#my favourite is the bathroom and the Paris hotel room

[natalia-hart123]

THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT

Set Designs.

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[whorekneecentral]

saw you r writing 4 Sergio R. what about if you two were fwb ? how did you meet and what its like

sergio my beloved <3333

okay so I'm thinking the obvious connection to sergio would be carlos because sergio played for real madrid and carlos’s favourite team is none other than.. real madrid lmao. 

also sergio was at the final race of the last season, so y/n is carlos’s teammate and he introduces you to sergio. 

you know who he is but carlos makes the connection between the two of you and he suggests you all catch up for dinner after practice. you said you’re free, as did sergio and next thing you know, you’re all at dinner together. 

you two end up hitting it off and chat all through dinner, carlos would have been a major third wheel but lovely isa rescued him from that because she joined y’all for dinner. 

carlos and isa leave you and sergio at dinner and you two end up getting drinks and before you know it, you're making out outside of your hotel room and then you’re in bed together. 

you two see each other the next day at the actual race but you don’t talk and at some point, he manages to get someone to slip you his number. 

a few friends of yours live in paris, so you head there before the holiday season and you guys ended up at one of the psg games (we’re gonna pretend the WC didn’t happen this year lmao) 

you let him know you’re coming and before you leave for the game, you get a package and it's one of his jerseys. 

so you wear the jersey to the game, and duh, they win. anyways you two end up chatting post game, your friends has plans with someone else, asked if you wanted join ad before you could answer, sergio answers for you.

“she’s gonna hang out with me. maybe another time.”   you ask him where you two are going, he says back to his place. 

so there you two are, sergio and you somehow wrapped up in domestic bliss, he’s cooking you dinner and you’re drinking wine, in his kitchen, in his jersey. 

things were feeling a bit too real. 

you ended up hooking up, over and over again; the things he does with his fingers and his tongue and well, every part of him is nothing if not extraordinary. 

over the course of the f1 winter break, you spent the time back and forth between monaco and paris, the same with sergio; when he didn’t have training or games, he was in monaco with you. when he did have games and practice, you came to paris. 

it was safe to say, you two had hooked up just about everywhere. 

at the final race; in your driver’s room, in the hallway, accidentally in carlos’s driver room. 

in the locker room after the game, in the parking garage in the car, in his kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom. 

you two did the same at your place, the lack of clothes is so real. 

you tend to keep things on the low but between races and games, it was a bit hectic but you made it work. 

the two of you occasionally posted from the same place and people started to catch up on it but it was far and in between enough that no one paid attention. 

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos smut

[mybloodyfamousprophets]

i hope you ate on your 7 hour drive from the 6ix, islands far, truck stop the busses skip, pay twenty dollar ticket, get away for a weekend,

walk on through historic city, jacques cartier looks so pretty, our own little slice, copy of Paris, ligne orange a montmorency, blue line trains not fancy, changer snowdon go east, climb a mountain, watch sunsetz clouds burn out like the darts hitting, you spent your life hidden, found out what you’d been missing, spotlight Mount Royal eye, clubs bouncing city lights, head back downtown avoid fights, hit the Saint Laurent tonight, drinks flowing, your good times, look across the bar with starstruck eyes, that boys outfit is cuter than mine, but tonight i won’t have the time,

came here first you were just a kid, city felt magic we got snowed in, eating cheapest street poutine, those were really simple days, no boys backstabbers frauds or fakes, just a teacher that you hate, punish you alone i call that hate, you never talked back, no stand up show up for yourself, misguided alone on a bad path you fell, no good friends to lift you out of that hell, but you’re not that kid and now you’re well, different, but you saw the city and you got addicted

a few years later we drive on back, too broke for Adirondack, mom takes you off the leash to roam, and you almost bought a ticket home, but explore on your own and take in the sights, a city so close but different from mine, change your language all the time, guys smoking weed and cops don’t fine, didnt have a boy i could call mine, just 14 but you were longing, feel like you weren’t belonging, some new clothes renewed your hope but you still begged, throw me a rope, you were too serious, i’m not serious enough, you were jaded, now I’m faded off the pot, you were sippin, vodka, civics class was hot, im no different, just changed it up a notch,

icy winter, but i’m a little older now, thanks for frosh week, went with new friends, it was pretty sweet, stared at Van Gogh, moving picture on the wall, high feel the stars that circle the hall, not here with you, but i let myself enjoy it all, long line smoked meat, famous deli, and then we leave on down the street, i know my way in this city, Apple Maps try and lie to me, bus downtown busy streets, then we stayed in the room that night, drinking Whitney till the sun rise, one more shot on the count of ten, passing out in the bathroom bin, drunken mess dragged into bed, can’t remember what you said, drunk and i was feeling red, wishing i was holding… no, i can’t say his name.

racers weekend, rene levesque looks red hot, jean drapeau all blocked off, rainy days forecast still stayed hot, see these streets i walk a lot, but im here on my own shot, booked this trip to see him, city he was gonna be in, but i asked him when he’s free and he never sent that text to me, stayed with a friend we went to check out ACC, have a good drink but i prefer to smoke, so did he, i take another toke, what a joke, stayed with her but my boys at home, still, never came with me, i guess it’s good he couldn’t ruin my favourite city, running away REM faster than highway, make my great escape, or maybe one day, i walked by that jacques cartier, same spot i saw as a kid that day, teacher heard ipod in pocket headphones played, tales of scary ghosts and gays, spot where memories were made, i talk to none of them anymore, times passed years before

weekend trip you, came with your best friend, roommates kicked out by hotel [can’t name due to ongoing legal battle], wouldn’t leave them out on the streets, moved new hotel, now my friend is feeling groovy so we go to gay bars, smoothie, fruit salad in the room, beyonce or abba go and pick a tune, or some awful showtune we don’t feel glee, i only know Hamilton mcmaster university, or queen elizabeth, granted, not the monarch, burning filtered lights and my hands are up, burn my lungs and cross my heart, on the balcony and I’m singing, baby, did you even really love me?

one days time is, never enough, to catch this city from the window on a bus, metro underground rolling around, taking over every cool spot in town, meet a new guy old one got mean, can’t tell if he’s just, playing with me, headphones brown hair, see him some, here n there, want more, give me some fun!

one days time is, never enough, stayed in anjou, far from the fun, cross province drank the same time as me, we both threw up so dizzy, fireball my throat is burning, keele’d over on college street, he’s on the floor, breakup Whitney, and we called a cab at like, 10 past 3, friends lift him into bed, i tumbled into the back, seat, flashing lights passing by me, ride or die by my side, known since my home town that’s a long time, one won’t ask a girl cause he’s too shy, not my guy, i tried to hang out but he wouldn’t slide, don’t like sliding no pinball, no arcade, but tokens on me, already paid, if he wanted to entertain he would’ve answered differently, unless i took that wrongly, RAADS test score one thirty, sometimes need help socially, love to talk i’m maturing, smokes with strangers in places i do things i regret, manifest his text but i couldn’t read his name

still spent his time playing games, respond “i like you maybe”, no initiate or make time for me, maybe he just isn’t for me, or he’s too shy or I’m too boring, chasing men that don’t adore me, or even boys that just talk to me, tell me come through you know im moving, unless there’s a death or a dinner I can’t miss, rare family moments that sometimes exist, or friends from far places that make the adventure, and you can’t even send a text message, or just come around, this big campus town, stand on a rooftop and stare at the ground, the pond and the ducks a rare city scene, can’t look in your eyes ill get lost again

[folkloreguk]

Paris (optional bias)

A/N: This is just something short I’ve had in my drafts for so long and I’ve finally finished it...there’s not much storyline but I swear it’s really sweet and I hope you like it x

genre: photographer!bias, suggestive themes, some kissing and cuddling, just two people on holiday and deeply in love tbh (pls send me some tissues)

words: 1.4 k

“Stay still baby,” he demanded, but not in a rough tone. It was gentle, a little sleepy. You chuckled, hearing the familiar click.

“You look so gorgeous in this light,” he mumbled, his face hidden behind his camera. The curtains of the hotel room were pulled away slightly, so the golden evening light could enter. You were going to get up, but now you fell back into bed, giving in to your boyfriend. Your hair was messy, your makeup even messier. Your clothes were everywhere but on your body.

For a moment you gazed at your boyfriend as he tried to photograph you from the perfect angle. He’d always preferred watching the world through a lens rather than just his eyes. Until you had come along. In you, he had found a new challenge. Oh, how many times you had heard him complain about how he couldn’t seem to capture your beauty in a photo. As if you were some part of nature that simply was too beautiful to fit into a picture. He had compared you to the night sky, a roaring waterfall, the light of the setting sun and fireworks – all his favourite things, basically. Although you didn’t agree. When it was hard to see your beauty in the mirror, one look at the collection of photos on your wall sufficed. Seeing yourself through his eyes made you feel like you were enough. More than enough, in fact. You understood a little better what he saw in you, and slowly you had also started seeing the good, beautiful things in yourself.

It had been a year since he had asked you to be his girlfriend. For your anniversary, you had booked a trip – your first holiday together, in fact. Now it was just the two of you, together, in a strange city. Without a care in the world. That’s what you had agreed on.

You spent your time in bed, exploring the streets where even tourists weren’t found, trying all of the local food and then spending more time in bed. As always, your boyfriend couldn’t put his camera down. Not even in his holidays. But you didn’t mind because you knew it made him happy. And when he was happy, so were you.

His hair was probably even messier than yours, but it made you smile to know you had made it that way. He grinned, watching you through his lens.

“Can I please go to the bathroom now?” you asked, stretching on top of the blankets.

“If you come back quickly,” he answered, and you laughed.

“Don’t worry,” you joked. Your legs were a little weak as you got up. You could still feel where he had touched you, making your cheeks heat up.

When you entered the bedroom again, he had taken your spot on the bed. The last sun rays were now catching in his sparkling eyes, tangling in his hair and dunking his skin in a golden, glowing light. His bare chest was rising and falling steadily and he had draped the sheets over his lower body lazily. He looked at you as if you were the rarest sight in the world, some mythical creature only the luckiest got the chance to encounter once in a lifetime and like you held all the answers to the universe all at once. An overwhelming feeling of love overcame you at the sight of him.

As soon as your leg touched the bed, he opened his arms for you. Smiling, you clung to him as he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. Even though you were thousands of miles away, you had never felt more at home than in that moment. Your safe place was wherever he was.

Softly, his hands wandered across your skin, drawing random patterns. Sometimes he touched you as if you were artwork at a museum. Too fragile and too precious, maybe even forbidden to lay his hands on. Other times, he dug his fingers deeply into your skin and pulled you flush against his hot body, trapping you under his weight and making it hard for you to breathe with his feverish kisses. His light chuckle rang ever so delightfully in your ears as he noticed the dark hickeys on your chest. His personal masterpiece, only for you to see. If he was the artist, you were his muse and his canvas. The touch tickled you a little. When he traced the dark shapes on your skin you shivered, and when his fingertips came close to your nipples your heart skipped a beat or two. Softly, you swatted his hand away.

“Still haven’t had enough?” you asked.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said. You didn’t blame him. If anything, you had never related more. You had just closed your eyes, trying to listen to the way his heart was beating underneath your head, when he rolled over on top of you. When you looked up at him, he had already lowered his head to kiss you. Without your control, your lips curled into a smile. Compared to earlier, when his kisses had been so full of passion and need, they now felt soft, like candy cotton clouds on your skin. Your lips moved slow enough for you to consciously notice every little sensation. The way his hair tickled your forehead, his nose brushing against yours, and his hand intertwining with yours next to your head. Deeply, you breathed in, only to sigh because his scent overtook all your senses with a rush you thought one could only receive from consuming drugs.

His bare chest against yours was warm and your legs tangled with the blankets by your feet. Through the gap in the window you heard the lively song of birds and chatter of both other tourists and residents in the city. Physically, they were just outside, a few levels lower, on the street. But your head was miles away from it all. It was all heart eyes and lips practically quivering with the need to let him know how much you loved him. He beat you to it.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered. “So much. All of you.”

He peppered kisses on your neck and squeezed your hands in his. How come your heart could never get used to these words? Why did it have to jump the way it did, every single time? Not once had you been able to stop the big smile on your face upon hearing the confession – not that you tried hard, because why should you have – and each time you had to regain your composition for a few seconds, until you could return those words.

“So am I,” you said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yesterday you said the ice cream shop downtown was the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” he teased, a smile evident in his voice.

“That was an exaggeration, obviously,” you said. “If you hadn’t been there with me, it would have only been a fifth as delicious.”

“Thank god,” he said, exaggerating. “I almost thought I had lost against some chocolate ice cream there.”

“Come here, silly,” you said. He raised his head from your neck and grinned. Sometimes you were nearly convinced he could have cured any problem with his handsome smile. But the look he was giving you was reserved only for you. It was saying words without having to speak and held countless memories from the past.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole universe,” you said. “And yes, I do know that none of the aliens out there could possibly be better than you. But I do hope we go back to that ice cream shop tonight.”

His eyes had gone from loving to amused and back to loving. Gently, his lips met yours again. The kiss only lasted for a short while, but it said enough.

“We can go back there,” he said. “Do you wanna go for dinner now? Down by the river?”

“Let’s stay like this, just five minutes longer, alright?” you asked. You weren’t quite ready to lose his warmth on your skin and to leave this little, perfect world inside the hotel room just yet. In fact, if it was possible, you’d drag out the moment forever. And he seemed to agree. He hummed and nodded quietly. The next time his lips met yours, you didn’t let him pull away so fast. Five minutes, half an hour, an hour, what even was time when you were with him?  

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[mrsseverussnape]

Love Is You - chapter 1

a/n: Hey guys, like i said in my info post i am reposting my OC fics again. I am gonna start with Love Is You, might post couple chapters in a day. Even if you don’t like oc fics, i think you won’t regret it since it is full of drama😏 I’d like to hear your thoughts!

Trigger warning: cheating

     Scarlett woke up to a rainy Paris morning. She usually liked rainy weathers, but today it just made her uncomfortable in a weird way that she couldn’t put a finger on. But she brushed it off her mind and went to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower before heading to Ministére des Affaires Magiques de la France. Scarlett was supposed to stay in Paris 1 more day too but the Ministry has rescheduled the meetings for today. She was very happy about it because now she could be with her husband, Sirius, on his birthday. This will be a great surprise for Sirius, she thought.

     After the meetings she went shopping, some French cheese and wine would be good for the birthday celebration. She has already gotten his gift, just needed a birthday cake to complete her surprise. Scarlett went back to the hotel to pack her stuff and apparated to London. Before heading home, she stopped by Sirius's favourite pastry shop and picked a birthday cake for him. Now she was all set and walked home excitedly. When Scarlett arrived at their door, she had that weird feeling again. She shook her head and opened the door then walked in quietly, she didn’t want to mess the surprise up right now. Scarlett left her luggage in the doorway then took the cake out of its box and started to look for Sirius. He wasn't in the living room, so she went upstairs. She saw their bedroom door ajar "I found you!" Scarlett mumbled to herself grinning and walked up to the room. When she got closer to the room, she started to hear voices. Scarlett pushed the door open slowly and immediately wished she hadn't done that. Her husband of 26 years was on top of a woman, moaning with lust. Scarlett felt a sudden pain in her heart like somebody stabbed her. The pair didn't even notice her while she was shattering into pieces there. The tears were running down on her cheeks uncontrollably. Scarlett put the cake on the nearby dresser and run downstairs then to outside. This was the moment when Sirius heard the sounds of her heels made and then noticed the cake on the dresser by the bedroom’s door. He cursed and moved away from the young woman underneath him. Sirius felt like he has woken up from hallucination with the sound of Scarlett’s heels, he had no recollection of how things came to this point but he was aware that he was in a big trouble.

"What's happening? I am not done yet!"  The woman pouted and tried to pull him back to her.

"Leave!"  he said while putting on his clothes. "Just leave! I fucked up everything!" 

He run out of the room while she was cursing behind him.

     Sirius was outside but Scarlett was nowhere to be seen. He needed to find her before it was too late but deep inside, he knew Scarlett was done with him. This thought made his heart wrench. He took a deep breath and apparated to the place where he was hoping to find her. Scarlett has apparated to her favourite hill in London. Watching London up from here has always made her happy and relaxed but tonight she was sitting there like a mess. When she thought about the scene that she just saw in their bedroom, a knife was stabbing her heart over and over again. She didn't know what to do but cry. When she was sad, she always went to Sirius because he always had something to make her happy but tonight, he was the reason that she was sad. Even sad wasn't enough to describe what she felt right now. Scarlett heard footsteps approaching to her then his voice, of course he knew she would be here.

"Scarlett...?" Sirius sat next to her. "Scarlett, love i am so sorry. I am so sorry." he couldn't help his own tears running down on his cheeks. He tried to hold her hand but she was quick to pull it away from him. "

“Don't touch me after you touched her!"

"Scar look at me please, i beg you!"

She looked into his moon like eyes. Sirius stared back at her dark green ones, the ones used to look at him with love and happiness.

"How many times you cheated on me when i was away...?" She whispered, scared of the answer.

"Never! I never cheated on you!"

"Until today... What changed? What did i do wrong...?"

His heart ached with her words; she was blaming herself for his own stupid act.

"You did nothing wrong Scarlett. I... i don't even know why i did that..." He cried. "Please forgive me... i will never do that again, i promise!"

She shook her head "You gave me a promise years ago. And you knew cheating is my biggest fear in a relationship... I have trusted you Sirius..." Then she added "Who, who is she?" 

Sirius was crying and not answering the question.

"Tell me who is she!?"

"Arabelle Fullalove..."

"Your co-worker, right?" She laughed angrily. "I have warned you about her, remember? I knew she had her eyes on you!" She stood up and walked away from him.

"Scar don't go, i can fix it please!" He ran after her and caught her by the arm.

Scarlett turned to look at him one last time.

"I want a divorce." She said it so silently, but the words hit him like bullets.

"No no no Scarlett don't leave me! I will do anything! I love you. I can't live without you!" Sirius was trying to hold her.

Her heart ached with pain, she felt like she is dying inside. She loved him so much, but she couldn't accept what he has done tonight.

"I said what i said." Then she took of her wedding ring and handed it to him with her shaky hand.

"No no no! Don't do that Scar, i am begging you! You can't just forget all these years!"

"Do you think i want that, huh!? All i wanted to do was celebrate your birthday tonight but i found myself in this fuckery!" She lost her temper at this point. "Why!? Why did you do this to me!? To us!?" She was punching his chest while crying. "Tell me!"

"I don't know Scar, i swear i don't know! It… It just happened..." 

Scarlett looked at him with disappointment and shook her head in disbelief. Then apparated, leaving him there all alone. Sirius fell on his knees crying, he has lost his everything.

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[footywritingworks]

Red Lipstick On Him {Trent Alexander-Arnold}

For my dear @marcdurm. Yes I wrote it for you so I hope you like it 😂😘

Also I’m not that good at writing smut but I hope it’s still good enough

Word count: 3.9k

Leaning over the bathroom counter of the hotel room, you applied the last bits of make up to your face. You rounded it up with your favourite lipstick, a bright red shade suiting the dress you were wearing. The red, floor length gown with a slit on the side hugged your curves just right, the small gemstones stitched onto the fabric made the dress sparkle with every movement you made.

Being in Paris with Trent was something very special, especially in these conditions. He had the season of a lifetime, being the best player he could be, resulting in him being nominated for the Ballon d’or. You were incredibly proud of him. It wasn’t easy being with him. He took losses really personal and beat himself up if he didn’t play that well. But you stayed by his side, heeding him up and helping him out of the hole he sometimes buried himself in. He always said that you were the thing keeping him sane and grounded. But of course you knew it wasn’t just you. It was also the support and love he got from his family and friends that kept him the same Liverpool lad he always was.

The anticipation made you nervous, making yourself fidgety and playing with the engagement ring on your hand. Tonight was really big and you hoped to be able to celebrate something later tonight with Trent. Which is why you brought his favourite set of lingerie to Paris with you. Just like your lipstick and dress it was red, almost like the jerseys of Liverpool. There was no denying that Trent adored the colour red on you. You bought it for their first champions league win and it’s been his favourite ever since, even tho he had to rebuy the panties from time to time because he ripped them off of your body.

You got out of the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom when you saw Trent. You knew he always looked gorgeous no matter what he wore, but seeing him in a suit was a whole different level of handsome. He was wearing a back suit with a vest and a bow around his neck. The material was tight around his arms, making his muscles more visible. He looked broader in general with his shoulder looking even wider than before. He wore the silver watch you bought him for your last anniversary around his wrist. He looked truly incredible. Your mind was already making up scenarios on how you could get this suit off him and have your way with him. Goosebumps rose up all over your skin and a burning heat traveled south. You wanted him. You wanted him so desperately.

When Trent saw you his jaw dropped. He never had seen that dress before and it made you look like a goddess ready to take him with you wherever your heart desired. He came up to you with a huge smile on his face, his arms wrapping around you. He pulled you close, wanting to kiss you but you turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek.

“Lipstick, Trent. No kisses until the after party.”

He pulled away pouting and giving you the ‘are you serious’ look. He wasn’t pleased with you not kissing him and as much as he loved the red lipstick, he would much rather see it smeared around from passionate kisses. You gave him a small smile and stroked his cheek while the other hand grabbed for his and began to pull him to the door.

“Come on T. The faster we go, the faster we will be back. And then you can ruin my lipstick all you want.”

The gala was a great experience. Seeing all these football stars upclose was something you couldn’t get used to even after being with Trent for so long. You were almost bursting with pride when Trent was declared best player of the season and won the Ballon d’or. Tears were forming in your eyes as he walked up to the stage to get his well deserved trophy. You really had something to celebrate tonight. You really had something to celebrate tonight, first at the after party and hopefully later in the hotel on your own.

The after party was held in a big ballroom with chandeliers on the ceiling and golden decorations. It looked really fancy, much fancier than what you were used to. There was a buffet full of snacks and some people were going around with plates full of Champaign flutes. Trent grabbed one for you both and lead you to some of the England lads that were also nominated and so at the after party as well. You were mingling for a couple of hours, you getting a little tipsy from the Champaign you kept drinking.

You were giggling quietly, pushing yourself closer to Trent. His arm was wrapped around your waist the whole night, showing you were his missus and that you were the one always supporting him. But the more you drank the tighter his grip on your waist got. You were used to Trent getting more possessive when he was drunk but tonight it only made the fire inside you burn even stronger, making your need almost desperate. The couple in front of you was engrossed in their own conversation which gave Trent the opportunity to lean down to your height, whispering in your ear.

“You don’t know what you do to me baby girl. If we were alone you can bet I would rip this dress off your body and fuck you until you couldn’t anything else but my name. I’d make you cum until you can’t anymore.”

His words were the last straw for you, every considerate thought was thrown out of the window, leaving you with the burning heat in your body. Your skin was tingling and the muscles of your core clenched around nothing, making almost painful not to have him inside of you. He pulled away with a smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing to you. You lost your patience and pushed yourself on your tippy toes, so now you were face to face with him.

“Please, Trent. Do it. I want you to ruin me. Right here, at this party.”

You clung to his body, your thigh rubbing against his crotch, feeling a bulge growing. Trent was still smirking, pulling you closer so your body was pressed against his.

“Oh, baby girl. I won’t fuck you here. I would have to do it fast and you would have to be quiet and we both know you’re not one to stay quiet. Besides, I want to take my time with you.”

You were basically begging him with your eyes but he stayed strong. So you tried the last thing on your mind.

“Baby. Let me at least suck your cock. You deserve it. Please.”

Your last words were barely a whisper but they affected Trent in the biggest way possible. He held back a groan and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the toilets. People were dancing and the music was loudly playing, so no one noticed you making your way into the woman’s bathroom together.

He was pulling you into a free bathroom stall, locking it behind you while you got on your knees, the red dress falling around you. Trent leaned against the wall while you unbuckled his belt and opened his dress pants. You pulled down his pants with his underwear and your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing up against this stomach.

You took him in your hand and pulled him to your mouth. You licked over his head, which made Trent let out a deep moan. You pulled away and spat into your hand before moving it up and down his shaft, your spit acting as a lubricant.

Trent began to groan when you took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his skin before taking him even deeper. You felt him reach the back of your throat with your hand still pumping the inches you couldn't fit inside. Your gag reflex kicked in, your throat constricting around his cock. He seemed to feel good, his hips bucking into your mouth and his moans growing louder. You pulled away and looked up at him. He swore he could cum from just looking at you like this. Lips swollen, eyes slightly red and a string of spit still connected to his cock. He could see some marks of your lipstick on the skin. How much he loved that fucking lipstick.

"Shhh baby. Be quiet. Don't want me to stop, do you?"

Trent furrowed his brows. You wouldn't dare. He grabbed your head at the back of your neck to tilt your head upwards. You loved when he was dominant like this. It made your whole body tingle and you felt your panties get wetter by the second.

"Don't be naughty baby girl. Or I will have to punish you."

And then he pulled your mouth back on his cock, encouraging you to continue to suck him off. He was getting closer and closer to the edge. His breaths came out sharply and you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly under his dress shirt. And then he came with a groan as his hips bucked into your mouth as he emptied himself inside of your mouth. You swallowed and licked him clean before you stood up again to press a kiss against Trents lips. He pulled himself back inside his pants and smiled brightly at you.

"You make me crazy, you know that? I love you so much."

You smiled at him. It almost seemed unreal to love someone as much as you loved each other. But you and Trent made it possible. Many people told you that what you two had was something really special. His parent were especially happy for you two, claiming you had 'heart eyes' when you looked at each other or one of you was just as much as mentioned to each other. It all seemed like your own little fairytale with you being the princess and Trent being your prince.

You pulled him close to you by his shirt and have him one last passionate kiss before turning to the bathroom mirror to make yourself look presentable again. When you were done Trent took your hand and led you back to the ballroom. You each took one glass of champagne and got back to conversing with other people.

All throughout the evening you and Trent were getting more and more to drink. You were dancing and laughing and just having a good time. Little did you know there would be tabloid articles gushing about how adorable and perfect for each other you two were and how you were one of the Top 3 power couples Liverpool had ever seen.

Around 4am you were on the way back to the hotel, the taxi almost gliding through the streets of Paris. You were cuddling up to Trent, your legs touching and your head laying on his shoulder. His hand was laying on your thigh, caressing your skin that peaked through the slit of your dress. Your head rolled back so you could look up at him. His eyes sparkled and his smile made you feel the love you had for each other. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes by the feeling of his lips on your skin.

"I love you Trent. So much."

Trent leaned down to kiss your lips and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered like they always did when he was around. Like they always would. A lifetime without, without his love, was unimaginable for you. It would be unbearable. You wanted him to be your husband and have children running around your garden, the perfect mix of the two of you.

"I love you too. More than anything."

His voice send electric sparks through your body and your core clenched around air once again. His voice was raspy and deep, almost sounding like his morning voice. The need inside you growing more and more. You let out a whine, hoping Trent would understand what you wanted from him. He thankfully did and inched his hand considerably closer to the inside of your thigh also going up on you leg. He was what felt like mere inches away from your pussy. You were writhing already, trying to relieve the pressure by pressing your thighs closer together. But Trent pried your legs open and put his and over your already wet panties, which made you let out a breathy moan. If you weren’t so desperate for him, you would be embarrassed about how you were acting, but right now you couldn’t think about anything else but him.

„Do you want me that bad, babygirl? You’re soaked.“

His words were a hot whisper in your ear and you couldn’t wait to finally get inside the hotel so he could have his way with you. His hand now moved up and slid inside your panties. It slightly relieved your need but it also made you even more frustrated. His hand just laid there, without moving, his fingertips brushing over your clit every time the car shook from the pavement. On his face was a big smirk that drove you crazy. He always did that. He used every possible opportunity to tease you in public. You should be used to it by now but it only got worse the more he did it.

Finally the taxi stopped at the hotel and Trent took his hand out of your panties to pay the driver. He got out first and walked around the car to open the door for you. He held his hand out and helped you step out of the car yourself, the same smirk still evident on his face. He looked so cheeky, like a child who took some candy without their mother noticing. It made you only more frustrated.

He put his hand on the small of your back and led you into the hotel. His hand felt like it was burning on your skin and it was tingling with anticipation. All hairs stood on your body ready for any kind of touch he'd give you. Your own arm wrapped around his waist so you could push yourself closer to him. His bodyheat radiated off him and it was like you were both burning for each others touch.

You passed the nightguard on your way to the elevator, wishing him a calm and good night. He gave you a smile and nodded to you.

"You too, Mr and Mrs Alexander-Arnold."

Your face instantly became red, the blush rising up from your neck to your cheeks. Even after being together for so long and being engaged for a little while you still blushed whenever someone thought you were his wife already. You'd have to get used to this in the future.

You stepped into the elevator and he pressed the button for your floor. Just as the doors were closing, he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your hands found themselves on his cheeks, stroking the soft skin.

"It's so hot when people think you're my wife. Because you belong only to me. You're mine. My missus."

That was all it took for your desire to get the best of you. You pulled him into you and smashed your lips against his. The kiss was full of passion and lust, tongues moving and teeth clashing. His hand traveled down your your body, hiking your leg up around his waist by your thigh. His grip on the flesh of your thigh was strong with his nails leaving Crescent marks on your smooth skin. It made you moan out loud as you threw your head back.

Trents kisses wandered down to your neck. Kissing, licking and biting the sensitive skin made shivers run down your spine. You felt yourself get wetter by the second. It was almost like your whole pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention. But Trent wasn't going to give it to you that easily.

He focused on the skin between your neck and collar bones, one of your most sensitive spots. His tongue ran over the skin before sucking on it. It made your core clench and you let out a moan louder than the ones before.

Now you wanted to feel more of his skin on yours. The bow had already been loosed over the course of the evening. But you wanted the vest and dress shirt gone too. While he still caressed your neck you opened the button of his vest. You could feel his muscles under his shirt and you couldn't wait any longer. You had to do something. Now.

Your hands gripped at the top of his white dress shirt and the you ripped at it. You could hear the seams breaking as the buttons flew around the small space. Trent raised his head from your neck and looked at you. His brown eyes bore into you and and he raised his eyebrow. He wasn't happy with you ripping his shirt. He gripped your jaw with one of his big hand to hold you in place. Both of you were breathing heavily but Trent went into full dominant mood.

"Do I have to punish you, babygirl? You've been such a good girl all night and now you decide to be naughty. Typically."

Trent had never looked sexier than this. His shirt half ripped showing off his beautiful skin with his lips slightly swollen from kisses. His eyes held the lust he was feeling.

"No Tent. I just want you. I want you so bad. Please."

You couldn't see more of him because he turned you around so you were facing the wall. He pressed himself against you and you could feel his hard on rubbing against your butt. He gripped your hair to pull your head back so you could feel his breath on your neck. His voice was even more rough now, almost growling.

"Do you see, feel, what you do to me baby? I can't get enough of you. And we both know I always take what is mine."

Before you could say anything the elevator door opened on your floor. He took your hands and pulled you to your room. As soon as the door was closed he pranced on you like a starved lion. His kisses deep and his hands all over your body. You walked to your bed and you let yourself fall back onto the sheets. He opened the last buttons of his shirt as you admired his chiseled abs in the moonlight that shone through the windows.

He shed himself of the shirt and vest and crawled over your body. You began making out again. His kisses and his hands being all over you. You didn't know where you ended and he began anymore. All you felt was the burning passion that connected your bodies.

Trent sat up again and turned your body around so you were laying on your stomach. You loved when he'd sometimes manhandled you. It made you all giddy inside. He unzipped the gown very carefully because he knew you wanted to keep in one piece. Once he had stripped it off you he ripped off the red lingerie he loved so much.

"As much as I love this on you. I needed this off you. I'll buy you more. Much more."

You turned yourself back around so you could kiss him. You loved the feeling of his heated skin on yours. Your hands moved to unbuckle his belt and one of them slid under his briefs to feel his cock already hard in your palm. He pulled your hand out and pressed it on the sheets next to you. He began kissing down your body, taking extra care of your chest my massaging and nibbling on your nipples. Your back arched off the bed by the feeling what run through your body. It felt amazing. And he got even lower, kissing over your stomach before he reached your core.

You could feel his hot breath on the slick skin of your pussy and it made you squirm, wanting him to finally do something. He kissed your inner thighs slowly moving down. You bucked your hips up to get him closer but he just held your hips down with his arm.

All of a sudden he just dove in. First with a long lick along your folds before closing his lips around your clit and sucking on it. The feeling made you arch your back and your hand gripped onto his hair for support. You always loved when he ate you out but this seemed different. It felt different. Better than ever before. He even ran some of his fingers over your entrance to check if you were wet enough and then pushed two fingers into you. He curled them upwards so they pushed against the bundle of nerves inside of you. Even though you tried to keep your moans low until now, you just couldn't anymore. Loud moans drifted out of your mouth and your chest was moving up and down repeatedly from your heavy breathing. He was eating you like a starved man. It was like his tongue was everywhere at the same time. It was overwhelming.

With him having his mouth on your clit, sucking so deliciously on it, and his fingers moving inside you felt like you were coming in no time. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you could almost feel the smirk on his lips as he helped you ride through your high.

Your were still breathing heavily when he kissed his way up your body again. When you were face to face again you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. You hadn't even realized he had pulled his pants and briefs down, now also naked above you. When he pulled away from the kiss he leaned his forehead against yours. His brown eyes bore into yours and all you could feel was love radiating from the two of you.Trent pecked your lips one last time before moving to sit up to get a condom. But you stopped him by grabbing

his wrist.

"Don't. Just leave it there. I want you just like this."

His eyes widened. This would be the first time you would have bare sex. You were still young and didn't really want children yet. But you have been together for so long, the moment just felt right to not be as careful as you had been before. If it happens it happens.

His whole face lit up and he leaned right back down to kiss you again. He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed it. You gasped loudly at the stretching sensation. As many times as you had sex, you would never get used to his size. It always left a pleasant burn while adjusting.

You threw your head back in pleasure as he began thrust into you. The sensation of his bare cock was something you never wanted to miss again. Feeling every ridge and bumb of his skin without a barrier was so much better than you could have imagined. He hit spots inside of you that you never knew could feel so good. The both of you were breathing heavily but still connecting your lips in passionate kisses from kisses from time to time. Your hands were clasped together. The whole atmosphere was something you had never experienced. So passionate, so loved, like your souls were connecting.

And Trent really was your soulmate.

#liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold #taa #liverpool #footy imagines #footy imagine #football imagines #football imagine #footy #football #lfc

[thethousandyearwitch]

The Show Must Go On! - A Youtuber AU you didn’t want and didn’t need

Hisoka Morrow, italian Makeup Youtuber, enjoys his life in the comfort and occasional drama of his profession. But nothing brings more drama into his life than the eldest son of the Zoldyck fashion magazine empire.

Meanwhile, aspiring australian Twitch Streamer Gon Freecs forms a special bond to a Speedrunner commonly going by "Kil".

Chapter 1 

FF.net link - AO3 link 

Beep Beep. beep Beep. Click

8:00 am. Hisoka rolled over in his queen-sized bed, groaning at the interruption of his beauty sleep. Setting an early alarm after editing until 2 am was a horrible idea.

He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and rolls onto his back, following his ritual of checking all his notifications in the morning. The video he had uploaded after editing was well received, many comments about how he should try more looks with purple eyeshadow. About 3 years ago he had started his channel “Bubblegumbitch Makeup” as more of a throwaway joke after someone insulted his makeup on Instagram. However, an audience grew quite quickly, and Hisoka had to admit that he enjoyed the attention and luxury of it all. Making money by sitting in front of a camera and applying Makeup while people tell you how good looking you are is a great ego boost.

Half-heartedly he scrolled through his subscription feed, just to see what his competition was up to, though barely anyone had really uploaded during the night. Amateurs and their 'healthy' sleep schedules. A true influencer knows that an audience never sleeps.

 He disregarded his phone somewhere into the pile of pillows that make up his bed and made his way into the bathroom. His morning showers are more functional than enjoyable, quickly rinsing on whatever spirits of sleep may linger on him.

After that, the Makeup artist applied his usual morning creams, body lotion, towel dries his hair, and threw on a pair of grey low-waist sweats and a comfortable white razor-back shirt. Need. Coffee.

 Hisokas flat was a quaint little thing just outside of Rieti. An open imitation marble kitchen, facing the living room equipped with a black leather couch and wall mounted flat screen TV, opening to a relatively small balcony housing a few plants.

Exiting his bedroom, he grabbed the TV remote and switched unto a random morning news show, just needing background noise while he waits for his coffee to brew.

"And preparations are running wild for the annual Fashion Week in Rome. This year the line-up features many new promising designers from all over the globe. Tune in at 10 for more-"

The fashion week! Hisoka grinned, having nearly forgotten about this important event that he had always followed closely. Though rarely attending himself, he had been requested on multiple occasions as a make-up artist for certain models. But there was something more important connected to that special week. He grabbed his fresh cappuccino and strolled back to his room, fishing his phone from the depths of pillow mountain.

"Hisoka: Gooooood Morning! Roma's Fashion Week is coming up, are you going to stop on by? ~"

It didn’t take long before his phone chimed with the familiar Ping of a private Message.

“Bellissimo <3: I will be going to the Show for 4 days. If it proves convenient, I’d drop by for a short collaboration.”

“Hisoka: I’ll be keeping my bed warm~♥️”

“Bellissimo<3: Gross and unnecessary. I will book a room in my usual hotel in Rome. I’ll drop by for the Collaboration on Monday afternoon, and leave after.”

“Bellissimo<3: I will send you some sample pieces later, please come up with a look for one of them, and don’t just ‘wing it’ like last time.”

Hisoka giggled before disregarding his phone again. Illumi Zoldyck, breakthrough Fashion Designer from England, and eldest son of Zoldyck fashion magazine empire, who often uploaded videos of his artistic process on his channel “I. Zoldyck Fashion”. They had met 2 years ago, at a smaller Paris fashion show, the first one Hisoka ever attended. A model had requested Hisoka as her makeup artist, while Illumi had been working on a dress for her, and the two of them ended up working closely together to properly coordinate colours with each other. And though Illumi expressed great annoyance with Hisoka, they exchanged numbers, and started to make collab videos whenever they fell into the same place. Something about working together with Illumi got Hisokas heart racing. Seeing the camera-shy man get increasingly more frustrated with his antics was a joy that could hardly be topped.

But he didn’t have time to dwell in good memories and spine-tingling anticipation. He had work to do. And so once again he chucked his phone back into the pillow-cave system and made his way into his recording room.

It was a small office space, on one side an office Desk with a Desktop Computer, a couple of small succulent plants framing it, and a comfy black office chair. On the other side a set-up to record videos, with a white-pink gradient wall, a stainless white desk with a small mirror standing on it, and a less-comfy stool to sit on. In a smooth motion, Hisoka downed the rest of his coffee, set the cup aside, and started the camera. The night before he had laid out everything for his next video, a review for a new eyeshadow palette released by another Beauty Youtuber, still trying to get into the game. How Cute.

Hisoka clapped his hands together, putting on his best camera smile. “Hey, Scum! ~ Today I have a very special treat for you all. I got my hands on the new Togari Palette ‘Hunting for Your Dreams’, his first release.” He held up the shimmering silver case and opened it up for the camera to reveal 6 eyeshadows in various shades of orange and red. About half an hour and a couple try hard glamour shots later, Hisoka dropped the Palette with a grin, staring directly into the Camera. In addition to his signature Star and Teardrop under his eyes, he had attempted to imitate a flame-inspired eyeshadow look. “Well, this has been an absolute disaster. I feel like I’m losing clumps of eyeshadow every time I blink, and it feels sandy and irritating on my skin. But you have got to give it to Togari: I have never seen a Palette that features colours that are eye-biting and yet completely bland before. Though the surprise gift of a long, brown hair inside the sealed Palette wasn’t for me. But you know, if you see these Palettes in your local bargain bin, I’d say go for it.” He gave a cheeky wink, before rattling off his usual goodbyes, like and subscribe, yadda yadda.

Click.

Hisoka took the camera and set it by his computer. Before he could even think about editing, he must wipe away whatever the hell was in that shabby palette. Of course it wasn’t the worst make-up he had ever worn; it probably wouldn’t even make it in the bottom 10, he wasn’t here to make friends and spoon-feed his competition compliments. If a creator dares to churn out a subpar product, they have to deal with the consequences.

After practically subjecting himself to water torture via make-up remover towels, the man grabbed another whiteclaw from the fridge, and settled into his office chair. Digging through business emails was a boring, repetitive task, deleting promo-email after promo-email, practically begging him to promote some skin-care vitamins or boring phone app. Clicking the nails of his free hand against his desk, he tapped away at the delete button in a rhythm only known to him.

Finally reaching the bottom of his inbox, he switched to his private Inbox with a satisfied smile, an expected email already waiting for him. “From: I. Zoldyck: Roma Fashion Week Promos”.  To my private Email, dear Illumi? How shockingly Intimate~ Hisoka mocked in his head while opening the mail.  

“Hisoka.

Attached are 3 Designs I plan to show off at the show. Chose one for the collaboration and let me know in time.

Sincerely,

Illumi Zoldyck.”

Under his signature, 3 files were lined up, boringly titled “Design Roma 1/2/3”. Hisoka opened the first file and is greeted by a 2-piece suit with a light pink base colour, and blue-green flower highlights that frame the pockets and seams of the jacket, and the belt of the pants. Not bad, not bad.

The second file contained another 2-piece suit, this time with a black base colour, and a repeating roman-vase pattern in eye-catching blues, pinks, and oranges. Lovely pattern, and what a revealing jacket cut~. He was sure he had found his favourite, already planning a matching make-up look. But it wouldn’t hurt looking at the last design for pity, right?

Hisoka audibly gasped in a mixture of shock and flattery and laid a hand over his heart to complete the star performance. Staring back at him was a beautiful white-jeans design, patterned with colourful card-suits dotting the jacket and pants. The pattern was ever so slightly washed out, faking a vintage look. This is it. Mine. His heart was beating through his chest, and for the first time in a while he was truly speechless.

He had 3 more weeks until the show, but his mind was already bursting with inspiration, and when he later laid in bed, he couldn’t contain his grin as he texted.

“Hisoka: You already know which one im choosing~♥️♥️♥️”

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Gon had been streaming for a good hour or so, talking excitedly to his chat about the new Season of Fortnite, admiring new skins that he was definitely going to try and get. Every new pass just meant a new challenge for him to prove himself, and it was undeniable that it was satisfying to work and game hard to get what he wanted. Just as he was about to ask chat if he should go another row, or change games for the night, a discord message drew his attention away.

“Kil: Yo, wanna team up? :p”

Filled with even more excitement, Gon returned his attention back to his stream. “Everyone, today we are going to feature a special guest!”

#Hisoillu #killugon #Hunter X Hunter #fanfiction #hxh fanfic

[angelicthor]

billion dollar man - part 12

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, smut: exhibitionism, dom!tony, daddy kink, possessive/jealous sex, spanking, slight fluff, slight angst, long chapter (7k words)

masterlist | billion dollar man masterlist

a/n: a brand new part holy shit, i never thought i’d see the day! please, i beg, please can i have feedback? 

The gift box with GRAFF written across it sat on the countertop in the bathroom as you marvelled at the spectacular necklace that twinkled under the fluorescent lights, casting reflections of rainbows about the room. You gingerly lifted the necklace from the box and clasped it around your neck, the band of diamonds surrounding your throat whilst the fringe of pear-shaped diamonds dripped from it, resting against your décolletage and grazing the top of your breasts.

Your breathing stammered as you locked eyes on your reflection, the sheer wealth wrapped around your neck, noticing the way the fringe of the necklace was mirrored in the fringing that hung in around the front and the back of the corset. Tony had never seen your outfit for Nat’s birthday party – you wanting to savour the look on his face when he saw you in it for the first time – and yet he had gifted you with a necklace that morning which perfectly match your ensemble. With one last coat of lipstick, you pulled the faux fur coat over your shoulders and buttoned it up, concealing your outfit from Tony’s view as you stepped out the bathroom.

In the bedroom, Tony was attempting and failing to fasten the white tie around his neck and with and amused smirk you made your way over to help him, fingers deftly wrapping the ivory silk into a perfect bow.

“You know, for someone who builds technological marvels with his own two hands, you are terrible with ties.”

“Maybe I just like you doing it for me,” Tony quipped with a grin as he watched you concentrate on your task.

Once you were finished neither of you moved away, content to just stay wrapped up in each other, your hands resting on his chest as his slip up the backs of your thighs, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You placed your hand over his mouth to stop him, watching with a sly grin as he jumped in surprise at your touch, brows furrowing in question as to why on earth you would stop him from kissing him.

“You aren’t ruining my lipstick before we even get there, mister.”

You turned on your heel, smug smirk still in place as Tony stood in the middle of the room dumbfounded at your refusal. Without even glancing at him, you gathered the small number of items you were taking, throwing them into your clutch and picked up Nat’s present from the table beside the bed, walking out the room and down the stairs without giving him a second glance.

“Tony come on; we can’t be late!”

“Seriously?” Tony muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he pulled on his tailcoat jacket and made his way down to join you.

All throughout the car ride to Nat’s party, you hadn’t let Tony touch you, and if the pout on his lips was anything to go by, the lack of attention was definitely getting to him, the thought sending a small thrill through you.

Your task of teasing Tony suddenly left your head as the car pulled closer to Nat’s birthday, your attention enraptured by the people milling the streets and the amount of detail she had put into it: at the front of the venue Nat had an entire replica of the original Moulin Rouge in Paris, complete with a working windmill adorned with lights, there was a red carpet leading to where her guests cars were pulling up, the show that was advertised on the banners that wrapped around the front of the building being for Nat’s birthday as if it was a cabaret act, her name literally spelled out in lights for all of New York to see.

You pulled your coat closer around your body as you excited the car, not wanting any of the many paparazzi that were standing on the street with flashing camera to catch a glimpse of what you wore underneath. Tony linked his arm through yours as you walked towards the venue, your breath hitching in your throat as you took in the heart shaped tunnel that was studded with huge bulbs reminiscent of old Hollywood that lead you towards where the party was being held.

The party itself took your breath away, to say that Nat had outdone herself was really an understatement: red, white, and black fabric draped from the chandelier at the centre of the ceiling outwards in a canopy, strings of lights separating the colours. There was a huge stage at one end of the room with cancan dancers and live singers performing and surrounding the dancefloor were numerous tables all decorated with centre pieces adorned with pearls and feathers that matched her theme perfectly. The room was bustling with people, most guests, some performers, some serving waiters but all them dressed accordingly, not a single person in attendance clashing the theme Nat had set.

You began to undo the buttons of your coat, Tony’s hands on your shoulders as he pulled the material from your body and handed it to the coat check clerk along with this own overcoat.

“Gotta give it to Romanoff, she really…knows… h-how - uh?”

Tony’s words died on his lips as he turned back to you, finally seeing what you had kept hidden from him, his mouth hanging open as his eyes greedily ravished your scantily clad form. What nerves you had at being in such a revealing outfit so public quickly vanished at Tony’s longing stare, a surge of confidence instilling in you as you basked in his unwavering attention.

You kept your glee masked, simply arching a brow in his direction as you feigned innocence as to why he was suddenly choking on his own words. “Are you ok Tony?” You asked with faux concern, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the smirk that was trying so desperately to pull at the corners of your lips.

You couldn’t deny, having the upper hand for once was something you were most definitely enjoying.

“You have got to be shitting me,” Tony grumbled under his breath before he closed the space between you with determined steps, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled your body flush against his, face buried in the crook of your neck as his lips pressed soft kisses against the curve of your throat.

You had to fight the urge to submit to his touch, willing your eyes to remain open and focused when all they wanted to do was flutter close, forcing your head to remain upright when all you desired was to tip it back and let him have his way with you right in the middle of Nat’s party.

“Babygirl, what exactly do you think you’re playing at?”

“It’s Nat’s birthday, gotta do what she asks,” you answered with a simple shrug, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Whatever she asks huh? Well I hope I get the same treatment on my birthday Princess.”

The sound of your name being called prevented you from answering, turning away from Tony’s smug grin just in time to catch Nat in your arms as she flung herself at you, squeezing your body to hers as she practically buzzed in excitement.

“You’re here!”

“Of course I am,” You giggled, her flushed cheeks and giddy expression indicating that she had probably had at least a couple glasses of champagne already. “Here, this is for you; Happy Birthday Nat.”

You handed Nat your present as Sam, Steve, and Bucky joined the three of you each greeting you with hugs and hellos, your fingers twiddling with nerves as Nat eagerly tore through the gift bag and wrapping paper and flicked through the pages you had decorated with pictures of Nat’s closest friends.

What if she thought it was childish?

What if she considered it to be cheap?

What if-

Tony wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head to silence your nagging thoughts as he watched Nat’s bottom lip tremble ever so slightly, adamantly trying to keep her emotions in check and he knew that your gift had touched her deeply.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky peered over her shoulders as she went over each and every page of the scrapbook, laughing at the ridiculousness of some of them, reminiscing the treasured memories of others, Sam pressing a kiss to her cheek, staring at her in adoration as they came across a charming photo of the two of them.

The page that Nat had stopped on was one of your favourites; one of the charity events you had all been attending had taken a rather different turn than you were expecting, a considerable group of you sneaking up to the roof of the hotel to throw an impromptu pool party. You think the photo had been taken by Rhodey and it had captured each of you in the frame with you and Nat at the centre, you had both pulled your dresses up to the tops of your thighs as you dangled your legs into the pool, leaning on each other for support as you roared with laughter – at what you can’t even remember – tears brimming in your eyes as you clutched at each other for support.

In the background you could see a very annoyed Sam chasing Bucky who was beginning to slip on the wet floor, his face frozen by the camera in a mix of fear and amusement, at the bar in the back sat Steve and Tony who were well past tipsy, rowdily belting out their rendition of Dancing Queen, not that they were getting the lyrics right in the slightest, they had been captured arms tossed around each other as their heads were tilted back to aid in their performance.

Nat timidly closed the book as if it were the most valuable thing she owned, fingers tracing over the cover as a few stray tears stained her cheeks which she quickly wiped away. Handing the book to Sam, Nat swiftly flung her arms around your neck in a bone-crushing hug, a few stray drops of hot tears marring the bare skin of your shoulder as she clutched at you, an embrace which you just as enthusiastically returned.

“Thank you,” She whispered into your neck, voice thick with emotion which only caused you to hold her tighter as relief flooded you.

“You’re welcome.”

“Alright, alright, let’s get this party started!” Sam yelled out, moving to wrap his arms around you and Nat as he led you both to the bar, Steve, Bucky, and Tony following behind you with a chuckle.

Drinks were soon poured, and inhibitions lowered as the six of you celebrated Nat’s birthday, conversation and laughter flowing between you quicker than the champagne. Time seemed to pass in a blur as the night went on, the many forms of entertainment and general aesthetic of the party that Nat had put together keeping the spirits so high that no one even bothered to check the time, the energetic atmosphere keeping everyone so high they never wanted it to end.

You got to meet more of Nat’s – and everyone else’s – friends outside of their tight-knit group: Thor Odinson who was an actual prince from a small country in Scandinavia called Asgard, Bruce Banner who was a brilliant scientist who’s intelligence reviled Tony’s, Hope Van Dyne – the heiress to Pym Industries and her boyfriend Scott. You even got to meet Steve’s girlfriend, the infamous socialite Sharon Carter.

You teased Tony every opportunity that presented itself, and given where you were there were a lot; shooting him sultry stares over the rim of your glass, brushing against him every time you passed him by, swaying your hips more than usual when you walked away from him, knowing his eyes were burning into you with every step you took.

You almost felt bad, you hadn’t even kissed him yet, but you knew what would come after the party was done would be well worth it.

The glass in your hand was empty and so you waited at the bar for a refill when Bucky sauntered over to you, a cocky grin plastered on his face. You already knew what was coming, at this point in your friendship you were well accustomed to his incessant flirting and you arched a brow at him as you waited for him to deliver his first no-doubt cheesy pick-up line.

“Hey doll,” He purred as he failed to stifle his grin.

“James.”

“So, is it hot in here is it just you?”

He leant forward as he spoke, leaving barely a breath between you, mischief glimmering in his eyes as he wiggled his brows at you causing you to let out a snort, playfully pushing him away with a roll of your eyes as you picked up your drink from the bar.

“You’re terrible Buck, you know that?” You taunted, walking away from him and back to Tony.

Bucky was quick to sling his arm over your shoulder as you both walked back to your table, flashing you a cocky grin as he winked at you: “Darlin’ you have no idea.”

You parted as you went to your respective sits, yours next to Tony and his next to Steve, re-joining the conversation with your friends, completely unaware of the way Tony’s gaze was flittering between you and Bucky, the slight crease between his brows the only indication something was amiss.

The sound of Labelle performing Lady Marmalade suddenly blasted through the speakers, filling the venue with Patti LaBelle’s soulful voice and Natasha wasted no time in flying from her seat on Sam’s lap with a ridiculously eager expression on her face as she hauled you from your chair and dragged you up to the stage.

Realising what she was trying to get you to do, you began to try and free your arm, digging your heels in to the ground to stop her from dragging you onto the stage but NAt was a lot stronger than she appeared and easily pulled you onto the platform, much to your mortification.

Nat grabbed one of the feather boa’s from around one of the waitresses as she passed and wrapped it round your waist, pulling your hips flush against hers as she began to practically grind against you to the beat. Her guests began to take notice of the two of you, cheering you both on as your boys sat to the side practically beaming with glee.

Assholes.

Reluctantly you began to dance with Nat to the music, deeming it better than standing there awkwardly as you attempted to mimick her moves, gaining some semblance of confidence as the audience cheered on your impromptu show, the both of you rolling your hips, tilting your heads to the side as you ran your hands along your corset clad chests, dancing seductively across the stage.

Every movement you made caused the diamonds that fringed the bottom of your corset to sparkle brightly under the stage lights, Nat’s own outfit glistening like a disco ball as the pair of you captured the attention of everybody there, especially a certain billionaire.

Tony watched you with a darkened gaze, eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of you, every slight move you made, the sway of your hips, the curve of your ass, the way your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself to your dancing, being reminded all too much of the way he could make your body behave remarkably similar.

The song came to an end, you and Nat giggling uncontrollably as you took your bows, exiting the stage as everyone cheered and applauded your performance. Your cheeks were burning as you walked back to your table, sitting yourself on Tony’s lap and pressing a soft kiss to his lips which he quickly deepened, cupping the back of your neck with one hand as the other clutched at your thigh.

You pulled away panting when the need for air became too much, resting your forehead against his as you searched his eyes for answers for what exactly that was for but finding only the promise of more.

“I hope that dance was worth it babygirl, cause you are gonna be in so much trouble when we get home,” He murmured darkly, nipping at the skin of your throat causing you to jolt in his lap, his arms tightening around you to keep you steady.

“Do you promise?”

“You wanna be a bad girl, Kitten? Cause I’ll treat you like one.”

The night went on but neither you or Tony could keep your hands off each other, stroking your hands up his chest to gently tug at his hair at the base of his neck, his playing with the tops of your stockings, the both of you sharing chaste kisses but never letting it lead to anything more.

It was hours later until you were finally, finally, saying goodbye to everyone, including a very intoxicated Nat who Sam was desperately trying to lure home. Most of the guests had already bid goodbye to the birthday girl, Steve and Sharon had just left and Bucky was waiting for his car to pull up, standing beside you and Tony as you all watched Sam try to usher Nat into the car.

You laughed as she freed herself from Sam’s shepherding and flung herself at you, her body limp as she practically fell against you, slurring her words as she told you just how much she loved you. Bucky’s snort made you look up and you saw him videoing the whole thing on his phone, most likely to blackmail her with later - it was a rare occurrence for Natasha to get this drunk. In fact, you were certain you had never seen it before, but hey, it was her birthday after all.

“You know you two could help me,” Sam pointed out, exasperated at the lack of support he was getting from his friends.

“We could Wilson, but we don’t want to, this is by far the funnier option.”

“Screw you Barnes.”

Taking pity on Sam, you tried to lead Nat back to the car only getting so far before she decided she had something else to yell to the streets of Manhattan.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, you know that? My bestest bestest bestest bestest friend ever!”

“Yeah, I know Nat, now come on don’t you want to go to bed?”

“Bed? Oh! You know who’s good in bed – Sammy! Y/N, he has the biggest-”

“Ok that’s enough! Don’t embarrass Barnes and Stark babe,” Sam cut her off, picking her up bridal style and carrying her into the car as Nat swooned over how strong he was. You had a feeling she was going to regret this in the morning, especially with Bucky filming it all.

“Night guys,” Sam called out of the car window as the car pulled off into the road.

“Night Wilson,” Bucky cried out coyly, wiggling his fingers in a wave as Sam stuck his middle finger up in return. Bucky’s own car pulled up and he said his goodbyes to you and Tony, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand much to Tony’s chagrin and you could only laugh in response to his silly antics.

The journey back to Tony’s was mainly silent, he didn’t even look at you, keeping his face turned towards the window, the only contact between you being the hand that was gripping your thigh, thumb circling your skin through the sheer material of your stockings.

Tony remained quiet as you both entered his penthouse, leaving you in the hall to follow him as he moved about the place, shucking off his coat and jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbow before he tugged the bow tie free around his neck, leaving it to hang loosely around his neck as he undid the first few buttons on his shirt.

Not an inch of skin had been revealed to you and yet such a small adjustment was hotter than any strip tease could have possibly been, arousal blossoming in your core as you waited for him to say something – anything.

Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Tony collapsed on the sofa as he sipped at his drink, eyes locked on your form over the rim of the tumbler as you fidgeted on the spot, desperate for him to start whatever the night entailed.

“You’ve been teasing me all night babygirl: first by wearing this outfit, letting thw whole damn world see you like this, then you wouldn’t even let me touch you, then you let Barnes of all fucking people flirt with you right in front of my face and then to top it all off, you got up on that stage and let every person there see you move like that.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Tony clicked his tongue in disapproval as his eyes raked over you: “I think you need to be punished, Beautiful.”

Leaning forward, Tony placed his glass on the coffee table and rested his arms on his legs as he appraised you, roughly rubbing a hand over his beard as he decided your fate.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen darlin’, your gonna take that pretty little outfit off - except for those damn heels - and then your gonna lay across my lap, ass up, and count your spankings like a good girl, ok?”

“Yes Daddy,” You whispered, throat dry as desire flooded your being.

Unclipping the feather from your hair you tossed it carelessly to the side before gripping the end of one of your silk covered fingers between your teeth and pulling your arm free of the material, repeating the action on the other hand and throwing the gloves at Tony whose eyes hardened at the gesture.

“Don’t push it Babygirl.”  

Smiling coquettishly, you undid the straps on your garter that helped to hold your stockings up, pushing the belt down your hips and to the floor before beginning to slowly pull the lace ties that held your corset together undone, the pink satin slipping out of your hands as your bare chest was revealed to his lustful eyes.

Hooking your thumbs into the tops of your panties, you wiggled your hips as you pushed them down your legs, kicking them towards Tony when they stuck on your heel. You moved to unclasp the necklace, but Tony stopped you, ordering you to leave it on as he leant back on the sofa and patted his thigh to remind you where to place yourself.

You slowly lowered yourself across this lap, hands gripping the leather of the couch as Tony’s hand wandered from the backs of your thighs, fingertips lightly grazing the skin as you fought to keep as still as possible, he moved to squeeze one of your ass cheeks before continuing his path up your back, pulling your hair into a pony tail and wrapping it around his fist.

“Tell me the magic word babygirl,” Tony leaned over you, whispering in your ear as he broke character for the first time since you’d both come back to his apartment and you couldn’t prevent the smile that broke out at his concern.

“Jericho.”

“Good girl, promise to say it if it gets too much?”

“I promise.”

“Good,” Tony pressed a kiss under your ear and then he was back to dominating you completely, quicker than the flick of a switch, “Now, how many do you think you deserve baby? I’m thinking five for each offence, you think you can handle twenty? Cause I do.”

You moaned loudly as you nodded eagerly, desperate to feel the sting of his hands on your skin.

Tony chuckled lowly at your eagerness as he kneaded the curve of your ass: “Ok than babygirl, don’t forget to count.”

That was all the warning you got before Tony’s hand moved to strike your ass,  skin bouncing against his palm and you keened at the burn it left, stuttering out a one as you struggled not to let your rear chase his hand, already desperate for more.  

Tony delivered his slaps evenly between the two cheeks, five on each before scattering the final ten on the tops of both your thighs as you counted out each and every one with ragged breaths. A light sheen of swear coated your skin as you writhed in his lap, his hardened cock brushing against your stomach which only served to turn you on more, your cunt throbbing with need as wetness coated your inner thighs.

Soothing the flamed skin with gentle caresses, Tony let you come down from your punishment before he hoisted you off his lap and onto the floor between his legs, reaching over you to retrieve his half finished glass of scotch before leaning back into his seat.

You rested your head against Tony’s thigh, nuzzling your face against the expensive material of his pants, staring up at him with lidded eyes as you waited for his next instructions, careful not to catch the sore skin of your ass on your heels as you knelt before him.

“You were a real bad girl baby,” He murmured, fingers caressing the side of your face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t you think you should make it up to daddy?”

Trembling hands reached for his belt, pulling the leather free of the metal and slowly tugging the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing over his hard cock as you did. You quickly yanked his pants and boxers down to just his thighs; you had all the room you needed, and no patience left in you to bother undressing him completely.

Your mouth began salivating at the sight of him hot and heavy in your hand, your nightlong teasing hadn’t only pushed Tony to the edge and you were more than ready for the grandiose finale it was sure to bring. You leant forward, mouth parted and tongue poking out from between your lips ready to finally taste the sweet tang of him but were stopped by Tony’s hand in your hair halting your movements and forcing you to look up at him.

“No teasing Princess. You’ve done enough of that for one night, so just suck daddy’s cock like the fuckin’ champ you are, ok?”

You mewled as you nodded, biting on your bottom lip as his words caused your cunt to clench in need, hips rolling on instinct in their desperation to have Tony fill you up and fuck you already.

“Good girl.”

You keened at the praise, wasting no time when his grip in your hair loosened, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock as you softly sucked the sensitive tip, eyes casting up to watch Tony’s reaction, a flash of excitement shocking you when you saw his eyes were already locked on you, one arm thrown across the back of the couch as the other brought the glass to his lips so he could leisurely sip at his scotch.

Longing to see him loose his composure, you locked your lips tightly around his cock, bobbing your head along his shaft as your tongue traced from the prominent veins that decorated his shaft to the spot under the head that always caused him to stutter out a deep groan, hips bucking into your mouth as his hand left the back of the couch to tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he threw his head back with a grunt.

Your hand worked what your mouth couldn’t reach, pumping the base as you sucked his cock, muffled moans escaping your full mouth as he throbbed on your tongue. This was not playful, there was no teasing here, only a desperate need to feel him coat your tongue with his cum, your movements frantic, spit escaping your lips that were locked around his rock-hard cock and trickling down his balls.

You were certain you were dripping onto the floor beneath you, the sight of Tony with his head thrown back, eyes clenched shut as he bit down on his lower lip to strangled the sounds of his pleasure caused heavy lust to rush through your every cell, eager for it to be over so he would finally fuck you.

Hand moving from his cock to grasp his balls, you compelled your throat to relax as you took every inch of him into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gazed up at Tony through heavy lashes.

The feeling of your throat closing around his cock as you swallowed around him caused Tony’s hips to lunge upward, his release so close he could taste it on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want to cum in your mouth. Not tonight. Tonight, he was determined to fill you with his cum, buried balls deep in that sweet little pussy he’d been thinking about all night long.

Yanking you off his cock, you shot Tony a puzzled expression, brows furrowed and lips shiny with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum as he ducked down to capture your swollen lips in a bruising kiss, tongue licking into your mouth as he cupped the back of your neck with his hand, the other setting his glass on the table before trailing down your side to your pussy, swiping a thick digit between your glistening folds, both of you moaning at the contact.

Tony stood from the couch, holding out a hand to help you up, one you eagerly accepted as you felt your legs shake beneath you. Tony kissed you again, this time far gentler, a soft brush of his lips against yours as you practically melted into him, his arms wrapped around your waist as he began to walk you backwards.

The feeling of cold glass against your back made you jump slightly, tilting your head to the side as Tony littered the sensitive skin there with kisses and nips. You bucked your hips against his, trying to hook your leg over his hip to try and entice him into fucking you senseless but Tony gripped your thigh to stop your desperate movements, causing a deprived whine to slip past your lips as Tony chuckled at your distress.

“Gonna remind you just who you belong to babygirl, you and every other fucking person in this city are gonna watch how well you take my cock,” Tony muttered darkly in your ear as he squeezed your hips before turning you around to face the huge floor length window in his penthouse that over looked the entire city.

You could make out your translucent reflection, eyes ablaze with lust and lipstick smeared across your lips, the diamonds around your neck rivalling the glittering lights of the city. Tony was pressed tightly behind you, his cock nestled between your ass cheeks as his hands danced across your skin, practically purring in relief at finally being touched, placing your hands on the glass in front of you for support.

Resting his head on your shoulder, Tony chuckled at your mewling, nipping at your ear lobe as you tried to roll your hips against his cock, body mindlessly searching for some relief for the ache between your thighs. One calloused hand clasped your breast, toying with the taut nipple with nimble fingers as the other slithered down your stomach, cupping your sex as you tried in vain to rut against his hand, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as your failed in finding the friction you so badly desired, only causing Tony’s smug smirk to grow.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby?” He cooed against your neck, eyes locked on yours in your reflection as his finger swiped through your dripping slit, “You want daddy’s cock? Is that it?”

You could only nod dumbly in response, your lust-addled brain making you sluggish and cutting of any articulate thought, but Tony wasn’t tolerating it, his hands stopping their ministrations much to your dismay as he tutted at you.

“Nu-uh Princess, you can do better than that: come on, beg daddy to fuck you, beg me and I’ll fuck you real good baby, I promise.”

“Daddy,” you pleaded with on a drawn-out moan, “Please, please, fuck me. I want your cock in me, want you to fill me with your cum, w-want you to make me yours.”

Want you to make me yours.

Tony’s eyes snapped open, lip curling in a slight snarl as he gripped his cock in his hand, lining himself at your entrance and snapping his hips up into yours with a growl. Your body jerked at the shock, a gasp tearing from your lips as you head hung low, eyes squeezed shut as your body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

“You are mine,” He snarled, voice low as his beard scratched the bare skin of your shoulder with every word he spoke.

Before you could even register what he had said, Tony was drawing his hips back before thrusting into your wet heat with a bruising pace, hands gripping you tightly to him as he fucked you relentlessly. Your hands clawed the glass as you tried to keep yourself upright, body set alight after a long night of teasing coupled with Tony’s animalistic fucking, yearning for more and yet shying away from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving.

Every thrust of his cock into you brushed against that spot that made you see stars, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips rolled back to meet his every drive into you, a litany of moans falling from your swollen, parted lips as your body tensed against his, your climax building within your core and threatening to snap.

Your eyes flew open when you felt a hand wrap around your neck, giving a warning squeeze as you met Tony’s wild eyes in the reflection of the window, the thought that someone in the buildings around you could be watched such a debauched scene causing your cunt to tighten around Tony’s cock.

“Watch yourself Babygirl. Want you to watch how fuckin’ pretty you look cummin’ on my cock,” Tony grunted.

His hand remained around your throat as you groaned, his fingers moving to slip to digits into your open mouth and you eagerly starting sucking on them, laving them with the same attention you did his cock and Tony muttered out curses as he began to buck his hips even faster into you, his twitching cock signalling that his release was also near.

You kept your eyes on the pair of you, as hard as it was, your hands pressing so hard into the glass in front of you, you feared it would shatter under the force. The fingers around your neck lightly tightened their hold, cutting off the flow of blood to your head as his other hand sought out your clit, coating his digits in your slick before circling the bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves of euphoria through you.

The combination of his fingers swirling against your clit and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every roll of his hips had you trembling in his arms as your release washed over you like a wave, every cell in your being alight with ecstasy as a sharp cry tore from your throat.

You watched Tony’s reflection, the way his brow furrowed, a near-feral look in his eye as his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against him as your body worked through your orgasm. The feeling of your velvet wet heat surrounding him, walls fluttering around his aching cock finally pushed Tony to his own end, a low groan that boarded on a growl rumbling from deep within his chest as ropes of cum filled you, his cock throbbing as he shallowly thrust into you a few final times before near collapsing against your back.

His arm shot out to prop himself against the window, his hand resting on top of yours and fingers lacing with your own as he pressed sloppy kisses along your shoulders and neck, murmuring praises into your sweat-slicked skin as you both came down from your highs, the sound of the city below you and your shallow pants deafening in the otherwise silent room.

Slowly, Tony pulled his softening cock from you, rubbing his hands along your sides as you winced at the sensitivity of your sex, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before he stooped down to hook his arm under your legs, the other wrapped around your back as he cradled you against his chest and carried you towards his bedroom.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of Tony’s neck, pressing kissing against his pulse point as he brought you straight to his en suite, delicately placing you on the worktop by the sink before moving to turn the shower on, letting the water run as he turned his attention back to you.

Grasping your ankle, Tony lifted your leg and pulled your heel off, dropping it carelessly to the floor before repeating the action on the opposite foot. Hands grazed up your legs before deft fingers hooked into the tops of the holdups on your thigh and dragged the thin material off your legs, throwing the stockings behind him without a second thought.

Tony pressed a chaste kiss to the skin of your thigh where your stockings previously sat, fingers massaging the muscles as he shifted to press his lips against yours, tongue idly stroking into your mouth as your fingers carded through his unruly hair as he unclasped the necklace from around your throat, placing it on the box that still sat on the counter beside you.

There was none of the primitive passion that defined your previous union, it was not bruising or desperate, and it certainly wasn’t a promise of more to come; it was simply two people enjoying the feel of soft lips against their own, the gentle touch of his hands and the feeling of your smooth skin against his.

It was comfort and reassurance and something akin to the feeling of home. The gentle warmth that flooded you in his embrace had a small smile playing on your lips as you basked in his affection.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far?” Tony mumbled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he searched your eyes for any signs of unease.

“No, m’fine. Better than fine actually.”

Tony chuckled, shaking his head as he tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze loaded with something you couldn’t quite place: “Come on babygirl, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

You stayed close to each other under the spray of the water, steam filling the room as you exchanged affectionate kisses, hands washing each other of the sweat and cum that stained your skin, your eyes feeling heavier as the water soothed your sore muscles, pushing you closer and closer to sleep.

The shower soon cut off, Tony helping you out and dressing you in one of his old shirts and a fresh pair of panties before slipping into to clean pair of boxers himself, the pair of you slipping under the fresh sheets of his bed as you let out a content sigh, snuggling into Tony’s arms as you tangled your legs with his.

“You know, you really did look gorgeous tonight. I don’t think I actually got ‘round to telling you that.”

“Hm, I kinda figured, you weren’t exactly subtle,” You giggled, tracing patterns on Tony’s chest as he let out a silent chuckle. “Does Bucky’s flirting really bother you that much?”

You had to ask, as much as what happened was part of the fun you two had, a small part of his anger was still very real and you needed to know why it got to him so much.

There was a long beat of silence, Tony’s arms tightening around you before he finally responded.

“No. I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”

You didn’t believe him.

Tony’s fingers danced across the skin of your back as you both lay in silence before you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on one elbow so you could look down at him.

“You know Bucky doesn’t mean anything when he flirts right? I’m pretty sure the only reason he does it is to annoy you,” You tried to joke, but the half-hearted way he smiled in response showed you it wasn’t working. “Besides, even if he did mean it, there’s no way I’d be interested. I’m all yours for as long as you want me.”

“I know babygirl.”

You tucked yourself back under Tony’s arm, his hold on you tightening as his lips placed a soft kiss into your hair.

“You should get some sleep.”

You nodded, feeling the sting behind your eyes that fully agreed with the man, begging you to close them and finally give them the rest they so desperately required, bidding Tony goodnight as you drifted off to the sound of his strong heartbeat in your ear.

Although you were exhausted, sleep was not as restful as you would have liked. Your mind warning you that what had happened tonight would not be the end of it as a feeling of dread started to bloom in your chest like a weed.

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Small City Girl - Part Six

Small City Girl - Part Six

All other parts here

MASTERLIST.

in which, there is a miscommunication, quite literally, and harry and Y/N are soppy morning people.

Harry clicked his seat belt in and confirmed its security with a tug. His warm Audi in the cold weather was comforting to say the least. 

But the ache in his heart to know that Y/N was probably, okay almost definitely, in her flat, warm and cosy thinking about how Harry didn’t like her. 

But Harry has a plan. 

He doesn’t always. 

But today, today, he has a plan. 

He’s already done the rounds filling a few missing gaps of finding her favourite things. 

He already knew stuff like her favourite flower, favourite take out, her love for big hoodies and a cheeky glass, bottle, of Sauvignon Blanc. 

But, with help from friends, he discovered her love for candles (on the contrary, Harry and been in Y/N’s flat and seen her love for candles, but Harry was a man for details) and fresh linen was her favourite. 

Equally, her love for plants. Y/N’s flat was flowing with green spikes and leafs. But, thanks to Niall, he was now aware that a Monstrea was a plant she had been looking for for a while. 

His apology kit. 

His intention wasn’t to bribe Y/N with all of those gifts, but more show he is interested and that he does know her and wants to get to know more. 

So, Harry drove through the wet roads towards Y/N’s flat praying she would be happy to see him.

Harry’s palms felt warm and sweaty, his nerves flooding through him.

How could she seriously think that he wouldn’t want to message her.

Disneyland had been one of the best times he had, and for a moment he forgot about everything that was wrong with the world.

Y/N for him was a breath of fresh air, continuously. He adored seeing her in an oversized hoodie, snuffling away and looking cozy. He loved waking up and hearing her bump and thump all over their hotel room because she was so clumsy.

She even managed to break a towel rail in the bathroom and all the towels fell into the shower whilst she was showering, leaving Harry a wet soggy towel and doe eyed eyes. 

But, Y/N, of course, always became flustered and as quick to ring front desk and asked for extra towels.

And how she wore his hoodie on a day it was extra cold and it looked so cosy, but somehow, in the midst of roller coaster to roller coaster, she spilled a dark hot chocolate down the fronts of the fluffy grey jumper.

Harry wanted to be annoyed, he really did. That was one of his favorite jumpers, always made him feel warm and homely, no matter where he was in the world. 

A hoodie that stayed with him through luggage rather than being part of his LA wardrobe or his London wardrobe. 

But, seeing the dark dripped stains on the front over the past two weeks, has made him like Y/N even more. Like a small little reminder that her petite body had once graced the inside of his hoodie.

It was sitting on his passenger seat. Folded and washed and ready for Harry to see on her petite body.

Harry pulled up at Y/N’s apartment block and parked in the downstairs parking garage.

Harry struggled to get everything out of the car and make it towards the lift, but somehow he managed it.

Knocking twice on her door was a slight struggle, but nevertheless, moments later, Y/N appeared in the entryway. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks quietly. She wants to be firm, she wants to tell him to go away and not come back and to delete her number, but she's a nice person and would never say such thing.

Especially when that person is Harry. 

“Love, look, I’m not sure what happened, but I did text you, I have been!” He confirms.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, the cold from the brick hallway seems to be letting the cold air brush through the small flat of hers, not caring much for her gas bill.

“What do you mean? All I’ve had off of you is flowers” Y/N states and Harry shuffles a bit, trying not to drop anything and pleading inside his head she’ll over him in. 

Y/N’s already starting to notice the few things he’s holding. 

“Y/N, I promise I sent you texts and called you, if you let me in, I'll show you.” He smiles and tries to put on his best begging face. 

Y/N complentates her options and the pro’s and con’s of letting him in.

“C’mon,” He pleads, “Your flats losing warmth by the minute”

Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes before slowly taking a few steps backwards and motioning for him to come in.

“Thank you”

They walk into Y/N’s kitchen, candles blearing a gaze.

“I brought you some gifts” He smiles. He places the wine, candle, hoodie, chinese take out and her bunch of tulips on the counter. 

Then he slowly brings round the Monstrea he’s been desperately trying to hide from behind his legs. 

“Harry!” She screeches.

“Where did you find this!” She smiles. She wanders over so she's standing next to Harry and hands at the leafs to further inspect it.

“Just had to look a little further a field” He smiles. 

As confused as Y/N is, she cannot find it within herself to be able to stay mad at him. Harry had gone to the effort to find her favorite plant and bring it to her with some over goodies. 

“And, I thought you’d never turn down that chinese takeaway you were talking about in Paris” Harry smiles, pulling each item out the back making Y/N’s heart flutter at every item and how she remembers telling him why she loved each one of them.

Part of Y/N, wants to cuddle Harry, bring him to the sofa, make him eat that lo-mein she was fussing over and make him watch Pretty Woman, because he’d never seen it, but there was so much uncertainty around the pair. 

“Harry,” She says sympathetically, he knows what she’s trying to say. 

“Look.” He urges, passing his phone to Y/N, and it's all there, seeing all his texts, then having Harry come and stand behind her. Wrapping his arms around the small of her waist, leaning in a little so that his front engulfs her back. 

His hands move to his phone to show his call history and sure enough, Y/N see’s outgoing calls to herself.

“Harry, I’m so sorry” She says softly. She looks up at Harry, doe eyes a full glare.

“Honestly, it’s fine, I said I would call and I didn’t so it only makes sense you’re annoyed.”

Y/N turns in Harry’s arms and wraps her arms around his neck, resting her arms on the tops of his shoulders. 

“I really thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me” Y/N says, hiding her face in his neck, nuzzling a little out of embarrassment.

“You silly girl” Harry laughs pressing a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.

“Of course I’d want to talk to you, you’d be daft to think any less” Y/N smiles at his statement. 

“Thank you for my gifts, they’re all so wonderful” Y/N smiles pressing a few kisses to his neck, ensuring to leave her lips there, lingering for a moment or two.

“S’okay, wanted to treat ya, felt bad.” Harry smiled, swaying her using her hips. 

“Does this takeout mean you’re staying?” Y/N asks quietly scared to be rejected. 

“Obviously, I’ve missed out on cuddles and I think it's time for some compensation” Harry says.

“Does this mean we can watch Pretty Woman?” Y/N laughs.

A breathy laugh escapes through Harry’s nose.

“This means we can watch Pretty Woman” He assures. 

__________________________________

By no means did Harry intend on staying the night. But, how could he resist? Y/N was all tucked up in a cuddle with him by the time the film had finished around ten. 

Y/N had ensured to pick out the best, cosiest blanket she had in the house when choosing to cuddle up on the sofa and eat their chinese. 

But for Harry, watching Y/N snuggle into him and let out a breathy snores and twitch her nose ever so often was enough persuasion that he shouldn’t have left a note saying goodbye and jump into his Audi and call in the morning. 

Instead, he opted to turn the TV. Carefully peel Y/N off his arm that she was cuddling and pick her up and plop her in her bed. And of course he had planned to sleep on  the sofa, not wanting to push any boundaries.

However, when Y/N reached out for him with the cutest moan after he’d plopped her down, he couldn’t resist but to slide in next to each her. 

So, naturally, when Y/N woke before Harry this morning, it gave her a little fright to see another human in her bed, but her heart instantly warmed as soon as she saw who was in her bed.

He was such a peaceful sleeper, his lips were parted a little, air dancing through his lips and his chest rising and falling with each one. His hair was messy and a little bit all over the place, but nevertheless, he looked adorable.

How was his skin so clear?

Y/N would definitely be raiding his bathroom cabinet when she goes to his flat. 

The duvet engulfed their warmth and secured them from the cold that graced her walls, of course Harry hadn’t put the heating on, she wouldn’t expect him to be able to find it.

Y/N’s shoulders were a little uncovered and a breeze began to make the hairs on her arms raised. She grasps the covers from underneath and pulled them up over her shoulder. Noticing that Harry too was a little uncovered she pulled them over him.

She placed her arm over his body, moved his arm so that she could slot herself up his side and rest her head on his shoulder, leg slung over his own.

Harry moaned, still asleep, but pulled her in closers and dozed back over into a sleep.

Y/N thinks that this is the most perfect morning she’s ever had, if every Sunday was like this, she wouldn’t moan about anything in life. 

One of her hands reach up and grasps Harry’s face softly, slowly stroking his cheek with the tip of her thumb. Harry smiles a little, slowly waking up and leans his head into her hand. 

Harry’s eyes flutter open and when he’s sees Y/N a wipe spread grin breaks onto his face and Y/N snuggles in hiding her face. 

Morning snuggles and faces cause for giggly grins and sheepish sleepy people.

“Mornin’” Harry smiles and Y/N returns. 

“Hey, wanna come away wit me’”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry #harry styles smut #styles #harrystyles #daddy harry styles #harry gifs #harry manip #harry x reader #harryxreader #harry fanfics #harryfanfics #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfics

[pocmuzings]

um... kassie for the ship headcanon meme hehe

this is my wife btw  . . . doing this to me . . ok . . hot . . will do .  u know i’d do anything for u  . . 

1. Who makes the first move and how? i honestly think it was pretty even steven here ? they both bickered a lot at their photo shoot , working together . i feel like cassie was SO frustrated with him and his easy charm / cockiness that she probably kissed him first just to shut him up 

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better? cassie has always had severe insecurities and issues there . i think just being in the same space as kyle always soothes her ? like he’ll make a dumb joke , or say smth dumb n sarcastic or poke fun at her lightly at it’ll kinda help her get out of her head ? she also loves taking baths , or just lying in bed together . 

3. Who is the most romantic? i feel like it’s cassie with the smaller things . she remembers the birthdays and she’ll see a cologne she think would be nice on kyle . but kylie is romantic in a lot of different ways , too . he’ll do things like clean the dishes or cook dinner if cassie seems particularly stressed . he’ll help organise her calendar . he’ll be more practical with how he helps her out at times  ?

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves? both of them dfjkfjn but probably mainly cassie . she sees kyle anywhere and shes like PURR

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first? absolutely cassie and then she probably sprinted away in pure fear bc shes like ‘why did u say that why why why ‘  

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome? tyler ? max ? those would be cassies pick . honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if kyle has Asked the q so they’d probably just get some random hot model they work together with some time

7. What do they get up to on a night out? a LOT of shots and a LOT of dancing and it gets very messy bc they’ll be in vip areas and having bottle service . it’ll end with a quickie in the bathroom , or her lipstick all over kyle’s neck and mouth and them probably getting kicked out for being too rowdy

8. What do they like in bed? they’re both pretty experimental ? cassie likes tying kyle up every now and then and like . . kinda being in control there when she can ? but she’s a definite switch and likes when he ties her up , or they’re in a kitchen with food getting messy . cassie likes when shes doing something and kyle just spins her from behind , or he’ll be the one to grab her and just be insatiable about her . she likes spontaneous sex and she’ll never say no to a quickie . both of them are Experienced players in the sex game so they’ve probably both tried everything once , and probably leave a lot of bruises on each other and hickies . 

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other? honestly at any shoot if like . . cassie’s outfit has fallen apart in front of kyle , or she feels like the shoot isn’t going well and he’s there ? she gets mortified . also the first time she said ‘ i love you ‘ was pretty embarrassing to her bc kyle was probably 1000% taken aback . kyle doesn’t really get embarrassed ?!?!? like he just is like . .yeah i did that . anyways fjnfdjk 

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island? IM SKIPPING THIS Q ITS TOO HARD

11. What do they hide from one another? kyle definitely hides the amount of girls he’s slept with in their industry ? bc its a lot i feel ? and he knows cassie gets jealous and mad insecure . so he probably tries not to bring that up really often but cassie usually KNOWS ANYWAYS . cassie mainly hides like if shes had a bad day or isnt doing too hot , bc she hates inconveniencing kyle but then that starts a fight bc hes like ?? just tell me ? ?

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious? less work trips . less spending time apart . less kissing other people / sleeping with other people ( actually . .NO kissing other ppl and sleeping with other ppl ) . they’re both NOT monogamists at all so its a struggle but thats the sign that they wanna make things serious ? that they’re commiting to each other ? 

13. When do they realise they should get together? HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW ? i think its when cassie was with gale and then . . kyle came back and things got really messy and cassie and gale broke up . kyle and cassie tried the whole friends thing but they both knew they were in love with each other ? like they’d never tried just being FRIENDS first so i think thats what really cemented it and their feelings and surety ?  

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do? kyle probably laughs and calls her adorable and kisses her nose bc shes so whiny when shes sick . but he’ll bring her home 300 medicines and soups . cassie has to literally force him to take time off work and then she’ll take the day off to make sure he properly rests dkjfkjnfjk

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? they probably pick anything random bc honestly they get distracted and never finish it :-)

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together? KYLE TO THE RESCUE ! i think cassie would make a great scavenger and find lil helpful things but kyle would be v stoic and protective and he’d be the Muscle of it all . 

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go? absolutely back to high school them . they were so happy and stupid and soft back then . they were goofy and in love without even knowing it . 

18. When they fight, how do they make up? sex . a lot of sex . yelling and then sex . sex and then yelling . it’s always a bit messy , but one of them will always finally give in and come back with their tail between their legs and apologise . 

19. Where do they go on their first date? honestly they never really did dates but i feel one of their many dates is probably to paris , a fancy restaurant there  where they’re known really well by all staff . 

20. Where do they go on holiday? EVERYWHERE!  they both travel a bunch so they’ll go to their favourite places . cassie wants to see kyle’s home but she knows kyle hates his dad so that may not happen fjkfnfj . milan . . greece ( if they really wanna a getaway ) . hawaii . any island or tropical place ! or france bc fashion ! 

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another? cassie is always nervous about like paparazzi and stuff when they go out in red carpets and stuff bc they say a lot of dumb shit to rile them up ??? also cassie gets nervous before bringing kyle to her mums grave . i definitely know kyle would be nervous and not ok with cassie meeting his parents . .

22. Where does their first kiss happen? i think it happened on shoot ? they had to kiss for a shoot i think and it was Grating and Annoying and kyle was being so smug , and then they . . kissed more backstage sdjknfnkjfkjn

23. Where is their favourite place to be together? probably nice 5 star hotel rooms bc they can live their life and not worry too much abt clean up and stuff fkjnfnkfnf cliche but anywhere theyre together . . theyre happy . .

24. Where do they first have sex? probably in a limo , all rushed and heated , hand prints all over the leather , their bodies , and the windows. 

25. Why do they fight? bc they’re both really stubborn and too similar . they fight bc one is jealous of the other . they fight bc of their body count . or bc of their coworkers or the types of shoots they do ( a la sexy ) . they fight when one is away too much . honestly its mainly cassie i think cassie gets riled up very easily . kyle gets mad when CASSIE is being unreasonable which is 3000% of the time . cassie is just always lowkey scared kyle will leave her again dkjfjk

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat? probably if kyle went home and then came back and was acting v distant or short with cassie ? then she’d be like ok we r talking . honestly . probably talk to each other about their dumb jealousy issues if it got too out of hand . i know kyle monitors cassie taking her meds so if she tried to go off them unsolicited he’d be like baby no . 

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them? bc they bicker and then fuck all the time JKFDJNFJKF

28. Why do they get jealous? bc they’ve both . . slept with everyone ! they’re both hoes ! 

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love? bc they were horribly destined to be together and everytime they see each other they’re ALL the other one sees . they can’t keep their eyes ( or hands ) off each other . they fall more in love everytime they spend a second of time together and learn more of each other in any manner or form . 

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them? it doesn’t work . . it CAN’T work . but somehow it does . from all their jealousies and insecurities . from all the kinda - cheating , and the fighting , and the leaving each other , and the other issues . . from EVERYTHING . . they’re just too epic to not have worked , u know ? they are soul mates in a way . they always always found their way back to each other . they’re inseparable . they will never stop loving each other , no matter what . good , bad , ugly , beautiful . 

#ship: kassie #ARE U HAPPY PS I LOVE U SO MUCH HOLD MY HAND RIGHT NOW! #frgilebones

[ballumsecretvalentine]

Magical time of the year           

Happy Valentines Day @slytherin-shakespeare 💖

It was summer. Lexi was turning eight. She was very excited about her birthday. She kept telling him about all of her favourite princesses. Ben had the perfect thing planned for her birthday. Ben was snuggled up with Callum watching a movie.

“You think shell like it.”

“She’ll love it. Lexi is lucky to have a dad like you.”

Ben was lucky to have Callum. He kissed his cheek to show his appreciation and snuggled in closer to him.

“Daddy Daddy, wake up. It’s my birthday.” Lexi said loudly as she entered her dad’s room.

Ben was cuddled up to Callum in bed. Lexi took her dad’s phone and took a picture of them snuggled up together. She was so happy that her dad was happy. That was what she wanted for him. She also really liked Callum. She thinks he is a good boyfriend to her dad. She loved their little family.

“Oy cheeky,” Ben said when he noticed Lexi taking pictures of Callum and him. “Come here princess, give daddy a birthday kiss.”

Lexi ran up to him and hugged Ben and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ben was happy. He had his beautiful boyfriend who he loved more than anything on one side of him. On his other side was his daughter, she was the most perfect child in the world. Ben did not know how he was so lucky to have both of them in his life. He knew that he would cherish every moment that he had with them.

Lexi came downstairs and saw that her gran Kathy had made some breakfast. Bobby was there as well. Her mum and Jay came down as well. Lexi had gone into her room to say good morning to them as well. Lexi was most excited about her gifts. She was excited to see what she got.

Lexi was excited she was opening her gift. It looked like there were only a couple small things on the table. She opened the first one and it was a book, it said Cinderella on it. Wow, that’s it a book and a small other thing. Maybe there was more. She opened the rapper and she saw that it was Cinderella.

“Go on open it, princess.”

Lexi opened the doll and saw that Cinderella had a note on her back that said see you in Paris. Lexi looked up and her parents curiously.

“We are going to Disneyland,” Lola said.

“Yay. I get to see all the princesses. Thanks, mummy. Thank you, daddy.”

“You only turn 8 once princess, we leave later today. We are staying in Paris tonight so that we can be at Disneyland first thing in the morning. Gran is going to help you pack.”

Lexi went upstairs with Kathy. Ben sat on Callum’s lap and ate his breakfast. He was all packed. He was going to enjoy his holiday with all the people he loved most in the world.

“I love you,” Ben said and kissed Callum on the lips.

“I love you too,” Callum said back. Ben being a good dad was one of the biggest turn-ons for Callum.

A few hours later they were at the hotel. They were staying in a three-bedroom apartment with two adult bedrooms and one child bedroom, exactly what they needed. The place they were staying was a short bus ride to the park. So they could enjoy most of the day when the park is open.

Ben went into the bedroom, Callum was already on the bed. Ben showered and put on his pajamas. He got into bed next to Callum.

“You excited for tomorrow.”

“Yes going on all those rides. Spending time with my favourite people. Being here in Paris. It is a great summer. This past year has been really good. Meeting you changed my life.”

“Callum, you are the best thing that happened to me after Lexi. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Ben snuggled up close to Callum. Ben loved being the little spoon. He loved that Callum was able to hold him close. Ben felt safe, loved and Cherished when he was in Callum’s arms. Ben fell asleep with a big smile on his face.

Ben woke up to the Parisian sun in his face. He was held closely to Callum. He turned his face into Callum’s chest and snuggled deeper. He could hear his daughter’s laugh of delight from outside, he knew he would need to get up soon. He just wanted a few more minutes here with Callum.

“Morning,” Callum said, he nudged his nose against Ben’s. Ben turned his face up and looked at Callum. Ben nudged his nose against Callum and he spent a few seconds doing that. Ben took Callum’s hand and lead him into the bathroom, so they could shower and get ready for the day. It was quicker if they did it together.

When they were dressed and ready, they entered the living room. Lexi was dressed in her cinderella dress, tiara, and shoes. She also had a magic wand in her hand. She was all ready to go and was buzzing to get there.

“Daddy, Daddy. Look I’m cinderella, and I get to see CInderella today.”

“Yes, you do princess. You are daddy’s little princess.” Ben said and kissed Lexi’s cheek. Ben and Callum quickly ate breakfast so that they could leave.

They arrive at the park at 9:45, perfect they will be in line and in the park very close to opening. It gives them the full day there. When they get in they decide to go to the royal invitation to see the Disney princesses live. Lexi was so excited to go and do that. She held Ben’s hand tightly as they walked to where they were supposed to be.

When they got to the palace there were lots of Disney princesses there. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Pocahontas, Jasmine and many more. The room was set as a tea party. This allowed the guests to have tea and treats with the princesses. Guests were also able to have a meet and greet with each princess, and a photo opportunity. Lexi was so excited. She was wearing the same dress as Cinderella. She would have tea with her and a picture of them in their matching dresses. This was the best birthday.

Lexi sat at Cinderella’s table and had some tea with her. There were also some sandwiches and some treats to go with the tea. Her dad took a picture of her sitting with Cinderella. Lexi told her that she was her favourite princess. That she loved her and read all her stories and watched all her movies. She loved that she looked a lot like cinderella. She was able to sit on her lap and her dad took a picture of her like that.

“Where to now princess?”

“It’s a small world.”

“Okay.”

Ben took Callum’s hand and they walked there. Lexi went ahead and told Jay and Lola all about what she saw there and showed them her picture.

“Let’s go on a roller coaster while she is with Jay and Lola. I know there was one that you really wanted to go on.”

Ben and Callum go on big thunder mountain. Ben is holding tightly to Callum’s hand the whole ride. There was something so freeing and thrilling feeling the air rushing on their faces as they were going fast and were upside down. Having Callum next to him and experiencing it with him added to the thrill. Ben knew that he wanted to experience many more thrills with Callum. He knew that his life would not be complete without him in it.

After the rollercoaster, they went to its a small world. They had a car for all five of them Lexi excitedly pointed at different things that she would like to see in real life. After that, they went to eat lunch. Sitting as a family Lexi felt complete. She loved that she could be there with her mum and dad, and their boyfriends.

“Okay, now we are going to see Dumbo fly,” Lexi said.

They went to see Dumbo the flying elephant. After that, they went to Sleeping Beauty’s castle and Belle’s library. They got Lexi some of Bell’s signature merchandise. Next, they went on the horse-drawn streetcars. Lexi wanted to go show Lola something, so Ben and Callum went on another rollercoaster. Callum chose the Indiana Jones ride. Ben sat up close to Callum and took in all the secrets unfolding and the thrills together. Ben knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. Callum and Lexi were the two most important people in his life. He would do absolutely anything for them.

Ben and Callum got off the rollercoaster hand in hand. Lexi went up to them and took their hand to show them something. Disneyland Paris truly was a magical place for family and all. Ben was going to take all the opportunities tonight and tomorrow to cherish his family. Family was everything to Ben, and this was his family.

#bvd20 #ballum secret valentine #ballum #eastenders #ben x callum #fanfic

[yorit1]

Magical time of the year

It was summer. Lexi was turning eight. She was very excited about her birthday. She kept telling him about all of her favourite princesses. Ben had the perfect thing planned for her birthday. Ben was snuggled up with Callum watching a movie.

“You think shell like it.”

“She’ll love it. Lexi is lucky to have a dad like you.”

Ben was lucky to have Callum. He kissed his cheek to show his appreciation and snuggled in closer to him.

“Daddy Daddy, wake up. It’s my birthday.” Lexi said loudly as she entered her dad’s room.

Ben was cuddled up to Callum in bed. Lexi took her dad’s phone and took a picture of them snuggled up together. She was so happy that her dad was happy. That was what she wanted for him. She also really liked Callum. She thinks he is a good boyfriend to her dad. She loved their little family.

“Oy cheeky,” Ben said when he noticed Lexi taking pictures of Callum and him. “Come here princess, give daddy a birthday kiss.”

Lexi ran up to him and hugged Ben and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ben was happy. He had his beautiful boyfriend who he loved more than anything on one side of him. On his other side was his daughter, she was the most perfect child in the world. Ben did not know how he was so lucky to have both of them in his life. He knew that he would cherish every moment that he had with them.

Lexi came downstairs and saw that her gran Kathy had made some breakfast. Bobby was there as well. Her mum and Jay came down as well. Lexi had gone into her room to say good morning to them as well. Lexi was most excited about her gifts. She was excited to see what she got.

Lexi was excited she was opening her gift. It looked like there were only a couple small things on the table. She opened the first one and it was a book, it said Cinderella on it. Wow, that’s it a book and a small other thing. Maybe there was more. She opened the rapper and she saw that it was Cinderella.

“Go on open it, princess.”

Lexi opened the doll and saw that Cinderella had a note on her back that said see you in Paris. Lexi looked up and her parents curiously.

“We are going to Disneyland,” Lola said.

“Yay. I get to see all the princesses. Thanks, mummy. Thank you, daddy.”

“You only turn 8 once princess, we leave later today. We are staying in Paris tonight so that we can be at Disneyland first thing in the morning. Gran is going to help you pack.”

Lexi went upstairs with Kathy. Ben sat on Callum’s lap and ate his breakfast. He was all packed. He was going to enjoy his holiday with all the people he loved most in the world.

“I love you,” Ben said and kissed Callum on the lips.

“I love you too,” Callum said back. Ben being a good dad was one of the biggest turn-ons for Callum.

A few hours later they were at the hotel. They were staying in a three-bedroom apartment with two adult bedrooms and one child bedroom, exactly what they needed. The place they were staying was a short bus ride to the park. So they could enjoy most of the day when the park is open.

Ben went into the bedroom, Callum was already on the bed. Ben showered and put on his pajamas. He got into bed next to Callum.

“You excited for tomorrow.”

“Yes going on all those rides. Spending time with my favourite people. Being here in Paris. It is a great summer. This past year has been really good. Meeting you changed my life.”

“Callum, you are the best thing that happened to me after Lexi. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Ben snuggled up close to Callum. Ben loved being the little spoon. He loved that Callum was able to hold him close. Ben felt safe, loved and Cherished when he was in Callum’s arms. Ben fell asleep with a big smile on his face.

Ben woke up to the Parisian sun in his face. He was held closely to Callum. He turned his face into Callum’s chest and snuggled deeper. He could hear his daughter’s laugh of delight from outside, he knew he would need to get up soon. He just wanted a few more minutes here with Callum.

“Morning,” Callum said, he nudged his nose against Ben’s. Ben turned his face up and looked at Callum. Ben nudged his nose against Callum and he spent a few seconds doing that. Ben took Callum’s hand and lead him into the bathroom, so they could shower and get ready for the day. It was quicker if they did it together.

When they were dressed and ready, they entered the living room. Lexi was dressed in her cinderella dress, tiara, and shoes. She also had a magic wand in her hand. She was all ready to go and was buzzing to get there.

“Daddy, Daddy. Look I’m cinderella, and I get to see CInderella today.”

“Yes, you do princess. You are daddy’s little princess.” Ben said and kissed Lexi’s cheek. Ben and Callum quickly ate breakfast so that they could leave.

They arrive at the park at 9:45, perfect they will be in line and in the park very close to opening. It gives them the full day there. When they get in they decide to go to the royal invitation to see the Disney princesses live. Lexi was so excited to go and do that. She held Ben’s hand tightly as they walked to where they were supposed to be.

When they got to the palace there were lots of Disney princesses there. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Pocahontas, Jasmine and many more. The room was set as a tea party. This allowed the guests to have tea and treats with the princesses. Guests were also able to have a meet and greet with each princess, and a photo opportunity. Lexi was so excited. She was wearing the same dress as Cinderella. She would have tea with her and a picture of them in their matching dresses. This was the best birthday.

Lexi sat at Cinderella’s table and had some tea with her. There were also some sandwiches and some treats to go with the tea. Her dad took a picture of her sitting with Cinderella. Lexi told her that she was her favourite princess. That she loved her and read all her stories and watched all her movies. She loved that she looked a lot like cinderella. She was able to sit on her lap and her dad took a picture of her like that.

“Where to now princess?”

“It’s a small world.”

“Okay.”

Ben took Callum’s hand and they walked there. Lexi went ahead and told Jay and Lola all about what she saw there and showed them her picture.

“Let’s go on a roller coaster while she is with Jay and Lola. I know there was one that you really wanted to go on.”

Ben and Callum go on big thunder mountain. Ben is holding tightly to Callum’s hand the whole ride. There was something so freeing and thrilling feeling the air rushing on their faces as they were going fast and were upside down. Having Callum next to him and experiencing it with him added to the thrill. Ben knew that he wanted to experience many more thrills with Callum. He knew that his life would not be complete without him in it.

After the rollercoaster, they went to its a small world. They had a car for all five of them Lexi excitedly pointed at different things that she would like to see in real life. After that, they went to eat lunch. Sitting as a family Lexi felt complete. She loved that she could be there with her mum and dad, and their boyfriends.

“Okay, now we are going to see Dumbo fly,” Lexi said.

They went to see Dumbo the flying elephant. After that, they went to Sleeping Beauty’s castle and Belle’s library. They got Lexi some of Bell’s signature merchandise. Next, they went on the horse-drawn streetcars. Lexi wanted to go show Lola something, so Ben and Callum went on another rollercoaster. Callum chose the Indiana Jones ride. Ben sat up close to Callum and took in all the secrets unfolding and the thrills together. Ben knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. Callum and Lexi were the two most important people in his life. He would do absolutely anything for them.

Ben and Callum got off the rollercoaster hand in hand. Lexi went up to them and took their hand to show them something. Disneyland Paris truly was a magical place for family and all. Ben was going to take all the opportunities tonight and tomorrow to cherish his family. Family was everything to Ben, and this was his family.

#ballum fic #ballum #ben mitchell #ben x lexi #ben x callum #callum highway #lexi pearce #eastenders

[stargazing-enby]

How to Ruin the Perfect Proposal (and Still Get it Right)

A Drarry ficlet written by @drarryruinedme7 and I for Harry’s birthday! Thanks to @coriesocks for betaing 💕

Drarry | General | 2k | Fluff and Crack, Cuddles, Marriage Proposal, Background Pansmione, TW for mild blood and fainting | Read on AO3

“Draco, are you sure Harry will like this?”

Draco looked around his studio at the fireworks stacked on the desk, the wild amount of flowers dispersed all over the room, the two tickets for a Portkey to Paris, the spellbook open on ‘Create Your Own Hot-Air Balloon’, and sighed.

“Of course he will!” His voice cracked a bit in the end. He glared at Ron and shrugged. “Why do you ask?”

Ron raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I know Harry better than you and he doesn’t like big gestures for his birthday.”

Excuse me?! Stupid freckled Gryffindork, how dare he! Ready to kill, Draco replied, “I’m his boyfriend! For six years this year! I—” 

“Guys,” Hermione’s voice interrupted his rant, “stop arguing about who knows Harry better. Ron, stop ruining Draco’s plans; they’re perfect.”

Before Draco could mock Ron for being scolded, Hermione went on. “Draco, stop falling for Ron’s mockery. Dear Godric, it’s always the same with you two.”  

“She’s right, Draco. It’ll be splendid, okay? Now, hurry up or you’ll miss your Portkey,” Pansy said from her seat next to Hermione. She smiled and kissed her cheek softly, whispering in her ear, “We could go to Paris too, sometime.” 

Ron mimicked gagging and rolled his eyes. “You’re all so disgustingly sappy. Why Paris, then? It’s just a city like—”

“Out! All of you!” Draco croaked, exasperated. “I need to get ready and you’re all distracting me. Harry’s almost home. Shoo!” 

————

Finally alone, Draco fixed everything: the fireworks shrunk and in the pocket of his suit; the tickets tight in his hands; the flowers all positioned in the living room, red roses and sunflowers — Harry’s favourites. They’d be the first thing Harry saw once he crossed the threshold of their house, together with Draco in Harry’s favourite soft green jumper and their suitcases in front of him, a banner floating above them, ‘Joyeux Anniversaire, mon amour.’

Waiting for Harry to arrive, Draco started to replay the entire scene in his mind: Harry’s eyes, shining with emotion, Draco telling him he’d organised a surprise weekend for the two of them, together in Paris.

And then, the day travelling by the hot air balloon Draco now knew how to conjure, the picnic at high altitude, with Harry’s favourite wine. Landing on the top of the Tour Eiffel, Draco would declare his endless love for Harry, his speech ready in his pocket. Kneeling, giving him the ring, the sunset would surely enhance Harry’s breathtaking smile, and the answer he hoped to hear from him. ‘Yes.’ Maybe a tear or two.

Yes, everything would be perfect. What could go wrong?

————

Apparently, everything. Everything could go wrong.

Hearing Harry’s key in the lock, Draco straightened up, taking deep breaths, willing his heart to go at a slower pace, trying to control the wave of nausea that hit his stomach. 

Tickets in hand, heart furiously beating in his chest, Draco looked as Harry entered their living room. And all of Draco’s blood drained from his face in sheer horror.

Harry was completely covered in blood, from head to toe. 

“Um, Draco, love? This isn’t mine.” But before Harry’s words could reach his ears, Draco saw stars in front of his eyes and passed out, vaguely aware of Harry hurrying towards him and catching him in his arms.

“Draco…” Harry’s worried voice slowly became clearer until Draco opened his eyes to see Harry crouched next to him, softly caressing his hair. 

What a way to start the proposal weekend, really. And — fuck! The Portkey! Draco suddenly straightened up, taking in he was on their couch, and cast a quick Tempus. 8 pm. They'd missed their Portkey.

“Fuck,” Draco said. The world was spinning around him, and Harry’s hand was suddenly on his back, holding him upright.

“Not so fast, you idiot,” Harry said, rubbing his back in slow circles. “Thanks for the banner, by the way.” He smirked. “Very thoughtful.”

“No! No, no—” Draco tried to stand up, but Harry held him by the waist, locking his fingers at the height of Draco’s belly and pulling him back down—right onto his lap. “Harry, the Portkey! And—and Paris, and—” Harry had cleaned himself up, he realised. Probably with a spell, since his clothes still felt weird to the touch. “What the heck happened?”

“Explosive charm set in a park. We were called to take the civilians out before the explosion occurred, but…”

“Fucking hell.” Draco felt dizzy all over again. He turned in Harry’s arms, bringing his hands to Harry’s face; to Harry’s chest, to his head, saying, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are your ears hurt? Are you—”

“I’m all right, love,” Harry said, and suddenly he was hugging Draco closer, burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck. “Glad to be home.”

Draco let himself be held, forgetting about his ruined plans for a moment. If anything had happened to Harry…fuck. He wanted to say something, something about how much he hated that stupid job of Harry’s, but he refrained. They’d had that conversation one too many times already.

“So I take it I ruined your birthday surprise for me?” Harry mumbled a moment later, burying his nose in Draco’s hair on retreat.

“You bloody well did.” Frustration quickly pooling in his chest again, Draco groaned, taking his turn in the safety of Harry’s neck. “Dammit. I need to call the hotel to cancel the reservation before it’s too late.”

“Hotel? You romantic prat, where were you taking me?”

“Paris,” Draco said with another groan. “I was going to take you to the Ritz. And—and I was taking you on a hot-air balloon, and—I have it in my pocket, you know! The hot- air balloon! And there were gonna be fireworks, and love confessions, and it was going to be perfect, and—”

“A hot-air balloon? You have a—”

“Yes!” Draco moaned, sitting up again. “It was going to be perfect, Harry!”

A smile was pulling at his boyfriend’s lips. Draco scowled. 

“Well…I guess we could still go?” Harry said, his smile widening despite his efforts. “D’you reckon the balloon could make it to Paris?”

Draco raised an eyebrow at him. Honestly, that suggestion didn’t deserve a reply. 

“What!” Harry said with a surprised laugh. “I’ve travelled by dragon, it can’t possibly get more dangerous than that!”

“I’ll tell you,” Draco said slowly, “what would happen if we were to do the imbecility that you just suggested. What would happen is we would die. In the ocean. Or worse, we’d end up stranded on a desert island filled with cannibals—”

“—there are no cannibals in the English Channel—”

“—that we’d alert when we lit up the fireworks to try and attract boats to us—”

“—there are fireworks too?”

“Or worse! The fireworks would set themselves off in my pocket while we were in the air and we’d be dead before the balloon could even hit the water! Two explosions! On your birthday! That’s what would happen, Harry,” Draco concluded. “Two explosions on your birthday.”

Harry nodded solemnly. “A very sensible conclusion. I have one of my own.” At Draco’s raised eyebrows, he said, smirk back in place, “You have a great imagination, love.”

Draco snorted, the sound turning into a whine. He roved his hands up from where they were resting on Harry’s chest, buried them in Harry’s hair, and pressed their foreheads together, sighing through his nose in frustration. “Do you at least like what I’d planned? Please lie to me even if you don’t. I don’t think I can take a defeat against the Weasel right now.”

“Pfft. When have I ever not loved your presents?” Harry said. “Don’t listen to Ron. I knew what I was signing up for when I started dating you, and I haven’t regretted it one day. Well, except for that time with the—”

“Don’t you dare bring up the spaghetti—”

“There was just so much of it!” Harry laughed. “Seriously, though. I love you.” He pulled back, pressed a kiss to Draco’s forehead. Another one to Draco’s nose. To his cheek. “Thank you. And sorry I ruined it.” A kiss to Draco’s other cheek. To the tip of his chin—Harry’s hands holding Draco’s head to angle it. “Do you know what I’d really like for my birthday?”

Draco, quickly melting in Harry’s arms, could only muster a, “Hmm?”

“You, me,” Harry said, nuzzling Draco’s jaw, the spot behind his ear, “takeaway pizza, my hands roaming under this beautiful jumper of yours…” Draco rolled his eyes at him, but Harry just smiled and finished, “and to open your gift. I know you’ve bought me something physical. You always do.”

Fuck. Oh, fuck. The ring. It was still in his pocket.

Draco jumped from the couch, muttering frantically, “Maybe I can still do it in time! Oh Merlin, yes, the ring is—”

“The what?”

In a second, Harry was standing right next to Draco, his green eyes as wide as saucers. Fuck.

“Did I… say it out loud?” Why the fuck had Draco planned this, he knew with Harry nothing went as planned, just like with the spaghetti—

“Draco… what’s happening?” Harry’s voice was only a whisper and Draco mentally cursed himself. It was time to react.

“Ok! I have this! You order the pizza and I’ll go to the bathroom—”

No wait, it was Harry’s birthday, he shouldn’t be the one providing food.

Draco shook his head, the room spinning around him again. “No! I order the pizza and you go to the bathroom—”

“But I don’t need to go to the bathroom…”

“I lit the candles, yes, it can work.”

He turned to search for the phone when Harry grabbed his elbow and cupped his cheek. “Draco, love, take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on. You’re giving yourself a heart attack.”

Draco looked into the eyes of the love of his life, knowing right now, right here, he wanted to stay with him for the rest of his life. “The ring…” he murmured and without letting Harry reply, took it out of his pocket.

He opened the box, kneeled before Harry, gently disentangling from his embrace. “Harry…”

“Oh fuck… Draco, yes!”

“Let me finish!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Wait…”

“Okay, okay, sorry, you go.”

Draco took a deep breath and snorted at the eagerness in Harry’s eyes. 

“Harry, I know this isn’t Paris. There isn’t the perfect sunset and the Tour Eiffel, or the fireworks or… nothing of my perfect, perfect plan…”

“Erm, Draco it doesn—”

“Right! It doesn’t matter because it’s you and me and what’s more important than that? It’s you and me, together and this is exactly what I’d want for us for the rest of our lives. Me, you, together, forever.”

Draco stopped, feeling his chest tighten, his voice faltering away. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears. 

When he opened them again, Harry had kneeled in front of him, his eyes filled with tears, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Yes.” He said once more, voice shaking, breaking into a stream of sobs, his lips trembling. Draco wanted to capture them in a kiss, but…

“Wait. Just… let me say it, please?”

“I love you.”

“Harry…”

“Yes, sorry.”

“Will you marry me?”

Harry grabbed a red rose from the coffee table next to them and swirled it in the air between them. 

“The flowers are perfect.” His voice was still shaking and Draco struggled to understand him amongst his sobbing. “Everything with you is perfect. You are perfect.” He inhaled slowly. “Yes, mon amour. Yes, yes, yes, yes, and forever, yes.” 

Merlin, Harry had said yes. They were going to marry, for real. Draco felt dizzy and launched himself on Harry, kissing him, hugging him, keeping him close, making sure he was real. 

They laughed in their kiss, and kissed again, and again, and— 

“Your French pronunciation is horrible,” Draco breathed between one kiss and the other.

“Shut up!” Harry lightly shoved him back, standing up.

“I still want the pizza, you know.”

“You always want to eat. Oh no.” Draco groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Ron will forever rub this one in my face.”

AO3

#harry's birthday #drarry #drarry squad #otpshipper98 #drarryruinedme7 #proposal #blood tw #fainting tw #fluff #crack #Harry Potter #pansmione

[a-simple-imagine]

A Furry Friend

Prompt; “Where did you get that cat from?”

Pairing: Pepper Potts x fem!reader x Tony Stark

Words: 3.9k idk why it’s this long

A/N- This was written for @lesbian-deadpool‘s Pride challenge. The deadline was Monday but time is just a social construct which we choose to follow so is it even really late?? 

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Swearing??

Your legs dangle over the edge of the cool metal worktop, swinging in a slow repetitive motion. Eyes inspect the holographic screen. Your teeth dig deeper into the skin of your bottom lip in concentration. The sound of metal clanging together mixed with the sound of soft rock music; a constant reminder of the man that worked beside you. He was building something new. Putting his hands to use. You hadn't asked what. You weren't entirely convinced he even knew but you could tell the gears in his head were grinding away. You sigh, sneaking a peek at Tony briefly hoping to get his attention. Eyeing his movements you sigh again; louder this time. And again until he finally takes a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" He questions, briefly glancing at you and then back to the task at hand.

"I can't decide on a colour." You mumble out loud, eying his work.

"Just go with your favourite,"

"Then it'll just look like iron man," You whine loudly. He lays down his tools in order to give you his undivided attention. "How about your second favourite then?"

"Blue? No thanks." Your brows knit together in a frown. You can't help but wonder how Tony ever gets anything done when you can't even get past the design stage.

"Honey, it doesn't really matter. We can always change the colour later. The most important thing is just getting it built." 

He gives you a soft, reassuring smile. But it doesn't make the decision any easier. You're just left staring at the screen again, wondering which colours would look best but not over the top. You still wanted it to have the same cool flare that Iron Man is known for. Tony goes back to his work and you can't help but admire the way he just gets lost in his own world. Your inability to focus on your suit makes you notice the movement through the holographic screen. With a swish of your hand, the screen vanishes and into view swims your girlfriend. Heels clicking against the floor. Strawberry blonde ponytail swinging as she moves. It takes a few seconds for it to officially register but when it does you break out into a bright smile. Her own lips curl into a warm, welcoming smile. You hold your arms out wide to express your desire to have her in your arms. As she approaches, her soft fingertips brush against your knees, spreading your legs so she can step in between them. Delicate hands drifting to your hips as she pulls you closer to the edge. The world around you slips away as you drown in the deep blue of her eyes. "Welcome home," Your arms fall over her shoulders, connecting around the back and you connect your lips in a soft embrace. The faint taste of a particularly bitter red wine lingers on her lips.  "I really missed you."

"I missed you too," Her words fall against your lips as she pulls away. "What are you even doing down here?"

"I'm playing around with the idea of a new suit while Tony," You signal to him with a flick of your head, only to realise he's not even there. You scan the are before you to no avail. "was right here a minute ago. He's building... something- I don't know."

Speak of the devil. Tony Stark reappears like his very name summoned him. He rounds the table to welcome back the woman still in your arms. "Hey, Pep." He places a kiss upon her cheek and you glare at him until he does the same to you. "How was the trip?"

"As interesting as you'd expect for a business trip. Spent most of my time in meetings and my hotel suite." She explains, an unamused expression on her once smiley face. "A lot quieter than being at home, I kind of missed the chaos."

"Did you get it?" You ask, trying to sound as polite as can be considering you just interrupted her.

"I did." Pepper nods a little. "It's in my suitcase."

"What did you ask her for?"

"None of your business, Stark." You spit back playfully, a challenging smirk settling on your lips.

"A souvenir Eiffel Tower." Pepper answers for you, right after otherwise ruining your challenge.

"What do you want one of those for?" You shrug a little in response. "I could have made you a life-sized Eiffel tower if you wanted."

"I wanted one from Paris."

"I could have had it flown there and back. You do realize we can go to Paris whenever right? " It was moments like this that remind you of just how different Tony's world was. All grand gestures, not enough appreciating the small stuff. You don't hate him for that because it's not his fault. You decide to ignore him and appreciate the fact Pepper had actually brought you a gift back.

"Thank you, Pepper." You peck her gently on the lips. "You wanna help with my suit? Tony's being useless. "

"No, I'm gonna..." her words trail off, as she becomes transfixed on something else. Looking beside you, you do a double take with wide eyes."What's that?"

In a moment of panic, you quickly try to hide the evidence. Out of sight, out of mine."What's what?" You question quickly. The other woman eyes you up, not convinced.

"Did you seriously just try and hide the kitten I've already see?"

"What are you talking about Pepper? There's no Kitten. Nothing out of the ordinary here." You chuckle awkwardly.

"That's for sure," she agrees. The other woman pushes out of your grip, peering around your shoulder. "Uh... Where did you get that cat from?"

Busted. Your each around to collect the kitten you didn't try all that hard to hide. It was a tiny Bengal with fur white as snow. Faded brown spots create the famous pattern that gives the breed its name. One eye a shimmering blue; the other a glossed over mixture of blue and green with no pupil. By tomorrow Pepper probably would have figured it out anyway. There was a cat bed on the floor in the lab and living room. Cat bowls in the kitchen as well as the little toys. You place the kitten on your lap, running your fingers through its soft fur. You're not sure what to say or how to spin this into a positive that she would accept.

"Y/N brought him home," Tony announces casually, looking up from his work.

"Dude," you stress, head snapping to him. How dare he just throw you under the bus like that even if it is true and he had no part in any of this. "What the fuck?" He winks at you. "Don't use me as a scapegoat Tony-"

"I'm not, you are the one who got the cat,"

"You didn't seem to object-" You argue

"Yeah because-"

"It's honestly like raising children," Pepper declare loudly causing you both to stop arguing to look at her as she turns on her heel and heads for the door. "I'm going to take a long hot shower and I would suggest you two get your stories straight."

You look down at the kitten who mews softly as you place him down on the workbench, sliding off the table. "Don't," You stop in your tracks. "Just let her relax."

"Maybe I just wanted to go join her in the shower- have a little fun."

He raised a brow at the possibility. "Did you though?"

You obviously wouldn't say no to shower sex but that wasn't the reason you want to go after her. You just didn't like the idea of Pepper being upset with you. "No, but I don't want her to be mad at me."

"She's not mad. It's just been a long trip for her. Let her sleep it off and then talk to her tomorrow."

"Fine," you huff, turning back to the kitten who was now lying down on the metal surface. It really was adorable. "Can you at least help me?"

With a roll of his eyes, he comes and joins you bringing the screen back up and leaning on the edge of the desk. Getting back to work.

It's about an hour until you inevitably call it a night. Leaving Tony and the kitten who was snuggled up in one of the beds you had purchased alone. When you enter the bedroom, it's dimly lit and very quiet. The bathroom light is on but you don't hear any water so she must be finished but still inside. You get changed into a pair of shorts and a plain tee, waiting a few minutes before deciding to go use the bathroom down the hall. On returning, Pepper is stood by the vanity mirror rubbing what you assume is moisturizer into her red cheeks.

"How was the shower?" You ask as you crawl onto the bed. Sitting at the end, you cross your legs and watch her through the mirror.

"Good, I feel a lot less gross now," The woman informs you, turning around. Head tilted a little to the side. "Where's Tony?"

"He's still working. I tried to get him to come to bed but he's being stubborn." You fall backwards against the soft, Egyptian cotton duvet.

"Typical Tony." A knowing smile adorns her lips. "He'll probably be down there all night."

"Your right about that." You agree, shuffling up the bed and wiggling beneath the covers. Pepper gets FRIDAY to turn down the lights as she slides in beside you. Normally you sleep in between the both of them, it had become your spot. You warm up to her, nuzzling against the woman you had missed so much. Inhaling the faint smell of vanilla that you had come to love. You don't say anything else. You lay together, enjoying the company as you drift off into blissful slumber.

It's around 7 am when your eyes finally flutter open. Pepper is snoring softly beside you and you think it's best to leave her be. She deserved to sleep in. However, Tony was nowhere to be seen. You assumed he was probably in the lab again since he basically lived down there. You were pretty sure he had come to bed at some point. The bed dipping beside you, waking you up to see a figure settling in bed. Placing one arm over his bare chest as you drift back off to sleep. You carefully get out of bed as to not disturb the other woman and head to the kitchen. Brewing a pot of fresh coffee. You find your new furry friend sat in the living room. It's about an hour later when Pepper finally joins you in the land of the conscious. She makes herself some coffee before sitting down at the kitchen table across from you. Her eyes flicker from yours to your breakfast and back and you knew she was silently judging. It wasn't the first time she had judged your choice of cereals. Insisting that they're for children. You didn't care, they tasted good and that's all that mattered.

"Good morning," You eventually pipe up, hoping she wasn't mad anymore.

"Morning,"

You couldn't quite tell how she was feeling right now. She was always kind of hard to read unless she was reprimanding you. Which she seemed to be doing a lot.

"Are you hungry? I- I-can make you something?" You offer with a shaky smile. Her head shook slowly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"I'm fine."

A silence comes between both of you. It's a little awkward but you're not sure what to say. You go back to your breakfast, spooning some of the chocolate cereal into your mouth. The sound of you crunches filling the room. "Are you still mad?" You blurt out.

"I was never mad," She explains with a calming sigh. "FRIDAY. Can you have Tony come join us please?"

Right away. The AI responds.

"We do need to talk about it though." You remain quiet as you wait for Tony. Continuing to enjoy your breakfast. As you almost finished, the man of the house finally joins the both of you.

"What did I do this time?" Tony calls out as he comes bouncing over. Your eyes follow him as he passes by, confused as he grabs a spoon before joining you. He pulls up a chair right next to you, sinking his spoon into your bowl and stealing some of the contents for himself. He gives you a smug smile as your brows furrow together.

"You could... get your own bowl, y'know?"

"Why when there's a perfectly good bowl right here?"

You roll your eyes, pointing over to the kitchen island. "Can you at least get me the box from over there?"

"Sure thing," He actually gets up to collect the cereal box which is more than you expected. Placing it down before you, you snatch it up and proceed to pour more coco pops into your bowl for Tony's benefit. "So what is this about? I swear whatever it was, was broken before I touched it."

"I thought we all needed to discuss how I left for Paris and you two decided to get a cat without so much as a text message- wait, what do you break?"

"Nothing and she decided to get a cat." Tony corrected sharply. "I had absolutely no part in this, whatsoever."

You drag the ceramic bowl out of his reach, a little offended by him throwing you under the bus. "Get your own damn cereal."

Tony laughs lightly, a smirk settling on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and wasn't afraid to show it. "Sharing is caring, Y/N."

"Maybe don't sell me out then." You fire back. "I don't share with snitches."

"I'm just telling the truth." He places his hand over his heart. "I shouldn't be punished for that."

"Can we get back to the kitten?" Pepper wonders and you both turn to her.

"Right." You move the bowl back to continue eating before it all gets too soggy. Tony leans over, spoon at the ready but you smack his hand away. It was time to come clean. If you'd didn't, Tony would for you so you really didn't have much of an option here. "I got the cat but," you hesitant a little, worried that the answer may not be well-liked. "I don't know, I'm sorry. I should have said something to you"

"Why?"

"Tony let me." You insist with a shrug.

"Why did you get a cat without talking to us?" You glance down at the little pieces of crisped rice floating in a sea of chocolate milk. After a moment, Pepper speaks up again. "To have a talk, you actually need to speak."

"I don't know then." You shrug again. "Can I just finish my cereal? I didn't expect to be interrogated over breakfast."

"I don't understand why you're so reluctant to talk about it, " Pepper says over the edge of her coffee mug.

"I don't understand why you're so adamant to talk about it." You fight back." I got a cat so fucking what. I got it because I wanted to. End of story"

"No, it's not, You can't make a decision that affects us all without consulting us."

"maybe we-" Tony's words fall on deaf ears

"It's not a big deal."

"Will you two calm down. " Tony states firmly, finally risking your wrath in order to feed himself. You don't stop him this time. "Let's talk like adults here."

You sigh extra loud. His words may have been directed at both of you but his eyes were targeted in on you. "I got him from an adoption day. Nobody wanted a half-blind cat and I thought he was adorable."

Tony's hand fell against your shoulder, squeezing gently. While Pepper seemed to be frowning at you, you shrank under her gaze. You push your chair out, passing the bowl over to Tony and stand to leave. The kitten trailing behind you. "I already said sorry. I should have called you- take him back if you want."

"Where are you going?" Pepper calls out but you ignore her. You retreat to the Solitude of Tony's lab, it's not like you were trying to hide. They could just ask FRIDAY and she'd tell them where you were. There was nowhere to hide anyway. A holographic screen before you but you weren't actually doing any work. Tony eventually comes wondering in after you. Pulling up a stool and plopping down beside you.

"I was thinking you could make it purple?" Tony suggests, reaching out to access the screen. Watching as the parts of the suit shift in colour. "And then add some silver. What do you think?" He shifts beside you, pulling you into his side. "Are you ignoring me too?"

After a moment, you shake your head a little. "No,"

"Good because I didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you could say I'm the only person in the right here."

"Don't push your luck, Stark."

He laughs beside you. "So do you wanna talk about it or completely ignore the situation? I'm good with either."

A soft smile slips past your lips. His expression was soft and genuine. You knew Tony wasn't always the best when it came to talking about feelings so you appreciated the fact he was trying. "I just feel a little lonely in this relationship sometimes, I just wanted a friend."

"You wanted a friend?" He asks. "That's... a little sad, Y/N. Maybe you should get some real ones." He teases and you nudge into him slightly. "Y/N, you're not alone."

"I like the colours," you tell him quietly. He offers a smile.

"She's not as mad as you think she is." He pipes up. "She just wants you to talk to us more especially if your feeling alone."

"That's hard when she's never here."

"Phones exist," Tony challenges to which you roll your eyes. A small smile settling on your lips.

"Where's Pepper?"

"How would I know, I'm here with you."

You groan. "You are a piece of work, Tony."

You push out of his grip in order to go find your girlfriend. Pausing for a moment to look back. "Don't edit my suit without me."

"I was just gonna add some upgrades."

"Don't edit my suit without me." You repeat firmly.

"Fine." He dismisses the screen, twirling in his seat to watch you walk away. You find Pepper sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book and you approach cautiously.

"Hey," You mumble as you sit down on the other end.

She glances to you briefly as she turns the page. She must have known you wanted to talk because she politely closed her book, resting it in her lap.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry about earlier." You begin. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

"It's alright." She assures you.

"If you want to take the cat back, it's not a big deal."

"Getting a cat wasn't the issue. It was the lack of communication."

"I know, Tony told me. Turns out he can be quite responsible sometimes."

"That's hard to believe." You chuckle a little at her joke. "Are you willing to explain to me why you brought home a kitten while I was away?"

"It's not a big deal, I was just lonely," You shrug, fiddling with your fingertips in order to avoid looking at the other woman. "You're always in meetings. Or off on business trips. Or doing whatever CEOs do. I just wanted some company."

"You could have told us that." She assures you.

"Why? What would be the point in that?" You wonder. "You're always too busy for me."

"That is not true." Pepper shuffles closer to you, her hand falling to rest on your thigh.

"It's not? When was the last time we actually spent any real time together just the three of us? Or just the two of us? We hardly even see each other."

"I know work is hectic and Tony's... well Tony. Were used to this and I think sometimes we forget that you're not and I apologise for that." With her free hand, she reaches up to gently get you to look at her. Her expression softened as you search her face. "But we're not too busy for you, I promise. You could have come to Paris with me if you wanted and I'm sure Tony doesn't mind if you bug him while he works. We will always try and make time for you, even if it doesn't feel like it."

You pull out of her grip. Your relationship with the other two was complicated, to say the least and the fact they were working so much made it harder. Your average job was just so out of sink with theirs that half the time you came home to an empty house. And even if they were home, Tony was almost always busy in the lab and Pepper would be working on something. You had debated bringing up the issue earlier but it was easier to just randomly get a kitten. You weren't entirely convinced by her words, they just seemed unrealistic. "It doesn't feel like it- at all."

Her thumb runs gently over your cheek. "Okay and we'll definitely work on it but you have to promise me, you'll talk to us when you're feeling alone?"

"Okay." You nod. "Do you want me to get rid of the kitten?"

"No, it's fine." She tells you. "He's actually very cute."

Pepper leans in connecting your lips, the kiss interrupted by your missing boyfriend. You groan against her lips. "Are you two friends again?"  "don't make me lock you in a room together."

"That doesn't sound like much of a punishment to me," you tease, a playfully smirk settling on your lips as you pull away. Tony drops down between the both of you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. The kitten comes along shortly after and settles on your lap; purring softly.

"So what did you end up naming the little guy?" Tony questions, reaching over and brushing his fingertips through the Kitten's fur. Your smile brightens at his curiosity. You'd been waiting for this.

"I actually named him after the best avenger,"

"Wow, I'm flattered that you think-"

"Not you," you interrupt, shaking your head a little.

"You didn't name him after Rogers did you?"

"Nope," You giggle, shaking your head. "I said the best avenger."

"But you didn't name him after me so who?" Tony ponders.

"Can I take a guess?"

"Sure," You look around Tony at Pepper. She meets your gaze.

"Thor?"

"Ding. Ding. Ding." You mimic the sound of a bell. "We have a winner."

"You named him after Thor? He's not even close to the best."

"He's literally the god of thunder, Tony."

"So? I'm a little offended right now."

"It's not a big deal," you dismiss playfully. "But like I said he's a literal god what could be cooler than that?"

"Are we talking about the same guy here? I'd describe him as a lot of things but cool isn't one of them."

"Let it go, Tony." Pepper assures him. Placing a kiss against his cheek. You mimic her movements, pausing to whisper in his ear. "I'll name the next one after you."

"We're not getting another one." Pepper calls out to which you just laugh. It was nice getting to spend time with them just talking about nonsense. Tony softly kisses your temple.

"Can I suggest a name change?"

"No." You declare. "His name is Thor. It’s not up for discussion."

#tony stark #pepper potts #tony stark x reader #pepper potts x reader #pepperony #tony stark x pepper potts #tony stark x reader x pepper potts #tony stark x pepper potts x reader #tony stark x you #iron man x reader #iron man x you #marvel #ppchallenge #prideparadechallenge

[ill-skillsgard]

bb girl thank you for the new henry drabble. 10/10. I would love to see some of the "coffee dates" henry joked about when he drove her home. As a service industry worker myself, I can't help but wonder how foreign her job would be to him. Like he deals with assholes, but he gets paid a lot to do it. "You make $8 an hour to deal with this?"

More Henry x Mistress here

Warning: 18+ sex/affair/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Warning: 18+ sex/cheating/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion

Spending time with Henry was dreamy and all too short-lived before you remembered that he was still tied down to a secret life that you had become a large piece of.

He still had his wife to deal with. That was where you wanted to leave it but memories of Paris and making love to him in the beautiful hotel room were fresh in your mind and lingering on your skin and between your legs even after you got home from the trip.

Henry was an enigma— someone you couldn’t quite get to know too well before you had to hush while he took a phone call. Often, he would bring his vibrating phone with him into the next room and answer it in private. You could respect that but goddamn it did you ever want to listen in on a conversation with his wife.

A fine etching placated your mind with sleepless nights dressed in stockings that Henry had nearly creamed over, eating decadent sweets à la carte, drinking champagne, showing him that yes, he was allowed to squeeze there, lick that, bite a bit harder and tell you that the feeling of your soaked holes tightening around his cock with every orgasmic pulse was the best fucking thing he had ever felt in his whole goddamn life.

He told you after he got home that the time you two had spent in Paris together had been better than his honeymoon. Hell, it had been better than anything he had ever experienced. This both delighted and saddened you.

Henry apologized profusely for having to take care of a little more personal business for the next week or so. It would be some time before he could visit you at work or pick you up anywhere. There was work. So much work. And then there was the issue of where he was staying.

You got that phone call one morning though and dropped everything for it.

“Good morning, gorgeous,”

“Good morning,” you sang.

“I’ve missed your voice,” he whispered.

“Oh,” you giggled. “Why are we whispering?”

“I really just needed to hear from you for a moment. Today is a weird day. I’m in the process of transporting some things to the condo.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah… She’s here, too.”

“What?” You yelped.

“It’s okay. She’s down in the kitchen. I guess she’s gathering some of the china her grandmother gave to her. Says it doesn’t belong in a place where it’s barely appreciated. I don’t know… It’s just pettiness.”

“Why on earth are you on the phone with me then?”

“I already told you… I wanted to hear your voice. And… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to see you.”

“Come see me then,” you whispered back.

“Mmph… I can’t. Not yet. But trust me… I want to. I miss your face… and your lips,” he paused to chuckle. “And that sweet, sweet little wet pussy.”

You acted shocked to hear his lustful admissions but he had said so many dirtier things to you the last time you were together that sweet, sweet little wet pussy sounded sugary in comparison.

“You’re a very bad man,” you told him. “Who taught you how to be so naughty?”

“You, ma’am. Can’t stop thinking about all the fucking dirty things I want to do to you.”

“Fuck, you’re brave. What if she hears you?”

“She won’t. I’m in my bathroom. We have separate bathrooms, you know.”

“What are you doing in that bathroom, big boy?”

“I think you know.”

“Tell me.”

Henry’s breath choked off for a second and the realization sent a spark careening down your center, tickling you to life and making you wish that you had a visual on him.

“Stroking my cock… Thinking about coming inside you.”

“You’re already that close?” You teased.

“How can I not be when I know how tight your pussy is?”

Warm silky lust poured down your back like thick honey. Even your nipples perked when he told you how good it felt to be touching himself to the thought of you.

“Shit! Fuck—”

The line cut off after that and your lungs deflated, heart sinking as you stared at your phone screen. Several minutes later a text came in from him.

She came looking for me. I’m sorry. Fuck… I’m an idiot.

Told you you were bad.

I’m coming to see you tomorrow. You’re working, right?

Yes

I can come to see you?

Yes!

Ok. Good.

And he did show up to see you the next day in the middle of the lunch rush. He strolled into the café wearing a casual charcoal gray suit with a pale lavender button-up underneath and no tie. All at once you wished that each customer in the place would get up and leave, abandoning the café so that you could be alone with Henry.

Fate would not have it that way for you and you had to settle for serving him coffee while he sat at the bar, taking every opportunity that he could to set his eyes on you. When you were busy, he was quiet but as soon as a few tables cleared and you didn’t have to run around topping glasses up with water, splitting bills, rushing the debit machine from table to table and taking orders, he managed to catch you.

“You’re working so hard today and nobody is even saying thank you,” he remarked.

You sighed with a faint smile. “It’s a mostly thankless job. Oh, and the money is shit too!”

Henry shook his head. “You deserve so much more. I can’t believe the level of disrespect some people have for people in the service industry.”

“So nice of you to say,” you feigned a light tone, but he knew you were only joking. “It’s just until something better comes up.”

Henry looked at you with a swimming expression. He pondered a moment, the tip of his thumb pressed against his lip and then gestured an idea.

“I’ll find you something better.”

“Henry,” you whispered.

“What? I can’t help my favourite server with better job opportunities?”

You wanted to scoff at him but you had to clear off some tables on the other side of the room and didn’t need anybody thinking you were neglecting your duties in favour of talking to the handsome businessman seated at the bar with a white china mug full of coffee.

“Don’t be silly,” you flung him a whisper as you walked by him to tend to your tasks.

Henry smiled slyly to himself. You began to recognize that look. That was the look he got on his face when the gears in his head started shifting. Last time you saw that happen on his face, he had flown you out to Paris. You couldn’t imagine what was going on in that head of his now but it had to have been something because he left you a fifty dollar tip and wrote a short message at the bottom of his bill with his silver pen.

To my favourite serving girl

- Henry D.

#henry x mistress #henry deaver x mistress #bill skarsgard fanfiction

[mythicalsecretsanta]

Christmas In Paris (T)

This gift is for: Wren (AKA @cerealbath​) Wishing you a very festive holiday season and good vibes for the coming year. Hope you enjoy your gift! From your Secret Santa, Ellie (AKA @elliefcutie)

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“Link, hello earth to Link,” someone shouted. “S-s-sorry,” he stuttered in reply. They’d been waiting so long at the check in counter he’d slipped into a daydream. One where he was at home watching his favourite paint drying show instead of here in a crowded airport. “Man what are we gonna do, they’re saying my bag weighs too much?” “Why don’t you just take some stuff out? I’m pretty sure you packed your entire bedroom. Do you really need all of it?” Link asked. “Yes I need all of it,” Rhett said placing extra emphasis on the word need. “I’m used to a certain level of comfort, you know that.” Listen, all I’m saying is do you really need silk bed sheets, a fur coat and the entire contents of your bathroom for a one week vacation in Paris?“ “ You’re totally missing the point Link those aren’t just any old things those sheets are made of rare golden orb spider silk that were painstakingly pulled out individually by blind monks from Madagascar and the-” “Ok,” Link interrupted him. “I get it. I have some extra room in my bags you can use that but anything that doesn’t fit you leave behind alright? “Really?” Rhett said “You’re a lifesaver buddyroll.” So half an hour later they boarded their flight with Rhett who was now wearing his fur coat and Link’s nearly empty carry on was now stuffed full of silk bed linens, various lotions creams serums and hair styling products. Being on the plane brought Link’s anxiety up to near panic attack levels. “Why’s it gotta be so gosh dang small in here?” He’d begun sweating profusely the moisture accumulating uncomfortably in all his crevices. “You think this is small be glad you’re not me brother I got legs for days and nowhere to put em,” Link just gave a weak smile in response his arms moving to wrap around his midsection. A pathetic attempt at self comforting. Why had he agreed to come on this stupid trip in the first place? Neither of them had anything great to go home to for the holidays. Rhett’s mom had re married and now had a replacement family as Rhett called it. Link’s mom had died when he was in college. His parents had divorced when he was two and Link had never really been close with his dad. So it made sense that they’d spend the holidays together right? Better than being alone. Not that Link really minded being alone. Last year they’d stayed home and just ordered in watching Christmas movies on Netflix. For whatever reason Rhett had gotten the idea that they should go somewhere this year. Link had flat out refused at first but Rhett was very insistent. Also he was very good at getting Link to try new things. So eventually he had caved. And here they were. Link remained quiet all throughout the safety talk which increased his anxiety level even more, and takeoff. “Link you ok?” Rhett asked once they were safely in the air. “Your being awfully quiet.” “Yeah I’m fine a little tired.” Which wasn’t a total lie he was tired. Stress had a strange way of making him sleepy. “Why don’t you try to sleep we got a long flight ahead of us anyway. You can use my coat as a pillow if you want. I’m sweating to death in it anyway.” Before Link could even answer Rhett was twisting himself around to get the cumbersome thing off. It was a struggle that lasted several minutes and by the time Rhett handed him the coat he was smiling. He couldn’t really refuse it after that could he? “Thanks” he said. Propping himself up against the window he fell asleep almost immediately.

“Link, hey Link,” Rhett half whispered while nudging his shoulder. Link just groaned and pushed him away. “Lemme sleep Rhett .” “You gotta wake up buddy we’re about to land.” Link sat up his hands moving automatically to try and rub the sleep out of his eyes. “I slept through the whole flight?” he said in disbelief. “You sure did sleepyhead,” Rhett replied laughing one of his grumbling laughs. Just then the pilot came on over the intercom. “Hello this is your captain speaking we’re just beginning our descent into Paris and we should be landing in approximately twenty minutes. The weather is a chilly 50 degrees Fahrenheit with clear skies. The local time is 5:05pm. Please put you seat belts on and thanks for a great flight.” Then she said the same thing in french. At least that’s what Link assumed because he understood nothing beyond bonjour despite having taken three years of french in high school. Link immediately fastened his seat belt and looked out the window. The sun was setting and it cast a beautiful rose gold glow over the city that Link had to admit looked stunning. Link started when he felt Rhett’s beard tickling his neck. “Looks pretty great right? Don’t be shy you can say that I made a good choice. That this is gonna be a million time better than just being at home.” Link rolled his eyes. “Maybe just maybe this won’t be a total disaster.” “It’s gonna be awesome just wait until you see what I got planned,” Rhett said. His eyes and smile wide with excitement more than Link had ever seen them before. Rhett had insisted on being the sole planner of their trip. Link hadn’t protested since he didn’t really care. He fully expected to have a terrible time but his first look at the city had him feeling unexpectedly optimistic about it. He smiled back at Rhett. “So what are we doing tonight?” “There’s this really old cinema that shows old Christmas movies during December. Tonight there playing It’s a Wonderful Life. But we could do something else if you want. If you’re too tired we can just stay at the hotel.” Rhett said rather rapidly. His cheeks turning red. Link squirmed in his seat suddenly feeling very antsy. It was probably the cramped seating he just needed to stretch his legs. “That sounds really good actually.” Rhett grinned and was it Link’s imagination or did his the redness of his face deepen even more? He turned to look out the window again at the city growing ever closer.

Link swallowed the last bite of the cracker sandwich he’d been working on for the past hour and a half. He chased it with a big gulp of sparkling water. Rhett had chosen an upscale restaurant for dinner where nothing sounded familiar (mostly because of the french) or appetizing. The waiter had given him the stink eye when he’d asked for plain bread and cracker sandwich like the ones he always had at home. Rhett however had ordered a plethora of items and in french too. Link’s sandwich had come rather quickly a whole loaf of french bread and some sort of multigrain crackers that was something of a disappointment to Link. So he’d been taking halfhearted bites of it every so often while Rhett inhaled dish after dish of rich looking foods covered in cream sauces. “You sure you don’t wanna try any of my food?” Rhett asked. “No I’m good” “Come on at least have a bite of the escargot. The butter herb caviar sauce on top is absolutely divine.” “Isn’t that snails? No thanks.” Link said in disgust. “How about dessert I ordered the wildflower honey lavender gelato. That’s sorta like ice cream. You like ice cream right?” Link did in fact like ice cream one of the few things that had stuck from his brief foray into the world of tasting. The way Rhett was acting was making Link nervous. He seemed so eager for Link to be pleased that Link felt obliged to be pleased. “Sure buddy that sounds good” Rhett smiled brightly and there was that blush again. They’re dessert soon arrived in a single dish with two spoons. Link frowned his personal ice cream sharing rule was don’t unless you’re willing to make out with said person. “Sorry Link I’ll ask them for a separate bowl,” Rhett said. Link glanced around the crowded restaurant in search of wait staff to flag down and found no one. What the hell he thought. He’d flown halfway across the world today surely he could share ice cream. They had separate spoons after all. “Don’t bother,” Link took the tiny spoon on his side of the bowl and brought it up to his mouth. The gelato was amazing it had an icy smooth consistency less creamy than ice cream but sweetened perfectly with honey and just a touch of lavender to brighten it up. Link went in for a second bite and realized Rhett was just staring at him mouth agape. Which Link found odd because Rhett was never one to hesitate while eating. “Is that not ok with you? It’s because of my herpes isn’t it? I’m sorry we can order you a separate one.” “No just a little surprised it’s like your a whole different Link in Paris.” “Is that a bad thing?” “It’s interesting that’s for sure,” Rhett replied picking up his spoon.

The cool night air nipped at Link’s arms making giving him goosebumps. He was beginning to regret their decision to walk back to the hotel after the movie. Which despite Rhett’s disbelief he had never seen before. “You cold Link?” Rhett asked. “Yeah a little figures when we could actually use that ridiculous fur coat of yours we don’t have it.” “I’ll have you know that coat is made of very rare Siberian Brown Lemming fur. Which is said to be so soft it’s like wearing a cloud.” Link just rolled his eyes. “So you wanna know what on the itinerary for tomorrow?” Rhett asked. “Nah I’m sorta enjoying this whole going with the flow thing. It feels very freeing not worrying about every little thing for once.” “I get that. Let’s pick up the pace so we don’t freeze our balls off shall we.” Link let loose a high pitched giggle and began to run down the street.

Link stifled a yawn as he watched people go by on the quiet Parisian street. Rhett had dragged him outta bed at an ungodly hour and to this quaint little cafe nearby. He was currently sipping his second cup of espresso in hopes it would chase away the jet lag. “Did you not sleep well Link” Rhett asked seemingly unaffected by jet lag and entirely to chipper. “I slept fine it must be jet lag. I’ve never felt so tired in my life. You seriously don’t feel it?” “I slowly adjusted myself to Paris time over the last two weeks, remember? I asked if you wanted to join me and you declined. I’d bet you’re regretting that now.” Yes Link did seem to recall Rhett going on about that how it would eliminate jet lag and help optimize their enjoyment of the trip. But he’d said it right before bed and staying up later had seemed too difficult to an already sleepy Link. “I have just the thing to cheer you up,” Rhett said. “You wanna know what we’re doing today?” Leaving absolutely no time for Link to reply he answered his own question. “There’s this really cool winery called Le Clos Montmatre right here in the city and they give tours. Guess who’s gonna be on one of those tours?” “Us?” Link said flatly. “Bingo” “I can’t wait.”

“I think we’re lost,” Link said “We are not lost,” Rhett insisted. “Really so we were supposed to get on several different trains and then get off to stare at this map in the station? Then I guess we’re not lost after all.” “Ok, so we may be a little turned around,” Rhett said. “But we are definitely not lost. We just need to get on this train… or maybe this one.” He trailed off. “Alright we may be lost,” He finally admitted. “So why don’t we just go above ground and catch a cab or we’ll miss our tour. Besides it creeps me out down here. It’s like being buried alive.” “Because that would be admitting defeat. This is how people get around here. If we take a cab we’re missing out on the authentic Paris experience. “I don’t think part of the authentic experience is aimlessly getting on and off trains with no idea where you’re going. I’m getting a cab you can stay down here and keep having the authentic experience if you like.” Link took off toward the exit and Rhett followed.

Due to the narrow climbing roads the cab dropped them off a quarter mile from the actual winery itself. They walked in silence for a few minutes until Rhett broke it abruptly. “Sorry about this Link. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” Rhett said eyes on the ground as they walked along.” “What do you mean?” Link asked. He felt somewhat confused everything seemed fine to him. “It’s just I have this picture in my head of how I want things to go, you know. Reality never seems to live up to that picture. This is only the first day and already I screwed things up.” “Wait…what? You think you screwed things up?” “Well yeah you’re all jet lagged, we got lost and now we might miss our tour.” He finally looked up at Link. His amber eyes pitiful. “Rhett, you did not screw things up I will get over the jet lag, everybody gets lost in strange cities and I’m pretty sure we found the vineyard.” He pointed up to the vine covered mansion before them. It was beautiful Link was beginning to think everything in Paris was. “You really don’t think I’m screwing things up?” Rhett asked breaking eye contact with Link and looking straight ahead. “Not at all.”

“Mercie,” Rhett thanked the man who had poured their wine. The tour had been interesting. Emile,their tour guide’s enthusiasm had been contagious. They were now sitting in the cellar sampling some wine. “ “A votre sante,” Rhett said “Huh?” Link said. “Since when do you speak french?” “I learned online. I figured one of us should.” He shrugged nonchalant. “A votre sante means cheers.” They clinked glasses. Link swallowed his all in one gulp, hissing at the unpleasant burning sensation in his throat. It did taste vaguely fruity which was ok but he really couldn’t see what all the hype was about. He would choose grape juice over this any day. He glanced up at Rhett to find him staring wide eyed at him. “What? Did I spill some on my shirt or something?” he looked in panic at his white and blue striped polo. It looked alright to him. Rhett just laughed that big loud rumbling one he did when something caught him by surprise. When he caught his breath he said. “No it’s just that not how you’re supposed to do that man. It’s not like taking jello shots at a frat party.” Link blushed. “Give me a break Rhett I’ve never done this before.” “How have you never done this before?” “I just haven’t. You don’t need to laugh at me.” “Sorry Link. I guess I’ll just have to show you how it’s done. Here I’ll share mine with you.” He reached over and poured half of his glass into Link’s. “You gotta take your time with it really get to know it. Swish it around in the glass, like this.” Rhett slowly moved the stem of his glass in a circle. Link copied. “Excellent. Now go ahead and take a whiff of it. Really take in that aroma with your nose hole.” “Is this really necessary seems a little over the top to me.” “Yes it’s necessary drinking wine is all about the experience Link. It’s the only way to really detect all the nuances of flavor.” “Fine I’ll sniff the damn wine just let it be known that I think it’s ridiculous.” “I’m ok with that,” Rhett said. So Link smelled the wine. It smelled fruity and maybe a little acidic. “Mmm,” Rhett said “ A very nice smelling wine it smells full bodied with a hint of lemon verbena.” “Can we actually drink it now?” Link asked. He was beginning to lose patience with Rhett’s process. “Sure buddy but you should take small sips and aerate it by running it through your teeth.” He kindly demonstrated this and it make the most horrendous noise. “There’s no way I’m doing that. You’ll have to settle for me taking small sips.” “Your loss. I’ll be over here experiencing the full flavor of wine as intended.” Link rolled his eyey as he brought the glass to his lips. He did keep it in his mouth a little and to his surprise he noticed the hint of citrus Rhett had mentioned. Also the burning sensation was much milder and pleasant this time around. “This is pretty good actually,” “See I told you,” Rhett said practically beaming. “You have to do it the right way for optimal enjoyment.” Link smiled with a shake of his head. They continued their tasting mostly in silence with only an occasional interjection from Rhett about the flavours of the different wines. Once the wine had all been tasted Emile cleared her throat to get their attention. “So that concludes the wine tasting portion of the tour. We’re going to finish off the tour by going to see our fields. They have a very unique graded set up that offers up some wonderful views of the city. So feel free to stick around afterwards to take some pictures. Link pushed his seat back as he got up he felt dizzy and had to brace himself on the table. “Whoa, you alright there Link? The wine gettin’ to ya?” “I’m alright,” Link replied. “Just felt a little unsteady there.” Truthfully Link felt very strange maybe he shouldn’t have had so much wine. He figured he would be fine the tour was almost over anyway. It was a struggle to keep himself steady as the walked but he managed it. They emerged into the sunshine at the bottom of a steep incline. Now he knew what Emile had meant by graded set up. It looked like they had carved the vineyard right out of the hillside. It was possibly one of the most unique things Link had ever seen. Unfortunately he wasn’t really in a state to enjoy it. The feeling of unease that he’d felt in the cellar seemed to be growing by the minute. Everything after that was pretty fuzzy until Rhett elbowed him in the ribs. Hey Link mind if we go to the top I really wanna get some pictures.” “Yeah sure sounds great,” Link said. He did not in fact think it was great. He had no idea how he was going to make it up there. Rhett chattered away at him as they climbed. “That was pretty awesome right Link? Wait till you see what I have planned for tomorrow. It’s even better I think gotta make Christmas Eve special right? Link just nodded. As they neared the top Link’s head was spinning so bad he had to sit down. “Hey Rhett,” he said his words coming out slurred. “I’m not feeling so well.” He then proceeded to vomit in the bushes beside him. Rhett rushed to his side putting his hand softly in the small of Link’s back as he wretched the meager contents of his stomach onto the foliage. “Oh Link I’m so sorry. You’re kind of a lightweight hey? Don’t worry we’ll get you back to the hotel and you’ll be better in no time.” Link finished vomiting and sat back up wiping the mix of throw up and spit on his jacket sleeve. “You get it all out?” “I think so.” “Good, good you just stay right there I’m gonna order us an Uber ok?” He pulled out his phone typing away at it furiously. A few minutes later he pocketed it. “It’ll be here in 20 but we’re gonna have to walk a little to get there. Think you can do that?” Link nodded. “Alright let me help you there.” Rhett said. He crouched down slinging Link’s arm over his shoulder. “We’re gonna try standing on three. One..two…three.” They struggled up together Rhett doing most of the heavy lifting Link only managing to fall into Rhett’s arms. Link’s only thought was that he smelled good some sort of deep musky scent. “Ok we made it up good job. Now let’s get you straightened out.” Link reached out weakly trying to pull him back in but Rhett didn’t even seem to notice. “You think you’re ok to walk?” “Yeah I think so.” Slowly they made their way back down where a concerned looking Emile met them. “Mon dieu. Is your husband okay Rhett?” “He’s not really much of a drinker. I shouldn’t have let hi drink so much. We’re just going to leave now. Thanks for the lovely tour and sorry about the bushes.” Link grimaced at that bit. “Yeah I’m very sorry about that,’ he added. Wait had she just called him Rhett’s husband why would she think that? Before Link could think about it too much Rhett was walking again taking Link with him. Somehow they made it to the Uber without incident. Rhett helped Link and spoke with the driver while Link just sat there willing himself not to vomit again. “Link?” “Yeah,” Link answered feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. “Driver says it’s gonna be half an hour to the hotel. You just tell me if we need to pull over again okay?” “Sure. Rhett?’ “Yes Link?’ “I’m sleepy.” “That’s just fine you just put you’re head on my shoulder and close your eyes,” “Thanks Rhett,” Link said as he did exactly that. He gave a contented sigh happy to be smelling that Rhett smell again.

The next thing Link really remembers is walking up with a dry mouth, splitting headache and a bladder that’s about to burst. He groans as he sits up in bed. Yes he’s in a bed in his and Rhett’s hotel room. They’re sharing a room because according to Rhett this is the only hotel to stay in, in Paris. It’s also very expensive so they can only afford one room. Two beds at least though. “Hey Link welcome back to the world of the sober. How you feeling?” “Like I’ve been hit by a tuck… twice.” “Sounds about right. Hangovers are a delight. You probably need to pee real bad right about now so why don’t you go do that.’ “I’ll probably pee the bed if I don’t. I’m not even sure that would be the most embarrassing thing I’ve done today.” Link sighs and heaves himself out of bed stumbling to the bathroom. Emptying his bladder helps a little and splashing some cold water on his face helps some too. He walks back to his bed. Rhett has placed a bottle of water and some ibuprofen on his bedside table. “You should take those and drink the water that will help,” Rhett said. “We should also get some food in you. You haven’t eaten all day have you?” Besides a few halfhearted bites of the pancakes at breakfast Link realized he hadn’t had anything but caffeine and alcohol all day. No wonder he’d gotten drunk so fast. “Thanks. What time is it anyway?” ��It’s half past five,” “Really? Rhett I’m sorry look like I’m the one who ruined our day not you.” “Don’t worry about it. I think I need to learn to go with the flow more too. I thought we could stay in order room service maybe watch some lame Christmas movie?” “Sounds good to me.”

Link was awakened by the sound of someone knocking at their door. “Don’t worry about that Link I’ll get it,” Rhett said. His blurry figure rushing past Link. “Mmm kay,” he mumbled. He sat up in bed yawning and stretching out his arms. His hands fumbled around the unfamiliar space to find his glasses. He put them on to see Rhett wheeling a cart in between the beds. “Good morning. I took the liberty of ordering breakfast in bed for us. I hope you don’t mind.” “No that sounds good.” “There’s fresh scones with clotted cream and a variety of jams, some fresh fruit ham and cheese quiche and of of course coffee. I got some fresh squeezed OJ for you to since you don’t usually drink coffee.” “Wow Rhett that’s quite the spread. Are you sure we can afford that?” Link asked this hotel was very high end this must have cost a fortune. “Don’t sweat it mon aime consider this an early Christmas present.” Damn Link thinks were they supposed to get each other gifts? Link just thought with the trip they would just forget about it. He’d have to find a way to buy something today without Rhett noticing. “You wanna hear what we’re doing today,” Rhett asked. As he handed a plate to Link and took one himself and began to give himself generous portions of everything on the tray. “Yeah sure.” “ First up is making and decorating gingerbread houses. Then we have to walk through the Christmas market. “What’s a Christmas market?” “So every year these Christmas markets pop up around the city. They have all kinds of vendors selling all kinds of decorations gifts baked goods and street food everything you can think of man they got it.” “Sounds interesting.” What a stroke of good luck. Surely he would be able to find an opportunity to buy something for Rhett there. “Yeah and this one is right close to the Eiffel Tower they have an outdoor skating rink there too.” “I’ve never been skating before,” Link said. “Me neither being a California boy and all. I thought it would be fun.”

It had been a fun day, a perfect day really until it wasn’t. Rhett had lead them to this cooking school not to far from the hotel. Even though neither of them had much experience in the kitchen they worked pretty well together. Even when the bickered over the decoration of their house it was all good natured and if Link got startled every time Rhett invaded his space so what? The afternoon they spent wandering through the crowded Christmas market taking in all the sights and sounds. Who’s too say if the walked a little closer than necessary hands and shoulders brushing against each other sending little shocks of electricity through Link’s body. They had some mouthwatering meat pies,tourtiere, at a street vendor eating them as they walked. As the sun set them came to the outdoor skating rink and saw the Eiffel Tower all lit up in the distance behind it. Skating was decidedly an absolute disaster. Link couldn’t keep his balance at all. He ending up grabbing for Rhett, who was somewhat steadier, and just ended up dragging them both down. And if Link reveled in the feel of their bodies tangling together what was so wrong about that? Also it was cold neither of them was dressed for that. Link teased Rhett for not bringing his fur coat. They laughed. It was like an inside joke with them now. It even began to snow big fat flakes drifting down from the sky. Once both of them had enough of fumbling around on the ice Link left Rhett sitting on a bench. He was supposed to be getting hot chocolate for them. What he was really doing was trying to find a gift for Rhett. He ended up buying him a scarf earmuffs and mittens to go with his coat and some fancy coffee with 24 carat gold flakes in it. Rhett would love that. Things started to go downhill at the hot chocolate stand. The woman serving him spoke to him in english which was far better than Link’s pitiful attempts at french. “You and your husband … you are having good time in Paris yes? It is the city of amour they say.” “Oh he’s not… we’re not married. We’re just friends,” Link answered shaking his head emphatically to try and get his point across. “Sorry my mistake. Here’s your chocolate.” Link thanked her and left. A funny feeling coming over him. Why did someone calling Rhett his husband have this effect on him? He was silent as he sat down next to Rhett and handed him his hot chocolate. When he finished he just sat there holding his empty cup not wanting to look at Rhett. Feeling overwhelmed but not sure why. “Something wrong Link?” Rhett asked. “Why are we here Rhett?” “Are you tired? We can go back now if you want.” “No like why are we here in Paris?” “I’m not sure what this is about,” Rhett said clearly confused. “Are you in love with me Rhett?” “What? Why would you say that?” “Oh I don’t know we’re here in one of the most romantic cities in the world. At Christmas. Or maybe it cause you didn’t correct Emile yesterday when she thought we were husbands.” “I didn’t think you would remember that.” “Well I do,” “Look I just didn’t think it was that important. It’s not like we were ever gonna see her again.” “Forget I asked let’s just go back to the hotel.” Link doesn’t know why he even asked those things. He hadn’t even known he was thinking them. Rhettt tip toed around him for the rest of the evening. Link pretended to be tired just so he could have some space to process everything. Rhett stayed up for awhile quietly watching TV. Eventually he switched if off and went to bed. “Link? Link you awake?” Link didn’t feel like talking so he stayed silent. “I know I avoided answering the question before. But I do Link. Love you that is. That’s why we’re here. I was going to tell you tomorrow but maybe I won’t now.” So that’s why Link was here at 3a.m on Christmas morning wandering the streets of Paris alone. Because he’d freaked out after Rhett’s confession and slipped away when Rhett fell asleep. What the crap was he supposed to think about that. He’d never dated anyone besides Vanessa. If going on two dates and getting dumped for a robot even counted as dating. And even that had been Rhett’s idea. He was always the one pushing Link to try things he never would have on his own. He wasn’t even sure he was capable of falling in love. It seemed like such an intangible concept to Link. How would you even know? Emotions were just so confusing. A sudden wave of weariness washed over Link. If he had to walk one more step he’d collapse for sure. He glanced around the deserted street there was nowhere to sit except the ground. So he slumped against the cold brick wall putting his head between his knees. He was shivering now uncontrollably but not from the cold. Then a heavy weight was draped over his shoulders. He looked up to find Rhett crouched beside him. “I guess you weren’t asleep,” Rhett said. A slight smile on his lips. The weight on his shoulders was that stupid fur coat. “Wait… what?… how did you even find me?” Link stuttered. Rhett waved his phone around. “Got your location on my phone remember?” Damn it Link had forgotten all about that. “Look I didn’t come here to push myself on you or anything. I just got worried when I woke up and you were gone. Looks like I was right to worry cause here you are crying alone and cold on the ground.” He was crying? Link’s hand wiped at his eyes confirming he was indeed crying. “I’m just…so…I’m so confused Rhett. How long?” Link was finding it difficult to speak. His voice was hoarse and his throat felt like it was closing up. Rhett sat down next to him though Link noted not close enough to be touching. “I’m not sure Link. I think I knew from the moment we met that you would be special to me. When it became something more than friendship I can’t say exactly. You sorta sneaked up on me.” There was that timid smile again. Rhett was afraid Link realized. Being vulnerable wasn’t easy for him either. “So what happens now?” he asked. “That’s up to you Link. We can pretend this never happened or we can explore this…us if you want to.” He gestured to himself and Link. “Or you can leave. I’ll understand if this is all too much for you,” He said. He tried to keep his voice even but Link heard the break in it when he said that last option. “I don’t think I can go back to how we were before Rhett. Not with you so close. I’ll always be thinking of the way you smell or the feel of your hand on my back. And how could I forget your body underneath mine solid and yet soft at the same time?” Rhett just stared at him wide eyed mouth open. Link laughed. “You’ve been giving me that look ever since we got here.” “Well you keep surprising me.” “Here’s another one then.” Link leaned over and kissed Rhett. It was a short closed mouth kiss over before it really began. Rhett was blushing when it was over though. “Really Link your sure?” Link kissed him again in reply. Rhett was ready this time putting his hand to Link’s face gently keeping him there. Only to break the kiss seconds later. “Merry Christmas Link.” “Merry Christmas Rhett.”

#mythical secret santa 2019 #type: fic #rating: T #gift swap #rhink #submission