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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Looking for a Place to Happen 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, coercion, manipulation, trauma, sextoy, recording, anal.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: It was close but y’all wanted more Birch!Sam so here we go. This one is... porn. Let’s be honest lmao.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Chapter 5: Come on in, sit right down

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It was a pain you’d never felt before. It was more than physical, it was deep, it was like part of you was missing. Something taken from you. More than just that outdated concept of purity that you never bought into, more so your autonomy. You never felt very in control of your life, trapped in the small town with dreams but now your life was completely out of your grasp.

Sam left late, some time after midnight. It didn’t matter, you still felt him inside of you. You tried to rinse him off of you, out of you, but the shower only left you cold and hollow. You gave up on sleep just after five in the morning and you typed in a trance, barely thinking as your fingers fluttered over the keyboard.

Hours passed like days and you descended as you heard your nan below, the clink of her heavy cast iron pot on the stove. She cooked her oatmeal in it and it was heavy enough to hammer back in the loose floorboard in front of the fridge. She offered you some as you entered the kitchen and you sat at the table with a sigh.

“Is that man coming back?” she asked.

You tilted your head at her as she put a bowl in front of you and the bag of sugar just for you. You sprinkled the brown granules over your oatmeal and added milk, “you looking forward to it?”

“The only reason I didn’t spray Lysol in his eyes was because of you, girly,” she sat heavy with the jar of artificial sugar and the little cinnamon container, “you know I’d do anything to keep you safe even if you’re too dumb for your own good.”

You nodded and scooped up the thick oatmeal. You pushed your tongue through the oats and said nothing.

“I told you to stay away from that bar,” she huffed. The crotchety old lady was back.

“You seemed happy enough about the pie and wine,” you shrugged.

“You think I don’t know his kind. I’m an old lady, that won’t keep him from cracking my skull like poor old Mikey Rae,” she tutted, “that was the first biker I fucked with.”

“Nan,” you gasped at her language.

“Well, you’re an adult now. Gonna have to grow up quick if you messin’ with those boys,” she pointed her spoon at you, “but you say the word and I’ll twist his balls off. Being old only means I gotta be patient.”

You couldn’t help but snicker. You knew she was serious and you realised then that it was all a show. A cautious act that you’d mirrored for her own sake. But this was a problem you had to deal with yourself. The one thing you couldn’t live with was bringing harm to the woman who raised you.

“No ball twisting, nan,” you shook your head, “alright?”

“For now,” she returned, “but you be careful, girly. You’re in deep enough.”

“I know,” you bit the edge of your lip, “nan?”

“Mmm,” she grumbled as she swallowed.

“Mikey Ray, if he was one of them, who bashed him?” you asked.

“The second one, Colin,” she frowned, “cocky bugger, took what he wanted… until he got what he couldn’t handle.”

“And what happened to him?”

It was the most your nan ever told you about those days, more inclined to talk about her hippy festivals and protest arrests.

“I twisted his balls off,” she snickered, “in a manner of speaking.”

You drew your brows together as you watched her take another bite and she opened the pocket book of crosswords she kept on the table.

“In a manner of speaking?” you wondered.

“I plead the fifth,” she took the pencil from between the pages and adjusted her thick glasses, “but he wasn’t around to cause me any trouble.”

You shoved another spoonful into your mouth and sat back. You always thought your nan was a tough old bitch, you couldn’t imagine what she was like when she was your age.

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Sam showed up just after noon. You weren’t surprised but you weren’t happy either. You were only thankful he came in the back. You didn’t need Nan following through on her threats and you would rather she didn’t know about the visit. If you were fortunate, she didn’t notice him for her knitting.

He knocked on your door and you unlocked it. He made no move to enter as he twirled your phone between his fingers.

“Charged it last night,” he smiled, “thought we could have some more fun.”

“I’m working,” you said quietly.

“Did I ask?” his lips straightened and he tilted his head, “and it’s about time you came over. Kind feels off with the old lady just on the other side of the wall.” You winced at the memory of the night before. He noticed and chuckled. “Kinda hot too but… still,” he mused.

“You can’t come back later?” you crossed your arms.

“You were so good last night,” he said, “I don’t like this little game you’re playing so don’t make me give the old lady a show. Let’s go.”

You dropped your arms and grabbed your thinner jacket from the back of your chair and shoved your feet into your zip up Martens. He waited with his arm across the open door and you stepped past him as his other hand went to your ass and squeezed. He closed the door and followed you down the wooden steps.

The snow wasn’t as deep as the first fall and you crunched through to the sidewalk. He placed his arm over your shoulders as he ushered you along to the main road. You passed The Asp and cut through the lot as he waved to other members of the club.

“I talked to Bucky, let him know you won’t be an issue any longer,” he said, “right?”

“Right,” you echoed and hugged yourself against the bitter air.

“Aw, honey, don’t worry, we’re about to get you warmed up,” he led you down another side street and up the paved walk of a pale blue house, “this is my place, Chez, uh, Wilson.”

He let you inside and nudged you further in as he followed. You slid out of your boots and he helped you out of your jacket. His impatience showed as he unzipped his coat and tore off his own boots. He took out your phone and grinned.

“Today,” he held it up, “you can get this back… if you earn it.”

You stared at him and picked at the hem of your shirt. His eyes followed the movement of your fingers and he licked his lips.

“Why yes, you can take that off, that’s a great start,” he purred, “all of it.”

You clenched your teeth and gripped the fabric nervously. He shouldered past you and pointed across the front room.

“You can go wait for me in there,” he said, “I’ll be a couple.”

You nodded and made to pass him but he stopped you before you could enter the living room. The place was cozy even if you didn’t want to be there. He bent and turned your face up to kiss you sloppily. He tapped your ass again as he urged you onward.

“Gotta loosen you up,” he taunted, “in more ways than one.”

You continued across the room if only to get away from him, even if it wouldn't be for long. You pushed past the painted door and entered the bedroom. The wall was hung with a large framed diagram of a Harley and another of a bike engine. There was a large poster for the Godfather and a Marvin Gaye album leaned against a retro player. The bed was made and the carpet freshly vacuumed.

You went to the dresser and looked over the dog tags that hung from a miniature statue of David. You looked up at the large mirror over the dresser and you looked as scared as you felt. You gulped down your nerves as he entered and looked away from your reflection.

He had a stool in hand and kicked the door closed. He placed it between the bed and the dresser. He kept his hands on the top and his chest flexed beneath his grey henley. He watched you knowingly and tutted.

“You’re not naked,” he said, “don’t you want this back?”

He let go of the stool and revealed your phone once more. You murmured and lifted your shirt slowly. He went to the dresser and unfolded a small metal tripod and affixed the cell to it. He angled it then slid out the top drawer. You scoffed as he turned around with a large suction dildo and stuck it to the top of the stool, your hands frozen on your open fly.

“Um, what the hell?” you sputtered.

“I think you know what the hell but I’m more than happy to give direction,” he wiggled the dildo and let it wobble as he pulled away.

You gaped at it. You couldn’t fit that whole thing in you. How were you even supposed to get yourself onto that?

“Honey, quit stalling,” he warned as he put his hands on his hips. You blinked at him and scowled, “or we can make a special post for TikTok… but I think it might be against their terms of service.”

You glanced away and pushed down your jeans. You let your socks crumple in the ankles and stood to unhook your bra. He hummed as he moved to lean against the wall beside the dresser and crossed his arms over his chest. You hesitated before you shimmied out of your panties, shying away as you eyed the stool.

“Oh,” he pushed away from the wall and reached into the drawer again. He tossed you a tube and you caught it. Lubricant. “You’re gonna wanna get some of that on there.”

You inhaled deeply and flipped open the cap. You cringed as you hovered the bottle over the tip of the dildo and squirted it onto the silicone. You spread it down the length of the toy and your hand shook. You felt him watching you as embarrassment burned through you.

You finished and capped the lube and set it on the dresser. He nodded to the toy and lifted a brow. You hid your discomfort and approached the stool. You stepped up onto the crossbar and clung to the edge of the seat as you brought your knee up. You felt as if it would all topple as you brought your other leg up.

You shuddered as you felt the tip against your cunt and you reached unsteadily between your legs. You rubbed the head of the toy against your folds to spread the lube and peeked over at Sam.

“Go on,” he ordered, “if you can get that whole thing inside you, I’ll give you your phone back.”

You gripped the toy and pushed it back to your entrance. You lowered yourself a little so it stretched you just slightly. You scrunched your nose at the discomfort and slowly eased further onto it. You got halfway and stopped as you gasped. Your fingers curled around the seat and the toy.

“You’re doing good, honey,” his voice was smoky and you looked at yourself in the mirror. The phone blocked the bottom half of the toy but you could see your cunt around the top.

You bent your knees further and groaned as your walls strained around the dildo. Your eyes watered as it hit your cervix and you arched your back to take it as deep as you could. You cried out as you reached the base.

“Whoa, you really did it,” he mused, “fuck, you look good all stretched out.”

You whimpered and adjusted your legs as you tried not to slip.

“Well, you know what to do,” he motioned up and down with his fingers.

“Please,” you breathed, “I did--”

“Not done yet,” he said pointedly.

You huffed and lifted yourself carefully. You pushed back down and let out a moan as the toy grazed your walls. The fullness was overwhelming, a painful pressure laced with pleasure. You rocked your hips as you moved on your knees and gripped the edge of the stool, mindful not to shake the stool too much.

You closed your eyes as your breath hitched. You needed more. The toy could only do so much as your clit thrummed and the wetness spread down your thighs.

“Mmmm,” Sam came around you and snaked his arm down your front. He pushed his fingers between your swollen folds and circled your bud, “you like that, don’t you, honey?”

You whined as your nerves sparked at his fingertips and you sped up. He planted his foot on the crossbar to keep the stool from tipping and you rode out your orgasm as his touch spurred you on.

“Ah, fuck,” he pressed against your back, “I’m so fucking hard.”

You panted and opened your eyes. You looked at yourself in the mirror but quickly shied away. You were weak, so weak.

He stepped around you and reached for the lube. You watched him as you didn’t move from atop the toy and he rounded you again. He drizzled the lube between your cheeks and flung the lube away. He pushed his fingers along your ass and lingered on your tight ring. You winced and tried to lift yourself off the dildo.

He caught your shoulder and held you down.

“Again,” he ordered.

You glanced at him in the mirror and he gave you a stern look as his fingers tightened around your shoulder. You held your breath and began to fuck the toy again. He nuzzled the back of your head and poked against your ass until his finger slid inside. You cried out and his hand went to your neck as he urged you on.

“Ah, honey,” he whispered against your hair.

He drew his finger in and out of your ass as a burning pressure seared through you and added to that in your cunt.

“You can touch yourself,” he uttered as his fiery breath encircled you.

You did so without thinking. He pushed another finger into you and a squeak escaped your lips. You couldn’t help but delight in how the sensations mingled and bloomed to a new climax. He sped up in time with your hips and your legs shook as you came in a series of strangled mewls.

He kept on until you slowed to catch your breath. He slipped his fingers out of you and your head lolled as he removed his hand from your neck. You heard his zipper and as you looked back, his hand stretched across the back of your head and turned it straight. He bent so his head was next to yours and grasped your chin as he made you look at him in the mirror.

“One more time, honey,” he pulled his dick out and his tip brushed along your ass.

You tried to lift yourself off the toy but he hooked his arm around your middle and kept you on it.

“Sam, no, please,” you begged, “I can’t--”

“You can handle it all, honey,” he purred, “I know you can.”

His tip pressed to your ring as he forced you down on the toy. You exclaimed and he pushed until you stretched around the head of his cock. You gritted your teeth and threw your head back against his shoulder.

He pulled back and pushed in again. He got deeper with each slow thrust, an inch at a time, until you were filled by him and the toy. Your eyes welled and the tears trickled down your cheeks as you held onto the stool and grunted through each tilt of his hips.

He trailed his hand down between your legs and spread your folds as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. He moved you against him and on the toy. He pushed into as the dildo reached its limit and your voice grew louder and louder.

Through the agony, you couldn’t help but feel the unyielding tingle in your core and it crawled down your thighs and up your spine. The stool rocked with his motion but he kept you flush to him as he fucked you from behind. Your legs slipped over the side of the seat and you were impaled on the toy.

He didn’t let up as you gasped and gulped, whining as your cunt twitched around the silicone and you came as you reached back to scratch at his open jeans. He rutted into you without relent as he kneaded your thighs and his breath seared down your flesh.

“Ah, honey,” he muttered through his delighted groans, “goddamn, god-- shit, I’m gonna fill you up.”

He slammed into you as deep as he could and you felt him burst. He gave several long thrusts as rode out his orgasm and groaned. When he stilled he leaned against you and sighed.

“You can have the phone back,” he rasped as he caressed your thigh, “tomorrow.”

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cinebration · 3 years

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Cuts & Bruises, Wounds & Abuses (Captain Syverson x Reader) [Part 16]

The interview.

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Warnings: none

Gif Source: henry-cavlll

Mahmoud was waiting when you and Syverson returned to Warhorse. Syverson could tell by the man’s dejected look that he hadn’t made any progress with the sheikh.

“He did not answer your questions,” Mahmoud informed you.

Mild disappointment flickered across your face. “It was a long shot.”

Syverson decided then and there the sheik was an asshole.

“Give me an hour,” you told him as he led you into the building. “Then we can do your interview.”

Knots twisting his stomach, he watched the time tick by. When an hour passed, then another half hour, he went to your room.

You lay curled up on the bed, the tape recorder and notepad beside you. Peace blanketed your face as you dozed. Seeing you in genuine repose brought a tightness to Syverson’s chest he couldn’t dispel.

He flexed his left arm. It still ached from you hurting yours with the tripod. It had taken all his energy not to cry out when you did. He didn’t want you to know the secret.

He was afraid of how you would react.

Despite himself, he found himself staring down at you, his thoughts wandering. What would it be like to wake up beside you? Would you feel safe in his arms? Could he make the hurt go away? All of it, mental and physical?

Did this connection mean he could shoulder your pain?

Backing out of the room and quietly closing the door, Syverson went looking for Robinson. He found him in the mess, rummaging through the MREs for one of the more savory offerings. The man shot him a mischievous grin.

“Got some alone time with her, I hear. And more to come, I believe?”

If it weren’t for the fact he had come for advice, Syverson would have kicked him. Instead, he shifted back and forth on his feet, trying to figure out how to broach the subject.

He went with the most exasperating question. “What does it mean?”

“Forty-two.” Robinson guffawed.

Syverson glared at him.

Shaking his head and mumbling, “Get a sense of humor,” his second leaned against the MRE crate and answered, “What does what mean?”

“This…connection. The pain thing.”

“I told you. You’re—”

“No, not the soulmate thing. Why does it happen?”

Robinson frowned. “I don’t know. Why do some people look at each other for the first time and just know?”

“Am I…supposed to help? Can I…take the pain for her?”

Robinson stared through him. “You’ve got it bad, huh?”

“No. She just shouldn’t have to suffer like that.”

“Uh-huh.”

Syverson growled and stalked out of the room.

Robinson followed on his heels. “Captain, relax.”

“Fuck off.”

Syverson went to his room and slammed the door.

Robinson’s voice echoed beyond it. “The harder you fight, the worse you’ll be.”

Syverson yanked open the door. “What does that mean?”

“What do you think? You have a soulmate. Letting her go will be the biggest mistake of your entire life.”

“Not everyone is meant to be with someone.”

“The universe is literally telling you otherwise.”

Syverson shut the door in Robinson’s face before the man could see the fear in his own.

You woke from a dream that you felt more than remembered. Something about a sentinel keeping guard over you, protecting and reassuring you from harm. It was the best sleep you had had since arriving at Warhorse, even if it had been unintentional.

Glancing at your watch, you realized with a start that you had napped for two hours.

He’s gonna kill me.

You raked your fingers ineffectually through your hair, snatched up your tape recorder, and went hunting for the captain.

Expecting him to be irritated, if not downright furious at your tardiness, you were surprised to see him quiet and pensive, his face shadowed in deep thought. You knocked lightly on his door frame.

He visibly twitched.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I accidentally dozed off—”

“It’s okay.”

You glanced about the spare quarters. “Do you want to do it here or elsewhere?”

“The roof.”

Nodding, you followed him upstairs. The sun was yet hours from setting, but the worst of the direct sunlight had passed. A breeze kicked up, coyly playing with your hair.

Sitting on the bench, you set down the tape recorder and clicked it on as Syverson settled next to you. “You don’t have to answer all the questions.”

He nodded.

You paused, organizing your thoughts. “What made you enlist?”

Syverson remained silent for several moments, piquing your interest. At last, he replied, “My mother died when I was seventeen. She was really sick. After that…I couldn’t stay in that house anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, folded his arms over his chest. His “armor” again, you noted.

“It sounds like you have nothing tying you home.”

“No. Not at the moment.” His eyes bored into yours.

Suddenly bare beneath his gaze, you cleared your throat. “How long have you been out here?”

“Probably as long as you.”

“Okay. I know you can’t give me details—”

“I meant it as…I mean, we’ve both been here long enough to know the same things.”

You paused, frowning. “I’m not a soldier. You said so yourself.”

A furrow broke his brow. “When?”

“Not in so many words, but it’s what you meant that first day.”

He looked away, scratched at his beard. “I was wrong.”

You blinked, shocked. Clicking the stop button on the recording, you let the words hang there between you. Three little words, and yet they spoke volumes.

Or maybe you were just imagining it.

“I don’t need your pity,” you said at last, thinking of your arm.

He looked at you sharply. “I wouldn’t.”

Surprised again, you fished for something to say. Something about the intensity in his eyes took your breath away, your capacity to speak.

“Is that it?”

“Uh, what?”

“Is that the end of the interview?”

Shaking your head, you fumbled with the list of questions in your head, trying to recall the next one. All you could ask was, “Do you wish things were different? About here, I mean?”

“I wish the locals would help. Then I could go home.”

“But you don’t like home.”

“I never said that. I just want a different home to come home to.”

#Captain Syverson x Reader #Captain Syverson #Captain Syverson imagine #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill imagine #Sand Castle (2017)#Netflix Sand Castle

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firstdegreefangirl · 4 years

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Eddie Week Day Six: We Are Family

Word Count: 1241

Original Pub Date: 20 June 2020

Relationships: Firefam. It’s just the firefam. Hints of Buddie, but you gotta squint REAL HARD.

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“OK, is everybody here?” Bobby rolls up onto his toes and wiggles his pointer finger as he counts to himself, moving his lips as he looks around the group of firefighters milling around outside the station.

Not that he really needs to count, Eddie thinks. There’s only eight people on the crew, counting the alternates who rotate in and out so everyone can have days off.

“Everybody’s here, Bobby.” Athena sighs from her position behind the camera. “Just like they were last time you checked. Now can you all just line up in front of the trucks and take the damn picture?”

Eddie stifles a laugh at the way Athena rolls her eyes when Bobby tries to argue with her, and follows everyone else into a single-file line. They’re far enough down the driveway for the firetruck and ambulance to show in the background, just the way Bobby had sketched out – yes, on a whiteboard and everything – when he’d pitched the idea to the team.

A team picture, he’d explained, would increase morale around the station, serve as a visual reminder that they’re all working together toward the same goal. And if they put it on display, then anyone who stops by the station will know the people who are protecting them when things go wrong.

It had taken a decent amount of cajoling (and the promise of his famous pecan bars), but he’d finally convinced everyone to put on their dress uniforms and let the LA sun beat down on them for a photo. Athena and May are behind the camera, in charge of making sure that everyone looks their best. Bobby’s already told everyone how to line up – shortest on one end, tallest on the other – and they’d taken two hours to wash the trucks this morning, making sure everything is sparkling clean.

(Chimney had almost gotten himself saddled with a month of bathroom duty when he pointed out that the back of the truck isn’t even going to be in the picture, so there really wasn’t any reason to re-wax all the chrome parts until they reflected the sun.)

They line up, the shutter clicks twice, and when Athena steps back from the viewfinder, everyone relaxes.

They’re done, the picture is taken. Not completely painless, but easy enough.

Until May looks up, sets her coffee down and slides her sunglasses up to the top of her head.

“Really? That’s it? You’re only taking one photo? Bobby, you’re sure you don’t want something more creative?”

“Well …” Everyone freezes, the last flicker of hope that they might be able to go change back out of their dress uniforms fading right before their eyes. “I suppose it might be a good idea to have a few options.”

That’s all the permission May needs to step forward and start arranging people. Eddie would be willing to put money down that she’s the one organizing her friends for pictures when they hang out, as easily as she seems to picture who would look best where.

When she’s finished, nudging Athena out of the way so she can check her work through the camera’s lens, Bobby is standing between him and Buck, with an alternate on either side of them. Hen, Chimney and Tommy make up the front row, kneeling with their hands folded on their thighs.

May presses the shutter button, but looks up.

“Don’t get up. Chim, turn a little bit more toward Tommy. Bobby, relax. Shoulders don’t belong in your ears. Eddie … stop doing that thing with your face.”

“What?” He doesn’t think he’s doing a thing with his face. “I’m not doing a thing with my face.”

“Yes, you are.” Chimney doesn’t even look up as he’s shuffling closer to Tommy.

“You’re not even looking!”

“I trust May.”

“Good,” she smirks at Chimney. “Now turn back out a smidge. You went too far.”

“Chimney Han, don’t you roll your eyes at my daughter.” Athena glares at him and Hen starts laughing. “Henrietta, you’re next. You think I forgot what you said after that merlot the other night?”

Hen stops laughing, and Eddie tries to figure out what to do about his face while May leans back down to the viewfinder.

“Hang on, it’s all wrong.” She stands back up. “I can’t see the top of the truck.”

Everyone groans when she picks the tripod up and starts walking backward. After a few feet, she sets it down, checks the angle again and repeats the process until she’s satisfied with the camera placement.

“Better?” Bobby leans forward, like he’s trying to see the reflection in the glass of the lens.

“Better,” May confirms. “But you’re all too far away now. Stay just like you are, but forward a few feet.”

Everyone shuffles forward, and Hen reaches around to swat Chimney on the back of the head when he starts whining about a piece of gravel digging into his knee.

“Hush, we don’t need any reasons to stay down here longer!”

Eddie feels time slow down as May leans forward over the camera and positions her finger on the shutter button. All at once, four things happen.

Bobby rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to tell Hen and Chim to cut it out so May can take the picture. Buck rears back, sucks in two short breaths and sneezes so hard that Eddie’s first instinct is to fear for his health.

Tommy's first instinct, on the other hand, is to reach back and make sure that nothing from Buck’s sneeze landed on his head, while he turns around to glare. Chimney starts laughing, and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s doing whatever face-thing May had told him to change.

Then the shutter clicks and May recoils to stare at the group in horror. She presses a couple of buttons, then waves Athena over to peer at the tiny screen with her. They’ve hardly looked at the image when Athena steps back and doubles over, laughing so hard that there are tears running down her face and she’s gasping for breath.

She finally stands up, but her shoulders are still heaving when she wheezes out a reaction.

“Well, anyone who sees this picture is going to know exactly what kind of firefighters they’re getting when they call the 118: damned fools.”

Eddie is so taken aback by her response that he starts laughing too, and the whole moment seems to be infectious enough that everyone joins in. Before long, they’re all howling, leaning on each other and wiping their cheeks.

None of them are paying attention, so nobody sees May lean into the camera again, nobody hears the shutter click.

But a few weeks later, when Bobby gets the frame hung up on the wall in the garage?

It’s a perfect representation of their team, exactly how they act when the camera isn’t turned on them. When Bobby hands 4x6 copies around to everyone (plus prints of the picture right before it, which Eddie honestly likes even more), Eddie mentally starts clearing room for it on the shelf in his living room, right next to Christopher’s latest school picture and a snapshot of the two of them with Buck at the arcade.

When he gets home that night and fishes a frame out of the hall closet, the picture fits in perfectly with the others: a tiny tribute to the most important people in his life: his son, his Buck and his team.

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SkyFire 2: Chapter 11

The Mural & The Anniversary: September 201

Word count: 2.1k

Aurora's memorial song is Andie Case's See You Again/The Scientist/Stay With Me

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Aurora and Steve were working in their shared art studio a few days later. Aurora was wearing her prosthetic hand as she painted at her easel, thankful to finally be able to hold her palette again instead of piling paint pots on a side table. Ben had instructed her to only wear it for an hour or two each day to avoid injuring herself or creating pressure sores on her stump. She’d spent her hour the previous day at the piano, slowly retraining herself to play again and today she had allotted the time to painting. Both she and Steve had missed the hours they would spend together in the studio, soft music filling the comfortable silence between the two of them. Aurora was chewing at the inside of her cheek, her mind a million miles away as she focused in on the finer details of her mural concept.

“Hey pops?” she finally asked, drawing Steve’s attention away from his own canvas. “Do you have any plans this week?”

“No, why bug?”

“I’m going to be painting that mural at Columbia,” she explained, “and I was… I was wondering if you could come with me. But if your busy, it’s fine.”

Steve picked up on her anxiety almost immediately. There was a fine tremor in her right hand, her paint brush wavering in the air, and her eyes couldn’t seem to land on anything for longer than a split second. He knew if he placed a hand on her chest right now, her heart would be racing.

“I’d love too,” he smiled softly. “Always love watching you work.”

She returned his smile, the anxiety washing out of her in a wave, reassured that she wouldn’t be alone when she returned to the campus for the first time in almost a year.

xXx

As she walked onto campus Aurora was glad that she’d swallowed her pride and asked Steve to come with her. The terror she felt being back there was palpable and she felt herself shaking as she looked at the sprawling buildings in front of her. Happy had dropped them at the closest entrance to the quad, helping Steve pull her equipment from the trunk of the car. She had her backpack slung over her shoulders, full of brushes, paint tins and drop cloths, her prosthetic was mostly hidden under the sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt, red letters spelling out Columbia across her chest. Steve walked over to her side, dropping the ladder and bag of equipment beside her as Happy climbed back into the car and drove away.

“You ready to do this?” he asked, reaching out to squeeze her hand. She let out a shaking breath, continuing to stare out across the perfectly tailored lawn and she knew that without his hand in hers she wouldn’t have had the strength to put one foot in front of the other. She squeezed his hand in reply and it was only when she tore her gaze away from the campus to look at him that she saw her own nervousness echoed in his blue eyes, so like hers. In that moment she knew that he was reliving that day right along with her.

“I’m ready,” she replied. “You?”

“Let’s do this,” he said, smiling softly as he dropped her hand to pick up her supplies again.

Without another word they both strode off up the path in front of them. They quad was empty when they arrived and started setting up. After spreading out the drop sheet they quickly got to work prepping the wall and laying down a base coat of sunshine yellow. The happy colour helped pull them both out of their memories and Aurora set up a little speaker to play some of their favourite tunes. By the end of the afternoon they had finished the base yellow and Aurora had started to rough in the outlines of the figures in the foreground. Once the sun started to set, they cleaned off their brushes and rollers, leaving all the equipment in a storage room in a nearby building that had been cleaned out for her by the Student Union.

Steve wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked back through the campus towards where Happy was waiting to pick them up. “Thank you for coming with me Pops,” she said.

“Glad to be here,” he replied. “Feels good to be making better memories of this place.”

“Yeah it does,” she agreed. “I think that’s why I wanted to be the one to paint the mural when it was announced. I used to feel like I belonged here, and I want to take that back.”

“You will.”

xXx

She spent the next two weeks working on the painting, starting with the school mascot kneeling in the centre of the scene. On either side of the anthropomorphic lion, with a hand on each shoulder, were Iron Man and Captain America and behind them were the other first responders; police, paramedics, doctors and nurses, all standing shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, their heads dropped in mourning. The crowd behind the lion steadily lost colour as they moved towards the back of the scene until the furthest figures were only black silhouettes, a faceless mass of support. Across the bottom of the painting, at their feet, was the wreath of roses being placed down by the lion and then, lining the ground in front of them were 43 white pillar candles, one for each victim, their names painted in gold and flames glowing softly. She finished the piece with a frame bordering the image in soft metallic gold paint, the same paint she used for the lettering. When everything was done, she packed all her equipment off to the side and stepped back to take in the finished work. She felt a few tears slide down her cheeks as she read each name on the candles once again, every name burned into her brain, unable to be forgotten even if she wanted to.

She sent a quick email to the Student Union to let them know she was finished and then called Happy to come pick her up from the usual spot. She left all of her equipment in the storage room again, deciding that she was too tired to deal with taking it all home today. Maybe Pops would be free tomorrow to help her ferry it back. She shouldn’t have been surprised when Harry was the one waiting for her on the curb, but she was. A grin lit up both of their faces and he kissed her softly once she reached them.

“Do I not get to see the masterpiece?” he asked as she went to climb into the car.

“I’ll show you tomorrow when I come back with my camera and lights,” she replied. “I just wanna go home now.”

Harry silently agreed, holding open her door for her and then jogging around to climb into the driver’s seat. Aurora had been planning for what she wanted to do when she finished the mural for weeks and was excited to finally be able to enact her plan.

She’d been working on a video idea, and having gotten permission from the Student Union, she and Harry return to the quad the following evening, late enough that the sun has set, and the campus was nearly deserted. Harry helped her set up her lighting rigs, ensuring that the mural was softly lit under a warm glow. While Aurora turned her attention to setting up her video camera on a tripod, lining up the shot perfectly, Harry set up the dozens of battery powered candles they’d brought with them. Finally, everything was ready, and Harry moves behind the camera, hitting record when Aurora nodded from where she’d taken a seat in front of the painting, surrounded by the flickering glow of the candles. The scene was beautiful with the candles providing enough light to illuminate Aurora’s face while the mural was backlit, a faint breeze blowing through the quad to lightly lift Aurora’s long, dark curls. She’d taken her prosthetic off, the stump of her left hand visible below the hem of her black shirt.

Harry pressed play on his phone, music filling the night air as the video camera recorded the scene in front of him. For the past week, Aurora had spent her days on campus painting, and then once the sun set and she returned home, she had spent the evenings in the studio, recording the song now playing from Harry’s phone. It was a medley that Aurora composed of The Scientist, See You Again and Stay With Me, a soft piano track backing her vocals. After an hour, and multiple takes, Aurora was happy with what they had and ready to head home to start editing it all together in time for the anniversary at the end of the week. They quickly packed up the camera, lights and candles before leaving.

“I’m really proud of you,” Harry told her as they headed for the car. “It’s going to be a beautiful tribute.”

“Thanks,” she replied, holding out her hand for his and lacing their fingers together, his thumb brushing softly across the back of her hand.

xXx

◊Mark: The news is reporting on you painting the mural at Columbia. I’m getting bombarded with interview requests.

◊Aurora: and you think I should do one.

◊Mark: With the CMAs around the corner I think this would be a good way to relaunch your brand.

◊Aurora: Relaunch my brand? I’m rolling my eyes so hard at you right now.

◊Mark: Yeah, yeah, I know you hate all of this. Doesn’t make it any less true. Everyone has been itching to hear your side of things for the last year.

◊Aurora: Ok. I don’t like it, but I trust you. Who’s the best option?

◊Mark: How do you feel about Stephen Colbert? We were in talks to get you on there last year before everything happened and they’re planning a memorial episode with some of the other survivors.

◊Aurora: He’s been great to Dad and Pops. Can you make it happen?

◊Mark: Leave it with me and I’ll set it all up.

◊Aurora: I’ve been tossing up the idea of releasing a song and having all the profits go to the ColumbiaStrong fund.

◊Mark: They have musical acts on the Late Show, you feel up to combing the two?

◊Aurora: Perfect.

xXx

Harry and Aurora were curled up on the sofa the afternoon before her appearance on the Late Show, her head rested on his shoulder and his fingers brushed through her hair.

“Hey babe?” Harry asked. Aurora hummed in response, prompting him to continue. “I know we’ve got a lot on our plate over the next few months with the CMAs and then the wedding and the album in the new year, but there’s something I’ve been thinking about… I think I want to sell Erskine after the wedding.”

“What?” Aurora gasped, sitting up suddenly to look at him. “You love that house and you’ve put so much work into it.”

“I know,” Harry agreed, “and I do, but it’s my house and I want to buy somewhere with you. I want to have our house. I know that when we’re here in the states you want to stay in the tower so I thought we should buy a place in London together. Wherever you want. Maybe we could buy something in Wimbledon.”

“Oh, Harry,” she sighed, her voice laced with all the affection she had for the man sitting in front of her. “You’re such a romantic. I would love to buy a place with you. I think we should keep Erskine though. We both have a lot of good memories there. Maybe we could rent it out.”

“We could do that,” Harry grinned. “If we find something new before the wedding it would be handy to let all the family stay at the house after the reception since they’re already there, then we can just sneak out and won’t have to wait until everyone leaves.”

“I like the way you think Styles.”

xXx

The next day Aurora found herself in a green room at the Ed Sullivan theatre with her manager, Mark. “You ready?” he asked her.

“I hope so, because it’s a bit late now to change my mind.”

“You’ll be great,” Mark promised. “He’ll do the monologue and then introduce you. You’ll talk about your recovery and the charity work you’ve been doing with Steve and Tony, then you’ll come back out here for a breather while he talks to the other survivors. You sing Reaper and then join them all back on the couch for the second half of the interview with all of you.”

“Yeah, I know. I can do this,” she muttered.

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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years

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Arizona – Colby Brock x Reader PART 3/3 [BLURB]

[PART 1] [PART 2]

“MIKE!” Colby yelled from his room where he was currently setting up for the video.

“Yessir!” Mike popped his head in the door.

“I want the thumbnail to be you putting me in a headlock.” Colby laughed.

Mike popped his knuckles, walking towards Colby. “It would be my pleasure.” He’d put on a serious voice.

“Oh, shit. Never mind.” Colby leaned away from Mike, laughing.

“You two are ridiculous.” You laughed from the doorway.

Mike glanced at the camera to make sure the red recording light was on and tackled Colby onto the bed, pulling him into a headlock. “Don’t lie. You love us.” Your brother laughed, Colby flipping him over.

“Yeah, well…you can’t pick who you love.” You said in a dramatic sigh.

Colby looked over at you with a shocked look on his face giving Mike the chance to pull him into another hold. The two boys wrestled around for a few minutes before almost knocking the camera over. “Oh, shit!” Colby dashed to catch the falling tripod. “I’m pretty sure there’s a thumbnail somewhere in there.” He laughed, setting the camera straight.

“That whole thing needs to be at the end of your video.” Mike laughed, straightening his clothes.

“Oh, 100%.” Colby agreed, looking over at you. “Are you nervous?” he asked, sitting back down on the bed.

“Just because I don’t normally do this.” You said, pointing to the camera. “But not because of what we’re going to say.”

Colby nodded, understanding. “That makes sense. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though. I think you’re going to be a natural.” He smiled, looking over at Mike who was settling down next to him. “You ready?”

“Very.” Mike smirked.

*GIRLFRIEND TAG! (not clickbait) [SERIOUSLY – this isn’t clickbait]*

The video opened with Mike and Colby sitting next to each other on the edge of Colby’s bed. They stayed silent just staring at the camera for a few seconds. Mike looked mad and Colby looked scared.

“Coooolllbyyyyy?” Mike said in a scolding voice, staring into the camera.

Colby’s eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“What did you do?” Mike looked over at him.

“I…I uh, I asked a girl out…” he said, acting like he was afraid to answer.

“What girl, Colby?” Mike pressed, crossing his arms and flexing.

“Umm…Her name is Y/n.” Colby answered, making sure to look anywhere but Mike or the camera.

“And how did you meet Y/n?” Mike started leaning over Colby in an intimidating manner.

“In Arizona?” Colby ducked, shrinking away from Mike.

“And who is she?” Mike asked, turning to stare back into the lens.

Colby turned to look up at Mike, squeezing his eyes shut before answering. “Your sister.”

Mike threw his arms up and yelled in an excited voice. “Colby and my sister are dating!”

Colby busted out laughing, clapping and falling back on the bed for a second. He sat back up. “I know you’re like the goofiest dude I know, but you can still be so scary.” Colby laughed.

“It runs in the family.” Mike snarked, looking over at where you were standing off camera.

“I am not scary!” you answered, Colby making a ‘really?’ face at you before turning back to Mike. “So, is there anything you want to say before I bring Y/n in?”

“Umm…welcome to the family?” Mike teased, half tackling Colby to the bed in a hug. “But seriously” he said, turning to the camera. “All of the Sam and Colby fans welcomed me into the Trap House friend group with open arms. Hell, the reason I’ve been able to keep making music and quit my day job is because of the same people watching this video. Y/n’s been my rock since we were little kids. She’s literally the best person I know and seeing these two together, you’re gonna get it. It’ll make sense. Just give her a chance.” He nodded, looking over at Colby.

“Thanks, brother.” Colby said, hugging him before Mike stood and pushed you towards where he was just sitting. “Here she is.” Colby was laughing looking at the terrified look on your face. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit next to him, his arm around your waist from behind.

You sat down and covered your cheeks with your hands for a second, gaining some composure. “Okay. I got this. We’re good.” You smiled over at him, closing your eyes when he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Yes, ladies and gentlemen. This is not clickbait. I’m no longer a single, lonely, emo boy.” He joked, looking over at you. “Like you heard in our little opening skit, this is Mike’s sister, Y/n.”

You waved to the camera. “Hola.” You looked back over at Colby seeing him staring back at you. “Oh, God. We’re so awkward.” You laughed.

Colby shrugged. “That’s okay.” He said, leaning in to kiss you. He turned back to the camera. “OKAY! I tweeted out earlier to you guys asking for girlfriend/boyfriend tag questions and we’re going to answer a few of them.”

“What’s the first one?” you asked, looking down at his phone. “Ooo, that’s a good one. It says, ‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

“MIKE!” Colby yelled, laughing. “We need you one more time.”

“What’s up?” Mike said, ducking down into frame.

Colby held his phone up so Mike could read the question, laughing at the dramatic face he made. “This bitch kissed my own sister in front of me before even telling me he liked her!”

“You act like that was the dramatic part.” You laughed. “Mike jumped over my kitchen island, chased Colby around my dining room, out the back door, and then tackled him into the pool.” You explained to the camera.

“He wasn’t actually mad.” Colby clarified. “He kind of played match maker, actually. I found out later he literally invited me to see if we’d hit it off.”

“Sneaky bitch.” You said, sticking your tongue out a Mike.

“I’ll take that as a ‘thank you’”, Mike laughed, going back to the living room.

“Our first kiss was actually kind of cute, though.” You turned to Colby.

“It was.” He agreed. “I was terrified to kiss her, but I told her I really wanted to. She started listing all of the reasons It wasn’t worth it INCLUDING the fact that Mike was literally staring at us.”

“He surprised me.” You said, fixing a stray section of his hair. “He looked like he was going to walk away, but then I heard him say ‘it’s worth it’…he tasted like Jack Daniels.”

Colby blushed. “It was definitely worth it.” He said, looking back down at his phone. “Okay, next question…What were your first impressions of each other? You go first.”

“Mine is kind of in two parts. Mike had talked about you before I actually met you.” You explained, turning to the camera. “I knew that he was a good friend, laid back, a good listener. My brother was very grateful for Colby. Mike and I talk a lot, so I heard about it.”

Colby smiled over at you. “What’s the other part?”

“The phone call in the car. You said ‘my momma taught me better than that’ and I kind of melted a little. It was adorable.” You blushed, ducking your head for a moment.

“She called me country boy all week.” Colby said to the camera. “I guess my first impression started with the phone call, too. You sassed Mike and called me sweetie, I think.” He laughed. “but honestly, it was seeing how you took care of everyone the next few days that solidified it. I thought you were very…” He looked around, trying to find the right word in his head. “You made me feel very comfortable.”

“I’m glad.” You rested your hand on his leg, squeezing his knee.

“You pick the next question.” He said, covering your hand with his.

“Hmmm…Okay, here. ‘When did each of you know you actually liked the other?’” you read.

“Easy.” He said, turning to the camera. “I had a little crush on her from the moment I met her…but what made me realize I was in deep was the night I drunkenly stumbled into her like, art studio area. I was not having a good night and she made me sit down and talk. Actually…” he stood and walked over to where the necklace you had made him was hanging, grabbing it and joining you back on the bed. “She made me this that night. I was just super in my own head and I felt dumb for being so upset about some stuff I was dealing with and she just… She was so loving and genuine. And she actually listened. She made me feel like my frustrations were valid and that I deserved better.” He shrugged. “It ended up being the best night of the whole trip.” He smiled over at you.

You tried inconspicuously wiping the tears that threatened to fall at any moment, but when Colby saw your watery eyes, he pulled you to him. “You’re not allowed to put me crying in the video.” You laughed, taking a deep breath and making sure your tears were gone.

“Oh, it’s going in there.” He laughed, wiping his thumb over a spot you missed.

“Brat.” You smiled at him, turning towards the camera. “I definitely fell for him that same night.” You nodded your head in agreement. “We had a good long talk while I made that necklace. I didn’t think he’d ever actually want to date me, but I was happy I had met him.” You looked over at the soft smile on Colby’s face. “You’ve got a good heart.”

“This video started out funny and now it’s just cute and gooey.” He laughed.

“Pick the next question.” You said, laughing.

“Here’s an easy one.” He said. “How long have you known each other?”

“Three weeks? Almost four?” you said, raising your eyebrow in question.

“Holy shit. Yeah. It feels like so much longer.” Colby laughed.

“It does.” You agreed. “Okay, this one is cute. ‘What are your nicknames for each other?’”

Colby lifted his finger to point at the space on the screen where he would put a screenshot of his tweet. “She calls me Kansas.”

“I do.” You smiled. “And country boy, sometimes. I don’t think you have one for me, though.” You said, trying to think of one.

“Not really. I always answer the phone with ‘hey beautiful’, but I don’t know if that counts.” He agreed. “I have her as Mamacita in my phone.” Colby laughed.

You laughed. “Hearing you try to pronounce any Spanish word makes me laugh.” You said, handing him his phone so he could find another question.

The two of you answered a few more questions, sharing a few more funny moments and a few squishy ones.

“I think that about wraps this up.” Colby said, pulling you to lean into his side. “I know that a lot of you guys are going to be confused when you realize this video really isn’t clickbait.” He laughed. “You guys know that I’ve never introduced a girl as anything more than a friend, so this is new territory for all of us. I just…I want you guys to know that I’m really happy. If I didn’t actually think that this was real and going to last, then I never would have made this video.” He looked down at you. “Anything you want to add?”

“I don’t really know what to say.” You laughed. “I guess I want them to know that I love you. And that I understand that I’m this new scary stranger to them.”

“Guys, that’s the second time she’s said she loves me today.” He teased you, talking to the camera. You hid your face behind your hands. “I love you, too.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t even think about it.” You laughed, leaning up to kiss his lips. “I guess it just felt right.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” he nodded, turning back to the camera. “Guys, if there are any videos you want to see us do together, let us know in the comments. I know you don’t know her very well right now, but the more you do the more I know you’re going to love her. I think we’re going to end this here, but make sure to check out Sam’s video tomorrow! We played a game during Pizza Night and Y/n surprised me. It was really cute and I know you guys are going to gif the hell out of it.” He laughed. “I’ll catch you guys later. Peace!”

*video end*

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wishful-sins · 5 years

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Live (Chapter 1)

CamModel!Male!Orc x Female!Reader

You unlocked the front door to your apartment while lazily kicking off your work shoes. You were barley in the door frame before they were completely off. Haphazardly you dropped your bag on the floor by the door and shambled like a zombie to your comfy couch, face planting onto the throw pillow and letting out a long and relieved moan. You stretched out and laid there for a few moments debating whether you wanted to take a nap or not.

As you shimmied to get yourself comfortable you felt a certain tension between your legs. You groaned as you moved your hips against the couch cushions. As you moved you only further agitated the feeling, so you decided to do something about it.

Before you could decide what you wanted to do you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You pulled out the device and read the notification.

Valk: I’m going live now. Also doing an unboxing if you wanna watch ;)

You smiled and typed a quick reply before pocketing the phone again.

Eventually you were able to force yourself off your couch and find your laptop. After gathering it, your charger, and a special drawstring bag that you kept in your dresser drawer, you set them down on the chipped coffee table and plugged in the computer. As it booted up you took the opportunity to change into something more comfortable than your work attire. Shedding your skirt and button up shit you replaced them with a tank top and runner shorts. You also took the opportunity to remove your bra and throw it into the hamper.

As you organized your little set up you couldn’t help but feel more and more excited. You eagerly logged into your computer and without hesitation opened your browser to find your list of bookmarked websites. Scrolling down the list until you found url for monstercamx.com. You clicked the tab and entered your log in information so fast you messed up a few times. Your efforts were well rewarded with the unfiltered homepage of the site.

You moved your cursor to the search bar at the top of the page and typed in the familiar name Gr33nDemon26. You clicked enter and were brought to the page of a handsome orc you knew all too well.

You clicked on the thumbnail with the red and white icon that indicated it was live. The video window filled your screen and you saw your amazing boyfriend, Valk.

The video showed him sitting at the foot of his bed, shitless of course, his foresty green skin on full display. He wore loose light gray sweatpants with obviously nothing underneath, subtly showing off his giant bulge. His massive arms we out to play with all his ink exposed. You bit your lip as you watched his arms flex as he reached back to tie his long black wavy locks and braids into a loose bun. He grinned cheekily at the camera, his medium sized tusks causing his smile to become a little crooked yet all the more adorable.

You know his set up well from all the times you stayed at his place. His camera and tripod were sitting on top of his dresser as to get the best view of his room and bed. He also had a big screen tv fixed to the wall behind the camera connected to the internet so he could see all his tips and live chats. He was a professional and he acted like one.

“Welcome back, everyone,” he said in a low, sexy, yet playful tone. He may be a pro but he wasn’t too serious all the time.

“I’m real excited about this stream. You all have sent me such awesome gifts I thought I’d open them on camera for you all. Maybe I’ll even use one by the end. Don’t worry the fun stuff is coming.”

You laid back on the couch and watched as he reached behind him and pulled a box from the pile and rip it open, pulling out the contents. He made sure to thank the fans who sent him gifts though he was courteous and named them by their usernames. Normally his fans would send him sex toys or lube or novelty sex items even really bad porn games that he would play on occasion… naked of course. Sometimes outfits. One stream you remember he had tried on a leather daddy outfit someone had sent him and got many, many tips for it. You remember this because he’d worn it during one of you more private shows.

Though he was thankful for all he was sent he didn’t dwell on them too long. The people came here for a show after all.

“Thanks again for all the gift you’ve sent, if you guys want to send me more you can send them to my P.O. box. I put the address in my bio. Now I think I want to try one of them out,” he said in a sultry voice.

Out of the group of toys he had received he presented a very realistic masturbator. The kind that is actually shaped like a woman’s ass with two holes in it. The kind that you thrust into instead of moving up and down with your hand.

“This one looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun,” he said as he pulled it out of its packaging. He squeezed the silicone butt cheek before laying it down on the bed next to him.

“Thanks again, MissTrix,” he said as he prepared the toy.

You recognized that name. She was a popular elf cam girl. She and Valk often did collaborations since you all lived in the same city. Their streams together are insanely popular. Probably having to do with the fact the MissTrix is such a tiny girl with large breasts and Valk is a huge hulking orc that towers over everyone. That visual size difference is rather erotic in a sexual context. At first you were skeptical and even a little upset when you found out about their work together. But soon you came to realize that their relationship was nothing more than professional, maybe platonic at the most, as the three of you have hung out before. You trusted Valk fully, even if you weren’t a huge fan of his streams that weren’t just him.

As Valk got ready to begin the livechat was filled with people cheering that the show was finally started. Messages like “finally!” and “get on with it!” and “Let’s see the cucumber baby!” scrolled up your screen in rapid succession.

Valk stood up from the bed, his tree like height made his head go out of frame as he palmed himself through his sweatpants groaning softly at the sensation.

“Alright,” he said his voice much lower now it was time for some action, “Now let’s have some fun.”

You looked at the live chat as all the other viewers were furiously begging him to take off his pants. He chuckled as he read the messages and sated their cries by digging his thumbs into his waist band and pulling his pants off slowly. Agonizingly slowly.

As he pulled then down, more and more of his enormous cock became visible. You bit your lip in anticipation as the elastic waistband was pulled all the way down and his rock-hard cock sprung up and out of his pants. The thick head was flushed a darker green than the rest of his shaft and was already leaking precum. Beneath his shaft was a heavy pair of balls that were cleanly shaved. Valk liked to do manscaping for his streams, though he did always keep a patch of hair just above his cock.

Valk gripped his member in his fist and began pumping it up and down. Slathering the precum all down his shaft. He moaned and grunted from off frame as he continued pumping himself. He turned to the side to give the audience a full look at his throbbing cock.

At this point in most of his streams the messages stopped, and the tips flooded in even more. A few times people will message generic things like, “oh yeah baby,” or “that’s hot”. But since he was so preoccupied, he rarely had a chance to read them.

After pumping his cock a few more times he released it and stepped over to where the toy was situated at the edge of the bed. He stood at the side of the bed giving everyone the perfect view of his length relative to the toy. He placed his hands on the fake ass and aligned himself with the hole. He thrusted his hips as his cock was buried in the silicone pussy.

You were already hot and bothered at this point but now you were pushed passed the edge. You grabbed the bag from the coffee table and opened it, reaching inside and pulling out a bright pink vibrator. A toy that Valk had given you as a Valentine’s Day present last year. It wasn’t nearly as big as him, but it got the job done when he wasn’t here. Plus, the powerful vibrations more than made up for its size.

Grabbing a bottle of lube from the bag, you coated the toy and pulled down your shorts and underwear to your knees. You rubbed the slick head of the vibrator around your clit and against your labia, occasionally dipping the tip into your hole just to tease yourself and get you going more.

You listened and watched as Valk pounded into the toy, getting more and more rigorous with each minute. He moaned louder as his hips jackhammered into the fake ass.

Oh god how you wished that was you right now. Getting pounded into the mattress, your body barley being able to accommodate his massive girth and length, clenching at the sheets and screaming with ecstasy into the covers. Those thoughts only served to get your pussy even wetter as your slick coated your lips and making your toy glisten.

You inserted the toy and pressed the button which started the vibrations. You grabbed the toy by the hilt and began thrusting it into you, trying to match Valk’s movements, pretending it was at least his fingers inside you right now. You groaned in pleasure as the vibrator massaged all your most sensitive spots. With your free hand you moved to rub circles around your clit, imagining it was Valk’s big meaty fingers flicking and pinching the little sensitive button.

Your toes curled against your carpet as you watched and listened as your boyfriend continued to fuck the toy with reckless abandon. You could always tell when Valk was actually enjoying himself and when he was just putting on a show. He had told you he likes to think of you to get himself going. He doesn’t like being fake about it. He’d even admitted once to having a bit of an exhibition kink. The idea of taking you on camera as you both knew hundreds of people were watching excited him greatly. Not have it be a show like he does with other cam models he colabs with. Having it be real passionate love making that others could see in real time. Like someone just put a camera on you two when you had sex.

He never pressed you on this, however. He never asked you to be on a stream with him. He knew you would not be comfortable with that. He also never said your name on camera. He expressed he had a girlfriend but never divulged any other information. He was very popular on the site and he didn’t want to force that kind of spotlight on you. Or risk someone trying to find you or use his profession against you. He was in no way ashamed of what he does, and he knew you weren’t either, but he didn’t want to risk someone getting the wrong idea about you. Such a gentleman.

You were reaching your peak as you continued fucking yourself with the toy. Your fingers continued their assault on your clit as well, pushing you even further to the edge. You watched Valk pull himself from his own toy and begin stroking himself again. This time much harder and faster than when he had started. You could see the sticky threads of precum as his hand moved up and down his shaft and the sound of wet flesh mixed with his moans and animalistic grunts were music to your ears.

“Ahh! Fuck yes,” he moaned and hissed.

A few more thrusts of your own toy and you felt your inner walls contract around it. Waves of electricity flowed up your spine and all throughout your body. An explosion of sweet release. Your legs stretched out as your entire body coiled like a spring and just let go all at once. You moaned out loud, not caring if the neighbors heard you. Who cares? You’re a woman with needs.

You slumped against the couch as you’re high slowly yet steadily dissipated, leaving all your muscles with a warm tingling feeling. Breathing heavily, you pulled the toy from your body, letting out a light gasp as your flesh stretched around it only to relax again once it was gone. You set the toy on the coffee table. Not wanting to get your slick all over the cushions. Though to be honest you were very close to not caring right now.

You continued watching the stream, as Valk also rapidly approached his own climax. He kept pumping his cock, his green skin damp with sweat and his muscles rippling under his skin as his body tensed. With a very loud grunt, Valk squeezed the base of his cock as white ropes of cum shot from the tip, he pumped it a few more times, milking his shaft and prolonging the pleasure he felt. He kept cumming, his seed spilling into his hand and the back of the toy he had been using, hopefully he didn’t get any on his clean sheets. You watched his whole body relaxed as his climax finished and he panted like a hot animal. You bit your lip at the sight, wondering if that was enough to make you want to pull up one of his archived streams and go for another round.

With what strength you had left you reached for your trackpad and clicked on the little dollar sign button next to your username. You entered a number and clicked enter. A blue notification appeared next to your name with the dollar amount you had just paid with the message, “perfect show big boy ;)”. A nice fifteen-dollar tip for a good show. That sounded fair.

As you regained your composure you watched Valk do the same. Gathering himself enough to make a few more sexy remarks, another thank you to MissTrix for the toy and to thank his audience for watching. He winked into the camera as he signed off before turning off the camera officially ending the stream.

You clicked off the screen and relaxed against couch, closing your eyes and basking in the afterglow of your climax. After a few minutes of silent bliss, you heard your phone vibrate on the cushion next to you. You lifted the device and clicked the screen on to read the notification.

Valk: I’m headed over…

You weakly smiled and typed another simple response before lifting yourself from the crouch and shambled to the shower, the leftover pleasure in your muscles mixed with the tiredness of the day didn’t help with your balance. You shed your clothes a second time and stepped into warm shower rinsing the smell of your own sex off of you and rejuvenating your muscles.

After your shower you changed into even more comfortable clothes, a pair of soft leggings and an oversized sweater that hung off your shoulder. You were too busy vigorously drying your hair with a clean fluffy towel to notice the soft knocks on your front door. When the second, louder set of knocks reached your ears you discarded the towel on to the bathroom floor and walked to the front door.

The door creaked open and you looked up at your tree like boyfriend standing in the door frame. He smiled down at you and you noticed he must have also taken a shower right after his stream as his black locks were still damp and clung to his shoulder. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss, your lips fitting perfectly in the space between his tusks.

You stood aside to let him in and that’s when you noticed the plastic bags in his hand. You smirked as you closed the door and he placed the bags on the kitchen counter. He began digging through the bags, pulling out several Chinese take-out boxes and two pints of ice cream. He placed the ice-cream in the freezer and turned back to you with his arm crossed over his broad chest.

You looked at him innocently as you grabbed one of the boxes and peeked inside.

“I thought I told you that you shouldn’t tip me,” Valk said.

“But you did such a good job,” you defended as you looked at the massive orc with innocent eyes, “I wanted to show you my appreciation for putting on such a great show.”

He chuckled and leaned forward on the counter making direct eye contact with you.

“You show me your appreciation when there isn’t an audience,” he said smugly, “You make it very, very clear.”

Instead of answering you planted another sweet kiss right on his lips. He reciprocated, his hand gliding up to rest against your cheek as you smiled into the kiss. Valk pulled away first making you whine a but in irritation.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he said with a smirk, “Let’s eat first and then we can have a good time. Besides, you’re technically paying for dinner.”

END

Helloooo everybody who’s reading this! I hope you enjoyed my story. It’s the first real monster boyfriend story I’ve fully written and I’m really proud of it. I hope it doesn't bother too many people that the reader insert character is female in other stuff I write I try to keep reader insert characters gender neutral. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed it and any feedback is appreciated. I already have ideas for future chapters of this story!

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 5 years

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Faded Polaroid Love

Pairing: Photographer!Yoo Kihyun x Art Student! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 3,098

Requested: Yes

“Today we take our sketch pads and pencils out into the open to grace our beautiful model, Layla.” The professor introduced our model for the class—a flowing cornucopia of golden tousled locks, electric blue irises, constellations of freckles placed upon her tanned skin. Her skin seemed to hold no imperfections as she bowed, greeting the class, “Gather your things and let's take a trip out to the garden.” You stood from your easel, slipping your supplies back into your messenger bag, following in tow with the rest of the class as you filed outside to the garden.

Spring was definitely in full bloom, the cherry blossom trees were fanning out their pastel pink petals all across campus, painting the school grounds in beautiful shades of pinks. The millions of spring flowers could be a scene from any art gallery, they come to decorate the earth, to live simply, to drink in the sunlight and rain, to grow and have their time to live, “Are you paying attention?” A soft voice found your ears and you turned to meet your best friend, Maria’s, gaze.

“Yeah, just spacing out for a second.” You offered her a smile and she slipped her arm under yours.

“You seem to be doing that a lot lately, you wanna talk about it?”

“Nah, nothing really worth talking about.” You rested your head against her shoulder, the class stopping in front of you.

“Alright class, Layla is going to get into—”

“Sorry, Professor Keeting, I’m here!” A familiar male voice erupted from behind you and Maria, you turned around to see—

“Kihyun, you’re late.” Professor Keeting hissed, motioning for him to come to the front of the class, “75 percent of you should know who this is, this is Kihyun. He graduated top of his class with a degree in photography, today he’s here to help take photos of all of you working on your projects—”

“Did you know he was coming by today?” Maria whispered into your ear to which you responded by shaking your head.

“No…” Your gaze stayed on him, your heart already causing a ruckus inside your chest. You’d known Kihyun for years, ever since you were in high school actually; he was your older sister’s boyfriend, but they ended messily, and you didn’t see him again until your freshman year at college. That was two years ago, but he still made your heart flutter as if it were yesterday—velvety cinnamon irises hidden behind long full lashes when he blinked, pale pink lips curled into a smile showing off his perfect teeth, loose driftwood tinted curls getting swept up in the gentle spring breeze—Kihyun is the epitome of your dream man.

“Take your spots however close or far away in the field you want and get started, you have an hour and then you get to take a photo of her to finish later.” You made eye contact with your instructor and she put her hands together and pulled them apart telling you to separate from Maria.

“Wow, what a snake.” Maria growled.

“She just wants a different a result from everyone.” You hummed, scoping out a good spot, but every place you wanted was already taken. You grumbled taking a spot that was a little further away from the pack of students and plopped down onto the soft grass. You tugged your sketchbook from your bag as well as your pencil case, you flipped open to a blank page and pulled the respectively numbered pencil from the pouch and began your sketch.

Kihyun made his way around the widespread pack, taking pictures of them working on their pieces, but his eyes kept wandering back to you. His camera focused on you from afar, snapping your beauty in its lens, he knew he was supposed to be taking pictures of everyone, but he was drawn to you like graphite to the card stock of a sketchbook. He felt like he spent only minutes on your figure, but in all reality he spent the whole class time taking photos of you, peppering in photos of the other students, but 90 percent of the photos taken were of you.

“Alright class, time is almost up, everyone take out your phones and snap your photo of Layla to use.” You glanced down at your sketch, it almost complete, but what harm would it cause for you to take one just in case? You pulled out your phone and opened the camera app, your steady hands taking a picture of her when a flash from your side startled you.

“Kihyun…” Your eyes connected and he wore the biggest smile.

“I’m sorry, you just looked so pretty so fixed on the screen.” You double checked to make sure you got the photo you needed and stood up, slipping your phone back into your pocket, when Kihyun reached out to place a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his smooth fingertips brushing against the shell of your ear, “How’ve you been? It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

“G-good…” His gentle touch increased your heart rate, the part of your ear he touched burned a fiery red, “Seems like you’re doing well.”

“A bit.” His angelic smile came back to his lips, “I’ve actually got a question for you.”

“Oh?”

It had been a few weeks since Kihyun asked if you would do him a favor and at first, you told him no because you weren’t even comfortable with your own body, and the thought of Kihyun staring at you for however long made sent chills up your spine. After letting the thought linger through your mind for a few weeks, you reached out to him, and here you are standing in front of his apartment, your anxiety already clawing up your insides. You sighed, backing away from the door, maybe you could text him and tell him you were sick and you wanted to do it some other time, or tell him something came up and you—

The cream door opened in front of you, your eyes connecting with his, “Y/N! Why didn’t you knock?”

“I-I just walked up to the door.” You gripped the handles of your small duffle bag, attempting to avoid his gaze when his hand came around to the small of your back, guiding you inside.

“Since you’re here, why don’t we get started.” He closed the door behind you and made his way to the hall, his eyes turning back to meet your gaze once more, “Why don’t you get changed in the bathroom and meet me in the back room?”

“O-okay.” You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel queasy.

“First door on your left is the bathroom and the last door on the right is where I’ll be.” You nodded, watching him disappear down the hall. You closed your eyes and exhaled the breath you had been holding, Kihyun caused dormant feelings to awaken inside you. Ever since your sister brought him home and introduced him as her boyfriend, you knew that he was the one you wanted. For someone who “loved” him, she sure did leave him a lot, when she was out playing with her friends Kihyun was at your house waiting for her, confessing things to you that you never thought you would even hear him say, you fell for him— inexplicably hard. He indulged in you, burned his touch into you, seared kisses into your skin that would stay for years, took so many of your firsts that he tainted the white halo you wore.

The smell of his spicy cologne filled your senses as you stared at your ensemble in the floor length mirror. You ran your hand over the black cage straps that connected to the black sheer lace bra, down to the black lace garter belt that was clipped to your stockings, then finally over the matching lace thong. It was provocative, sure, but even looking at yourself, your cheeks flushed as you turned your backside to the mirror, your fingers tugging at the elastics straps that hugged your skin a little too tightly. You quickly tugged the silk robe from your bag and pulled it on, shielding your eyes from your erotic figure, “What am I thinking?” You paced the tile floor thinking if you should really do this, it’s not like he hasn’t seen your body before, but it was different this time, you were both adults, single adults, and he knows you’re practically in love with him. Sighing, you grabbed your phone from the countertop, then tugged the door open, your feet made light steps down to the room to see the setup Kihyun had created—white walls, white bedding, white tufted bed frame, a white metal ottoman sitting at the end of the bed, cream accents like the rug, the curtains hanging from the large windows letting in the pale sunlight. You stuck out like a sore thumb in your body adorned in black, this only made you more nervous, all eyes were really going to be on you.

“You okay? You’re looking a little pale…” You jumped at Kihyun’s voice as he appeared beside you, his warm skin quick to rest on your forehead. He felt his own forehead to compare to yours, “You don’t feel any warmer than I do, have you eaten?” He smoothed over loose strands of your hair while you shook your head.

“Not since like eight this morning.”

“It’s four in the afternoon, Y/N…” You shrugged, wrapping your arms around your torso, keeping the robe close to your skin, “Tell you what, you still like jajangmyeon, right?” Hearing your favorite food leave his lips had your stomach already growling, but even with the hunger growing in your stomach, you still couldn’t get over your nerves.

“Yeah, but—”

“If you do a good job, I’ll order a double portion and tteokbokki.” An innocent smile passed over his lips making your heart flutter.

“F-fine…”

“Awesome. Let me set up the tripod and then I’ll be ready.” Kihyun disappeared out of room for a moment and reappeared with his camera and tripod in tow. You plopped down on the bed, your eyes catching the stereo sitting on the dresser.

“Ki…?”

“What’s up?” His eyes didn’t leave his camera as he set it up near the bed.

“Mind if I put on some music…?” You got up from the bed walked over to the stereo, your phone in hand.

“If it’ll help you, sure.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you opened your phone up to your playlist, and plugged the aux cord into it, the sound of SMNM’s ‘Everything’ flowed from the speakers. Kihyun looked up from the camera to see you swaying your hips to the beat, his hands were quick enough to take the camera from the tripod to catch you losing yourself in the song.

The silk robe slipped from your skin, fluttering to the floor as you fell onto the bed, the flash of the camera becoming nonexistent as your raked your nails up your thighs to the bare skin of your stomach. Fingertips ghosted over your décolletage, goosebumps rising at the warm sensation starting to pool in your core, you never usually got off on feeling your own touch, but with his eyes watching you, every press of your skin sent electricity through your limbs. You rolled into different positions giving Kihyun amazing shots even if you weren’t paying attention to him, the only thing on your mind was the heat that was attacking your skin.

Kihyun watched your nails mark up your skin leaving pink ribbons in their wake, his eyes focused on you rather the camera that sat in his hands. This side of you was completely different than he’d ever seen, the timid air that usually floated around you vanished like smoke, to let this erotic minx take over. His heavy gaze followed your hands down to the junction of your thighs, quiet gasps escaping your plush lips while your fingers dug into the thin lace fabric, eager to dip into your core. Kihyun couldn’t help but put the camera down to climb onto the bed, edging close to your slowly thrusting hips, his fingers aching to touch your skin. Your breathless moans of pleasure peaked his arousal, the stiffening bulge in his pants throbbed at the sight of your fingers moving your panties to the side, letting your extremities delve into your sopping core.

“Kihyun…” The slight, almost inaudible, whisper of his name tempted him to pull you to him and take you.

“Y/N… Would you like some help…?” He asked, catching the nod of your head before reaching out for your legs, his cold fingers wrapping around your thighs, he tugged your body to him in such a rough manner a gasp escaped you, but his hunger fueled your own insatiable lust. Anchoring himself under your legs, he slipped his hands around your thighs, spreading your juiciness, his tongue quickly gathering your glistening arousal onto its rough pallet before slipping into your core while smooth fingertips drew unhurried circles around your clit—the mixture of your whimpes and moans were music to his ears, a melody he had missed since the last intimate moment he shared with you. He craved to feel your body shake under his touch more than he ever has with any woman and here you were, clamping your thighs around his head as he brought you overwhelming bliss.

“Ki…” He looked up at you, your fingers motioning for him to come up, he came up between your legs, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him down, your lips melding to his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, rolling it over his, a throaty hum radiating through his chest as his fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. Kihyun was eager to please you, feel you, sear his touch into your skin, make you his, so eager that he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough; he pulled away from your kiss to toss his shirt onto the floor as well as his pants along with his briefs. He rested your legs over his shoulders and slid his length in between your slick folds, a breath getting caught in his chest from how sensitive he was himself.

“Y/N… are you sure…?” Kihyun asked, unsure if he could stop himself if he dipped into you and you asked him to stop.

“Please, my insides are on fire…” Your lust tainted eyes begged for him not to stop, pleaded for him to keep going. He inhaled deeply as he slid the tip of his cock into your wet heat, your fingers quick to wrap around his hands holding onto your waist. The coiling of your tight walls around him elicited an animalistic growl before he buried his length in you with one hard thrust, a scream of pure pleasure ripped through your throat as trails of fire raked through your nerves—the convulsing of your core only made him pound into your orgasming pussy, ruthlessly keeping you on cloud nine. With every graze and pointed thrust to your sweet spot, the louder your voice became, he reveled in hearing you moan because of him and didn’t care if anyone else heard you because at the end of night, they were going to know who you belonged to, “Kihyun! Please don’t stop!” You cried, another orgasm on the brink of breaking.

“I didn’t plan on it.” He adjusted your legs on his shoulders, reaching even deeper into your core, the head of his cock kissing your sweetest of spots, your body became undone with that one thrust—your toes curled as your nails dug into his arms leaving deep crescent moons into his skin, ones so deep that they would surely be bruised by the morning, “Cumming again?” He chuckled, thrusting into your wetness. The messy strings of curses mixed with his name had him throbbing inside you, his pace became erratic, his own high on the verge of busting, “I’m about to cum—where do you want me?” He rasped, trying to hold it together.

“On me…” You breathed, slightly whining when he pulled out of your core to pump his warm seed all over your stomach, painting your beautiful skin in his warmth.

Kihyun viewed your sleeping figure curled up in his bed, cloaked in the warm lighting of his bedroom as he worked in editing the pictures he took of you. Your full lashes dusted the tops of your cheeks while you floated in your dream world, leaving yourself vulnerable to Kihyun’s camera lens—he grabbed the old Polaroid camera from his desk, unable to stop him from photographing your beauty and innocence tangled up in his sheets, “If only you knew what you do to me…”

“What was the theme again?” Maria asked you while you walked arm in arm up to the venue.

“Something that makes your heart race?”

“That would be why he asked you to wear some lingerie for him.” Maria teased, a blush rising up to your cheeks.

“Hey, I didn’t tell you everything so you could tease me for the rest of my life.” You sighed, your lips forming a pout.

“I’m just kidding, the fact that you guys hooked up even though you’ve been through a ton, is great. Seeing as he liked you more than your sister anyway.” You and Maria followed the signs that were leading to the exhibit, your eyes finding other photographers work as you made your way towards Kihyun’s set up. Multiple arrangements of photos were the photographer’s significant others, photoshopped horror stories, fears, and of course—women dressed in lingerie.

Kihyun stood off to the side talking to the other photographers when his eyes found you and Maria walking up to his pieces. He watched as your eyes took in the sight of a collage of Polaroids of you, all of them strategically placed to make a large photo of you sleeping, then they flicked over to a blown up picture of you holding his hand close to your chest while you slept, and finally they landed on the pictures of you that he took while you drew in class a few weeks ago, “What do you think?” He asked for you to whip around and look at him.

“When did you…?”

“The same night, you were just sleeping so beautifully that I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take gorgeous pictures of the girl who makes my heart race.”

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samthewrestlingfan · 7 years

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DIVE Part 5

HELLLLOOOOO LOVEBUGS!

Here is DIVE Part 5!

Please enjoy this one, Babes! It’s another roller coaster!

Like I posted earlier, this is likely the second to last if not the last chapter, BUT there will be an epilogue/update.

I love you all and thank you for loving this series, but don’t fret! MANY more to come!

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“Why do I live in a place where the temperature reaches triple digits?” I mumbled to myself as I climbed into my white Jeep Compass.

I fanned my armpits to no avail, “This is ridiculous.” I reached down and grabbed a tissue to sop up my under-boob sweat, while turning my AC on the highest setting.

My bluetooth connected and I hit the green call icon on the dashboard. “Call Seth.” I commanded. Ring, ring, ring…

You can see where I’m going with this…

Seth was supposed to be at my house an hour ago and of course he didn’t show up. His voicemail picked up and I spoke firmly into the speaker.

“It’s me, ya know, mother of your unborn child? I waited as long as I could but I have to get to the doctors. I’ll call you again after the appointment and fill you in. CALL. ME.”

I practically slapped the disconnect button. Seth promised he would make this appointment. He’s the one that asked if he could come for crying out loud!

—

I made the 25 minute drive to the doctors, and parked right up front. My car beeped twice to alert me that it was locked, when I hear another car lock right after mine. I did a heel turn and saw Seth walking up the steps to the office with flowers in his hands.

“Please don’t be mad, I would have been on time but they didn’t let us off the plane until 45 minutes ago, and I figured you’d come straight here.”

I sighed, “I’m not mad, I–alright that’s a lie I’m kinda mad…”

Seth laughed, “I’m sorry, but as a token of my dedication I did stop at the airport gift shop and grab you these as-close-to-dead-without-actually-being-dead flowers.”

I let out a chuckle and rubbed my stomach. “Feeling okay?” Seth asked. I nodded, “Yeah, the baby has been wiggling around all morning.”

Seth held the door for me as we walked into the building and found my OB/GYN’s office. “Probably just growing some more, maybe trying to get comfortable…” He said happily.

I walked to the receptionist window and was greeted with a smile, “Ella, how are we feeling today, Love?” Marie was the sweetest older woman I had ever met, always so warm and kind to me.

“I’m good, Marie! How are you?” She told me she was good, and quickly looked at the man next to me, “And who is this?”

I hesitated for a moment, “Um this is Seth, he’s my…friend?” I looked over at Seth who shrugged before leaning on the counter.

“I’m the Father.” He said with a snarky grin.

She looked shocked at his frankness, “Oh well, um, you two can come on back.”

—

The paper crinkled underneath me after the nurse took my vitals, I played with my fingers as I shifted with nervousness. “I don’t know if I want to do this…” I groaned looking at the ceiling.

“Don’t know if you want to do what?” He laughed.

“Ya know, find out the sex of the baby…”

Seth’s eyes widened, “What? You wanna stay oblivious?”

I shrugged, “No, I just…uuugh I don’t know.” I shook my legs to try and distribute the anxiousness I was feeling.

Seth stood and walked to me, he gently grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb across the top of it. “It’s gonna be okay. No matter what–boy or girl, the love from us is going to be the exact same. Stop putting so much pressure on yourself.”

I nodded and he kissed the top of my head. I sighed internally when I felt the butterflies in my stomach. These past two months, Seth has been a completely different person. He has been caring, attentive, and calls every day to check on the baby and I.

I refuse to allow myself to see him as any more than the father of my child. I can’t fall for him again and risk the heartbreak.

There was a knock on the door that shook me from my thoughts, and Dr. Andrew’s walked herself in. “Hello Miss Ella, and Baby.” She smiled warmly.

She caught Seth out of the corner of her eye. “And…Dad?” She pointed her red nail at him gently, hearing her call Seth ‘Dad’ suddenly made my stomach do back flips. I could see on Seth’s face it made it sink in with his as well.

“Okay, now lets see.” She said heading to the monitor. “Alright your weight is good, blood pressure is a little high, but that’s to be expected at this stage…”

She turned to me pulling off her purple reading glasses. “Now that we discussed you, how about we discuss this little one.”

I nodded and smiled, “Do we want to know the sex today?” She gave me a knowing smile, I had avoided this forever at this point and she had been hoping I would cave at some point.

“Yes.” Seth and I said together. She smiled and proceeded to wheel the Ultrasound machined near the cot. “Alrighty!”

She lifter my shirt and squeezed the warm jelly onto my stomach. Seth jumped up and stood next to me putting a hand on my shoulder.

“You ready?” He whispered in my ear. I looked into his eyes and nodded, he smiled and hugged me lightly before the Doctor flicked on the monitor.

“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got.” She began to move the sensor around on my stomach, I’ve never felt such an odd combo of nerves and excitement!

“Come on cutie, where are you hiding…” She mumbled while her eyes flicked across the screen.

“I’ve never seen you this quiet…” I smiled at Seth. He nudged me, “Shush…” he winked.

“Oh! Here we go!” She pointed at a spot on the screen.

I squeezed Seth’s hand, and he squeezed mine right back. “Ready?” Dr. Andrew’s asked, her eyes peeking over her frames. I nodded, and let out a breath I forgot I was holding in.

“You my dear Ella, are having a little girl…” She smiled.

I felt like I was about to faint and scream all at once, “A–a girl? It’s a girl?” I smiled.

“Oh my God…a baby girl.” Seth choked out. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and saw he was dangerously close to tears as well.

She printed out some screen caps and handed them to us, “I’ll give you two a minute.”

I was shaking with happiness. “Can you believe this Seth? A girl, a baby girl. We’re having a daughter…” I held the photos of the Ultrasound in my hand.

“I feel like I’m gonna pass out if I’m honest. But I’ve never felt so happy in my life.”

Seth came over and kissed my hands. “Ella…” He looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “Thank you for her. Thank you for having me back in you life, and in hers. I don’t know what I can do except say thank you, Baby.”

I froze when he called me that. He said it like he used too. In a tone that could make my knees buckled beneath me; he said it and I was transported to a time where I was his and he was mine. I couldn’t go there though, because he doesn’t mean it, he couldn’t.

“Seth, please…” I cried softly.

He looked at me confused, “What’s wrong, what is it?” he held my face in his hands.

I shook my head, “Don’t call me that.” I murmured as tears fell down my cheeks.

“Why not?” He questioned wiping the sadness from my eyes.

I stood up from the exam table and grabbed my things, “Because you don’t mean it.”

He looked almost hurt, “What do you mean I don’t mean it?”

I sighed, “Seth, you don’t mean it. All of these loving gestures and things aren’t because you love me. They are because you love her.”

I continued, “And that is incredible. I want your bond with her to be more special and loving than anything. But you don’t have to pretend that you love me, or that you have feelings for me.”

I saw the pain in his eyes as I spoke, “Ella, I never stopped loving you.”

He pulled me back to him, “You and I were made for each other. I screwed it up, but I never ever stopped loving you.”

I stood in shock at his words, “You stopped calling…stopped texting.” I spoke up as much as my strained voice would allow.

“Ella, you made it pretty clear you weren’t interested in talking to me anymore. So what was I suppose to do? Keep getting rejected and have my heart break a little more each day?” His eye were threatening to spill over.

“Do you–I don’t know what to say, Seth.” I muttered.

Seth pulled me into his arms, “You don’t have to.”

With that, Seth crashed his lips into mine. His touch was warm, as he tangled his hands in my hair. He kissed me hungrily but tenderly. I felt the warmth spread from my toes to the crown of my head and the feeling made me dizzy.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you, Ella. Please give me a chance to prove that to you, and to her.” He kissed my lips softly one last time, as he rubbed my huge bump.

“Seth–I don’t–I can’t…” I stumbled over my feelings to find the words.

“Ella please. We don’t need to rush back into anything. I just want to be near you and her." He was so sincere in his words, they made my heart skip a beat. "If you wouldn't mind, I’d like us to stay together, at least until she's born. Then you can get rid of me if you change your mind." I nodded as I listened to him, and juggled the decisions in my mind. "And we can even make an announcement about this together? I know you love doing those little photo shoots for your instagram, Els.”

I sighed, feeling like I'm not going to win this one, but also because I didn't care, “Okay.” I said breathless.

“Okay?” Seth’s eyes lit up. He kissed me again, and we left the exam room hand in hand. This felt right, and it felt…normal.

I said my goodbyes to everyone, and drove back to my house with Seth.

—

“Wow.” Seth breathed as he walked through the door. “You made this place look great!”

I thanked him, forgetting he hasn’t been here since that day.

“Okay, let’s do this whole announcement thing!” I said excitedly.

Seth set up our tripod and he stood with me holding my bump. We took a few photos in different poses and finally decided on one. It was Seth holding a sign that said “BabyMania” and in either of my hands was the WWE Championship and Women’s Title.

“It’s okay to tease people a bit.” He winked.

“Let’s post it! Gah I’m so excited!” I smiled. Seth and I clicked post at the same time to our instagrams.

“Get ready for the backlash, Babe.” He laughed on the couch.

And then that was it. I didn’t feel the need to object when he called me Babe, in fact I loved it.

“So here we are, Seth and Ella. I gotta be honest I never thought this would ever happen again.” He sighed in contentment as he though a hand on my thigh.

I grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Neither did I, my Love. Neither did I…”

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Aperture - an Everlark Ficlet for Burkygirl

It’s Burky’s birthday!

My dear, sweet friend, beta extraordinaire, #tumblrqueen and fellow smutkateer @burkygirl is celebrating a birthday today! This is for you, T! Thanks for making this place so very much better!

Aperture

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I shift my bag further up on my shoulder as I fish around in my pocket, finally extracting a deckle-edged piece of notebook paper and squinting at the messy scrawl on it. Panem Arms, 12E. This is a swankier hotel than I’ve ever been in before, the carpeting under my feet plush and pristine, high quality reproductions in expensive frames lining the corridor. The room I’m looking for is in the corner, the door propped partially open, revealing an opulent space with a full wall of windows. My bag thumps against the heavy wood as I shove it open a little wider, and a voice floats towards me from somewhere deeper in the suite. “Peeta? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” I call back, wandering fully into the room. It’s bigger than my entire apartment, tastefully furnished in sleek leather and warm wood. It occurs to me for half a moment to wonder how she can afford this place, before I snicker to myself. There’s no way Johanna Mason has paid a dime. She’s a master of getting people to give her whatever she wants. Which is why I’m here. Setting my bag and tripod on a glass table that probably cost more than my tuition, I wander over to the windows, a full wall, floor to ceiling. The view is phenomenal, but more importantly, the light flooding in this afternoon is gorgeous, warm and golden. Say what you will about Johanna, she’s got a great eye for photography locations. “Find the place okay?” I spin at the sound of Jo’s voice right behind me, the thick carpeting having masked her footfalls, allowing her to sneak up on me. Then I do a double take. I’ve known Jo for more than three years, we’ve had classes together at Panem U and have a few mutual friends. I should be accustomed to her habit of wandering around only barely clothed by now. “Put your tongue back in your face, Breadboy,” she smirks. “Put your tits back in your top, Mason,” I chuckle, and she laughs too. “Hey, I paid a fortune for these,” she says, cupping what are indeed a very nice pair of boobs encased in two nearly transparent lace triangles. “I’ve gotta get my money’s worth.” I roll my eyes. Jo’s okay, but so not my type. “Is that what I’m supposed to be photographing you in?” Johanna is a fashion design major, and I’m here to do a shoot of her latest clothing project. I’m still not certain how she managed to convince me to give up my Saturday afternoon, but here I am. “You’re not photographing me at all,” she says, sashaying away towards a door at the other end of the room. “I already told you, my roommate is modelling. I don’t need Professor Plutarch pulling his pud over pictures of me.” I shudder a little at the thought. “But it’s okay for him to leer at your roommate?” She shrugs. “Brainless is a science major, she’s never going to meet the man.” “You’re cruel, Jo,” I call after her retreating figure, and she pauses, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “She fits better in the outfits, okay?” Jo screws up her face in distaste. “She’s got an ass like a twelve-year-old boy, and vegan leather is expensive.” I have to bite my cheek not to laugh out loud. Classic Jo. I set up my tripod so that the window will be the backdrop for our photoshoot, and lose myself in erecting the light stand and reflectors I brought along. Though I’m technically a business major, my minor in photography gives me ample excuse to buy nice studio equipment. When Jo emerges from the other room again some ten minutes later, I’m making a last few adjustments with my handheld light meter. This time, she’s a whirlwind of sound and sputtering, a flannel shirt tossed over her shoulders, though still not buttoned up. “Forgot the damned bustier,” she groans, twirling a set of keys around her finger. A soft snicker catches my attention and I glance up from my work. Standing beside Jo is a ghost, a dream, a vision that can’t possibly be real. Katniss Everdeen. Katniss Everdeen, the girl I’ve had a crush on since I was barely out of diapers, star of practically every wet dream I’ve ever had. Katniss Everdeen who, last I knew, was still back in our hometown, attending the local college. I haven’t seen her in sixty-seven days, since the last time she came into my family’s bakery before I left for my senior year of school. She ordered two cheese buns, and I’d managed about ten words in her presence, an eight word improvement over the previous visit. Not that I was counting. “Breadboy, this is my roomie–” “Katniss?” My voice is an embarrassing little squeak of awe, and she nods at me. I think I’m going to die. “Hey, Peeta,” she says in that smoky smooth bourbon voice, nonchalant, as if we’ve been buds forever. I’m definitely dead. I was on the debating team in high school and served as class president. I excel at making presentations and have been described as charming and persuasive. I am, by all accounts, a confident, articulate man. Except where Katniss is concerned. I’ve always been terribly intimidated by her, by that scowl and those sharp silver eyes, not to mention the omnipresent boyfriend she had all through high school. Though the boyfriend has been gone awhile, my awkwardness around Katniss has only gotten worse. As more and more time passes without me being able to conjure up a word, it gets harder to think of anything I could possibly say or do to change that. And it certainly doesn’t help that she’s incredibly hot. Just her presence turns me into the shy little boy I used to be. “You know each other?” Jo’s stops her stomping long enough to look between Katniss and me with a confused expression. “You don’t have any classes over in our building?” she says to Katniss. “Peeta and I grew up together,” Katniss says, while I stand there, mouth open like a fish out of water. “Oh did you?” An almost evil little smile curls Jo’s lip. I have no doubt she can see fifteen years of unrequited longing for her roommate written all over my face. Hell, they can probably see it from Mars. “Well I left the top part of Brainless’s outfit in my car, so she’s practically naked under that robe.” I hazard a glance at Katniss; she’s shooting daggers at a clearly bemused Johanna. “You two entertain each other while I’m gone.” Then Jo winks at me. I’m never going to live this down. But it doesn’t matter, because Katniss Everdeen is standing in front of me, wearing a thick, white hotel robe, her lush ebony hair spilling in soft curls over her shoulders. Though I’ve known her most of my life, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with her hair down like this. It’s exquisite. My hands itch to touch her, to paint her, to capture the way the amber light crowns her in fire. She clears her throat; only then do I realize I’ve been gawking. “I, uh. I thought you were going to college back in Twelve?” I ask, my voice a little more even. “Prim’s here this year,” she says, referring to her little sister, the reason she stayed behind in our dinky hometown while everyone else got out of there. Katniss’s dad died when we were in sixth grade, and the whole town knows her mother isn’t right in the head. So it shocked no one when Katniss - smart, studious Katniss - stayed in Twelve instead of accepting any one of the scholarships she was offered. She’s been more of a parent than a sister for years. “She got a full scholarship, so I transferred here from Seam College.” “You’re letting Prim live with Johanna?” Katniss scowls, and I have to fight not to physically recoil. For five-foot-nothing, she’s awfully scary. “Absolutely not,” she says, and I grin, she’s so indignant, like I’ve insulted her common sense. “Prim is in the freshmen dorms. I wanted to be nearby, so my cousin introduced me to Jo.” “What’s it like, living with Jo?” Katniss wrinkles her nose. “She’s a little clothing-averse.” I bark out a laugh, and Katniss glances up at me through her eyelashes. How have I never noticed before how thick and full they are? “But she’s tidy and she pays her bills, so I can’t complain much. How, um, how do you know Jo? I thought you were a business major.” Something hot flares in my gut at the idea that Katniss Everdeen knows what I’m majoring in. “I, uh, wow, yeah. I am. But I’m minoring in photography.” She nods. “Makes sense, you’ve always been so artistic.” I have been, but I’m shocked she noticed. She frowns. “Well of course I noticed, you designed the yearbook cover in senior year, and your dad’s bakery is full of your paintings.” My face heats up as I realize I said that out loud. How can I simultaneously be unable to speak and unable to prevent myself from speaking to this girl? This woman. It takes me another awkward moment to answer. “Uh, right. Sorry, that came out wrong.” I shake my head, ready to slink away and hide behind my camera. But then Katniss does something completely unexpected. She smiles at me. It’s a small smile, more bemused than anything. But it’s glorious. And it’s for me. And I relax a little. “Sorry,” I mumble again. “I wasn’t expecting…” I trail off, waving my hand vaguely. “Oh,” she says, expression shuttering. “Right. You were probably expecting Glimmer.” “Who?” I ask, distracted by the annoyance I can see creeping onto her beautiful face, how this perfectly kissable little line forms between her brows. “Jo’s friend. The blonde?” I shrug, Johanna has a ton of friends and I’m sure half of them are blonde. Katniss huffs. “She knows who you are.” There’s something in the tone of her voice that snaps me out of my stupor. “I thought Jo was going to be modelling her own designs actually.” “She has a boyfriend.” Now I’m the one wrinkling my forehead. Why would I care who Jo is with this week? “What?” “Yeah,” she shrugs, looking at me sympathetically. “A few months now.” That pity on her face confuses the hell out of me. Surely she doesn’t think… “We’re just friends,” I blurt. Katniss cocks her head curiously. “But you were hoping…?” “No,” I laugh. “Johanna’s not my type.” I run my hand across the back of my neck, roughly, fighting the heat rising there. “I was actually dreading this, until you walked in.” Katniss still looks confused. Fuck it, I need to grow a pair. “I’ve always wanted to talk with you, Katniss.” Silence stretches between us, twists my guts. Finally she laughs, just softly. “Seriously, Peeta? I’ve come into your father’s bakery twice a week all summer and every break since high school finished. You could have talked to me any of those times.” I feel like an idiot. “I know.” “Or before, at school, or at the lake, or at one of Madge’s parties-” “I know.” “Then why?” I shrug helplessly. Her lips purse. “You know, you never had any trouble talking to anyone else, mister senior class president.” “Well yeah, but none of them were you!” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Fuuuck,” I groan, tipping my head back. This is why I don’t talk to Katniss. She turns me into a simpering idiot. “I mean they didn’t matter, none of them. And you do.” I sigh. “I like you, okay?” She freezes, almost unbreathing, for what feels like an eternity. Then a slow smile steals across her face. “Really?” “Yeah.” I return her smile. It’s a relief to finally tell her, and the fact that she hasn’t run screaming seems like a good sign. Behind us, the door crashes open. “Let’s do this,” Jo barks, stalking towards Katniss and towing her to the other room again. They’re back just a couple of minutes later. I’m making a few adjustments to my set up when I hear them approach. Jo is again in only a bra, but I barely notice. Because Katniss isn’t wearing that plush white robe anymore. I am thanking every deity I’ve ever heard of - and a few I invent on the spot - for Jo’s taste in clothing right now. Because Katniss, gorgeous Katniss, star of nearly every wet dream I’ve ever had, is wearing little more than a cocktail napkin. A white vegan leather cocktail napkin. Though Jo joked about Katniss’s participation being an afterthought, it’s clear these pieces were made to her measurements. They fit like a second skin, and the ivory colour makes her olive skin glow. The top is little more than a structured undergarment, the skirt a deep breath away from indecent. And wrapped around her legs, stretching from ankle to thigh, the kind of boots that make adolescent boys wake up stuck to the sheets. Grown men too. “Holy fuck,” I say under my breath. “Not bad, eh?” Jo preens. I know she’s talking about the clothes. I’m not. I can barely breathe, barely even blink. But Katniss looks uncomfortable under my ravenous stare. “Well,” I rasp in a voice that’s not my own. “Shall we begin?” o-o-o She’s gorgeous, wrapped in that skin-tight faux leather and bathed in the afternoon glow. But fifteen minutes into shooting, it’s just not working. Everything about her posture is rigid, self-conscious, the angles wrong, her expression pained. Johanna paces somewhere behind me, making aggravated little noises. Though I try to direct Katniss to position her head or hip differently, nothing seems to help. I’ve done a lot of shoots over the years, worked with kids and pets and all sorts of subjects that are hard to pose. But none have been more difficult than this, and it makes no sense. Katniss is beautiful, she has to know that, and usually so self-possessed. My frustration mounts, none of this is how I envisioned. “Dammit, Brainless,” Jo’s voice rips through the room, startling me. “You’re not even trying. If I wanted a freaking mannequin I’d have bought one! You’re as stiff as a coathanger, you’re making my sexy designs look like Quaker wear!” With each of Johanna’s barbs, Katniss’s shoulders climb higher, her frown deepens. Her fingers are white where her hand is wrapped in a death grip around the window’s edge. “Jo,” I warn, but she cuts me off. “Do you want me to fail? Is this a jealousy thing because I’m hot?” she taunts, and Katniss bristles, anger flashing in her silver eyes. “That’s it,” I growl, and though I keep my voice low, Johanna stops her tirade and looks at me, mouth partly open. “Go for a walk, Johanna, I can’t work with you disrupting my session.” “The hell, Mellark, this is my project,” she sputters, but I’m already shoving her towards the door. “Don’t care, this is my shoot, and you’re killing my vibe.” At her hurt expression, I soften my own. “I’ll get you good pictures, Jo, you know I will. Trust me to do this my way.” “Fine,” she grunts. “I’ll be downstairs at the bar. Don’t fuck this up, Breadboy.” She glances back at Katniss, as if she’s going to berate her roommate again, but I close the door between us, preempting any further insults. For a moment I simply stand, face against the door, breathing away the tension that Jo’s interference caused. Then I turn back to Katniss. Her fire is gone; she looks devastated. “Hey,” I say, all of my pique rushing away, replaced only with concern. I creep as close to her as I dare, she’s stock-still, looking out over the city, sky just starting to pinken. “I’m not a model, Peeta,” she says quietly, still looking away. “I told her that, over and over. This isn’t me.” She gestures to the getup that clings to her curves like a second skin. “I’m bony and awkward and plain and this is such a stupid idea.” I huff out a bewildered laugh. “Katniss, you can’t be serious. You are stunning.” “I can’t do this,” she says, not a trace of self-pity in her voice. “All you have to do it be you,” I tell her. “Unscripted.” Her lovely brow wrinkles. I reach out a tentative hand, slowly, as if with a spooked horse. But she doesn’t bolt. “Trust me,” I implore, wrapping a lock of her silken hair around my finger. And she nods. I take my camera off the tripod and approach her again, needing the intimacy of being close, the serenity of hushed voices. I’ll get her comfortable with me with a few headshots, and get the long body shots Jo needs after. “Just relax,” I murmur as she watches me warily, arms crossed protectively across her chest. Gently, I guide her to lean a shoulder against the window. “Relax,” I breathe again, smoothing her ebony locks over her shoulder. “Tell me why Prim chose Panem U.” Just as I anticipated, her expression softens, her eyes light with happiness. “They have an amazing pre-med program here,” she says, and pride is evident in her eyes and in her voice. As as she talks about Prim, about the one person I know she loves above all others, I raise my camera. I’ve shot off four or five frames before she even notices. Her expression darkens, and she raises an eyebrow at me. “Look,” I tell her with a grin, turning my camera around so that she can see the preview images on the back screen. Her breath leaves in a startled rush. “How?” she whispers, toggling picture to picture with a shaking fingers. Each depicts her relaxed, smiling softly, bathed in gorgeous golden light, shadows emphasizing her fine bone structure. “You made me look pretty.” It’s so quiet, I don’t even know if she intends me to hear it. But I do. “You are pretty. The camera doesn’t lie.” She wrinkles her nose. But she’s smiling, just a little. And I laugh, a relieved sound. “Let’s try some longer shots.” With my camera back on the tripod, I hold the shutter release loosely, not hiding it, but not making it the centre of attention either. We talk, and Katniss leans back against the window, relaxed and smiling. I just keep triggering the shutter. Every so often, I’ll reposition her, naturally, as easily as guiding a friend through a doorway. The faux leather pieces glow in the late light, curving over a jutted hip, sweeping over the soft swell of breast. With her guard down, each picture is perfect, sensual but with a purity that elevates them to something special. For as many times as I’ve imagined myself interacting with Katniss, I couldn’t have pictured this. How natural it feels to speak with her, how right. She’s everything I fantasized, and yet so completely different too. I’d always thought she was intimidating, but I can see now that she’s simply reserved, even a little shy. And in the tranquility of our little hideaway, she blooms. I am transfixed, and utterly reluctant to break the spell. But we’re losing the light. “Jo, uh. I think she said we need to get the back too,” I say, and Katniss spins to face the window. The gloom is gathering outside the window, chasing the orange and amber light. I adjust my reflector, trying to take advantage of the last bits of natural light. And when I glance back, Katniss has lifted her hands above her head, resting against the glass. Partly silhouetted, she’s all long limbs and clean lines, as evocative as any Vogue model ever could be. Her legs, encased in those hot-as-sin boots, stretch on forever, disappearing under a skirt that’s too tiny to even be called clothing. And above that, inches of undulating spine bared to my greedy eyes as her top pulls upward. Fuck, she’s hot. I snap a few pictures, adjusting my aperture to the light. Then Katniss arches her back. It’s an innocent movement, designed probably to work out a kink in her spine. But it has the unintended consequence of lifting that ridiculous skirt just a little higher. Exposing just a hint of ass cheek, gently rounded and smooth as silk. Alluring and enticing. Absolutely nothing like an adolescent boy. A sordid vision of grabbing those sweet swells as I thrust into her, pressed against the cold window glass, flashes before my eyes and I groan. I can’t help it. As I lose the battle I’ve been waging for an hour against my recalcitrant dick, the pained little moan that escapes me catches her attention. Her eyes meet mine in the window reflection. For a moment we simply stare at each other. Then she smirks. Her eyes never leaving mine, she arches more, the skirt lifts almost to the point of obscenity, bare millimeters of fabric hiding her charms. I’m fairly certain that she’s not wearing panties. I’m nearly hyperventilating, watching her face in the window, watching her ass sway just slightly, clicking the shutter remote convulsively. The vixen reflected in the window glass bites her lip, then her tongue sneaks out, swiping along the sting, leaving a glossy slick in its wake. Those perfect peach lips purse, then form my name. “Peeta,” reflection-Katniss whispers, the word a puff of fog condensing on the glass. Silver eyes beckon, I’m powerless to resist. She turns just slightly to look at me over her shoulder, eyes hooded and so fucking sexy. I click off a few more frames of her come-hither stare, of her sweet ass and firm breasts and long, long legs silhouetted by the sunset. Then she whispers my name again. I go to her. She’s still facing the window, hands against the glass when I stand behind her, not quite touching her. “You are so sexy,” I rasp in her ear, and she shudders, pressing backwards, closing the space between us. My arm wraps around her waist as naturally as in my dreams, palm splaying over her flat stomach, the skin warm and soft under my fingers. I lean into her, burying my face in the silken cloud of her hair. She smells like the woods, and a meadow of wildflowers. She smells like home. “Like what you see?” she murmurs, her voice deeper than usual, husky and hot. I groan again, thrusting just a bit against the small of her back so she can feel just how much I like it. She sighs and tilts her head sideways, baring that sweet spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and I don’t resist. Each open-mouthed kiss I press into her hot skin evokes another sigh, a little wiggle of her hips. She reaches up and slides her fingers through my hair, tugging and I thrust against her again, harder. She moans, and I can feel the sound in my dick, throbbing for her. Though her hand remains firmly entwined in my hair, I free my own to explore, skimming along hot skin and cool leather to cup one perfect breast. My name is a breathless plea on her lips, and the words I’ve always struggled with around her spill out. “I have wanted you ever since I first noticed girls were different than boys,” I murmur. “Have always dreamed of touching you like this. It’s always been you.” Then I slide my hand into that ridiculous bustier. Her head tips back, landing on my shoulder, her sharp pants caress my cheek and I squeeze and stoke her breast, firm and perfectly proportioned. Real. “Do you want me?” I whisper, lust and vulnerability battling in my voice. “Yes,” she sighs, the first thing she’s said other than my name. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, hard enough to mark her and she mewls. Then she’s pulling away, leaving me confused and horror-struck. But just as quickly she spins, I catch a glimpse of her silver eyes flickering like candles before her body is again pressed to mine, hands back in my hair, tugging me to her. Kissing Katniss Everdeen is the most incredible experience of my life so far. Her lips are soft but demanding, controlling. And I meet her stroke for stroke, tasting and exploring. Her hands slip from my hair, slide down to wrap around my neck and I draw her closer, cradling her against me. She slows our kiss, drawing back, tapering to soft pecks, until we’re simply holding each other, lips brushing languidly, intimately. “Go out with me,” I whisper. She nods. The quiet beep of a keycard pulls us apart. Johanna. She wanders in, less blustery than before, but smirks when she sees us standing so close. “Did you get my pictures, breadboy, or is your camera card full of porn for the spank bank?” I snort, she’s teasing, but I have to bite back the urge to tell her it’s a little of both. Katniss groans. “Are you ever not vulgar?” She scowls at Jo, who is chuckling now. Then she turns those murcury eyes back to mine. “Have you eaten?” It’s barely a whisper, shy and uncertain, as if I hadn’t just had my hand in her shirt and my tongue down her throat. I shake my head and she shrugs, needing, I think, for me to make the next move. “There’s a great diner, not far from here. Do you want to get dinner together?” Please say yes, I chant in my head. She nods. “Take off that outfit before you cream yourself all over my expensive material,” Jo barks, bemused, and Katniss flips her the bird before stalking away. I show Jo some of the earlier images on my camera back and she’s genuinely pleased, even if she tries to disguise it. Then she wanders off to help Katniss while I pack up my gear. Lost in my thoughts, when I hear his voice I don’t immediately register it as real. “Mellark?” My jaw nearly hits the floor at the sight of Gale Hawthorne hovering in the doorway, stupidly tall and imposing. Gale Hawthorne who Katniss dated all through high school. I haven’t seen him in Twelve in at least a year and a half, stupidly, I thought he was gone. “Gale,” I say, shaking his hand. I’m nothing if not polite. “I didn’t know you were out here, man,” he says, and seems almost pleased to see me. The feeling is not mutual. I shrug. “I’ve only been here a few months,” he says. “Moved out here to be closer to my girlfriend.” He grins; I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Hawthorne grin before. He was always so serious when we were younger. “Hey,” he says. “Does Catnip know you’re here?” As if summoned, Katniss appears from the other room. “Gale!” she shouts, running to him, jumping into his arms. He laughs and spins her around, hugging her tightly. “I thought you weren’t back until next week?” My heart clenches at the sight of them. Just like in high school, they make a beautiful couple, both long and lean, attractive. And it hits me like lightning - this thing between Katniss and me? It was all for the camera. I’m a fool. I shove what’s left of my gear into my bag haphazardly and head for the door. “Peeta?” Katniss says with confusion. “Where are you going? I thought…” she trails off. I turn to face her. She’s changed out of the costume, wearing jeans and a slim black tee, the worst of the war paint scrubbed from her pretty face. Even her hair is back to normal, braided over one shoulder the way she always wore it when we were young. How many times has I sketched that braid in the margins of my notebook? “Figured you’d want to be with Gale,” I grumble, fiddling with the strap of my bag. “Oh,” her expression lightens, the little worry line softening. “I’ll see him later. I’d rather spend time with you now.” She slides her hands into her back pockets, which thrusts her small breasts forward. Fuck. She’s gorgeous, but I don’t know what kind of game she’s playing, and I don’t want to be a pawn in it. “But he just got back?” She shrugs. “Don’t you want to catch up with him?” “I think he’s got plans,” she says, her expression wry. I’m confused as hell. “Plans that are more important than you?” Now I’m teetering on pissed. What kind of plans could possibly be more important than your girlfriend? If she were mine, I’d make certain she knew nothing mattered more to me that her. Katniss laughs. “I expect he wants to spend time with his girlfriend,” she says, echoing my thoughts and leaving me completely perplexed. I glance over at Gale, only to find he’s gone. And then, as if on cue, I hear groans from the other room. Groans clearly of the sexual variety. What the fuck? As the noises increase in volume, words join the mix. Jo, mostly. Clearly she’s happy to see Gale. Now freed from make-up, I can see a blush steal across Katniss’s cheeks. “Ugh,” she says. “They’re like rabbits. Let’s get out of here. It’s only going to get worse.” I am completely lost. She grabs my elbow, propelling me out the door. “Gale is with Jo?” I manage. Katniss nods, glancing at me as if I’m a little slow. “He’s not with you?” Katniss stops dead in the hallway and snorts, the strangest little noise, cute and unfettered. “Gross, Peeta. Gale is my cousin. And this isn’t Kentucky.” “In high school?” I say, and she laughs. “Was my cousin then too.” “You were always together.” “Well yeah, he was pretty much the only one who’d put up with me.” She shrugs. “I didn’t have many friends.” “He might have been part of the reason why,” I grumble. And she laughs, just lightly. But she sobers quickly. “Do you really think if I had a boyfriend I’d have kissed you? I’m not like that.” Deep down, I know that’s true. “I just thought, I don’t know. We were in our own world, and I came onto you pretty hard.” I drop my gaze to the plush carpet. “I guess I thought maybe it wasn’t real.” “Peeta,” she breathes, and echoes of our photo shoot flood my mind, make my dick twitch. She steps closer, looking up at me through lashes just as thick without all of the goop on them. I can see a smattering of faint freckles scattered across her nose. “Do you know why I come into the bakery so often?” she asks, her words skating over my lips. I can almost taste the answer. “You really like cheese buns?” She laughs again, soft puffs of pleasure that tease my senses. “That too,” she admits. “But mostly I come to see you.” She reaches for my free hand, twines our fingers together. “I only agreed to model for Jo when she said it was her friend Peeta who would be taking the pictures.” I swallow hard at her confession. “Really?” She nods. “Is this real?” “Real,” she says. …………………… ……………………

#Happy Birthday!#burky is the bomb #and a helluva friend #xerxia writes #everlark

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Happy (Belated) Easter! 🐣

Wa-Wait... what?... Are you seeing things right? A family photo?..ALL of the Wolfès in one picture?..

Haha, don’t worry.. the world is not ending right now.. though I’ll admit it did feel like it, just to capture this photo! This Easter was a pretty big deal for us this year, being that Beau was born, Jozef is back home, my mother had just been in town and there were soo many caring neighbors, friends and folks of the community that had been sweetly curious as to how we have been doing and things like that! Garrett and I decided that we’d take a family photo, afterall it was the perfect chance right? So I thought..

The night before I always cook our Easter dinner so that way when we come home after attending Easter church service, where they had service followed by a play and an Easter egg hunt, we could come home later in the evening and strip down to our comfy clothes (or stay in our fancy clothes, depending on the mood) and dig in to eat! I’m known for my pies generally so I made a few Apple Tart pies to take to church, give to a few people and then one for us at home. The food preparations were all set and ready to go and all we had to do was get dressed and rock the day! I was so excited and set, you have no clue, I had made sure everyone’s clothes were out. I bought a new Easter dress and matching clothes for us all. The next morning was way more hectic than I had imagined. I timed everything all wrong, church started at 10am in the morning so I thought that if we woke up at 7:30am we’d be on-time since everyone had baths and showers the night before plus their hair all washed, clothes out as well. Oh boy, was I wrong.. We actually should have woken up at 6am on the dot and we possibly could’ve been walking through the doors at 10am.. or 10:15am.

I woke up and the house was so noisy, everyone talking loudly, laughter roaring through our hollow built house.. I could hear pots and pans banging together in the kitchen. What time was it? I had to check my clock, the sunlight was greatly shining it’s beautiful morning rays into the bedroom and the bed was empty besides the baby who was still somehow fast asleep through all of this madness. I had to check if he was breathing, a habit of mine, and then woke him up to get fed and changed as I looked over at the clock on the sideboard, still groggy from general tiredness and wiped my eyes out to re-read that again. 8:58am?! Ohhh no no noo, that’s crazy! I wouldn’t have time to make breakfast, brush my teeth, brush the littles’ teeth, comb my hair and the kids’, and get us all dressed and sitting in church by 10am! Argh, optimistic Rebekkah, stay optimistic. Right, I told myself I had this under control. 9:03am and a cranky baby who was woken up. Oh my goodness, move your tush!!

I slid out of bed in a long grey tshirt that belonged to my husband and looked down at myself, my breast area was all wet and soaked from going too long without feeding Beau, who has a mean sleep game and could sleep a whole day without waking to eat at all. Ugh, I was getting annoyed already at the fact that the house was awake like it was nearly lunch time and no one decided to wake me on the one day that I was speaking of all week long..(queue the stare at my soaked shirt).. not even the baby.

Time to get to business. I pulled the shirt off and lifted the fussy baby onto my breast, grabbed my life-saving Solly Baby Wrap, put it on and snuck into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and attempt my hair all the while breastfeeding before I was whirled into whatever mess they’d made of my lovely house.

I did as much as I possibly could for my hair and ‘makeup’ in such a small time frame, if you consider just a bit of eye makeup something, I went back into the bedroom to put on a little house dress and carried Beau into the front of the house with me where I couldn’t believe my eyes at what I saw; Oisin and Jozef sitting on the couch laid back in their pjs laughing and talking while waving their hands about, the back door wide open and Apple, Oak and Sunshine were out in the backyard playing in mud which I knew by the muddy footprints on the patio, Aoife playing with her baby doll and changing it’s diaper, Liam and Garrett were no where to be found and the kitchen was a mess that looked like it was half-ass cleaned. I looked up at the stove. 9:32am.

“WHAT on EARTH is going on?!” I said in a fuming voice.

It took us about an hour and a half to get ready and into the car. The triplets had to take baths all over again, Garrett and Liam went out to get a fresh fruit salad... a fruit salad?! Forget breakfast at this point, I was full on agitation and felt like no one was helping to be productive. I think Zef took notice, he helped get the triplet bathed and into clothes (though not without a few tantrums from Apple) while Garrett and Liam showered from their run. I quickly put up the girls’ hair and combed through Liam’s and Oak’s. After quickly assuring that everyone looked at least semi-decent and putting the baby in his carseat, we piled into the SUV and off to church we went. It was 11:15am by the time we walked into the church doors, it was so crowded and there were people standing up to see the tail end of the play. We snuck into the back hoping that no one would notice us but we pretty much stood out and Sunshine was crying because she dropped a little flower she was holding but to be honest, the kids were all just hungry and we just had no time. It was all over within a few minutes and then the Easter egg hunt started and I had no choice but to allow them to eat a few of the treats in the egg because they hadn’t really eaten anything.

Later we walked up to the poppyfields that weren’t far from the church at all, with the tripod and camera to take some photos. Garrett insisted that we use a tripod instead of asking someone else to take them. It took sooo many tries to get one alright looking picture because it was either, no one looking at the camera, someone blinking, crying, talking, playing or all of the above. We were all hot and hungry so we grabbed a few more shots as best as we could and called it quits! Went home and ate every last bit of the food that I cooked up.

This week went by soo fast in this household! I thought I’d be able to get this post up on Monday but I got so caught up. I have a few posts to get up so don’t worry after this post I’m going to be making a post about what we’ve been up to and the story on how the kids reacted meeting their baby brother, whom I can’t believe is a month old! 4 weeks!

#us #shoots #jozef #oisin #aoife #liam #apple #sunshine #oak #beau

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