alexia threw them all over the place. Your shirt is hanging off a lamp and your shorts and panties are nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for something?” Alexia, who is fully clothed, finds the situation very amusing.

“Shut up.”

There’s another knock on the door and this time it’s a little more intense.

“Shit,” you whisper harshly, “Ale, you open the door.”

There’s no point in going on a scavenger hunt for your clothes. Acting quickly, you yank the bed sheets from the mattress, cover your body with it, and run to the kitchen where you know you’ll be out of sight.

Running was a mistake because on the way you stub your pinky toe on the partially built coffee table.  

“Ow! Fuck that table!”

From the kitchen, you can hear Alexia laughing as she walks towards the door. If you weren’t so embarrassed and in pain, you’d find the humor in the situation too.

When she opens the door and greets the delivery driver, you risk taking a peek. Alexia exchanges pleasantries with the driver and everything seems goes smoothly until he looks down at the floor and goes quiet.

There, out in the open for the world to see, are your panties.

“Oh my god,” you say in a hushed voice, leaning back against the wall with your eyes squeezed shut.

Alexia is quick to react and kicks them to the side. “Thank you, have a good day,” she says, taking the food from his hands. She doesn’t really give him a chance to say anything back because soon as she has the food in her hands, she closes the door.

“Babe, you can come out now.”

Walking out from the kitchen holding the sheet close to your body, your cheeks are a bright shade of red. “I hope you’re happy,” you tell her, your body falling on the mattress in shame.

“Oh, I am very happy,” she says, tugging at the bed sheet to expose your chest. “Now, where were we?”

You pull the sheet back up, “you can’t be serious.” It appears your idea to distract Alexia worked a little too well, because she couldn’t care less about the food just a few feet away from her. “What happened to, I’m gonna die if I don’t eat something?”

“Well, I did just eat something, didn’t I?”

Without hesitation you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at her face.

______________

DAY 3

With Alexia expected to return to training, you’re determined to take advantage of the little precious time you have left. The entire morning and afternoon were spent in each other’s arms, falling in love all over again with every kiss and giggle.

In the three days Alexia was home, you only managed to paint the walls but two of them the wrong color. There’s also the fact that you were never able to find the screw you needed for the coffee table— even with Alexia’s help, so that was that. Lastly, the bed frame you ordered got delayed in transit, so the two of you are still sleeping on a mattress in the living room. And yet, you wouldn’t change a thing.

Now that night has fallen, soft music flows through the speakers, and the warm lights from the candles dance on the walls and ceiling.

Propped up on her elbow, Alexia is content with tracing every inch of your exposed skin with her fingertips. She traces your cheekbone, the curve of your breasts, and waist.

You love her touch. One moment teasing and demanding, the next delicate as a feather. Her touch ignites a fire that leaves your body, mind, and heart in flames. It’s no wonder you never felt satisfied by the touch of those from your past.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she says.

The softest of smiles tugs on your lips, “me too.”

Your past relationships failed because they were tainted by doubt. Doubt over whether they truly loved you or if you were just but a pastime. With Alexia there is no doubt, only certainty. Not once have you ever had to question your place in her life. She introduced you to her teammates after only a week of knowing each other. A month later she added you to a groupchat with her mom and her sister. And it’s been like that ever since. You’re her woman, and she’ll never make you feel like anything less.

“Forever doesn’t scare you?” she asks, reaching for your hand.

“With you? Of course not.”

Alexia raises your hand to brush her lips against your knuckles, “even after I covered you head to toe in paint?”

“Well…” You pretend to think about it for a few seconds, “You did a great job at cleaning me up, so yes.”

Alexia is satisfied with your answer, but she goes quiet. You’ve been together long enough to know when she’s lost in her thoughts. She doesn’t appear to be upset, but whatever’s on her mind is begging to be said out loud.

Your hand reaches up to soothe her brow, “what’s on your mind, mi amor?”  

Her eyes scan the walls of the living room, and you have no idea what she’s looking at or for. “You want to know what I was thinking about while we were painting these walls?”

“Tell me.”

Alexia finally meets your gaze and under candlelight, you notice tears rim her eyes. “I was thinking about what our kids would draw on them,” she says, a slight crack in her voice. “Does that scare you?”

This is not the first time that you’ve discussed the possibility of starting a family, but this time it’s different. When you agreed to move in together, that meant something. It meant more than just sharing a closet, it meant sharing a life and all the beautiful things that comes with it, and that includes kids.

“Baby…” you struggle to speak with that familiar lump in your throat, “I would love nothing more than seeing our kids make a mess of these walls.”

A single tear falls down Alexia’s cheek and she leans down to kiss you before you have a chance to wipe it away. Your lips tremble against her own, and you desperately hope to convey how much you love her.

“Dance with me.”

“Really?” You’re shocked, to say the least.

“Yeah, I’m feeling romantic.”

Before she can change her mind, you take her hand and lead her to a space that’s not cluttered with shipping boxes and empty tin cans of paint.

The Very Thought of You by Nancy Wilson starts to play and you think it’s rather fitting of the moment.

I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed Your picture is always in my head I don't need your portrait, dear, to call you to mind

Alexia draws your close to her chest, and you wrap your arms around her neck. You fall in step, letting the rhythm of the music control your movements. Every once in a while, Alexia steps on your toes but you don’t dare to complain.  

The mere idea of you The longing I hear for you You'll never know How slow the moments go Till I'm near to you

In each other’s arms, it’s as if you’re the only two people in the world. You move together, laugh together, and love, together.  

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #reader imagine #Fic: All We Have Is a Mattress

[arisewanekosuki]

-“Venti!!” the bard looked down from the branch he was sitting on, after hearing someone calling his name. -“Isn’t it (Y/n)? What are you doing on this late hour?” He smiled, watching as you tried to climb the tree. -“Isn’t it obvious? *huff* You have been *huff* running from me for the whole day!” You finally reached the branch Venti was sitting on, you sat by his side and took a breath. Now you are starting to feel tired after running all day and now climbing this tree. -“Hm? What are you talking my dear friend? I would never run from you!” He laughed, his laugh always brings happiness to your heart. -“Well somehow you managed to leave the places before I would come to them… well never mind! The most important thing is that I found you before midnight! Here!” From you bag you took a present and put it into Venti’s hands. -“Happy Birthday~” you said with big smile. -“Oh? You didn’t have to~! Dandelion wine! Thank you! Hm? And what is this?” Venti hold onto album, when he opened it, he could see photos of him with you and his other friends, on each page there is letter from different people as well. -“I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what kind of present will make you happy… so I thought about this album with letters from your friends! I even went to Liyue because Traveler told me someone who is your old good friend lives there! So I wanted him to write something too! From now, whenever you feel lonely just look at this photos and read the letters!“ You were watching his face, trying to see if he liked the present or not. Venti looked at the album, he was feeling happy but at the same time a little bit sad. -“Venti? Do you… not like it?” you asked, after seeing his sad smile. Your voice freed him from thoughts of a distant future that you won’t be part of. “Now I should enjoy the present. I will cherish every second that I can spend with (Y/n).” He thought, his smile come back to his face. -“I love it! Thank you so much! I’ll cherish this album forever!” He hugged the album close to his heart. You couldn’t help but smile back, happy that he like the present. You took his hand in yours. -“ So what are we going to do now? Would you like to drink the wine I brought?” -“I thought you are going home now, aren’t you feeling sleepy?” You gasped, putting one hand on your chest. -“You thought I’m going to just give you a present and go back home? Do you really think of me being such a cruel person?” you said a little bit dramatic, but still smiling towards him. “I wanted to spend this day with you! It’s not my fault that you’re too fast” you pouted, Venti really adored looking at your expressions, you looked very adorable to him right now. “This is why! We are going to talk, play or whatever you want to do till the morning! … Of course if you’re not tired, we can do that tomorrow if you wa-“ Venti started to laugh. His outburst surprising you. -“Then how about we go to Starsnatch Cliff?” Vent stood up, helping you to stand on branch as well. -“I don’t mind, but it will take some time to reach it.” Venti started to pack all the things into your bag again. “What are you doing?” you asked. -“Just hold on to me!” before you could ask why you two flew into sky. If someone was awake at this hour, they would hear someone screaming the Bard’s name and another person laughing from the sky.

#Genshin Impact x Reader #Genshin x Reader #Venti x Reader #Genshin Impact x You #My stuff #my short things #Happy Birthday Venti

[ggukkiedae]

notes: kai goes to see how seri is doing after the incident with other trainees, only to find out she's unfazed

setting: march 2018

word count: 665

“Hi!”

A familiar voice distracted Seri from her internal review of her last vocals class. She looked up to see who would be her maknae now that they were confirmed to be part of the debut team.

Kai happily settled next to her, giving her a hug and nuzzling his cheek to her shoulder. His actions made her laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the affection,” she began, “but why the sudden hug and face squishing?”

Kai hummed a little in false thought, “I just want you to know that I really appreciate the fact that you’ll be my noona forever now.”

“I know a bunch of people who don’t appreciate that,” she gently pulled Kai off of her.

The young boy pouted upon hearing that. Of course he knew about the incident with the other trainees! How could he not know when Beomgyu made the not-so-smart decision of telling Yeonjun about it with the intention of keeping it between them.

Kai was pretty sure their entire floor of their new dorm was aware of the situation.

Besides, even if Yeonjun didn’t yell about it, word travels fast amongst trainees, especially when it involves trainees getting scolded outside of training. By the end of yesterday, everyone knew what took place and were actively reaching out to him and the other set members to share their support for their debut.

“They were completely wrong, noona,” he looked her in the eye. “Did they really think they could get away with attacking you like that?”

She let out a humorless laugh, “I don’t think that counted as an attack.”

“They backed you into a vocal practice room.”

Upon the deadpan look he gave her, she raised her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, we’ll consider that an attack.”

“Like I was saying, did they think they could get away with attacking Yeonjun hyung’s favorite little sister?”

“He doesn’t have a choice but to name me his favorite,” Seri began, “but what do you mean? Yeonjun oppa has nothing to do with this, it was Heeseung that got me out of the situation.”

Kai looked at her judgingly. Was she really not aware of the fact that she practically had Yeonjun wrapped around her pinky?

Yeonjun had told Kai and Taehyun once, when they asked why Yeonjun was so fond of Seri, and he had told them that it feels like he found a long lost sibling he wanted to take care of. That’s why the elder was quick to chew out the trainees involved right when he heard what they did.

That may have also been the reason all the trainees were aware of what happened.

“Nothing,” he decided not to bring it up in case Yeonjun might wanted to keep his newfound protective streak a secret, “I just think people wouldn’t want to mess with you because you’re close with Yeonjun hyung.”

She rolled her eyes fondly, “He may be intimidating, but he’s literally super friendly to all the trainees. He’s like Mr. Congeniality.”

So she didn’t know. Kai shook his head. They had the rest of their career together to learn how they would react when the other members were involved. He might as well let Seri enjoy while she wasn’t aware of Yeonjun’s overprotectiveness yet.

“Wanna come to the convenience store with me? I heard they have a buy 1 get 1 promo for pastries.”

“You already know me so well, my maknae.”

A grin made its way to Kai’s face when he heard what he called her. It was one thing knowing they were friends while she called him her maknae, it was another to know he actually would be her maknae in the same group.

Just for that, he gave her an offer. “I’ll pay for any pastries you want if you let me share bunk beds with you.”

“Deal! We can watch a movie later, too!”

Oh, Kai was going to enjoy being in a group with Seri.

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#seri.kairi #seri.drabble #seri #yoon seri #txt 6th member #txt female member #txt female addition

[knightsofmidnight]

Arrogant Whelp (CRK modern AU)

Tags: modern au, purecacao fluff and angst, my oc, clotted cream being a dick, lots of swearing, my oc beats up clotted cream but there isn’t a ton of gore

Summary: a modern take on the big reveal from cookie odyssey, taking place in Caffeines bar.

It was just after sundown, and Dark Cacao, Hollyberry, and Pure Vanilla were hanging out in Caffeine’s bar, Night and Day Cafe. It was a coffee shop by day, and a bar at night, and the three found themselves there often. Cacao would often get himself a coffee before work and pick up a tea for Vanilla, and Hollyberry had spent countless nights there drinking “berry juice” and talking with Caffeine about their current adventures. Unfortunately, despite being close friends, it had been forever since they had been able to hang out together just the three of them. They would have invited White Lily and Golden Cheese as well, but Lily was still recovering from her several year long coma and Golden decided that with a little kid in the house, it would be best that they do something during the day so she could introduce the gang to Fettuccine. So here they were, Hollyberry having her usual drink while Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla treated themselves to cocktails they didn’t drink very often. They were chatting, catching up on major life events, joking around about the relationship between Crunchy Chip and Wildberry, and even getting Caffeine involved in the conversation whenever the topic switched to travel plans or some sort of crazy event they felt she would be interested in. And of course, Cacao and Vanilla teasing her slightly whenever she got flustered from Hollyberry’s responses.

Then, as any lovely outing among friends would face, it was ruined by a rather arrogant eavesdropper, more specifically, a regular at Night and Day that Caffeine did not get good vibes from.

His name was Clotted Cream.

“Well, hello there,” he started, glancing at the three from across the bar while swirling his drink, “fancy seeing you here.”

Dark Cacao stifled a groan. He knew Clotted Cream, as well as just how annoying he was. He would constantly try to get between Vanilla and Cacao, making comments on their parenting skills, trying to reveal lies (even though they were almost always just surprise anniversary gifts), and even outing Vanilla as bisexual to Dark Cacao, as if he didn’t already know that. He was constantly trying to get between them, get under their skin, do whatever he could to trigger any sort of drama for his own personal entertainment. He didn’t even have a crush on one of them, although he did try fake confessing to Pure Vanilla a few times. He just enjoyed the drama, and seemed so defeated every time his stupid tactics didn’t work. It was pathetic, really, and even Caffeine had jumped in and shut him up a few times. However, this time he took it too far.

“What do you want, Clotted?” Pure Vanilla asked, “my husband knows I’m bisexual, he knows I don’t love you, he knows that Dark Choco’s angsty teenager phase took a really dark turn, and we both know that we have surprise anniversary gifts for each other that we would like to stay a surprise.”

“It’s almost funny how desperate you are to cause problems between them,” Hollyberry chimed in, “I mean, it’s pathetic, but it’s practically turned into a game where we make bets to see what bullshit you’re going to be trying this time.”

“Oh, I know my last few plans were a bit… unsound, but this time, I actually have no intention of hurting you, just… warning you of something I feel you deserve to know.” He turned to Caffeine, “Does she have to stay here? This is really something that should only be shared among friends.”

“I can stay,” Caffeine replied, “I mean, they come here often enough that I view them as friends, and they include me in their conversations enough, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me listening in. But that’s up to them.”

“She can stay.” Dark Cacao grumbled through gritted teeth, “what are you ‘warning us of’ this time?”

Clotted Cream smirked. “I’m so glad you’re willing to hear me out, because it’s regarding some people rather… close to you. You know that gang that your eldest was part of? The cookies of darkness?”

“Of course,” Pure Vanilla replied, “but he left months ago! We’ve since been reunited and have been living very nicely together, thank you very much.”

“That’s not the point, but I’m glad you know who I am talking about.” Clotted glanced at Dark Cacao, “Although, you wouldn’t happen to know who runs that whole operation, would you?”

“It was Red Velvet’s mother, whoever that is.” Pure Vanilla replied.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Vanilla.” Clotted snapped, “Dark Cacao, you wouldn’t happen to know the true identity of Red Velvet’s mother, would you?”

“No, I don’t, none of us do,” Cacao replied, glancing around at his friends, “we have a detective looking into it, but as of now we don’t know much.”

Clotted Cream snickered. “Well, what if I were to tell you that I know who it is? As well as the fact that one of your dear ‘friends’ here knows the truth as well?”

“What are you getting at?” Cacao grumbled.

“What I’m getting at, is that the person behind the whole operation, Red Velvet’s mother, the one who took your eldest son away from you and turned him into a monster, is none other than White Lily, also known as Dark Enchantress!” He announced.

Tears started to well in Pure Vanilla’s eyes. “No…” he whimpered, “no, no, no…”

“And, if that wasn’t already enough of a betrayal,” Clotted Cream added, “your darling husband here, Pure Vanilla, has known the truth all along and has been lying to you for months! I’m sure if you ask him he’ll make some excuse that he ‘didn’t wanna hurt your feelings’ but no matter what excuses he makes to try and defend himself, he’s still the monster that just wants to defend his childhood best friend.”

At the sight of Pure Vanilla’s now sobbing state, Dark Cacao saw red, and he attempted to lunge at Clotted Cream.

Seeing Dark Cacao ready to attack, Hollyberry wrapped her arms around him from behind, restraining him before he could do any damage to himself or Clotted Cream.

“Let go of me!” He bellowed, clawing at the air and trying to fight out of Hollyberry’s grasp, “I will end that arrogant whelp!”

“Dark Cacao, come to your senses! This won’t help anything!” Hollyberry replied, tightening her grip.

To Clotted Creams demise, while Dark Cacao was restrained, Caffeine was not, and she took this as the perfect opportunity to punch him square in the nose, causing him to fall out of his chair and slide across the floor quite a bit. Exiting her station behind the counter, she stomped over to Clotted Cream and stepped on his chest, firmly holding him in place.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She yelled, “all they’re trying to do is have a nice family outing, and you have to come and ruin it all, like the pathetic little dipshit that you are! The White Lily that you claim is Dark Enchantress has been in a coma for years! And even if it was true that Pure Vanilla knew all this and didn’t tell anyone about it, has it ever occurred to you that maybe he’s still grieving the loss of his friend? That maybe the reason he hasn’t told anyone is because he’s still processing it and doesn’t know how to properly say it? No matter what the goddamn situation is, that gives you no right to barge in here like some hotshot celebrity and ruin everyone’s night! That was personal information that you just revealed, and if you know as much about this as you’re letting on, I could easily call the police and claim that you’re withholding evidence! Wouldn’t that just be fucking wonderful for everyone, you behind bars being interrogated while everyone just goes on their merry way and enjoys their peaceful lives!”

“I’m sorry!” Clotted yelled back, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “I just thought they deserved to know before the real villain of this story ruins everyone’s night for real!”

Caffeine chuckled darkly. “Oh, it’s too late for bullshit apologies. You’re the villain in this story, not White Lily. Now get the hell out, and never. Come. Back.”

Caffeine released him from underneath her boot, and he was quick to run out of the bar. She then turned to her friends, who were now sitting quietly.

Hollyberry had let go of Dark Cacao, who was now sitting in his chair, trying to contain his anger while Pure Vanilla quietly sobbed into Cacao’s shoulder. Caffeine returned behind the counter.

“I’m really sorry about that guys,” she apologized, “I should’ve banned him a long time ago, you guys didn’t deserve to have to deal with that.”

“It’s okay, Caff, Hollyberry replied, “trust me, it was bound to happen eventually. I’m just glad it happened here where you’re the only one who witnessed it. You could’ve lightened up on the aggression though.”

“Well, he needed to be put in his place.” Caffeine then turned to Pure Vanilla, “Are you okay? Was any of that stuff he said true? You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re uncomfortable.”

Vanilla sniffled and nodded. “I’m okay, and what he said was true- sort of. After Almond started looking into the case, I started doing my own research as well. From what I’ve gathered, White Lily and Dark Enchantress are sisters, and while White Lily was in a coma, Dark Enchantress stole her identity to try and stay hidden from the police. I’ve given what information I gathered to Almond, though it’s not much. I’m sorry for not telling you guys, I just didn’t know how to.”

Neither of them replied, and Dark Cacao started to get up from his chair to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?” Vanilla asked, “I promise you, I never intended to hurt you, and I wanted to tell you everything!”

Cacao smiled weakly and pressed a soft kiss to Vanilla’s lips. “You did nothing wrong, love. I know you would never hurt any of us, I just need to cool off right now. I’ll see you at home.”

Dark Cacao walked out, and after a couple of minutes, Pure Vanilla left as well, leaving some cash on the counter to pay their tab. Only Hollyberry and Caffeine were left now.

“Do you want a refill?” Caffeine asked.

Hollyberry handed Caffeine her glass and nodded. “Yes please.”

“Coming right up.”

Taglist: @janayuga @c00kietin @katsunemillennium @trustymikh

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #cookie run oc #crk modern au #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #purecacao angst #purecacao #pure vanilla cookie #clotted cream cookie #cookie odyssey #white lily cookie #dark enchantress cookie

[player188654]

Some fav ghosts fics for those of you who are interested.

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@cbsghostsdaily

Oneshots-

The Nightmare before Christmas - When a terrified scream wakes Flower from a deep sleep on Christmas Eve, she discovers that Thor isn't the only ghost at Woodstone Manor who has nightmares.

Or, the one where Hetty opens up about her past.

Who’s Danny?- While Sam tries to get her baby to sleep, the ghosts offer their somewhat (but mostly) questionable advice.

Don’t be cold my love- Isaac met Sam's eyes, his hand still covering half off his face. "What if I'm a bad Husband?"

It’s only teenage wasteland- Stephanie wakes up on Halloween.

Used to walk lines like high tightropes- When Trevor relives his death, it's broken jagged lights and distorted sounds and ice water creeping slowly into his veins. The terror of it - the realization that something was deeply, deeply wrong - still hasn’t faded, even two decades out.

Woodstone’s hottest couple- After some time of Sam not feeling her best, she begins to wonder if she has some sort of stomach bug, or another sickness. After googling her symptoms, she begins to wonder if it’s something else

Touch Me Tender- Now that HMoney is out, Trevor enjoys the fact that Hetty loves to touch him, openly, and that they spend so much time together - even sharing Hetty's bed and having sleepovers. Which leads to a slumber party and certain secrets coming out about Trevor.

Little Girl- Hetty was pacing back and forth on the carpeted floor of their bedroom at Woodstone manor. Her hands were on her hips as she walked back and forth, her corkscrew curls bouncing with every step she took.

I’ll Never Leave Your Side… Never Again- During the events of The Owl [Spoilers for Season 3 Episode 1: The Owl], Nigel finds Isaac is being a little too clingy. Aka Random missing scenes for Nisaac in The Owl

Multi-Chapter

Haunt Actually - “Oh,” says Pete.

Trevor squints at him. “‘Oh’ what? Good oh or bad oh?”

Flower fixes a studious gaze on Pete. “It’s an in-between oh. I can tell. There’s a vibe.”

(Or: Sam and Jay are having a baby. The ghosts are being completely normal about it. + other spectral shenanigans)

Safe Place-Insomnia is afoot at Woodstone manor as the ghosts adjust to their new sleeping arrangements (Flower & Hetty and Isaac/Nigel). Meanwhile Sam struggles with the fallout of finding a new estate lawyer. Featuring who got sucked off! [spoilers for A Date to Remember and The Heir...obviously]

Forever- is composed of nows-A traveling salesman arrives at the Woodstone B&B

Hettifrah- Hetty struggles with Elias' return but there are always her friends close.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts #ghosts cbs #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #sam/jay #stephanie ghosts #issac/Nigel #Hetty/trevor #fics #fanfics #I love fic writers

[teecupangel]

I searched far and wide hoping to quench my insatiable need to read, but none of the books in an archive of our own have satisfied me. In an effort to read more I traveled all around the world be it by land to visit the vast city of Wattpad, but I was not satisfied. I traveled by water to visit the islands of Nets, famous for their so called "Fanfictions" but I was not satisfied. I traveled by air to visit a place called Tumblr and began losing hope until I heard it, whispers of an author who takes requests and being on my last string I searched for them. I searched for clues on who it could be, only hearing the name Angel who likes Teacups, and vague as it may be I did not give up until the day I had found you, I cried in joy as I write this and hand you my request,

"Desmond but with fangs and claws like a cat, harem with maybe Haytham"

(Sorry for being long and unnecessary)

(Please don’t apologize, I enjoy getting asks and comments no matter what length they are)

Dear traveler, it appears that the rumors of my capabilities have been greatly exaggerated. I can only assume that it is due to the praises of my followers both here and in the archives of which I am also a weekly peddler of my wares. I am but a humble alchemist forever learning the ways of the legends and old ones. My alchemic priority will always be the wares I freely give to the archives and I am chained to my capricious mind which dictates what I shall synthesize to its full completion next.

What I can offer you, my dear traveler, is a small gift, synthesized from the ingredients I have that I believe you would enjoy.

And with that…

Let’s give Desmond fangs and claws like a goddamn cat.

.

Since this is meant to be a harem and I haven’t made any modern-day setup for a harem for a while now, we’re going full-on modern-day setting.

(not gonna lie, if you had requested cat ears as well, this would have been more like a kept pet kind of scenario)

Let’s say that Desmond lives on the Farm where it is common for people to have small fangs. Not that noticeable but certainly something that most humans do not have. When Desmond was born, they noticed his fangs were much longer than the rest, more cat-like, yet they weren’t worried about it. Maybe it was a quirk in their genes, who knows?

Then Desmond gets old enough to start crawling around.

He reached the sofa and… an urge takes over.

By the time his parents found him, he had been scratching the sofa with his suddenly sharp curved nails.

No.

Claws.

They had him checked out by the Farm’s doctor, of course, and they learn that the claws were retractable. With enough practice, Desmond learned how to bring out his claws at will.

Most of the time, he only showed his nails.

It has been drilled into his mind to hide his claws. To never show his fangs.

It was stifling. The claws gave him an advantage in training. Sometimes, he would lose himself and try to claw his own father.

He was told it was a dangerous weapon.

But Desmond simply saw it as a part of himself.

For it to be called a weapon…

It made Desmond feel like he was the one being called the weapon himself.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to use the word ‘itself’?

Did… did his father even see him as a person?

Years passed and his training continued. He grew older and, with age, comes more duties. More responsibilities.

The fear of the outside world has been drilled into his mind for so long. The Templars became background noise. He was told to fear humans in general.

They wouldn’t understand you.

They would fear you.

They will hurt you.

Desmond knew that.

All of his sparring partners, both the adults and the kids, would always have fear in their eyes whenever Desmond would use his hands during their spars. Even if he had clenched them into fists…

So he learned to use his legs more often yet the fear remained in their eyes.

They fear him.

And so… Desmond used their fear to take them down.

Sparring became boring after that.

No.

He hated sparring.

He hated the fear in the eyes of the people that were supposed to be on the same side as him.

That was when he appeared.

He was perhaps a year or two older than Desmond.

Bill whispered to him who he was.

An orphan born and raised by the Brotherhood, given the name of the legendary Master Assassin and mentor: Altaïr, the supposed best of the current children of the Brotherhood.

Not that they were still children… they were already teenagers yet the adults still liked to group them up as ‘children’.

He had an impressive blank expression that Desmond was quite jealous of. Bill always told him that he needed to work on his expressions.

They sparred and Desmond was caught off guard by how fast he was. He could see why Bill had brought him here to spar with Desmond.

He was faster than any of the adults Desmond had sparred with.

And ruthless with his strikes.

He aimed to take Desmond down as quickly as possible.

Without a hint of hesitation or fear in his eyes.

His mind seemed just as quick as his strikes, immediately realizing that Desmond primarily used his legs to attack.

So he kept closing the distance between them, not giving Desmond any time or distance for his kicks.

It was bound to happen.

He had been pushed into a corner.

A corner he didn’t even know existed until now.

Instincts and the thrill of finally having a sparring partner that didn’t look at him with fear in his eyes made his claws make an appearance before he knew what was happening.

Altaïr’s eyes widened for a moment before…

He slapped Desmond’s hand before it could scratch his face.

He jumped back, creating distance between them for the first time since he notice Desmond’s heavy reliance on his legs.

Desmond’s heart began to beat faster as he felt a coldness wrap around him when he saw Altaïr lower his head to stare at his claws.

The sting of his slap didn't even hurt. It was a quick move meant to stop Desmond. It was not meant to hurt him.

Yet... Desmond bit his bottom lip.

He didn’t want to see it.

He didn’t want to see those golden eyes turn fearful.

Altaïr raised his head and…

Desmond’s eyes widened as he saw the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire life.

His own lips curved into a wide smile, showing his fangs.

Yet Altaïr’s smile didn’t falter.

And that was the day…

Desmond fell in love with Altaïr.

Unorganized Notes (and set up for the Harem):

The beautiful smile Altaïr gave Desmond is seen as creepy by pretty much everybody else. It’s more on the side of feral and unnerving.

Altaïr and Desmond grow close because Altaïr regularly visits. The excuse is to spar with Desmond but they usually just hang out afterwards and talk. Altaïr would bring Desmond books whenever he visits after Desmond admits how bored he was on the Farm.

Desmond didn’t have the heart to tell Altaïr that the books he kept giving were a bit hard to understand and he kept reading them anyway, even going as far as talking to another kid (Shaun) that was the smartest kid on the Farm to ask help for the words that he couldn’t understand.

When Altaïr learned about it, instead of giving Desmond easier books to read, he made Desmond promise that he’d ask him instead for help and Desmond agreed because it means Altaïr would get closer to see which part Desmond has a hard trouble getting and he likes Altaïr’s warmth.

When they became Assassins, Altaïr and Desmond were put on the same team together with Malik and Kadar. Mostly, Altaïr and Desmond are the ones on the field, with Malik acting as backup, distraction, or additional ‘backend’ support. Kadar is their tech guy.

Malik and Kadar came from the same orphanage as Altaïr and they’re not scared of Desmond’s claws and fangs because “Altaïr waxes poetry about you whenever he returns from visiting you… very bad poetry” “I think it’s sweet.” “It paints you less as a monster and more as a cat.” “A very beautiful cat.” “Malik… Kadar… shut up.”

You can add Malik and Kadar to the harem if you want. If they’re not, Malik is forever suffering from the fluff and Kadar is 100% AltDes shipper only until it’s clear that Altaïr is okay with sharing Desmond and then he became 100% on board with shipping everyone with Desmond… even his own brother. (“I stop trying to make him stop. Ignoring him is better for my health.”)

Ezio gets transferred into their team later (if you want angst, the Auditore execution still happens but it’s with guns now, if you don’t want angst, Ezio got transferred because Giovanni thinks it would be better if he learns how it’s like to have non-family team members). Regardless, Ezio and Altaïr get competitive.

Desmond and Ezio start out as friends and Ezio know Desmond and Altaïr have a thing going on. It doesn’t stop him from falling for Desmond but he doesn’t do anything about it because he knows Altaïr is Desmond’s most important person.

Desmond does feel some attraction to Ezio but he ignores it. It actually takes Altaïr out right stating that he knows Desmond is falling in love with Ezio for him to acknowledge it. Desmond promises that he’ll love Altaïr the most and Altaïr just goes “Okay. I’m fine with that.”

Of course, this confuses Desmond so Altaïr had to explain that he was fine if Desmond wants to be with Ezio too, as long as he remains Desmond’s number one. (“Like… you’re at first place and Ezio is the runner-up?” “… I’m not using your love for us to compete against Ezio.” “You sure…?” “As long as you love me the most, I’m fine with you loving other people.” “Oh.”)

Ezio’s a bit reluctant at the beginning but seeing Altaïr okay with it, he does start to pursue Desmond.

They do end up competing for Desmond’s affection at times and it does get very competitive. Malik has to suffer thru it as the referee because Desmond is useless during these times, simply too happy with all the attention.

One of their competitions ends up with them talking about how much they love feeling Desmond’s fangs on their skin. Malik suffers listening to the many ways Desmond has used his fangs to pleasure these two idiots just to make sure they don’t start throwing punches (or suddenly telling Desmond to use his fangs on them). Kadar has been roped into judging them with the criteria: use of words, how vivid the picture they make in their speech, passion, and overall structure of the speech. Desmond is too embarrassed to even function at that point.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would join their team the last and he’s a year or two younger than Desmond. He’s been trained by an old Assassin veteran named Achilles and his grandfather without any other kids so he was transferred to the so-called ‘misfit’ team after initiation.

Ezio tends to go all big brother on him which Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciates but, sometimes, he feels that Ezio’s actions could be interpreted as babying him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton knows that Desmond is with both Altaïr and Ezio and Kadar had made it perfectly clear that “you can fall in love with Desmond too!”, much to Malik’s continuous suffering and embarrassment.

Unlike Ezio’s which has a bit of angst sprinkled in the ‘I’m falling in love with him and I know I shouldn’t’ miniplot, Ratonhnhaké:ton knows it’s okay to fall in love with Desmond. He falls in love quite quickly because… it’s Desmond… and he tells Altaïr and Ezio first.

Altaïr just tells him that it’s Desmond’s choice if he would love him back. And… that he’ll always be the one that Desmond loves the most. Ezio just sighs and tells Ratonhnhaké:ton to not be discouraged by those words. If Desmond loves him back, they’d accept him as well.

Desmond does fall in love with Ratonhnhaké:ton as well.

And everyone’s happy… except Malik who now has to deal with four people in love and his brother living vicariously thru Desmond.

As for adding Haytham to the harem, we can go three different routes: (1) Haytham remains a Templar and he becomes sorta like their archnemesis and he’s that polite flirting type to Desmond (with maybe a bit of questionable touching), (2) Haytham remains a Templar but they captured him and try to ‘unconvert’ him from his Templar indoctrination (“This is a stupid idea” “Maybe but it’s not a bad idea” “No, it is. The fact that I’m just letting you do this is a testament to how far I’ve fallen.” “Relax, Malik. It’ll be fine”) and they notice he’s attracted to Desmond and… stuff happens???, and (3) Haytham is an Assassin in this one and is part of a different team and much much older than them because he is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s dad so… sugar daddy tiimmmeeeee!

(btw, all the characters that speak with a Welsh accent have cat ears in Xenoblade so my parting gift to you: Edward Kenway with cat ears)

#it was either going to be god witch or alchemist #god got kicked because it feels like i’m pretending to be an isu #alchemist got picked over witch because i play lots of atelier games for the alchemy gameplay #(takes out spreadsheet filled with game item information and planned synthesis routes) atelier games are chill games! #ask and answer #desmond fangs and claws au #i was thinking of desmond would do the cat kneading thing #whenever he’s warm and completely covered #by all his men #and i thought #that would be too much so nah #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #condes #haydes