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[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Eight - She Breaks Her Own Rules

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

okay so im skipping ahead in the timeline but, by this point, they've done a lot and slept together a lot. If you guys want to, you can send in asks (like we've done with nnta) about it

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The Spanish Grand Prix. It was their first grand prix since they started fucking and it felt like they'd done nothing but that. They'd spent almost every night together since that first time they slept together on the couch.

At first, Lando did what he had done that first time. He left her as soon as they had both finished, or he rolled away and let her leave.

But there was one time, one time where Y/N just laid there, too fucked out to move. Lando still got up. But this time he walked to the bathroom and started running the water.

As it ran, he made his way back to his bedroom, where Y/N was still laying. "Hey," he said, crouching down beside her and brushing the hair away from her forehead. "I've got the bath running for you."

Lando stood up straight. He brought her into his arms, picking her up and walking her into the bathroom. Gently, he placed her down in the water. He grabbed the loofa and the soap and began scrubbing at her skin. "Feeling better?" He asked, gently cleaning between her legs.

She hissed and Lando pulled away, cleaning the sweat from her thighs instead. "Thank you, Lan," she said softly, eyes closed as she leaned back against the tub.

He smiled, smoothed down her hair, and left the room.

Y/N closed her eyes. She just laid there, enjoying the feeling of the water against her skin. But then the door opened again and Lando returned, holding a clean pair of her pyjama shorts and one of his hoodies.

After climbing out of the tub and drying off her body. Y/N pulled on the shorts and Lando's hoodie. She followed him out of the bathroom and made her way back to her own bedroom, falling asleep alone.

But now they were at the Spanish Grand Prix. It was incredibly warm, but Y/N was still wearing a hoodie. She had thought nothing of it, of the hoodie she was wearing as she walked through the paddock on the Friday, orange hat on her head.

She thought nothing of it as she walked into the garage to prepare for free practice. She went into her drivers room and got changed into her fire proofs and racing overalls. Before she left her drivers room, she checked her phone and took a sip of her energy drink.

If this was a movie, the scenes would have cut between Y/N racing around the track and her phone notifications blowing up. It seemed like the only things the fans cared about wasn't the free practice, at this particular moment, but it was Y/N's attire as she arrived at the track. Or, who's clothes she was wearing.

It was no secret in the Formula One community that Lando liked to wear his hoodies. His fans knew all of his hoodies, knew how easily recognisable they were. So, when Y/N L/N, his teammate, came walking into the paddock wearing his hoodie, nobody could believe it.

F1 social media was blowing up, and she was none the wiser.

She and Lando didn't have much interaction that day. He didn't seem to notice what she was wearing, having gotten used to it, gotten used to seeing her in his clothes.

On the Saturday, things were a lot hotter. Y/N wore her McLaren top as she walked around the paddock, saying hello to her friends and doing a little bit of media with her teammate.

Interviewers loved to ask them how their living situation was going. Y/N and Lando loved to watch the excitement drain from their faces when they said that things were going well and that they enjoyed living together. Clearly, interviewers wanted gossip, tea, to hear how much they hated living together. But that wasn't what they had to say.

Qualifying was insanely good for Y/N. It was the best qualifying of her F1 career, starting second on the grid. Max qualified just ahead of her, but there was no way she was going to be able to overtake him. Second place would be good, if she could hold onto it, but she was hungry for the win.

If she had qualified ahead of Max Verstappen, she would have wanted to celebrate, to pull Lando into her bedroom for a sleepless night. But she hadn't qualified on pole and she needed to be able to concentrate, needed sleep before the race tomorrow.

On Sunday she was anxious. Of course she was, it was race day. She woke up, so much earlier than she needed to, and got dressed.

When it was time, she and Lando headed to the track together. It wasn't suspicious, they told themselves, they were roommates and friends and it was perfectly normal for them to go places together.

(When fans noticed this, they couldn't believe it. They had to be dating. First the hoodie and now this? Dating was the only explanation, they thought).

Before the race began, the drivers stood on track as the race day opening ceremonies happened. She was between her teammate and Ferrari's own Charles Leclerc as the national anthem was played.

Since they got to the track, Y/N and Lando hadn't had a moment alone. They hadn't had a moment to wish each other good luck. Were they even supposed to do that now? Just because they were having sex, did that mean they should say good luck to each other?

They didn't get much time to worry about it. Before they knew it, they were on the starting grid, waiting for the lights to go green.

***

Y/N was on the podium. She wasn't just on the podium, she had won. She stood proud as her countries national anthem played behind her. Her first win in F1 and she got to share the podium with her friend Max and the living legend that was Lewis Hamilton.

She sprayed champagne over them as they ran around the podium, the crowd staring up at them. The feeling of her first win was incredible, addictive, and she wanted to celebrate.

Max invited her on a night out, to go clubbing and celebrate his win. But Y/N turned him down, she had other plans.

Getting back to her drivers room, she did things quickly, got changed out of her fire proofs quickly. She then snuck her way out of her own drivers room and made her way over to Lando's driver room. She knocked gently and pushed the door open.

"Congratulations," said Lando as she walked in and shut the door behind her, he was incredibly proud of her.

Y/N was silent as she walked over to him, her hips swaying from side to side. Lando was still as he watched her walk over to him. As she threw her arms around his neck, Lando's hands settled on her waist. Still saying nothing, she pressed her lips to his.

The rules they had set out played in the back of his mind as Y/N pushed him back towards the white couch in his drivers room. She sat on his lap, immediately grinding against him.

Lando continued to kiss her as he pulled off his shirt. He pulled his own over his head and dropped it onto the couch beside them. Y/N continued to kiss him as she opened his jeans and pushed them down his legs, doing the same to her own.

Lando unclasped her bra as she freed him from the confines of his boxers. She pushed her panties down and sat back on his lap, his cock stiff and proud between them.

Y/N grabbed him and pumped her hand up and down. She kept her fingers wrapped around him as she placed herself above him, and sank down, throwing her head back as she filled him.

Fuck, she'd never get used to this. She never wanted to.

Lando held onto her ass as she bounced on his lap, riding him. He continued to kiss her, unwilling to pull his lips away as he began thrusting up into her, helping her to move. His hands gripped her skin, leaving bruises.

The way he held her, the feeling of his skin against hers, was addictive, almost as addictive as winning. "Lan," she whispered against his bruised lips.

"I've got you, baby," he whispered, continuing to fuck up into her.

Her eyes closed as she let out a weak cry.

Her orgasm was close, but still just out of reach. But then the door to Lando's driver room flew open and Max walked in. "Hey ma-"

Every in the room froze, just staring at each other. Lando tightened his grip on her before his brain kicked into gear and he grabbed his shirt from the couch and pulled it over her body.

He pulled out of her and pulled his boxers up, pushing Y/N behind him to shield her from Max's view. "It's not what it looks like," the McLaren drivers said at the same time.

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The truth always comes out - (Alessia Russo x reader)

Gif by @alunarrose

Pouring rain hits the windows of Alessia Russo and her girlfriend's apartment. You are waiting for Alessia to come home after her night out with the Arsenal girls. Sadly, you couldn't join them due to feeling under the weather. Lessi didn't want to go without you or at least not when you are unwell but you reassured her that it was okay. After all she needed to get to know her new teammates better to form a greater bond with the girls which would create an undeniable chemistry on the pitch. That didn't stop you from missing her dearly. Even mere minutes apart caused both of you to seek the comfort of the other. 

*Ding* Your phone brought you out of your endless day dreaming about your favourite striker. Looking at your home screen you see a new notification from your girl. "Babyyy how are you feeling? Did you drink enough fluids? Ugh this get together would be more bearable with you by my side. Wish you were here <3 xxx" The message warms your heart, why is your girlfriend so incredibly adorable. "I'm better Lessibear, drank the tea you made me, thank you for taking care of me <333. Miss you too gorgeous, you'll manage without me. Try to enjoy an evening with just your gal pals xx"

A thud against the window makes you look up. Just the wind blowing a branch against it. Looking out the window you see a figure running towards your apartment entrance. They are soaking wet. It’s noticeable that the person isn’t wearing waterproof clothes to prevent such events. As the person comes closer you recognize her as your best friend. Zoe knocks continuously until you make your way to open the door. She’s out of breath, apparently, she had been running a long distance. Due to her athletic nature, it is only on rare occasions that she starts to sweat even slightly from physical activities. To say you are baffled at her arrival would be an understatement. 

"Zoe wha- you know what why am I even asking. Get inside come on, don’t want you to catch something" Zoe still out of breath grins at your words. " Why thank you. Uhm I have to tell you something of urgent matter. Its ab-", you interrupt her. "As urgent as it is, please go change into something dry. You can tell me afterwards.". "But Y/n cooome on I have to tell you now" pulling out her puppy eye trick she tries to convince you. You don't falter as you've deal with these eyes for a quite a while. "Zoe, no. You can get some fresh clothes and I'll wait downstairs for you with a cup of your favourite tea. Go change. So chop chop." She sights. No way could she persuade you now. So, she gives in and changes into the clothes you had let her choose. Even though Zoe has some of her clothes at your place, as you had frequent sleepovers, she picks out one of your favourite t-shirts. Loving the faint smell of you on it. 

You never noticed her heart eyes when she looked at you. Alessia of course wasn't blind to Zoe's endearment towards you but after you assured her that there would never in a million years happen something between Zoe and you, your Lover let it slide. Even if you still thought Zoe was just overly friendly. Alessia didn’t want to cause unnecessary arguments.

After Zoe dry’s her hair a bit with a towel she ran downstairs. Not registering that you were talking on the phone to someone very dear to your heart. "Y/n/n, now I have to tell you. It’s a paramount issue." She mumbles an apology right after noticing she disturbed you, deciding to slurp on the tea you made her instead. "Sure, Leah can come over later for a drink but drive safely." only now seeing Zoe being back "Gorgeous I have to go now, we'll talk when you get home. - I love you too. Mwaa" Y/n hung up and turns to face Zoe. "Sorry I just had to talk to Lessi", you say with a slight blush "what is the oh so urgent matter". A frown makes its way onto Zoe's face after she hears the striker's name. Why does everything have to revolve around her. There it was again, jealousy. Jealousy over your relationship. Feigning sadness Zoe begins to speak "Actually its Alessia I wanted to talk about. Uhm, you know I work at the place the girls went out today?". "Oh they went to your bar, yeah totally forgot.", you let out a nervous laughter "What happened?". "Y/n I don't want to hurt your feeling but I simply have to tell you. You have to know that I will be here for you if you need me, alright?" Zoe starts to search for something on her phone. You immediately begin to overthink. What if the striker got injured and didn't tell you to not stress you out. Which could honestly happen as Alessia hates worrying you. "Did something happen to Lessi? Zoe tell me. This is freaking me out."

"Something did occur but it wasn't to Lessi but rather with her.", responds Zoe. You hate that she was beating around the bush, "Get to the point Zoe or I swea- ". "Alright, alright sorry. I- I saw Alessia. Looking rather cozy with another girl.”, utters Zoe nervously. Seeing the confusion written all over your face, she decides to continue. “Before you ask, it wasn’t one of the Arsenal girls. I’ve seen this woman a few times at the bar before but never with any of the Arsenal girls.” “What are you trying to say Zoe, this makes zero sense.”, you are still utterly baffled. “I’m sorry Y/n/n. It looked as if Alessia and this woman were flirting. Furthermore, they were standing very close like they were kissing. I know you don’t believe me right now but I realised you would only believe me if I had proof. That’s why I took photos.”, reaching for her phone, which she had placed on the sofa next to her. “Show me the pictures Zoe.” She simply shows you the taken pictures. You are in pure disbelieve. The pictures show exactly what Zoe was describing a minute ago. “No Zoe, this cant be true. It just can’t. Zoe please tell me this is a prank. Zoe please.” You are on the brim of tears. “I’m really sorry. I know it wasn’t my place to say something but I couldn’t hold this information to myself, you deserve to know.” Zoe puts away her phone.

With sadness coursing through your veins, you let the tears fall. You leap into your best friend’s arms. She didn’t want to cause you heartbreak but in her eyes it had to be done for it to work out. By stroking your back and mumbling encouraging words, she tries to make you feel at least slightly better. “Shh everything will be alright. She didn’t deserve you anyway. You were always too good for her bug.” “This cant be true Zoe, it has to be fake.” Plastering a compassionate smile onto her face Zoe speaks, “As much as I regret seeing you this way you have to open your eyes and recognize that I want what’s best for you, which clearly isn’t a cheating girlfriend, sweetie.”

These words crush your last glimmer of hope. Tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall. Zoe tries to wipe them away with the jumper she borrowed from you. New ones replace them as soon as the last ones were gone. Only sobs can be heard in your apartment. Your heart broken. It had shattered into million pieces. Nothing can stop your emotions from overtaking your mind. You can’t think clearly, too consumed by the thought of Alessia’s betrayal. *Poof* Seemingly gone the future you imagined with Lessi and all made promised blown away by the wind. It feels as if you’d been hit by a car over and over again. A sucker punch to your heart. Falling apart in your best friend’s arms who wants to catch you so desperately.

Even after this information you couldn’t bring yourself hate your soon to be ex-girlfriend. You just couldn’t even if you want to. You don’t want to blame or to punch her. Of course, you still love her, it was just minutes ago you accommodated this knowledge. You never pictured yourself in this situation. *After all, doesn’t Alessia love you? She showers you in it every second of the day. Were you simply not enough for her anymore? Was your love not enough? Was this all a game to her? Did she fall out of love with you without communicating it? If yes, how could she string you along. * Your brain was running wild with ideas. Some sounded more ridiculous that the other. With every added thought, the sobs got more violent.

Suddenly, the ring of the doorbell is heard. Well at least Zoe hears it because you were in your bubble of sadness, shutting out any noise or movement around you. Zoe doesn’t want to open but after continues ringing she no longer could bear the sound of it. Leah and Lessi waiting impatiently as they probably stood outside for a few minutes. They exchange worrying glances. Y/n knew they were coming, they also knew that you’d normally sprint to the door to engulf your beloved into a massive koala hug. The door cracks slightly open to reveal who is standing on the other side. Zoe quickly tries to shut the door but before she has the chance to Alessia pushes it wide ajar as the sobs of you ring into the hallway.

Your Lover runs to your side “Baby what’s wrong, why are you crying? Who do I need to beat up?”, trying to take you into her arms. Realising it was Less you push her away. She is flabbergasted to say the least. “Don’t call me that, don’t you dare call me that. How could you do this,” you say barely over a whisper, voice laced with emotions “it’s over!” Zoe has a faint smirk instantly switching to her concerned friend face. Leah still sees it and immediately connects the dots but there is no chance Less could talk to you in this state.

Alessia’s face falls. She doesn’t understand the world. Her eyes begin to water. “Tesoro,” trying to step closer to you but you instantly take one back “why, what did I do?” Desperation laces her voice. “You cheated Alessia, you cheated. Zoe showed me some pictures. You guys were so close.” At the thought of the pictures you start to sob again. Being slightly tipsy, Alessia can’t figure out what pictures you are talking about. “Y/n/n, pictures?” “Don’t play stupid Alessia. I saw them. You don’t have to pretend to love me anymore.”

Leah touches the striker’s arm to catch her attention. She whispers into her ear “She isn’t thinking clearly, she won’t listen to you either. Let her calm down and then try to explain what happened at the bar because I’m pretty sure I know what she is referring to.” Lessi shot her a confused frown, not understanding anything. “I’ll explain in the car Less but we need to give her time to collect herself. We can come back tomorrow. You are too tipsy anyway.” “Am not” If looks could kill, Leah would be buried 10 feet under already. Leah just raises her eyebrow, signalling reallyyyy. “Tesoro, I will come back tomorrow morning, so we can talk with clear minds, okay. Please hear me out, this has to be a giant misunderstanding.” Alessia walks to the door with her head hanging low. Leah squeezes your arm and follows her teammate. You can’t even respond properly due to your frequent hiccups. Zoe rushes to close the door after them.

“Y/n/n she doesn’t deserve you. She will make up some excuse for the photos. Whatever she says don’t listen.” Zoe’s plan can’t fail now or she would forever lose you. She had to have you wrapped around her finger for this to work. To believe her over Alessia, which would be hard but she promised herself to try.

Your so-called friend holds you in her arms for a while until you succumb to exhaustion from bawling your eyes out. She pulls you as close as possible. Moreover, trying to remember every detail of your face, to capture this moment in her brain for eternity, watching your breathing become more even, her gaze softens. Since you fell asleep she repositions you to lay on top of her on the sofa, so you both are comfortable and don’t wake up with sore limbs. Soon she closes her own eyes and is out like a light.

~Next morning~

Zoe wakes up first, you soon follow. It was 9 am. Upon realising that there is nothing in the pantry, Zoe decides to go to the store to buy some groceries. To make you breakfast, treating you like her princess. What she doesn’t know is that Leah and Alessia are outside, waiting in Leah’s car, obviously both with a disguise, for Zoe to leave your apartment. After she is out of sight, they take this as their opportunity to explain everything. Running to the front door Alessia unlocks it, searching every room for you. She succeeds upon entering the bathroom. While washing your face you don’t notice it was the striker. “Zoe how come you are back so quickly did you forget your money yet again?” you ask chuckling. “No, it’s me. I wan-“, Lessi tries to speak but you soon interrupt her. “What are you doing here???” But Alessia isn’t prepared for your tired sounding voice. She expects you to be livid, after Leah explained what she thought happened. “Please just hear me out, I promise it isn’t what it looked like.” With a sight you agree to listen, throwing away a long-term relationship without at least a talk seems imprudent. Lessi was or is your girlfriend after all, you aren’t so sure yourself, not giving her a chance to plead her case would be atrocious.

Leah is chilling in the kitchen, not touching anything because she knows she’d cause a disaster there, so she is sipping on a glass of water while waiting for you both to make up. Lessi wants to take your hand in hers which you notice and hesitantly she intertwines your hands, you let her. Sitting on the sofa Alessia begins “These photos are fake. I can prove it Tesoro. Let me show you something, okay?” Mumbling a response, you look at her phone. “Now can you tell me who this girl is next to me?” asks Lessi. You are at loss for words. “I- I- Ohhhh my god. Its Clara. I didn’t recognize her Lessi, I’m so sorry.” “See baby, I would never ever cheat on you. Certainly not with my cousin.” You both chuckle at her words. “I’m really sorry Lessi, I couldn’t see her face on Zoe’s photos. Also, in these you aren’t as close as in the ones Zoe took. Weird.” “It’s because she photoshopped them Tesoro. Leah saw her smirking after you said we are done.” Alessia feels bad because Zoe had been your friend for a long time, losing a “friend” isn’t easy. “Soooo, we are good right?” asks Alessia. “Of course, we are, I’m sorry for not hearing you out yesterday. It was all just too much. But we are okay.” “All good baby, I know seeing such photos can mess with someone’s head. You heard me out, that’s the important part.” A few minutes went by just the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms.

In the meantime, Leah had found some cereal to eat to distract herself. She hasn’t left guys yet because Zoe was still to return and she wanted to give her a piece of her mind.

You kiss Alessia softly, showing her with it how much you love her. She responds to it immediately, kissing you back. More soft kisses are shared between you two. They start to get more passionate, soon you straddle Alessia, forgetting Leah is in the other room. Alessia’s hands are firmly placed on your bum, giving it a squeeze. A moan leaves your lips. Her left-hand slips under your shirt, Goosebumps arise due to her cold fingers on your skin. She trails kisses down your jaw to your neck, biting slightly into the latter.

But before you can continue you hear a gasp. It’s Zoe. What a cockblock. Zoe doesn’t even have a chance to utter a word as you start to talk, “Zoe I’m disappointed and mad at you. I don’t know what Alessia or I did to you that you wanted to destroy or relationship so badly. But it didn’t work, she told me everything. Faking pictures just to point a bad light at my girlfriend. No real friend would ever do such thing. I don’t want to see you ever again Zoe. You aren’t my friend anymore. This is goodbye, so don’t contact me again.” “But I love you Y/n, I’ve loved you for some time now. I did this for us, to be able to be finally together as we are meant to be.”, stammers Zoe. “No. There was no us, there is no us and there will never be an us. Lessi is the love of my life so you can piss off.” Shooing her out the front door and closing it right in her distraught face.

Leah chimes in “Wow what a day and it just started. Honestly, I wanted to have a go at her but you rocked that Y/n/n, bravo. Welp who wants to go out for some donuts, its our cheat day after all?” You and Lessi simultaneously answer with a, “Meee”. Smiling at each other you share one final kiss before stepping out of your shared apartment to get those well deserved donuts.

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[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox (4)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing and fluff, just weird teenagers ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school.Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don’t ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adultin the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I’m writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that’s all you expect, this isn’t the fic for you.

I don’t want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She and Helaena lay side by side, watching the second and first parts of Shrek, laughing out loud, speaking their favourite dialogues from memory, however, her thoughts kept running back to what happened a few hours earlier. She clenched her eyelids at the mere mention.

They kissed.

She had no idea if that was good or bad.

Did he now think of her as easy to get?

Did he despise her now?

She had a lot of doubts swirling around in her head and for some reason she felt like crying again, even though the experience itself turned out to be incredibly pleasant for her.

It was her first kiss ever.

During the night she couldn't sleep, twisting from side to side, restless, listening to hear if perhaps he was up or walking down the corridor.

There was complete silence.

She shuddered when, a few hours later, her phone's display lit up and vibrated loudly, waking her up and blinding her; for a moment she struggled to open her eyelids and adjust to the light.

After a while she succeeded and unlocked the keypad. She saw with a pounding heart that she had received a message from him.

She swallowed loudly, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the cold sweat on the back of her neck.

Fuck.

She wrote him back quickly, deciding that just 'no' would sound too dry and might let him think she was angry with him.

He didn't write back for a long time and she was afraid of what he would reply, that he would write back to tell her that it all made no sense, that it was a big mistake and that he regrets that they did it.

She felt like she was about to cry and vomit from stress and fear at the same time, all she could hear and feel was the hard pounding of her heart.

She jumped down on the bed next to Helaena when a notification suddenly displayed on her phone that she had received a new message from him.

She drew in a loud breath, tightening her lips and swallowed hard.

She rose silently, slipping the duvet off her, walking slowly barefoot towards the door. She furrowed her brow as she grabbed the handle and pressed it, the door began to open with an unpleasant creak of wood.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Helaena, horrified, but she merely turned in bed, sleeping on.

She left without closing the door, afraid that another sound like that would surely wake her, and ran on tiptoe through the corridor towards his room. She knocked quietly feeling that her whole body was quivering in terror.

She thought he preferred to tell her what he thought of her to her face.

He opened it for her and looked around the corridor to make sure no one had seen anything, letting her in and closing the door behind him.

The only light in his room was his lamp standing on his desk, surrounding the whole space with a pleasant, warm glow.

She stood in place playing with her hands, staring at the floor, afraid to look at him.

"Did you want this? You know…what we did." He muttered wearily, his fingers rubbing against each other in a nervous gesture.

She looked at him surprised, his face stony, she had no idea what he was thinking. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer, looking at him with her lips slightly parted.

"Yes." She admitted with shame, feeling herself tremble all over.

Silence.

A long one.

She felt like she was about to die.

"Me too. What now?" He asked, as if he wanted her to tell him the result of a maths equation.

She looked at him in disbelief, not believing he had said that. They both seemed extremely surprised by this discovery, by what had happened.

She licked her lower lip, which was almost burning with nervousness, having no idea what to answer.

"I... I don't know. It's probably too soon to… you know." She muttered, and he stared at her in silence, she felt that she couldn't very well convey what she was feeling, what she was realising.

Good God, she was attracted to him.

She really was, but it was too early to talk about a relationship, they barely knew each other.

What was she supposed to tell him?

"I…I just wish I could spend some time with you occasionally. Or just text you. If you feel like it too, of course." She said quickly, lowering her gaze again, feeling like she was in kindergarten when she couldn't express herself properly.

"I like the way things have developed between us over the last few weeks. I don't want to ruin it with unnecessary haste. But I don't regret what we've done." She said finally, lifting her uncertain gaze to him.

She saw him nod and swallow loudly, letting the air out of his lungs, as if he felt relieved, as if he didn't know himself what to make of it all, what to think of it, how to behave towards her now.

"Mmm."

They stood like that in silence, looking away again, not knowing if they should add anything more, she could feel the tension growing between them again, his hands clenched into fists.

"Do you want me to go back to Helaena now?" She asked uncertainly, scratching her shoulder, feeling with embarrassment how much her hands were trembling.

He looked at her and hesitated for a moment.

"…Yeah." He muttered, lowering his gaze, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

She nodded, feeling an ache in her heart for some reason, knowing, however, that it was the right thing to do. She walked past him and glanced at him standing next to the door.

"Good night." She said softly, looking over her shoulder, his lips tightened.

Silence.

He looked like he wanted to say something else and she didn't know if she should leave or not.

They stood like that for a moment, she heard him swallow loudly, he wasn't looking at her.

"Do you wanna kiss again? Before… you know. Going back to normal." He grunted out in a low trembling voice with difficulty and embarrassment, as if he didn't believe those words had left his mouth.

She stared at him with her eyes wide open, feeling her heart pounding fast, heat spilling over her lower abdomen.

Oh God.

She didn't know whether she was more terrified by his request or by the way her heart squeezed with joy, a wave of heat flowing through her body.

"Y-yeah. Okay."

She muttered embarrassed at how desperate she was, how hot she was at the thought that he wanted to touch her again, that he liked it too.

She swallowed loudly as he drew his hand towards her, looking down at her with his lips slightly parted, his gaze dark and hazy. She gently grasped his fingers and approached him feeling her heart pounding hard, feeling butterflies in her stomach and a pleasant tickle between her thighs.

For a moment they just stood looking at each other, his trembling hand gently slid her hair off her shoulder behind her back. She felt a pleasant shiver at that touch, close, intimate, filled with some kind of affection.

She felt his thumb on her cheek as it dug in and ran over her soft skin, his healthy eye looking at her as if half asleep, dreamy, his warm breath enveloping her face.

He leaned over her and their foreheads touched, she parted her lips slightly in a hastened breath feeling as if they were burning with the desire for him to touch her already, to relieve her.

It seemed to her as if he had read her thoughts, his lips clung to hers in a soft, warm, calm, loud kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed, reciprocating his gesture by placing her hands on the sides of his neck, her fingers trailing along his jaw.

He groaned and kissed her deeper, suddenly clamping his hand in her hair and pulling her tighter, surprising her completely, making her sigh loudly into his mouth, throwing her hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

The tips of their noses rubbed as their lips danced and brushed against each other, sinking into each other's soft texture, spreading each other's moisture and saliva, both of them panting quietly, his pleasant, warm breath, his closeness calming her.

She knew she should pull away, that this was supposed to be just one kiss, but instead their lips found each other again and again, their hands stroking each other's hair and cheeks.

He pulled away from her for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers, not letting her go from his embrace.

"− maybe − maybe stay with me, just for a little while longer − if you want −" He whispered in a low, trembling voice, as if he was afraid of what he was saying and of her reaction, that she would laugh at him, that she would spurn him.

Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend?

She pressed her lips together at the thought that he might have thought he was repulsive for her.

She nodded her head.

"− do you want to lie down? − I - I won't do anything to you −" He muttered, adding a second sentence quickly, afraid she might misunderstand him and get scared. She felt her throat dry up and couldn't get anything out, so she nodded again.

He took her hand gently and set himself down on his bedding, laying on his side, facing her, his head on his pillow. She lay down right next to him, looking up at his face.

He put his hand on hers, stroking it with his thumb, and just looked at her, sighing heavily, as if what was happening now required a lot of effort on his part. She smiled at the thought, and he blinked.

"What?" He muttered, wrinkling his brow, embarrassed, his hand stopped in mid-motion.

"I like you." She said softly, sincerely, warmly, feeling wonderful and safe, never had anyone been close to her like this before, no one's touch gave her such pleasure.

She heard him swallow hard and lower his gaze, embarrassed, his thumb began stroking her hand again.

"I like you too." He whispered softly and looked straight into her eyes, there was something intimate, private about it.

She lifted her hand slowly and touched his cheek, running her fingers over his face as if she were treading water with them, she heard him sigh quietly and closed his eyes, drawing in air loudly.

She moaned as he leaned closer, their lips naturally clinging to each other in a hot, wet kiss, he pulled her to him, she could feel the warmth of his body, the trembling of his hands, his restless, laboured breathing.

She blinked when she felt something in his trousers pulsate hard, hitting her stomach. He drew in a loud breath and pulled away immediately, looking at her shocked.

"− I − I'm sorry − I didn't mean to −" He mumbled out embarrassed, and she looked at him surprised, not knowing what he was actually apologising to her for.

"What was that?" She asked amused, raising her eyebrows and he looked at her with parted lips, she had never seen anyone so embarrassed and horrified before in her life.

He licked his lower lip in a nervous gesture, she had a feeling he was never going to get out what he wanted to say, complete chaos in his mind.

"− I − I think I just like you a bit − too much now − you know what I mean − right? −" He asked uncertainly as if to see if she knew what he was talking about, not believing that she could have been that unaware.

She blinked and pressed her lips together, opening her eyes wide when she realised what he meant, felt her cheeks turn all red and swallowed with difficulty.

"− I − if you're uncomfortable, then go − I'm sorry, I didn't mean to − fuck, God, why −" He growled, pressing his face against his pillow, unable to look her in the eye, clearly embarrassed that he was unable to restrain his physical instincts.

She looked at him in disbelief.

He desired her.

"− no − I mean − nothing happened − I felt good about kissing − I know you won't hurt me − it's okay, really −" She mumbled out sincerely believing her words.

He pressed his lips together, looking at her as if in pain, and sighed heavily, lowering his head back down, pressing it to her forehead, stroking her cheek and hair.

They lay like that without saying a word, just looking at each other, breathing quietly, she felt her eyelids growing heavier as she drifted off into sleep, her fingers trailing over the exposed wrist of his other hand.

"Sleep. I'll carry you to Helaena later." He whispered softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and she hummed quietly under her breath and closed her eyes, concentrating only on the pleasant touch of his warm hand, his thumb stroking her skin.

She felt safe.

She shuddered, not knowing where she was or what was happening when she felt someone lift her, darkness all around her.

She squealed quietly and he hushed her, stroking her back, grabbing her under her hips, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.

"− shush, Foxy −" He whispered, opening his door quietly, walking slowly towards Helaena's bedroom. He stepped inside trying not to make any noise and placed her gently on the bed beside her, looking at her for a moment longer.

He just ran his thumb over her cheek before lifting himself back up and leaving, closing the door quietly behind him.

She fell asleep feeling a pleasant heat in her heart.

She was falling in love.

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Ceramic Lessons - Part Five

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

GIF by nofckingfighting

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: Fluff

A/N: a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life.

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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"Hi beautiful. How do you feel about pizza?" Cillian's text notification popped up on your screen. You wiped your ceramic-glazed hands on the cloth draped over your shoulders and picked up your phone to respond.

"Hey! Pizza night sounds great! I'll bring some red wine," you replied, a smile gracing your face.

"Good, I can't wait to see you," he responded.

"Me too. I'll arrive around eightish," you texted before returning to finish glazing your ceramics.

"I'll be waiting." Cillian then sent you his address.

You continued your day, completing the production of your pieces. You focused mainly on the tabletop oil pourers for the same hotel as your previous week's pieces. They had ordered so many pieces that you would probably be working on their order for several weeks.

After glazing and setting the pieces aside to dry, you went home to get ready. With each passing day, you felt more comfortable with how your relationship with Cillian was progressing. After your last date with him, you couldn't help but fantasize about a future together. Being with him made you feel good, made you feel at ease. Things were so light with him. He was affectionate and kind, unlike previous relationships where you received only breadcrumbs of affection.

The way his thumb caressed your cheeks when he kissed you tenderly, the intensity in his incredibly blue eyes as they looked at you with desire, his habit of always opening the car door for you, and how he planned your dates considering what you would enjoy - all of this fueled the growing crush in your heart.

After a shower and following your usual skincare routine, you decided to put in some effort for your date at his house. You chose a chic yet relaxed look. You slipped into loose, wide-leg trousers made of silky fabric that flowed gracefully with every step, offering style and comfort. Paired with them was a slightly cropped blouse in a deep, royal blue that flattered your breasts perfectly. You completed the look with a pair of heeled mules that added a touch of elegance and elongated your legs. You packed two nice bottles of wine you had stashed away and decided to order an Uber, not wanting to drink and drive.

The car ride was smooth, and you watched the passing cityscape with a sense of excitement. Soon, the driver pulled up in front of Cillian's house. It was a classic Irish home with a touch of modernity, nestled amidst lush greenery that offered the perfect privacy and tranquility. Climbing out of the car, your heels clicked lightly on the cobblestone driveway. you said goodnight to the uber driver before walking to his house.

As soon as you rang the doorbell, Cillian appeared at the door, a charming smile on his face. His eyes immediately locked onto you, and he couldn't help himself. With a step closer, he pressed his lips softly against yours in a sweet, welcoming kiss.

"Hey there," he greeted you warmly, his eyes sparkling as his gaze took your figure "You look absolutely breathtaking."

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment, and you replied with a soft smile, "Thank you, Cillian. You're not looking too bad yourself." You noticed he was dressed in a stylish pair of jeans and a well-fitted, long-sleeved black shirt. To your pleasant surprise, he was wearing his glasses. He looked adorably sexy, in a somewhat quirky way, which only added to his charm.

His laughter filled the air as he held the door open for you. "Please, come in."

As you stepped inside, the cozy ambiance of his home enveloped you. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a soothing atmosphere, and the scent of something delicious wafted from the kitchen. A crackling fireplace filled the living room with warmth and a soft glow.

Cillian's home was a blend of classic Irish charm and modern comfort. Rich wooden accents, tasteful artwork, and plush furnishings gave it character. Large windows framed by billowing curtains offered glimpses of the verdant garden outside, adding to the feeling of seclusion and intimacy.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you headed into the kitchen together. 

His kitchen was spacious and open-concept, seamlessly connecting with the dining and living areas. It boasted a large central island and a sort of countertop/bar that extended into the dining space. The kitchen exuded an elegant atmosphere that harmonized with the rustic wooden elements found throughout the rest of the house. The countertops were crafted from black granite, and the cabinets were a rich, dark brown hue.

Cillian graciously accepted the bottles of red wine you had brought, and he began to pour the glasses with practiced ease.

As you took your first sip, a delicious aroma teased your senses. "Mmm, what smells so good? I thought we were ordering pizza" you asked, curiosity piqued.

Cillian smiled, setting the wine bottle aside. "Oh no, no. Ordering pizza would be just too ordinary. No… we're not ordering pizza tonight; we're making it” he smiled at you playfully and pointed at a black pan over the oven “What you smell is the tomato sauce in the making" he smiled 

Surprised and delighted by his choice, you couldn't help but smile. "That sounds fun!" 

Cillian smiled, clinking his glass gently against yours in a silent toast before taking a sip of his wine, his penetrating gaze still fixed on you.

"How was your day?" he asked, placing his glass on the countertop and leaning against it.

"Good, the usual. I made some ceramic pieces today. I experimented with some different glazes called reactive glazes. They interact with the ceramics and always turn out differently. I hope they'll look nice," you spoke with a smile.

"Sounds interesting," he replied, nodding.

"And how was your day?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"Routine. I dropped Lukas off at his mom's place. I studied some scripts. Nothing exciting, a rather dull day, I'd say. It could almost be erased," he answered, causing you to furrow your brow.

"You know, I think you need to change your perspective," you chuckled, and he looked at you curiously.

"Oh, really?" he asked, and you nodded, moving closer to him.

"What made you happy today, Cillian?" you inquired, your voice gently velvety.

As you asked him about his happiness, a curious sparkle danced in his eyes. He pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting away momentarily as he dove into his thoughts. You watched him with a soft smile, appreciating his introspection.

"Lukas lost a tooth today," he finally said, his voice carrying a warm tone as he reminisced. "Picking him up at school, seeing him toothless, that made me happy."

Your heart swelled with affection at his words. It wasn't just the fact that Lukas losing a tooth had brought him happiness; it was the way he spoke about it, the gentle nostalgia in his voice, the way his eyes softened as he remembered it. 

"Would you erase that feeling?" you asked softly

He shook his head and scratched his neck "Fuck, no one ever asked me that."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Did you like it?" you inquired, your eyes locked onto his.

His response wasn't verbal. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering peck. But that brief kiss quickly deepened, becoming something more intense and passionate.

In that moment, you could feel the warmth of his lips against yours, the softness and pliability of his mouth as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. The taste of the wine lingered, adding a subtle sweetness to the kiss. His hand, which had been gently caressing your jaw, slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the other hand rested on your hips, pressing you against him.

It was a kiss that made your heart race and your head spin, leaving you both breathless and wanting more.

"What made you happy today?" he whispered as the kiss slowly ended, his nose still touching yours.

You smiled, your voice husky as you replied, "Hmm, many things." Your throat was dry, and you cleared it before continuing, "My sister called me today. That made me happy. And seeing you also made me happy." Your finger traced a slow, delicate path along his jawline, your eyes locked onto his, a soft intensity in your gaze.

"Seeing you made me happy too," he admitted with a smile. The atmosphere between you felt charged, a palpable attraction and affection lingering in the air. "Where did this question come from?"

"My therapist made me ask myself that question every day after all that stuff with my ex. Because I used to dwell so much on the negative that I couldn't see the good things. There's always something in the day worth remembering, worth living for, He used to say.  No day is 100% bad, but we dwell on the bad things for so long that they start to overshadow our view," you explained.

"Your therapist is good," he said, and you chuckled, nodding.

"So..." he clapped his hands. "What kind of pizza do you want?"

“What do you have?” You asked excited as he walked to the fridge 

As soon as Cillian swung open the fridge door, he began pulling out an array of ingredients. "Tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, buffalo mozzarella, Parmesan, Brie, Gorgonzola, and Gouda, olives, seasonings, pesto, artichokes, zucchini, and mushrooms," he listed while placing the partially prepared and sliced ingredients into small bowls.

"You never cease to impress me," you remarked with a smile, leaning in to give him a sweet peck on the lips.

He smiled in response. "Good to know."

Before you could continue talking, you both fell into a brief moment of silence, savoring the connection you shared. Cillian gently caressed your face, his fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair that kept falling in your face.

Breaking the silence, Cillian, with eyes locked onto yours, proposed, "Shall we start with the classic Margherita?"

"I think that's a great idea," you replied with a nod and a smile.

Cillian moved to the other side of the kitchen and fetched a large plastic bowl covered with a cloth, placing it on the central island of the kitchen.

"Wash your hands and come get them dirty," he said with a grin, pointing to the large sink while dusting flour over the island's surface.

You nodded and went to wash your hands, removing any rings and bracelets that adorned your fingers and wrists, placing them beside your wine glass.

By the time you returned, Cillian had already divided the dough into two smaller portions. He handed you a rolling pin as you positioned yourself beside him.

“So, what now?” you asked and he chuckled 

Cillian chuckled, his voice brimming with amusement. "My guess is as good as yours. I think we roll it open," he replied

“You’ve never done this before?” you asked and he shook his head, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischievousness. "Oh, God, this is going to be a catastrophe."

“As long as it tastes good” he shrugged and walked over to the oven lighting it up

With the rolling pin in hand, you pressed down on your portion of dough, intending to create the perfect, round crust. However, dough is known for its unpredictability. The dough beneath your hands had other plans, and it began to stretch and tear unevenly, forming an abstract shape more reminiscent of a landmass than a pizza crust. You chuckled at your less-than-ideal progress, and Cillian couldn't help but laugh with you.

"I don't think I'm doing a good job," you admitted with a playful smile. 

"Oh, there is no such thing. You are doing a perfect job, just keep going," Cillian reassured you, his voice warm and encouraging. While your dough seemed to be in a state of rebellion, Cillian's own dough was taking on a smooth and inviting circular form.

"How are you doing that? Mine looks like an egg. A broken egg," you confessed with a  chuckle. Cillian burst into laughter

“It does” he laughed and you with him 

Amid your laughter and the light-hearted atmosphere, you frustratingly grabbed the dough, shaping it into a round circle again. "I think I should start over," you said, a chuckle of frustration escaping your lips as you admired how perfectly rounded Cillian's dough had become. "How did you do that so easily?"

Cillian smiled and came to your aid. "Here, let me help you." Cillian moved behind you, fitting his body against yours. His hands overlaid yours on the rolling pin, and he leaned in so that his breath brushed against your ear, his warm chest pressed to your back.

"I think you might be applying too much pressure," he murmured seductively in your ear. You felt every hair on your body stand on end as his voice sent shivers down your spine.

“You might be right” you cleared your throat “i’m used to rolling clay” you lightly chuckled 

you followed his movement, and the dough easily shaped into a circle as time passed. 

As you both worked the rolling pin together, Cillian gently rested his chin on the crook of your neck. A rush of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and excitement coursed through you. In that moment, the dough became a secondary focus as the intimacy between you and Cillian took center stage, infusing the kitchen with an electrifying charge. you felt yourself getting so fucking wet. He left a kiss on your shoulder before saying “I think you are good to go”, and started to put some distance between your bodies. 

But in a swift movement you turned to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, a desperate kiss. You wanted him and you made sure he knew it. The kiss was so slow and intense that he had to put one of his hands on the countertop to hold both of you in place.

You could feel him hard against your thigh. His hand moved to your neck, then to the back of your head, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, where he kissed and sucked. The sensations were intense as you found yourself melting under his touch. Your hand traveled up his back, fingers digging into his skin as the passion between you continued to ignite.

"Should we skip to dessert?" you asked breathlessly, his lips still pressed to yours. But to your slight disappointment, he chuckled and shook his head.

He moved his lips close to your earlobe, trailing kisses along your neck. "Don't get me wrong... dessert is all I want right now," he growled seductively, "but..." he gave you a teasing peck on the lips, "...there's no need to rush. We have all the time in the world tonight. Let's make this right."

You let out a quiet growl, unable to hide your frustration, but eventually agreed with him. "Okay, you're right, I guess."

He chuckled and kissed you once more. This time, the kiss was more tender than the last, filled with affection and less urgency. "Now, we add the sauce and the toppings," he said, his voice steadier, trying to regain his composure.

Together, you carefully spread the tomato sauce over your now-rounded pizza dough, each of your movements synchronized. The act of crafting a pizza felt more like a dance, every motion perfectly coordinated.

Amid the delightful chaos of creating your pizzas, Cillian noticed the look of curiosity on your face as he held up a slice of gouda cheese.

"Have you ever eaten this?” he asked and you shook your head 

“Never tried many different sorts of cheese. Just the more common ones, like mozzarella, parmesan and gorgonzola.” you told him 

“Well, you know, I think you reaally need to taste this," he said with a playful glint in his eye.

"Really? Just a slice of cheese?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Just trust me on this," he said, his voice filled with confidence as he extended the slice toward your lips.

You hesitated for a moment but then leaned forward, allowing him to feed you the slice of gouda. The rich, creamy flavor filled your mouth, and the taste was absolutely exquisite.

"Wow, that's incredible," you exclaimed, savoring the flavor.

Cillian grinned as he watched your reaction. 

“Told you” he smiled and gave you quick kiss.

After finishing the margherita pizza and putting it in the oven, you were facing another dough of pizza, only the red sauce on the top. 

Cillian surveyed the array of toppings, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "How about we mix things up a bit? Feeling adventurous?"

You grinned, your curiosity piqued. "I'm all in. Let's go wild."

Together, you set to work crafting a masterpiece of a pizza, and the creativity flowed as you added layer after layer of tantalizing ingredients. You debated each topping, their flavors, and textures, and your shared laughter filled the air as you constructed the most unique and adventurous pizza you'd ever seen.

Cillian's hands were steady as he sprinkled Gouda and Brie, while you topped it off with a handful of artichoke hearts, zucchini slices, and a smattering of mushrooms.

In the end the pizza looked funny, you both gazed at your unconventional pizza creation, laughter bubbled up within you. The mishmash of ingredients had turned the pizza into something of an abstract artwork 

With smiles adorning your faces and a palpable sense of anticipation in the air, you carefully placed your one-of-a-kind creation into the oven. At the same time, Cillian gracefully retrieved the margherita, its aroma already beckoning the senses.

"First one is ready!" Cillian declared, carrying the margherita to the dining table. You took a moment to top off both of your wine glasses before joining him, handing him his glass.

"Thank you," he expressed with a warm smile, appreciating the simple gesture.

As you indulged in the delicious pizza, you couldn't help but express your admiration. "It smells incredible! This dough is so light, and it's really good," you mused, taking another bite with a delighted hum.

He continued to smile, his gaze locked with yours. "I'm really glad you're here," he confessed, and the sentiment hung in the air, filling the room with warmth and a sense of connection that transcended the simple act of sharing a meal.

“Me too” you smiled

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

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Here's the 3rd part. Hoping to also get this one up quick. This story is really coming together in my head. Also, I know I promised smut, and so far have not delivered. That is coming, pinkly promise. We've got to get the foundation man!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

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Part 3 - The Grey

Sleep was a wild idea, given everything I had learned last night. I couldn't seem to quit scrolling through Google, YouTube, listening. I felt as though I was educating myself. Learning, in some way, what I was getting into. I wanted to see what I could learn about him, but he was an overall private human, even for a musician.

I did learn he is a Scorpio, born on Halloween. Originally from Virginia. The names of his bandmates. He had quite a few wonderful songs that I had added to my iTunes quickly after hearing them. So far, my favorite was Limits, which was saying a lot, given Just Pretend was still so incredible.

Throughout all of my 'research', the most important fact I learned was that Noah was very good at hiding his alcoholism. I expected to see articles, tweets, or even a TikTok about some scandal. An arrest? A fight? A drunken performance? I found nothing.

I suspect Noah is what I consider a silent drunk. Someone who doesn't drink for fun, but for release. For something to escape to. This had to be true, because I found zero evidence of his addiction on social media or in the depths of Google. I even shamelessly searched 'Noah Sebastian alcoholic' and came up with some very strange fanfiction. Interesting thought...

This almost worried me more. This meant I was going into this blind. The rockstar lifestyle was something not only musicians lived. So how did he manage to do it so quietly? Was his publicist just that good? Did he even have one?

Despite my determination, sleep finally took hold about 4AM, me waking up at noon with the videos of their music still playing on YouTube. I slammed my laptop closed and wiped the drool from my lips.

I needed caffeine.

I slipped into my house slippers, and sauntered to the kitchen, Angel following behind. I heard his quiet whine, and quickly paced to the back door to let him out before he had an accident.

Once I had slurped down half of my energy drink and let Angel back in, I snatched my phone from my bedside table. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I checked through my notifications.

Given it was my day off, I wasn't surprised to see a text from Sam asking if I wanted to come in and help him with his case files. I didn't even open it. That should answer that question.

I opened my messages to reach out to Laura. Her and I needed to speak immediately.

Before I could open her thread, I noticed a message from Noah, which made my throat dry.

Noah: Hollywood Palladium. Doors open at 6PM, but you should get there about 5 to get into your suite. I'll text you once I get offstage and we can figure out how you'll smuggle me out. We go on before Motionless in White.

Noah: Thank you again, Leena. I know this is a pain for you.

This guy isn't actually real. He is sweet as honey. Smooth as butter. And wakes up at 6:30AM, apparently? Who the fuck is this guy?

Me: I'll be there. I haven't told Laura yet. Pray for me.

His response came quickly.

Noah: Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name...

I only responded with laughing emojis and flipped to Laura's thread.

Me: Can you talk?

This was our code. She was working and if she was busy, she would respond. If she wasn't, she'd call.

My phone vibrated in my hand immediately.

"Hey." My voice was a fucking mess. I realized I hadn't used it at all yet.

"What the fuck is up, Kyle? You getting sick?" I cleared my throat and sighed.

"No. Just woke up."

"Late night? You doing okay?" I could hear the concern. 3 years sober, didn't mean it wasn't still something to keep an eye on.

"Yeah babe, I'm good. I need to fucking talk to you, though."

"Sure, what's going on?"

I sighed, not even knowing how to begin. I couldn't exactly tell her the lead singer of one of her favorite bands was a newly recovering alcoholic. Not without permission.

"I uh..." My brain drew a blank. "have not thought this through."

The other end was silent.

"You sure you're okay?"

I sighed hard. "I met Noah Sebastian."

Now there was dead silence on the phone.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I've lost my mind. Can you repeat that?" Her voice was deadly.

"You heard me."

"Noah Sebastian? From Bad Omens?!" I could hear her voice raising some octaves.

"Yeah a few days ago."

"Fucking where?!" I had to hold the phone at a distance from my ear.

"At...my work." My brain worked overtime to work out this lie.

"I call bullshit." She is too good at seeing through me.

"Laura, would you fucking listen?"

"Noah Sebastian did not walk into a fucking mortgage office and just happen to meet my best friend, the loan officer. Bullshit."

"Laura, listen!"

"Fuck! Fine! What?!" I could feel her irritation.

"I have tickets to their show tonight. In their VIP booth."

"Did you help him buy a house or some shit?!" That actually wasn't bad.

"Possibly. Still up in the air."

"You're such a fucking liar."

"Do you want to go or not? We'll be seeing him after."

I could feel her jaw drop to the floor. "We're going to meet the band?"

"No, not the band. I don't think. Just Noah."

"Just Noah? Christ Mileena, did you fuck him or something?!"

"Absolutely not! Laura what the hell?!"

"What?? You don't even listen to Bad Omens." I scoffed at that.

"I fucking do now."

-

After a solid hour of interrogatories from Laura, planning on getting to the event (I would drive, obviously) and what we would wear, we finally hung up.

I had about three and a half hours before I had to leave to pick her up. I had enough time for a walk with Angel, lunch, and to get ready.

When Angel and I set out on the sidewalk, and I had set up my AirPods (3 guesses who I was listening to), my phone chimed with a text. I groaned. Didn't we get through enough details?

When I saw the text though, I was surprised to see Noah's name.

Noah: Hey, weird request, but could I call you for like ten minutes?

I was puzzled, but typed a quick affirmative response.

My phone rang a few moments later.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm sorry." His immediate apology confused me.

"Sorry for what?" I could hear him chuckle, his voice slightly hushed.

"Calling. I know it's weird." I half-smiled. There was a level of innocence to Noah that made me feel better about this entire situation.

"Noah, I'm your sponsor. You're allowed to call me any time, day or night."

"But what if I call you at 3AM cause I'm craving sugar?"

I shook my head, weaving down the sidewalk with Angel heeling nicely at my left.

"Then we go get ice cream?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "No way. You don't mean that."

I proudly responded. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He only snorted in response. I did wonder why he needed to call.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm, yeah. We're at the venue. Did sound check a while ago. The guys cracked open some beers. I told them I was going to take a quick walk to get some air. I feel like they might know something." His concern was thick in his words.

"Ah, okay. Well, super proud of you for walking away. That's amazing on it's own."

"Yeah?" He sounded unsure.

"Oh, one hundred percent."

"Thanks Leena." He sighed. His voice then came out a little smoother. "Did you talk to Laura?"

"I did."

"And how did that go?"

I smirked. "Well, she doesn't believe that I met you at work, so now she's got horrific ideas of how I met you, but she's in."

This made him laugh. "Horrific like how?!"

"I won't repeat it. But either way, she doesn't know how we actually know each other. I'm struggling to figure out how I'm going to explain us giving you a ride home?"

He was quiet, my guess was thinking. "How well do you know her?"

"Better than anyone, why?"

"You trust her?"

"With my life."

"Tell her. It's easier that way. Just maybe ask we don't all chat about it?" This took me back. As private as he is, and he doesn't even know me that well? Why trust me, or someone I trust, with this secret? His reputation is somewhat on the line.

"You sure?"

"Should I not be?"

I sighed. "I wouldn't risk your good name Noah. I promise."

"Thanks Leena." I heard muffled voices in the background. "Hey, I've got to go. See you later?"

I agreed, and we disconnected the call.

-

The ride to the venue was mostly quiet, aside from the soft music on the radio playing.

"So...anything else I should know before we walk in there? Ronnie Radke isn't going to be hanging with us too, is he?"

I chuckled at this.

"Listen babe, I've got to tell you something."

She lifted her eyebrow in a knowing look. "Knew you were lying."

I shrugged. "Look, I'm going to tell you this, but this is covert level secrecy. No one can know. Or Noah is fucked. So promise me? Not even your husband gets to know?"

Her look turned more serious.

"Of course babe. Anything."

"I'm Noah's sponsor." Her jaw dropped open, almost unnaturally so.

"He's in AA too?" I nodded.

"He just started. And he needed a sponsor. I offered. He needed help getting through this show and the after party. So he's going to pretend to be sick after, meet us backstage, and we're going to smuggle him out and drive him home."

I could see the wheels in her head turning. She believed me now. She knew I never lied about AA.

"Oh my God, babe." She shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I pried too hard. Jesus, I feel like an asshole."

I waved her off. "Don't, my love. He gave me permission to tell you." She nodded at that, sitting back in her seat.

After a beat, she giggled to herself. "You sure are the luckiest sponsor ever." That made me laugh. I wasn't so sure yet.

-

The show was electric. The man on stage, singing, was a different person entirely. If it weren't for the fact that he made direct eye contact with me several times throughout the night, I would've never believed him to be the same shy, unsure, uncomfortable man he was in group. On stage, he was confident, he was in control, he was the leader, and the crowd, his flock. It was insane to watch, and I would be lying if I hadn't said I felt absolutely mystified at points. I teared up when they played Just Pretend, vehemently singing along. This was not lost on him, and I caught the smirk he got when he saw my glassy-eyed singing. No different than any other fan. That's okay, that's who I was for now.

We were to not be seen or noticed. We were shadows waiting to seamlessly remove him.

Once the set ended, and everyone waited for Motionless in White to come out, moving in and out of their seats toward the bars and bathrooms, Laura and I followed the security guard who had been told to allow us backstage.

I checked my phone a few times, but still had not heard from him. As we made our way to the meet and greet area, we saw the giant line of fans waiting for their band to show up. We slyly waited against a wall behind the line. We blended in.

"Have you heard from him?" I checked my phone again with no results.

"No, but I would bet he has to do meet and greet first. I don't strike him as the type to disappoint fans."

She nodded in agreement, so we waited.

After about twenty minutes, we heard screaming, and looked over to see them come out, waving at everyone waiting in line. I saw his eyes searching. Was he looking for us?

Pulling out my phone, I shot a quick message.

Me: By the trash cans.

He was talking to a girl with his face on her shirt when he slipped his phone from his pocket and his eyes immediately scanned and found mine. The smallest hint of a smile lifted his lips. I saw him turn his back for a moment, and turning back to sign autographs

Noah: Thought I lost you. M&G will be over in 45min. Meet me in the parking lot?

I sent a thumbs up, instructed Laura of our plans, and we began our trek to the car. Once in the car, I sent a quick location pin to him so he could find us. I got a response a few minutes later.

Noah: Just look for the ancient Tahoe. Roger that.

I rolled my eyes, and despite Laura watching her concert videos, she noticed.

"What?" I showed her my phone, and she smiled.

"Well, he's funny, huh?" I nodded.

"An absolute dork." She bit her lip, turning in my seat.

"Leena?" I looked up at her from my phone screen, looking at my own videos.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like him?" I paid little attention to the question.

"Oh sure, he's a nice guy." She put her hand on my shoulder, making me give her my full attention.

"No, Mileena," she pushed my phone down. "do you like him?"

This made me scoff. "Laura, I barely know him!"

"What's to know? He's a singer in a near famous band. He's got the voice of an angel. He's adorable." This made me roll my eyes again.

"I'm his sponsor." She threw her hands up.

"Is it illegal?" I shook my head.

"No, but it's awful and would make me a terrible human. And I work very hard to be a good human."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't believe that, but okay. I respect it." I smiled at her.

"Thank you Laura."

"But I still think you like him."

I was silent in response, not amused by her pushing.

“He has a girlfriend anyway, Laura.”

I watched her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “He does?!”

“Yeah, he told me yesterday.” I could see the disbelief on her face.

“I’ve never heard that. What’s her name?” I sighed, thinking back to our conversation the day before.

“He…didn’t say? Just mentioned he had one, and she didn’t know about AA yet.”

Her lips pursed. “Not buying it.”

This made my eyes widen.

“What?”

“He has a girlfriend but doesn’t even tell you her name? And doesn’t tell her he’s made a life changing decision to get well? I’m not buying.”

I rolled my eyes. “Christ, Laura, you’ve got trust issues.”

She pointed at me. “Facts. But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t believe it.” She sat back in her seat.

“I’ll just ask him when he gets here, no worries.”

This caused a flood of panic through me. “Please don’t! He’s not the type to talk about personal stuff. He’s actually pretty withdrawn.”

Her blank expression was telling. “Noah? Noah Sebastian? The guy who just went absolutely insane on that stage? Is withdrawn? Mhm, sure.”

I sat back in my chair and groaned.

“Please? That’s his personal business.”

She nodded. “Fine, but you should ask him.”

I didn’t respond, attention now on the text I had from him saying he was headed our way. I started the car, ready for a quick getaway.

After about ten minutes, I saw his tall frame in the doorway of the elevator, jogging over to the car. I snuck a glance at Laura, who looked as though she may absolutely burst.

“Here comes the rockstar.” She let out in a sing-song voice.

The back left door opened, and he slid inside the seat quickly, buckling his seatbelt and running his fingers through his long, and now greasy, hair.

“Hey!” My voice was about three pitches higher for truly no reason at all. This was not lost on my best friend, whose eyes I saw flash over to be before turning around and looking at Noah, eyes absolutely bulging.

“Jesus, it’s like trying to escape a wild pack of hyenas!” He sat back and sighed heavily as my truck backed out of the space and began moving down the aisle. “I mean the guys, not the fans.”

I looked up in my rearview. “Did you do like we talked about?”

“Yes. Made sure to gag as loudly as possible and everything.” I could see the smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

He turned his attention to Laura, holding out his hand. “I’m so rude, I’m sorry.” She took his hand, looking absolutely stunned. “I’m Noah.”

All I heard from her was a weak ‘Laura’ in response.

Once we hit the darkened streets, putting the venue behind us, the tension in the truck relaxed.

I looked up in my mirror again, catching Noah’s attention.

“Do you mind if I drop Laura home first? She’s got to get up early for work tomorrow and her house isn’t very far.”

He smiled. “Of course. I’m all the way in Calabasas, so no worries at all.”

I just nodded. The ride was smooth for a moment, until I heard the familiar ring of an iPhone. It was Noah’s.

“Hello?” I couldn’t hear the voice from the other end. “Hey babe.”

Laura’s face whipped over to me, I’m sure seeing my expression darken ever so slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m not sure what happened, but I started feeling off before the set and by the end, I was throwing up.” He waited for the response. “No, uh…” he hesitated. “I actually haven’t drank at all today.”

Something in my chest swelled. I was such a proud sponsor. He was making an effort, and all I could do was appreciate it.

He nervously laughed. “Yeah, right? Shocking, I know.”

I could hear his tone. It broke my heart for him. I knew that conversation, I had many myself. When people don’t believe you haven’t been drinking, or are shocked to hear it. They’ll even go so far as to get angry at you for quitting. It’s a long, torturous road he’s set down, but hopefully with the right support, he will stay on track.

“Well I just caught an Uber, and I’m going to go home and pass out. Try to get over it.”

I made a conscious effort not to look at him, doing my best to respect his privacy. I could see Laura doing the same, scrolling through her phone.

“Yeah, uh, maybe we should wait until Monday? Make sure I’m not contagious, and all that?” His voice almost sounded brightened, but I was likely imagining things.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But do you want to catch this crap?” He made a sound of approval. “Thought so. I’m almost home so I’ll talk to you later babe.” He wasn’t, but okay. “Mhm, I love you too.” Slight poke to the abdomen. Nothing to worry about. “Bye.”

My hands relaxed slightly on the wheel. No one spoke for a little while. I could see his eyes just watching the streetlights fly past the window. He almost looked sad, but I couldn’t piece together why exactly. I could guess, however, that this is harder than he initially anticipated. It always is.

Laura shared my concern, so she spoke up.

“The show tonight was awesome, Noah! Better than the one back in November!”

This sure perked him, making him sit up in his seat. “Yeah? Thank you for saying that.”

“Oh fuck yeah, dude! Watching you guys play is spiritual, honestly.” This made him crack a wide grin.

I felt a poke on my shoulder, causing me to look up.

“What’d you think Leena? How was your first Bad Omens show?” I could see him searching for my answer, but he’s not the only one who could be a smartass.

I waved my hand in a topsy-turvy fashion. “It was alright.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you cried during Just Pretend.” Laura was triumphantly smiling.

She’s so dead.

My cheeks were getting warmer, and I instinctively cracked my window. When did it get so hot in here?

Noah let out a giggle, an actual fucking giggle. “I thought I saw that.”

“Dude, how can you see anything up there? Fire? Smoke? Lights?”

He shook his head dismissively and flopped back in his seat. “Please. I can see anything if I’m looking for it.”

His words rang out followed by silence. Laura’s face was deadpanned.

What the fuck does that mean? In a literal sense, I get what he meant but wow, what an innuendo to make. Unintentionally, I’m sure.

The context wasn’t lost on Noah, who only cleared his throat, not speaking another word.

Luckily, we were already cruising down Laura’s street, stopping in front of her driveway.

“Welp, this is my stop.” She turned to look in the backseat. “Thank you so much for the concert. It really was awesome.”

This earned her a grateful head nod from him. “Anytime.”

She wouldn’t be forgetting that.

“I love you babes, call me tomorrow?” She wrapped an arm around me while I agreed to her request. She hopped out of the car and within seconds, she was gone.

“You want to stay back there, or hop up front?”

Without answering, a long leg reached over my console, plopping Noah in the passenger’s seat. I stared at him incredulously while he beamed at me.

I shook my head and put the truck back in drive, waiting for him to direct me to his house.

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well hello there!! i read 'In the heat of the moment' AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE. I LOVED IT 😭😭

i came here to make a request, but if you feel uncomfortable doing it you can just skip it !!! 🧸

ok picture this. neteyam and lo'ak had been pining after you for a while, competing between them to see who is the best 'suitor' for you. but both of them are such skxawngs and cowards so they always leave you alone and needy. so, tired of his sons being fools, jake decides to take the matter into his own hands and teaches them how to fuck u 😵‍💫🤌🏻

ok I'm out of my mind here, i hope you would consider to write thiss. you're incredible!! thanks for u writing 😋 (btw sorry for my broken english, it's not my first lenguaje)

Word Count: 5.2K

Story Description: (Y/N)'s heart is being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, having Neteyam as her mate seems like an obvious and practical decision. But on the other, choosing Lo'ak guarantees a life of exhilarating adventure. Still, the only thing they have in common is how they leave her high and dry on multiple occasions. Until Jake Sully becomes tired of his sons' behaviors and gives (Y/N) what she wants.

A/N: If you didn't know, now you know. I take forever to write because life and the brain get in the way. But I still try my hardest to release them as fast as I can.😅 though I hope you enjoy and that I did your request honor, anon. It was very fun to write. My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

Warnings: SMUT(+18, minors DNI), p in v sex, public sex (voyeur), semi-public sex, fingering, not mentioned cheating

All characters are of age/over 18

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For the Rest of Time

If there was anything that (Y/N) had an excess of, it was attention. No matter where she was, eyes followed her. Whether it was older clan members hoping she’d be the mate of one of their children, other girls envious of her natural allure, or boys who wanted merely a second of her time. 

The Sully boys were not immune to this. 

Since they were children, Neteyam and Lo’ak Sully had grown attached to the girl. Wherever she was, the duo was surely close behind. Always promising one day one of them would be her mate.

Though she always brushed them off, as she grew older the proposals became more serious. No longer were they kids pretending to play house, they had to think about their future and the future of the tribe. Their decisions were not a game anymore. Especially when it came to matters of the heart… and the body. 

It was true that the Na’vi mate for life. Their mind, body, and soul are intertwined with one person in this life and the beyond. One person for eternity. This meant that in the fight between Lo’ak and Neteyam Sully, only one could prevail. And it did not help that (Y/N) could not decide which. 

There was Lo’ak. The boyish and reckless younger brother that took life a little too unseriously. He was the easy choice. The younger Sully didn’t have the fate of the clan riding on his shoulders and it allowed him to be carefree. Which meant that she could lead an easier life with him. Little to no expectations but a whole lot of adventure and fun. 

With him, she would be allowed to make mistakes and walk down a path without expectators. (Y/N) wouldn’t have the pressure of being the next tsahik, of being perfect. 

Then there was Neteyam. The perfect soldier, the confident leader, the future Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan was everything she wanted and more. He was the prudent choice. Being with him would give her standing and respect merely by being next to him. He was gracious and responsible, caring and respectful. Neteyam was everything any parent would have wanted for their child. 

He had been her first kiss too. Being younger and inexperienced, they didn’t understand much of the stirrings that were waking inside them. But they did know that the fluttering in their hearts meant something, that it meant they felt something for each other. 

Neteyam had taken the lead, cupping her face gingerly and placing his lips softly on hers. It had been short and sweet but everything she had imagined. Their excited tails tangled together and their hearts raced. At that moment, she had been sure that Neteyam would be it for her. 

But, as they grew, and she started spending more time with Lo’ak when Neteyam was busy with his training, the same stirrings started to form with him. He knew how to make her feel light, to enjoy every moment as it happened with no regard for the future. 

The first time they kissed, they had burst out in a chain of laughter as they bumped noses, then teeth, and after when (Y/N) accidentally split his lip with her canine. It had been just as sloppy and carefree as they were when together. 

Both boys stood at opposite ends of the spectrum and it had her reeling. If she made the wrong decision, her life could turn out completely different. 

The brothers knew of the other’s intentions with (Y/N) though. It wasn’t hard to tell. The way they both gravitated toward her, fighting each other to spend the most time with her. 

Still, one thing they shared was how much of an unknowing tease they each were to her. In more ways than one. The brothers were each, in their own way, leading the girl on. On too many occasions, they started something they never knew how to finish. 

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) exclaimed as the older Sully wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind. “You can’t do that.”

“You know you always have to be aware of your surroundings, ma (Y/N),” he chuckled close to her ears. “Although, with me around, you never have to worry about anything or anyone getting close enough to you.” 

The sound of his voice reverberated through her body, sending sparks coursing through her veins. She could feel his muscles clench against her back, his arms — strong and defined — protectively tight against her. His warm breath grazed her skin, his mouth only centimeters away from her flickering ears. His tail wrapped around her legs, providing no escape from his embrace. 

Yet, what had her panting and warming the pit of her stomach was what she could feel pressed against her backside. 

Through the fabric of their loincloths, (Y/N) feel the hardness of his length pushing against her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed just how warm his skin felt against hers. It seeped through her skin, making her ache almost unbearably. 

“You know that, right, syulang?” Neteyam whispered against her ears, his lips ghosting over the skin. “I would never let anyone hurt you.” 

“Am I under threat at the moment?” 

Her hands skimmed the length of his arms, her fingers tracing every inch of blue skin. She learned every line, every white spot, every vein on it. It was the most intricate work of art she had laid her eyes on. 

“No,” he chuckled softly. “Because I am here.”

“My hero,” she smiled. She leaned into his touch, wondering just how far they could push each other. Neteyam groaned against her ear, closing his eyes as her hips pressed onto his erection. (Y/N) could only smile at his reaction. “I know I will always be safe with you.” 

They stood pressed against each for a moment, testing just who would break first. Their arms laced together, their skin kissing, their hearts racing. Maybe that was the night they would give in to each other, maybe that was the night their bodies for their wishes. 

“Neteyam!” Eyapaxi, one of his friends, called. They jumped away from each other like their skin had turned to fire. “Yo, Neteyam! Your dad is looking for you!”

“I’ve got to go,” he turned to her, disappointment furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” she smiled softly. “Go. Your dad’s waiting.” 

He kissed her lips quickly and disappeared in a jog into the foliage. And she was left, with wetness pooling between her legs and a hunger building inside her. 

It wasn’t the first nor the last time Neteyam had left her with wanton need. He would touch her, kiss her, hold her, tease her… but never more. And she wanted more. 

His brother followed suit in leaving her high and dry. Because if Neteyam did something, it was highly probable that Lo’ak was close behind. 

He pecked her face teasingly, his hands gripping the sides of her face gingerly and his own face adorned with a goofy smile. They shared laughter as Lo’ak used his lips to map her face — forehead then cheeks, eyes then nose, the corners of her mouth then her chin. 

“Lo’ak,” she chuckled. “Don’t slobber my face.” 

“I’m not,” he laughed in response. “Just showing you what I can do with my lips.”

“Oh, is that all they can do?” 

The boy only grinned in response. His kisses grew deeper, harsher against her skin. He traveled down her face, attaching his lips to her neck. Searching. 

But it didn’t take long for him to find the treasure he was looking for. He knew her as well as his brother did. He knew just where that spot on her neck was that would make her say,

“Lo’ak,” she gasped. Her head fell to the side, allowing him better access to the skin of her neck. “What’re you doing? Anyone could see us.” 

“Are you really worried that anyone could see us?” Lo’ak whispered against her ear. “Or are you worried Neteyam will?” 

“You should be the one worried about that,” she purred in response. “If Nete catches you with your hands on me I’m sure he’ll more than likely fight you.” 

“Let him try,” he mumbled against her ear. “He can’t touch me as long as I’m with you. Has to prove just how perfect of a guy he is.” 

“So honorable of you,” (Y/N) chuckled. But it was quickly drowned by a moan that escaped her lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Lo’ak. Please.” 

“I know I can finish it,” he growled. His lips continued their attack on her neck, sucking and nipping at her blue skin as his hands raised to explore her breasts under her necklace. “Do you think you could handle it, though?” 

“Oh, I know I could.” 

She turned suddenly, crashing her lips onto his, savoring the taste of his mouth. Their hands gripped at each other's bodies, exploring the expanse of their skins. Maybe that would be the night they could take that next step. Just maybe it would be Lo’ak that would one day claim her as his mate. 

“LO’AK!” Neytiri’s voice rang out through the trees. “LO’AK, COME HOME THIS INSTANT!” 

“What did you do?” (Y/N) gritted her teeth, sucking in a breath. 

“May have ridden my ikran past a place I shouldn’t have,” he confessed. “I guess I should go then.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” 

“Next time,” he said before kissing her cheek and disappearing toward his angry mother’s voice. 

“Skxawng,” she muttered under her breath with a chuckle. Because a laugh was all she could muster as she was left with a wetness between her legs and a tight coil in the pit of her stomach threatening to burst. 

More moments like these followed as neither brother ever had the courage to go any further. With every excuse possible, whether intentional or not, she was always left in a state of arousal with nothing but herself to take care of. It wasn’t what her body yearned for, but it was what she had at the moment. 

She couldn’t blame just the brothers. It was on her as well that her heart couldn’t make up its mind about who she wanted. Her body yearned and ached for them both, her heart pattered at the same beat for them as well. It was complicated and confusing, but they didn’t make it any easier. 

With their constant promises and unfulfilled wishes, it was hard for her to go on. Everything they did, everything they said, only aided in jumbling her thoughts and her feelings. She needed easier. She wanted Eywa to reveal to her what the right decision would be. To reveal which was the path her future had been carved for. 

Maybe it was delusion. Or maybe it was faith. But (Y/N) desperately needed someone else to decide what her fate should be. Because she had no idea what the correct answer was. She loved Neteyam and she loved Lo’ak, each in their own way, but just as strong. 

And so did they. 

As much as the brothers wanted their situation to magically resolve itself, it wasn’t going to. Their competitiveness would never allow either of them to concede. If there was anything both of the boys had in common, it was their stubbornness. They were hard-headed and always had an undeniable need to best the other. Neteyam couldn’t let his little brother have (Y/N)and vice versa. 

Yet, the one that seemed to be caught in the sibling crossfire was (Y/N). Often, she was left hot and bothered after an encounter with either of the boys. Even when it was the three of them, they seemed more interested in proving to each other which of them was the perfect suitor for her rather than proving it to her. 

Much like that night. 

The three of them had settled at a clearing they frequented. It was an area not many knew of and it gave them plenty of privacy to discuss their futures out loud. Or much rather, allowed Neteyam and Lo’ak to engage in an avid discussion regarding who would become (Y/N)’s mate in the near future. 

As she sat on a nearby rock, the brothers engaged in a hearty discussion about the same topic they loved to fight about the most. (Y/N). It had started amicably. A couple of jokes and painless jabs at each other, but had quickly turned into a kind of heated conversation. 

“Come on, little bro. You know you could never be man enough for (Y/N),” Neteyam quipped at his brother. “You don’t have the right package to satisfy her.” 

“And you do? Riding around on a Pa’li all day cannot be good for your… nether regions. Wouldn’t surprise me if you couldn’t even get it up.” 

“Oh, it works just fine. Doesn’t it, (Y/N)?” The question was directed to her, but it wasn’t for her. It was a way to show Lo’ak just how far he’d gotten with her. And though he wanted for his little brother to be the only one affected, it sent a wave of warmth to her core. The memory alone of the many times she had been witness of just how well it did work, flooded her. “And I know it would leave her perfectly content. Can’t say the same for you though. Might just be a little in more than your age, bro.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Neteyam. Ain’t that right, (Y/N)?” Once more, a question that only worked to keep the warmth between her legs growing wetter. As moments flashed before her eyes, her body reacted. “She knows just how well I know her and her body, and what I can do with mine. And, unlike you, I have enough time to spare for her.” 

“You really think time here is an issue? Though, I guess if you only last a couple of minutes, anyone has enough time.” 

“A couple of minutes are better than a few seconds. And something tells me that’s all you can last. What with all the energy you waste during the day.” 

As the brothers kept bickering with each other, reminding the other just how close they had gotten to (Y/N) both physically and emotionally, they were only growing the girl’s arousal. Each moment they inconspicuously brought up trying to tear the other down worked only to build the already intense fire that had been born in the pit of her stomach. 

Once that match had been struck, it was near impossible to smother that flame. Her breathing had become ragged as warmth grew inside her body, her skin growing dark as blood rushed through her veins. She knew it wasn’t the time nor the place – not when the three of them were there – but she couldn’t help the flooding between her legs as desire overtook her. Sure, she had a conflicted heart, but her body was anything but. 

In the midst of the discussion, none of the people present noted the figure that lingered in the shadows. But soon enough, they would all have a night they would never forget. 

***

Jake Sully had been in search of his sons for the better part of the afternoon. The moment for Neteyam to choose his mate was approaching and it was time for him to make up his mind. Jake and Neytiri could only provide him with what options were most suitable for him, but ultimately they wanted him to choose someone he loved. 

It had not gone unnoticed his affinity for (Y/N). The way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about her, the way he’d become elated whenever she was around regardless of his mood, the way he looked at her. He’d seen that stare before. A longing gaze that was laced with need. 

But he knew of Lo’ak’s infatuation for the girl as well. Everyone knew how the Sully brothers both longed for (Y/N). How, when they had all come of age, they’d been fighting and bickering about who would end up with her. How they were both chasing her but neither had made the first step. 

At least no first step to claiming her. The older Sully knew of every other action they had done – nothing was truly secret in the village. He knew of every moment they had winded her up and left her high and dry. He knew what they whispered in the dark about her, what they imagined they could do to the girl. Yet, it seemed they were more engrossed in bickering with each other than actually taking her. 

He knew just how frustrated she was. Every time she’d leave one of his sons, he could smell it on her. Her scent danced its way into his nostrils, igniting something in him that hadn’t been set alight in more than a decade. It was an animalistic instinct that filled his entire being. 

Much like that night, he knew that if he couldn’t find his sons, they were more than likely with (Y/N). He’d asked around the village for anyone that had a clue as to where the boys could be. He visited every area they frequented. He even checked where the ikrans rested, but both Neteyam’s and Lo’ak’s were there. Every search came up futile. 

There was only one spot he had yet to verify. The clearing none of them thought Jake knew existed. But after one too many times of his kids and (Y/N) disappearing, Jake had followed them once and encountered the area. 

He made his way down the secluded path. The light from his steps disappeared as he walked further into the forest. He was careful with his walk, not wanting to alert them of his presence too quickly. 

As he got closer, Jake could faintly hear the sound of his sons’ voices bickering about their favorite topic. It made the man chuckle slightly, knowing the conversation would ultimately end the same way it did. Unless he did something about it. 

Jake lingered back once he reached the clearing, taking in the situation he was presented with. 

His sons were recalling certain moments, implying just how far they had gotten physically with (Y/N). Between kisses and touches, they boasted about how intimate they each had been with her. They were focused on making each other feel small and had completely ignored the third person present. 

(Y/N) was breathing heavily. Her hands roamed her neck in an attempt to cool herself down. She clenched her thighs and bit her bottom lip, her tail swishing in a frenzy. 

Even from that far away, he could smell her. He could tell she was needy. Her scent was evident in that. Still, his sons were too focused on fighting each other that they could not see what they were doing to the girl. They didn’t know what she needed. 

At that moment, something took over him. Call it lust, call it a trigger, call it his animal instinct. But he slyly moved closer to (Y/N), making sure his presence would be a surprise until the last second. 

Before she could understand what was happening, Jake pressed himself against her and snaked his arms around her body. One of his hands landed on her throat, whilst the other slithered past her loincloth. 

Between her legs, he found precisely what he had imagined. She was warm and wet, needing any type of touch. Her breath hitched in her throat as soon as his hand made contact with the bundle of nerves that lived at the top of her folds. 

He could tell she was nervous, not knowing who it was behind her, but she melted into the touch she so 

needed. 

“Shhh,” he cooed into her ear. “Just enjoy yourself, baby girl.” 

She recognized the voice instantly. It was hard not to. She’d heard that voice every day of her life, she knew just who it belonged to. 

(Y/N) should have jumped away at the first moment. She should have put some distance between her and Jake and alerted the brothers to their father’s presence and actions. 

Instead, she lost herself in the way his fingers circled her clit. He rolled the bud between his digits, using her own wetness to glide over her. She swallowed the sound that wanted to stream out, not wanting Neteyam or Lo’ak to look over at her. 

As their voices drowned out in her head as it grew hazy, she believed she would be able to have what she had been yearning for without anyone noticing. 

But as Jake kept stimulating her and building her arousal, she knew it would become harder and harder to hold back. She dug her nails into the arm that held her still by her neck, her mouth falling open as she let out deep breaths. 

There was a tightening in the pit of her stomach that was growing, clawing its way around her body. It took over her lungs, it took over her vocal cords, it took over her warmth, and it took over her arousal. 

“Are you that desperate, baby girl?” Jake chuckled against her ear. “You’re close. I can tell, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Let them know.” 

(Y/N) panted, feeling the pressure growing inside her. She wanted to keep quiet. She wanted to leave the situation satisfied and unscathed. But it was impossible. Once her climax burst, a loud moan escaped her throat. 

Lo’ak and Neteyam’s heads snapped to the sound, unsure why (Y/N) had let out such a sound. 

“What the FUCK?!” Lo’ak screamed. 

“What are you doing, dad?” Neteyam added. “(Y/N), you okay?” 

The girl couldn’t answer. Jake hadn’t stopped his movement as she came down from her orgasm. Her eyes were tightly shut, her chest rising and falling at the quickness of her breath. 

“I’m doing what you boys have not been able to do,” Jake grinned. “Haven’t you noticed just how needy you always leave our sweet (Y/N)?” 

“But, dad…”

“Tell me, Neteyam, do you know what’s the most important area to pay attention to on a woman’s body?” The boy kept quiet. “Lo’ak, do you know what you have to do to make her cum?” Another silent response. “Do either of you know what it takes to give her earth-shattering pleasure?” 

“No,” the boys softly muttered. 

“Then you’re gonna sit there and keep quiet,” Jake commanded. “Tonight you’ll learn just what you have to do. Maybe then you’ll be able to decide who the better mate for (Y/N) is. Because it, unfortunately, can’t be me.” 

He turned her head, easily maneuvering her body, taking her lips in his. In the suddenness, (Y/N) let out a gasp that pushed her mouth open. Jake used that surprise to slip his tongue in. He held the lead in the kiss, her inexperience evident at that moment. 

She let out soft whines. The roughness of the kiss took her aback, but she couldn’t help the way her body was feeling. There was a thrilling excitement to having her first time with the Jake Sully. Her Olo’eyktan, Toruk Makto, the father of the men she loved. It was nothing as she had imagined, but it was exhilarating nonetheless. 

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips. “Do you want this quickly, or the slow and lengthy way?” 

“Quickly,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you now.” 

A deep laugh left Jake’s throat, making his chest rumble. He attached his lips to (Y/N)’s neck at the same time her slipped two digits into her entrance. The hasty invasion of his fingers made the girl gasp a breath mixed with pain and pleasure. 

He was slow at first, letting her body adjust to the stretch. “I know it hurts, baby girl,” he told her. “But you wanted quick and I need to at least spread you enough.” 

She couldn’t talk, too enthralled in the feeling of having something inside her. So, she simply nodded. She let out a whimper every time he thrust his fingers into her, but they slowly transformed into moans as her body grew used to the way the digits spread her open. (Y/N)’s arm flew back, finding the hair on Jake’s nape, using it as leverage to push him deeper into her skin. Much like his sons, he had found that spot that made her want to scream out. The same sons they had completely forgotten about. 

As his speed grew and he pistoned deeper into her, he curled the ends of his fingers to stimulate that spongy area that held the most amount of nerve endings. It drew more and more sounds from her throat, a melody that encouraged Jake to keep going. 

She could feel herself growing close already, knowing what was coming. But she had not anticipated for the man to add his thumb into the mix, rolling her swollen clit with the digit. It had her coming undone in his arms one more time, his name falling from her lips. 

“You did so good, baby girl,” Jake boasted. “Are you ready for your reward?” After she softly nodded, he continued. “Turn to face me, then. Straddle my lap.” 

(Y/N) did as told as she turned her body. A shade of purple flooded her face as she stared into Jake’s eyes for the first time that night. He smiled kindly at her as he brushed stay hairs from her face. Under the light of the bioluminescent flora of Pandora, she looked entrancing, an esoteric vision in his eyes. 

His lips met hers once more, this one softer but just as filled with passion. The hand that had been on her throat now cradled her cheek, his thumb caressing the skin of her cheekbone. It was a comforting and caring touch that appeased them both. 

With his free hand, he guided her body where he wanted her. She placed a leg on either side of him, her knees pillowed by the plush moss on the rock. Jake sat comfortably under her, pushing his loincloth aside and revealing his length. 

The girl couldn’t help the gasp that left her mouth as she gawked at his member. It was bigger than she could have ever imagined, even in girth. A surprising sight, just like everything had been at that point. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl. It’ll fit,” he grinned. “Do you trust me?” 

“Yes,” she breathed. “I trust you.” 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their chests pressed together as she stabilized herself with his body. She spent every second staring into Jake’s yellow eyes, finding the way the light danced in the amber of his pupils a far more interesting sight than anything else around. 

He reached under her, grasping his cock with his hand, lining himself up with her entrance. He guided her down, slowly until he was sheathed completely inside her. Her warmth and tightness enveloped him, embracing all that he was. She let out a loud mewl, laced with hurt and delight as he felt him impale her. 

It took her a second for her body to start moving. The stretch was almost unbearable and incomparable to the spread his fingers gave her. Still, as uncomfortable as she might have felt in the beginning, she couldn’t help the rush of pleasure that overtook her once her insides got used to the feeling of him. 

With the aid of his hands, (Y/N) started to bounce on Jake’s lap. With her arms still firmly grasped around his neck, she allowed her hips to move instinctively. She gyrated them and sank on him as she started the chase of her release – of his release. Even if she had no idea what she was doing, she knew it felt good. 

And she could tell it felt good for Jake as well. As his throat expelled guttural moans, his own hips raised to meet hers. The sound of skin slapping onto skin echoed through the clearing, reaching the twitching ears of Neteyam and Lo’ak – the forgotten boys. 

Still sitting in the spots they had been from the beginning, the Sully boys’ eyes were trained on the scene unfolding in front of them. As much as they wanted to turn their heads and pretend it wasn’t happening, they couldn’t stop the way their bodies reacted. Each of them fought against their urges as best as they could, but it was too much. Before they knew it, they were palming themselves through their loincloths, the pressure that was building threatening to burst. 

Each of the boys let their imaginations run wild, dreaming it was them under (Y/N). In their heads, it was their hands roaming her body. It was their lengths buried deep inside her, feeling her wetness and her warmth. It was their noses breathing in her scent. It was their tails wrapped around the other’s bodies. 

But it was Jake the one that was enjoying (Y/N)’s body, taking her first time from anyone else. He was the one that was kissing her lips now, kissing her jaw and her neck. He was the one that could feel her tightening around him, he was the one who’d be able to claim the first release of seed inside her. The only claim he’d ever have over her. 

“I’m close, baby girl,” he grumbled against her ears. “I can tell you are as well.” 

She nodded promptly, taking her bottom lip between her canines as she felt the tight coil in her stomach for a third time. (Y/N) couldn’t last much longer, her body sensitive from the past two climaxes. A couple of calculated thrusts and she was letting out a yell of ecstasy as she released against his length.

Jake kept pistoning into her as she rode out her end, chasing his own. But as she clenched once more around him, he felt himself burst inside her, his seed mixing with her own release. 

(Y/N) slumped against him as exhaustion overtook her. A mix of overwhelming pleasure and tiredness rushed through her body. As Jake exited her, she felt a harrowing emptiness, and the fatigue was magnified. 

He cradled her body closer, brushing her hair out of her face and allowing her body to rest. He smiled down at her resting face, admiring how her eyes fluttered closed. He was satisfied and so was she. That’s all he could’ve asked for. 

“Now, boys,” Jake grinned. “Instead of fighting each other about who would be the better mate for (Y/N), I think it’s time you showed her. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, sir,” they choked out as they tried to conceal their own releases with their hands. 

“I know it will be hard to ever best what I’ve done,” he chuckled. “But it’s about time your actions started matching your words. At the end of the day, only one of you will have her for the rest of time. Me, I had her tonight.”

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French Lessons 2

Part 1 | Part 3

One Shot: Late Night Talking

Less than a month ago Steven Grant could barely kiss you and now he's learned to fuck you with his tongue. 

Summary: It's been several weeks since you and Steven had your first night together and you're wondering what happened to your sweet French tutor during the morning after?

Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you agree that you are 18 years or older)

Word Count: 5K

Content: Explicit Smut, dry humping, fingering, oral (m and f), fluff, romance, sliiiiight French, Steven Grant, slight reference to Marc Spector

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words and notes on part 1 and patience on part 2!!! SO much has been going on but I'm glad I could get this out to you guys. I really hope you enjoy it, like and reblog!!!

A new day cones into the light as the sunlight trickles through your curtains and dances on your face. You stretch your legs arms and legs as far as they’ll go, feet digging into your bed as you turn slowly to your nightstand to grab your phone.

You scroll through the usual notifications; Facebook, Twitter, your mates that went out last night and the one that one that wakes you up and makes you giddier than any expresso shot ever would. 

Steven 🇫🇷❤️

You snickered at the texts and sent a simple, quick reply that you would see him tonight and that you couldn’t wait. 

You snickered at the texts and sent a simple, quick reply that you would see him tonight and that you couldn’t wait. 

You snickered at the texts and sent a simple, quick reply that you would see him tonight and that you couldn’t wait. 

This wasn’t exactly a new development. Every morning for the past two and a half weeks, Steven has been sending you a good morning text right on schedule, worrying that it’s “too early” although by this time he absolutely knows your schedule to the point of your skincare routine. You and Steven talk about anything and everything, though it never gets old. Every time you hear from him it makes your heart skip a beat and reminisce to the first time you met him in that museum, praising your faulty wired headphones for allowing that quirky gift shop employee to eavesdrop his way into your life. 

Then came the French lessons and your friendship because he was just so damn easy to talk to, so caring, so warm. So there was no surprise that you quickly developed feelings for him even though you were terrified that he didn’t feel the same way but then one incredible night together proofed he felt something too. A night you hadn’t forgotten about but hadn’t repeated.

After that night, things intimately had hit a standstill. You replay the morning after Steven had woken up at your apartment; he was quiet, in a hurry and ready to go only muttering out one-word sentences and one quick, heart emoji text message that was supposed to sustain you through the day. 

At first you didn’t know what the hell had happened, but the next day, you suppose after everything had settled in and his shyness had melted, all of your days were consumed in conversation with him. Sweet, funny text messages, silly facts about random things he encounters during his day at the museum and awkward but endearing attempts at flirting. Things seemed to have been going well, you still see each other for French lessons that also turned into dinner dates and the occasional lunch pop ups at the museum, but apart from that you’ve had virtually no alone time together. 

You’d understand if it was because he wasn’t ready to escalate things as far as you had during your night together, but when you send him excerpts of your favorite Victor Hugo passages, he sends messages like this: 

“Fun fact, Juliette Drouet who was a French actress back in Hugo’s day sent him a letter with excerpts maybe just as romantic as his. ‘I wear my soul out with longing’. Je porte mon âme avec nostalgie. Sorry if that long-winded explanation wasn’t as romantic as I was trying to execute…xx”

But it’s never not sweet or romantic with Steven. Though you still would kiss and hold hands, you missed the way his body locked around yours, warm and secure. You missed the French he whispered into your ear which had echoed through your mind late at night when your fingers would wander. You’d thought about messaging him but wouldn’t dare be that bold. 

You’d decided tonight’s French lesson was the night to ask where things were going. Through work, lunch and the commute home you kept thinking to yourself that the worst you could hear was that things would stay professional between you two, tutor and tutee. But you also knew Steven felt some sort of way about you, so why not figure it out?

You meet Steven at the usual French bistro you gather for your lessons and dinners, Steven sitting there prompt as usual, hands fiddling and looking down at his phone and then up and then down again until you meet him at the table. 

Every time he looks at you it makes your insides absolutely gelatinous. The wide-eyed wonder he would give you each time you saw each other as if it had been ages, even though it had only been since yesterday when you popped around the museum. You dressed up a bit to entice him; you dressed in his favorite color, scarlet red, in a floral sweetheart dress with your hair down in loose “effortless” looking curls (the effort took you 20 minutes). 

It didn’t matter if you had taken 5 minutes or 50 minutes to get ready, though because Steven would make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world by his stare. He got up to greet you, giving you a shy wave before pulling you into a hug that seemed to linger more and more each time it happened. 

Normally, the two of you say hello with a chaste, quick kiss, saving deeper kisses for when you part. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck, greeting him with slow tender kisses as he let out a surprised noise when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Slightly surprised at your candor, Steven freezes for a moment before he grips the arms he had around your waist and brings his tongue to yours. 

“Tu me manques.” He said to you with a lopsided grin. 

“I missed you too.” Your cheeks burned, and you realized you hadn’t stopped smiling since you saw him. 

“In French, mademoiselle.” Steven instructed back at you in a jokingly bossy tone. Joking or not, hearing Steven so authoritative was already being mentally saved in your head for your late night thoughts of him. 

“Well, that’s what I’m here for isn’t it?” You let him go and sat down. French and dinner went well as usual, with the conversation mixed between different phrases and sentences he’d have you write and conversations about your days and activities. 

Towards the end of the meal, Steven jolted up in his seat as if electricity struck him. 

“Oh! Before we keep going with sentences and phrases and all of that… I got you something.” He reaches under the table to hand you a large gift bag. You open the bag and see the white cover of Paul Simon’s Graceland vinyl. 

You try to muster up words to say while he looks very pleased with your reaction. “Steven… I don’t even know what to say.” 

“I hope it’s not too weird. I just remember you talking about how you and your mum used to listen to this when you were a kid and how you lost the vinyl that belonged to her, so I figured it was time you got a new one. Again, if this is remotely creepy that I remembered any of that— “

You shut him up by leaning across the table and greeting his lips with a tender kiss. 

“This is amazing. Thank you.” 

“You’re amazing.” He seeps out with hooded eyes, affectionate and warm for you. You sat back in your seat as the server came with your check and your dessert half eaten. You didn’t want this night to be over, you wanted to spend your night with Steven. 

“Maybe we could listen to it together? Tonight at my flat? I have that record player at my place and I know you have heard little of this album. I still can’t believe you’ve never heard ‘Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes’”

Steven’s face stiffened. “I’d love to, I just have an early work day tomorrow. Donna is making me pay for another tourist asking me for bloody directions to get to the London Eye.” 

You look down at your half eaten cake. “It’s fine. You wouldn’t need to stay over or anything.” 

“I know if I go over there I’ll be tempted to after the last time.” Steven grinned, reaching for your hand. 

“I mean, I don’t think it’ll be that bad.” You hold his hand in yours, rubbing his palms. “I think if we just spend some time together alone we can—“ 

“I CAN’T!” Steven says a little louder than expected. He quickly moves his hands from yours, looking away from embarrassment. You’re completely frozen in shock at his exclamation. 

“Alright, Steven. I am very confused but I will just make this easy for you - we can keep it strictly professional or if it even makes things better, I can find another French tutor…” 

“Wha-no-what are you going on about?” Steven asks. 

“I just… I like you. I think you like me but I’m not sure, I’m honestly not sure if you’d just rather keep this strictly business. I’m getting mixed signals.” 

“How?” He interjects. 

“Well, for starters, you yelled at me when I asked if you wanted to come back to mine.” 

“Yeah… yeah… that did just happen. But it wasn’t because I…I…” Steven stammered for a moment before taking a long, deep breath to collect himself. You weren’t sure what he was going to do next until he moved his chair to your side of the table, sitting next to you and grabbing both of your hands with such intensity you didn’t know what to expect. 

“Look…I like you. I like you a lot. I thought it was obvious, but it's clear I’ve been a total tosser. I’m just…different.” 

“I know that and I don’t care. I like you for who you are Steven and everything that comes with it. If that night was too much for you, or if you want to take it slow I completely understand— “

“Definitely not that.” Steven answers quickly, a smile creeping across his face remembering that night. 

“Do you remember what happened that morning? After I left your flat? Because I don’t.” He continued.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Now you’re extremely confused and with no context. You say it a little louder than you would’ve liked and people at the other table are looking. 

“Shh, shh. Okay, yeah, maybe we should just get to your flat so we can sort this all out, yeah?” 

———————————

The walk to your flat is filled with small talk about the weather and how chilly it’s been lately, the way the trees sway and how you’ve had to pack an extra jumper for the evening work commute. You’re holding hands so Steven is still there with you but it’s not like he’s really there with you. As if he’s jumping to explain himself whenever it’s in safe earshot. 

You finally get to your flat and keep Steven’s hands in yours, bringing him over to the couch and greeting his lips with an assuring, tender kiss. 

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” You whisper to him. 

He takes a moment to answer, his hands are now slightly shaking. “Like I said, I don’t remember leaving your flat. I remember falling asleep next to you and I tried to stay up as long as I could so nothing like this would happen. And honestly, also because I was just so bloody happy. I’m going to be honest,I had fancied you a lot and for this to happen when I never thought it would…” 

He tilts his head down in shame and you cupped his chin in your hand, lifting him up towards you so you can meet his brown eyes. 

“You looked so beautiful in my arms and I just wanted to stay in that moment for as long as I could. But sooner than later I drifted off and then I woke up in my flat. Alone.” Steven emphasized the last word, despising that the first thing he didn’t see when he woke up was you. 

“We talked, though, Steven. It wasn’t much, but we’d kissed, you got dressed and you left.” 

“I know, I saw the bloody heart emoji.” Steven spattered out. “And trust me, if it was really me, I would’ve sent you more than a damn emoji after our first night together.” 

You were more puzzled than ever. “I thought you had just been shy?” 

“I’m shy but I’m not a prat.” Steven countered. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with me. My memory is shit, I wake up sometimes days later without a damn clue of what’s going on. It’s terrifying and sometimes I wake up hurt and—and — the last thing I want to do is hurt you and if I did, I would never forgive myself.” 

“Steven.” You whispered softly at him. “I’m not going to lie to you, I’m very confused right now but the last thing I think you would do is hurt me. I know you, I know your heart.” 

“Yeah, my heart is fine but everything else about me is a red flag. I know I sound insane, I know this all sounds like absolute bollocks and I don’t want to drag you into this— “Well,

“Well what if I want to be dragged into this?” You demanded. “I’m sure whatever this is, I can help you and we can figure this out together.” 

Steven is shaking, heaving so heavily that you feel you can hear every breath that seeps out of his lungs. This poor man was so wonderful, kind and thoughtful and believed he didn’t deserve any of that because of some stupid sleeping disorder. He doesn’t realize how much he offers, but you know you can show him what he does. 

You move your hand from his cheek, slowly trailing his neck onto his chest. You feel his hammering heartbeat. He turns himself away from you, looking dejected, ashamed. 

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You whisper. You keep your hand on his heart and he slowly looks back towards you, locking his eyes in with yours. God, he was so beautiful. Wild dark curls trickling down his forehead, dark eyes that shone, those beautiful, broad lips. He shifted a bit, noticing you were studying him and becoming self-conscious. 

How could he be so blind to his beauty? 

His heart rate was slowing down and normalize after a few deep breaths. 

“Just promise me, you’ll do what’s best for you. And if that’s not me at some point…” He trailed off. 

You planted another soft kiss on his lips to silence his thoughts. He responded with a warm smile as he moved one of his hands to hold the hand that was on his chest. 

He leaned forward and started to plant small kisses on every part of your face, ultimately meeting your lips again. It started soft and tender, your pace matching the calming energy of your previous moment. You moved your hands away from his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he brought his to your waist. 

That movement caused Steven to deepen the kiss. Sliding his tongue into your mouth as you both let out a moan. Your hands roamed into Steven’s curls, running and tugging through his hair as your need for him deepened. 

He broke free of the kiss only to trail needy, ravenous kisses down your throat as he grabbed at the back of your neck to hold you steady.

“Steven” You moaned, his hands moving to your clothed breasts, massaging them. 

“Oh, this dress, darling. You look amazing.” He slurred, almost in a trance. You find his lips again, more desperate than the last time as your bodies move together to lie down on the couch. You can already feel how firm he is as he clings on to you, his body demanding you without thinking. 

You press him upwards, wrapping your legs around him to straddle. You pull your dress over your head, thanking the universe you had worn a cute set of underwear that day. The way Steven was looking at you with hooded eyes and hands traveling everywhere, not sure what to touch first made it clear he was thankful too. 

He began a steady rhythm, pressing into you again, groaning whenever the heat between your legs met his at the height of its pressure. Just feeling him was enough to take you to the edge and satisfy you, but tonight you wanted to please Steven. Anything to take his mind off of his constantly running thoughts. Wherever his mind was running, you wanted to be his sanctuary at the end of the road. 

Somehow, Steven kissed you even deeper than you had already been intertwined. Tongues swirling together as he groaned into your mouth. He moved the hand that was on your breast and slid it up your leg, feeling at the lacy material of your panties. 

“I’ve been dreaming of feeling you again.” Steven panted into your mouth and you could feel your wetness pooling your core. Steven moved to slide his fingers into your underwear. 

“Really feeling you.” As much as you were throbbing for him, this was the moment you wanted to give to Steven. You moved his hand away from your crotch as he looked down, puzzled. You drizzled reassuring kisses all over his face as you slowly undressed him, and when it came to removing his boxers, you repositioned yourself on the floor, kneeled down in front of him. 

You gently tugged his boxers down and his cock sprung out, thick, pulsing, deprived for you. You saw some liquid glistening at his tip and your mouth watered. 

“I’ve been dreaming about really feeling you too, Steven.” You whispered in a sultry voice. Your hand met his base with a tight clasp as you moved it up and down. You had forgotten your hand could barely fit around Steven’s entire dick, and he was so hard you could feel every vein. 

“You—you don't have—“ Steven could barely muster words with how tight you were gripping him.

“I want to.” You licked the precum off of his tip making Steven jerk up slightly. You chuckled at his reaction, this was just the beginning. 

You licked up his base, slowly at first, watching his chest heave as you quickened the pace. Your eyes stayed locked on his as he couldn’t keep them off of you, looking marveled at the fact that you had even considered doing this. 

What he hadn’t bet on next was you wrapping your mouth around his cock, barely capturing him all as he let out a whimper. 

“Oh my god—“ Steven choked. “I’m not gonna last—“ 

You moan into him, sinking your mouth deeper, giving a steady motion of strokes and movement around his skin. 

He shifts as you take him deeper during each go around, seeing how much he can take. He rewards you with soft whimpers and his hand caressing the side of your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispers. “Divine. Ma chérie.” 

You could feel the effect of his words, how soaked you were for him. You couldn’t wait to feel everything in your mouth. 

You quickened the pace, diving deeper towards the bottom of his shaft and including your tongue to lick him. Steven made involuntary groans, slightly jerking at your movements. 

“Oh fuck—oh fuck—I’m gonna—“ 

You groan into him response, the noise of your mouth rapidly sucking on him almost drowning it out. He thrust into your mouth as a response and God you couldn’t wait to feel this man inside you. He whimpered as his jerks went at an irregular pace. 

You gripped onto him hard, sucking onto his tip as Steven released into your mouth. Steven groaned expletives at every squirt, pushing his cock into your mouth deep until he had released all he could give. You swallowed his salty taste, already fantasizing about when you’ll have it again. 

Steven, however, is completely blissed out, limbs sprawled across your couch looking like a marionette. His chest is still heaving so you could tell he was still alive and breathing. He opens his eyes and looks at you as you swallow him, groaning as a bewildered, disoriented grin stretches across his face. 

You move up to the couch to sit next to him, Steven now engulfing himself into your arms. Kissing your shoulders, still having trouble making steady breaths. 

“You’re incredible, you.” He kisses you deep and long, giving his familiar gaze of making you feel like the most important person on the planet and not a soul or a speck matters. 

“You are,” You made your way up his shoulders, chest and face with kisses. “You’re thoughtful, you’re brilliant, you’re stunning. You’re Steven. My Steven.” 

You felt your face go hot, feeling so bold to call him “yours” when there has been little of a definition of your relationship besides your language education. 

He grins, silent and strong, repositions you on the couch to lay back, planting a soft kiss onto your lips before he moves below your stomach. 

He slipped his shaking fingers in the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down as you spread slightly open for him, glistening wet. 

“May I?” Steven whispered. You nodded, and before you could even stop, you felt his thick finger circling your clit. His finger had stopped shaking, but he was breathing heavily again, looking up at you with slight worry in his eyes that he was doing this correctly. He pressed onto you harder as you whimpered in response. 

“I’m not gonna lie, I don't know what I'm doing.” He says and you both laugh. “But I’ve done a bit of research and I guess this is my way of showing you I’m yours.” 

“So far, so good.” You grin. He continues to massage your clit, slowly teasing towards your entrance with each stroke until his two thick fingers finally enter you. It’s better, more satisfying than anything you could do on your own. 

He works in and out of you, focusing on your reactions as you whisper encouragement towards him. You were soaking for him and you felt yourself build up. 

He started with a steady pace, speeding up based on how you would clench around him and he’d feel your body react towards you. If this was his first time, you couldn’t tell at all. 

As your breaths quickened, he added another finger, causing you to cry out and for Steven to abruptly stop. 

“Oh God, oh no, did I hurt you? I’m sorry if I went too far I—“ 

“Fuck, don’t stop. Just keep going, you feel incredible.” You moaned, he groaned in response as he pumped into you at a faster pace, the noises from your wetness echoing in the room. You felt yourself getting closer and closer, your bundle of nerves tightening. Steven could feel you and he kept going faster, with more shallow thrusts into you. 

You released onto his fingers, crying out Steven’s name as he pressed into you deep, feeling your pulsations. Your heart was racing, you had dreamt of this moment for weeks but it was better than you had ever expected. 

Steven released his fingers from inside of you and you could see them glistening with your wetness. He insert his fingers into his mouth, sucking onto them and groaning at how you tasted. 

“I’m sorry, you just taste amazing.” He panted, it rendered you speechless and couldn’t utter out anything if you had tried. 

Amid that silence, Steven looked to you and to your entrance where his fingers just were, looking as if he was contemplating a thought, and then he buried his head between your legs and all of your thoughts were lost. You loudly moaned, involuntarily; hoping your neighbors couldn’t hear a thing. He slipped another finger into your entrance while his tongue massaged your puffy clit. 

With Steven pumping you and tasting you, your thoughts became static. All you could hear was your wetness and Steven’s moans into your crotch. 

“You taste so sweet.” He muffled in between your thighs, building you up to a steady rhythm again. His mouth is so warm onto you and Steven is really building up a confidence with it, hooking his arms onto your legs and burying himself as deep as he can into you. 

Less than a month ago Steven Grant could barely kiss you and now he's learned to fuck you with his tongue. You grab onto his curls, grinding into him and he growls in response. You're so entranced you don't realize you’ve been biting your lip hard while you whimper over and over. 

You already feel yourself close to coming again, rolling your hips into him as he's entered another finger into you, thrusting fast, the vibrations of his groaning on your clit. 

Your back arches as you come for him a second time, releasing your body to him as you feel his tongue enter where his fingers were, desperate to take every drop. 

Everything is blank, and you’re overwhelmed with a feeling of unadulterated bliss. You both lay there for a moment, Steven kissing the inside of your thighs and rubbing small circles onto you. 

“I hope that was alright, yeah?” He said into your thigh. “I’m sure you’ve had this done a million times—not to say you’d let a million guys do this—just I know I’m not the most experienced person and I—shit—just, thank you.” 

You muster up some sort of strength to stand up, feeling a bit disoriented, and you hold out your hand for Steven. He gingerly takes it and you lead him back to your bedroom. You kiss him, standing near the edge of your bed and Steven responds with such hunger that you think he might go. 

When he attempts to grab you by the waist, he accidentally sends the both of you flying onto the bed. As you laughed together, looking into his eyes, you were making note of this intimate moment with the man you adored. The way his deep brown eyes observed you, his sweet smile, the way his hand felt on yours. How could this not be bliss? You had missed this so much. 

Steven had taken a moment to get up and clean himself off, grabbing a washcloth from your bathroom and wiping you up as well. 

“You've really been doing your research, haven't you?” You grinned. 

“Well, just in case I could see you like this again I just wanted to be prepared. I wanted you to feel as extraordinary as you make me.” 

“You make me feel that way and then some.” He threw your washcloth into your hamper with accurate precision and then curled into bed with you, your head laying on his chest. His tan arms around you, his lips on your cheek and your ear. This is how it was meant to be. 

He whispered your name, and you turned your head towards him. God, he was so gorgeous. How does he not know how amazing he is? 

“I think I want to sleep here tonight, if you’ll have me.” 

Your response was a deep kiss that lasted until the two of you were drifting off to sleep. 

Would Steven be himself tomorrow morning? Would Steven even be there when you woke up? It all didn’t seem as important as shutting your eyes in that moment and falling asleep in his arms.

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The next morning you woke up to the sunlight streaming on your face. You slowly opened your eyes and did your familiar routine of stretching every limb onto your body as you sprawled across your bed. 

Why were you able to sprawl across your bed? 

Steven left. That had to have been what happened. Your heart sank, thinking of what may have happened or what mindset he might’ve been in when you left. 

Then suddenly, you hear the lull of Paul Simon coming from your kitchen. You follow the sound, getting louder and accompanying it were sounds of pots and pans. 

You turn your corner, and Steven is up, making eggs, toast and tea. Your Paul Simon record he had bought for you played on the record player in the corner of your living room. 

“Morning, darling.” He came to you and held you for a moment, giving you a deep, long kiss that reminded you of how things started last night. “I’m sorry if this is too much, I probably should’ve asked for your permission before I started mucking up your kitchen—“ 

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing and so sweet, Steven, thank you.” You planted a lighter kiss on his lips as he looked at you dazed and elated. 

“I just wanted to do what I was planning on doing our first night together. Now that I’m actually here, I can give that to you. I can give you anything you want, if you’ll let me.” 

“So far you’ve given me breakfast, Paul Simon and a full view of you in your knickers so I am beyond content right now.” You giggle. 

He stares at you for a moment, looking as if he’s trying to muster up the courage to say something. 

“I do…have one favor to ask of you.” Steven began. You nodded, trying to figure out what else he could have up his sleeve. 

“Let me take you out on a date, a proper date. One that isn’t just French lessons and the lentil soup at the bistro. I keep thinking about how you said I was yours, and I am. I just want to make you mine in the proper way.”

Your answer is yes. How could you ever say no? Just like meeting a stranger at a museum, just like seeing him for the first time for who he really is. Just like falling in love. Your answer with Steven is always yes. 

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[pinkrelish]

You have nothing to be sorry about. You are giving us so much with this story. You infused TYP&its characters with so much beauty, love, and hope. Your writing is truly so incredibly special, and special things are worth waiting for.

thank you, i really appreciate this. i love seeing you in my notifs, btw. i'm proud that the typ universe is as fleshed out as it is, even if it's squeezed me of all my Big Brain Juice to get there. and i'm glad people are interested in the story, still.

i'm very bad at knowing how to reply to sweet messages, so here's a snippet of ch 12 (first scene of thursday's section) as a sign of affection. i just added some things, so the grammar will probably change and be tidied up, but:

Nothing made Eddie feel further away than the graywash walls surrounding you; lights too bright, droning vending machines too loud, stale brewing grounds smelling of one scent too much. Too everything—grating. His solid shoulders bowed weak from unyielding tasks. Body tired, brain stuck in problem-solving mode, watching cranky customers like a hawk, never getting a break when he goes home; making food, washing dishes, cleaning spills, changing laundry, vacuuming dirt, providing entertainment, being the source of a thousand answers, drying tears, saying he’s sorry he can’t find the missing Barbie brush, worrying about everything, forgetting nothing, trying his best, falling short, perceiving himself as inadequate, disregarding himself as worthy of nothing more. Never getting the validation he needed after a long day. Poor man.

You bent over and loosened the only button on his pinstripe coveralls, below his throat. Slipped the sky blue plastic from its cotton vice, threaded it through the hole in a languid beat, and kept things slow. You crawled your fingers to the sturdy metal zipper—dull gold—and ground the teeth three stretches down his chest, parting the halves to expose his black tee underneath. Your nails scratched the union of his pecs on the way to pull the collar off his neck, warranting a comforting sound of approval from him, inspiring your own hum tickling your lips.

Switching from your thumbs to your knuckles, you dipped under his coveralls, and prodded the chain of stiffness on either side of his spine. Coarse cotton grazed friction on your skin. Mmm—His breath hitched, cheeks puffing at the sore knot you encountered, exhaling hard through the pain of your digging. Working him. Relaxing him. Worshiping him between the bones. It was so reminiscent of your second date when you were straddling him on his shit replacement for a bed not fit for a grown man, it hurt. The relief you wished to give him, the restless ache to hold him for hours growing more visceral every day. It was appeased, though, when he rested his head on your belly, washed curls swaying from his crown, frizzy strands clinging to the static on your blouse; leaning backwards so the meat between his neck and shoulder rolled under your handiwork. Closed eyes, fanning lashes. Mellow sounds of contentment sung through his nose. Beautiful man.

“Feeling better?” you asked, squeezing his traps in hard pinches, collecting his woes and turning them into sighs.

Mhmm, he said.

Perfect, you thought.

Better meant there’s still room for improvement.

[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm (P8)

Includes:

Praise kink, marking kink, overstimulation, sub!Larissa, teasing, fingering, eating out, aftercare.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x fem!reader (principal x 18y student)

Summary:

Wednesday gets your attention in the worst way, getting you to help her with a special occasion. Larissa and you spend some more time… *bonding*

Word Count:

3.5k

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A/N: I feel like my chapters are getting worse, the less sleep I have. I genuinely haven’t slept in 82 hours 🤭

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Later in the evening, you lay with your back pressed to Larissa’s side, her arm wrapped around your waist as you rest your head on her shoulder. Her blonde hair cascades down past shoulder-length, two strands shaping her face. Sitting on the bed, she reads aloud from her favourite series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. Her voice is soothing on your ears, closing your eyes, enjoying the serenity of the moment, as the sun gently falls onto your skin. However, Larissa’s voice is cut off as your phone sounds with text notifications. Picking up your phone, your lock screen consists of multiple messages, all but one saying “Nesie Addams has sent a photo.” Your mouth goes dry as you open the messages. A series of pictures from last night show Larissa transforming in Jericho to hug you.

Nesie: Now I don’t want to say I told you so but… I told you it’d be more than just ‘Larissa’ soon enough. ;)

You: Nesie, what the fuck! Where are you? Where’d you get these?

Nesie: I took them the other day when I went down to get Enid her 3 month anniversary gift. I’m in my room, guessing you’ll be here soon?

You: You are so dead, Nesie.

Nesie: Ooh I’m keen for a challenge.

“Everything ok, my love?” Larissa asks, watching your fingers flying over your phone screen with an incredible rate. You nod, her voice bringing you back to reality. “Yeah, I just gotta go see Nesie for a bit.” She can feel your pulse against her skin before she removes her arm from over your shoulder, letting you move out from her embrace. Grabbing your uninjured arm, she gently squeezes it, causing you to turn and look at her. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Her eyes are full of concern as she looks up at you. You nod, a soft smile growing on your face as you gently lean forward, cupping her face with your free hand. Letting the gap between your faces close, your lips gently brush over hers. “I’m ok. I’ll fill you in when I get back.”

Satisfied with your answer, she lets go of your wrist after gently placing her lips on yours, electricity running through your veins. You gently graze her cheek with your hand as you walk over to the door, grabbing your jacket on the way. As your hand lands on the door handle, you look back, a cheeky grin on your face. “Oh and if anyone mentions anything about Wednesday tonight, it wasn’t me.” Larissa’s head sharply lifts from her book as you say this. “Y/N, what’s that supposed to mean?” You were already halfway out the door by the time she finished her question. “Bye hun, I’ll see you later.” The same cheeky grin from earlier reappears across your face as she continues to call after you.

Walking through her empty office, you sidle through the door and into the corridors, making a beeline for your old dorm. Barging through the door with a bang, you storm up to Wednesday who’s sitting at her typewriter. “Wednesday Friday Addams, delete those photos right now.” She turns around in her chair to face you, a smirk on her face.

“Oh don’t worry, I already have. I just wanted to prove a point.” She holds up her phone as proof, all messages gone from your conversation and like usual, absolutely nothing in her photo gallery except for Enid. “Nesie, you little shit.” A grin spreads across your face as you fall back onto your old bed. “So, you and the principal huh?” Looking at her, you nod, a giddy smile pulling at your lips. “You genuinely can’t tell anyone Nesie, not even Enid. Riss could lose her job and I’d get expelled if anyone finds out.”

“Calm down Y/N. It’s not going past me, I’d rather be welcomed by death’s sweet embrace before I’d even think about betraying you.” You nod, knowing she speaks the truth. “Well in that case, yes. As of this morning, we are officially girlfriends.” A rush of euphoria hits you, it feels amazing saying it. Larissa Weems, your goddess of a principal, is your girlfriend. “So, have you… you know?”

You sit up in shock. “Who are you and what have you done with Nesie? Since when have you ever wanted to know about my sex life?” Her face is expressionless as she looks at you. “I don’t. I just want to know how long it takes you to prove my statement from Friday.” Rolling your eyes at her, a blush spreads across your face. “Not long at all… we, you know, last night.”

“You guys couldn’t even make it a week?! My lord, I overestimated you. You moved into her room on Wednesday… it’s only Sunday Y/N and you’re telling me you fucked last night?!” Shock is plastered on her face as she stares at you. Quickly, you shush her, keeping aware of people walking the corridors. “Well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a whore. What about you and E? How long did it take you?” She rolls her eyes, dismissing the first part of your response. “We actually haven’t slept together yet. She’s still a virgin so I told her I’ll wait as long as she needs.”

“Well at least one of us has self control. That's really sweet of you Nesie.” Her eyes shoot daggers into your skull as she hears the last part.

“Use sweet to describe me again and I can guarantee the loss of all ten of your fingers.” Your hands shoot up above your head. “Please don’t, I need them.” She rolls her eyes. “I think you mean Principal Weems’ needs them.” You open your mouth to protest but Wednesday cuts you off. “Anyways, did you mind giving me a hand with something?” Raising an eyebrow, you signal for her to continue. “It’s Enid and I’s three month anniversary today and I’m about to set up a movie night by the lake for her but I forgot to grab her flowers. Could you potentially grab some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill’s classroom for me?”

“Nesie, first off, you know if you want my help you can just ask and I’ll be here, you don’t have to terrify me with those photos. Second, you do realise we destroyed her classroom yesterday right?” Her eyes light up with a cheeky glint as she responds. “Where’s the fun in just straight up asking though? But remember she’s growing some pink dahlias under the work benches around the classroom.” Exhaling deeply, you run your hand through your hair. “I don’t even know why I’m saying this but alright. I’ll meet you back here in 30 minutes.” Wednesday nods. “Thank you Y/N.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t thank me too soon, I still haven’t figured out how to get them yet. Just go, set up the date, I’ll sort it out somehow.” You say as she grabs her projector, walking out the door. Waiting till she rounds the corner, you shut the door behind her. You shift into Coach Vlad and quickly dash into the corridor, closing the door as you start heading to the botany classroom. “This better fucking work.” You mutter, rounding the last corner.

Knocking on the classroom door, Ms Thornhill responds with a simple “yes?” Opening the door, you walk through. “Ah Vlad, what can I help you with?” She smiles up at you, well, Vlad. “I’m sorry to hear about your classroom Marilyn, but I was wanting to surprise my partner with their favourite flowers tonight. The only problem is, I can’t get them anywhere and I heard from the students that you had some pink dahlias growing, so I was wondering if I could have some?”

“Thank you, and of course you can, I’m lucky whoever ransacked it didn’t also raid my spare plant cupboards.” She grabs her key and walks over to the cupboards under the workbench by the door. Unlocking the door, she gathers a small bouquet of the pink flowers. “Thank you Marilyn, do you have any idea who destroyed your classroom?” You say, taking the bouquet from her. “No concrete proof but I have no doubt in my mind that Y/N was behind it.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure of that?” You prompt as she sighs. “I could swear it was her graffiti on the blackboard. However, Principal Weems said Y/N was in her room at the time of the incident.” You really need to change your tagging style. “Well what reason would Principal Weems have to lie? Especially over a student that causes her so much grief around school? Anyways, thank you again for the flowers Marilyn but I really must be going.”

“Not a problem coach. Hope your partner likes the flowers.” She says as you nod, walking out of the classroom. Stepping into a nearby empty classroom, you shift back to your true form. Exiting the room with the flowers in your hand, you head back to your old dorm room where Wednesday is anxiously pacing. “I believe you ordered a bouquet of pink dahlias.” You say, as she turns around on her heels. “Thank you Y/N, I owe you.” You give her a smile. “You’re welcome, Nesie, enjoy your night.” Saying your goodbyes, you head back to your room.

Walking back through the door, Larissa smiles as she looks up from the page she’s reading. She’s still in the same position you left her in, just a lot further through the book. “Well I must admit, it’s a nice change not seeing you being escorted in by a teacher again.” A cheeky smirk grows on her face as she says this. Walking over to her, you can’t help the smile pulling at your lips as you take in the pinkish glow illuminating her skin from the sunset peeking through the window. “Yeah well, maybe being in your good books isn’t so bad.” Her eyebrow raises as you say this. “Oh?”

Gently trailing your fingers up her thigh with one hand, the other cups her face as you press your lips against hers, her hands wrapping around your waist. She runs her tongue over your lip, asking for entry, which you gladly give to her. Her hands grasp at your hips, lifting you into her lap. Your thighs on either side of her legs, straddling her lap as the kiss deepens. One of her hands trails up your body to grasp your hair, pulling your head back, a soft moan escaping you as she does. With free access to your neck, she leaves a trail of soft kisses from behind your ear down to your collarbone. “Larissa…” Her name rolls off your tongue as she gently bites down your shoulder, running her tongue over the bite mark, sucking at your skin.

You grin as she pulls away, admiring the bruise already spreading over your skin. “And this is why I quite like being in your good books.” You say, making her chuckle as she rests her forehead against yours. “I do believe you said that you’d fill me in on why you ran off earlier love. So come on, I’m curious.”

“Well you remember how that long string of texts came through? It was Nesie, sending photos of us last night in Jericho. More specifically when you shifted forms to hug me.” Her lingering smile drops as she hears this. “Who’s Nesie? How fucked are we?” You laugh.

“Nesie is Wednesday, so not at all. She just wanted me in her room to help her get some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill. It’s hers and Enid’s three month anniversary tonight and she was busy setting up the date. She knows about us and she’s not going to tell anyone, you know Wednesday, she’ll take it to her grave if it involves me.” Larissa’s expression softens as she lets out a sigh of relief as she hears this. “And Marilyn just gave you the flowers?”

Sheepishly grinning, you rub the back of your neck. “Not exactly. I shifted forms to Coach Vlad and made up some bullshit about him wanting to surprise his partner with their favourite flowers. I don’t even know what his relationship status is but it worked.” She proudly grins as she hears this. “That’s my girl.” You can’t help the red flushing across your cheeks. Her girl. You’re still not used to hearing it, but you weren’t at all complaining. “I also found out some information about us damaging her classroom yesterday.” You hint and Larissa nods.

“She told you that I said you were in my room didn’t she?” It was her turn to blush now as you nod. “Why’d you do that?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. She chuckles. “This doesn’t leave this room but I like Marilyn about half as much as one likes being shit on by a bird.” You choke, unable to hold in your laughter. “You and I both, my love.” Getting off her lap, she wraps her arm around you. “Can you read to me again?” You ask.

“Love, I’m a few chapters ahead now.” She chuckles as you shrug. “And? I’ve read this series through so many times. I just love hearing your voice, it’s calming.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, she indulges your request. Her hand draws random shapes on her hip as the soothing sound of her voice fills your ears.

“The most irrational part of all was that I still didn’t want to believe he would kill me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t smother that illogical speck of trust.” She pauses, flipping the page, scrunching up her nose. “Ew, straight sex. I don’t wanna read that stuff.” She flips through a few more pages before finding a new place to start as you laugh at her reaction. “Ah, here we go. Soft popping sounds echoed in my ears, and a blurry black framed my vision. I tried to fill my lungs, but it was like the air had disappeared.”

Your hand trails from the middle of her chest, slowly down to the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitches as you start lazily stroking up her inner thigh. “Keep going, love.” You say, your fingers getting ever so close to her panty-clad cunt. “T-the world tilted, and Patch slipped sideways in my vision.” A small moan escapes her mouth as you slowly start running your thumb from her clit to her entrance through the thin sheet of fabric covering her. Grinning, as she tries to regain her composure, you hook your fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs.

Repositioning yourself in between her legs, you begin to lay kisses along the inside of her thigh. “Keep reading love, be a good girl for me.” You murmur, licking up her thigh, sucking the sensitive skin into your mouth. Taking a deep breath, she continues. “I flattened my hand to the wall to steady my balance. The deeper- Mmnhh fuck, Y/N!” Her head goes flying back as you lay a gentle kiss to her clit, teasing her entrance with two fingers, feeling her juices coat your hand.

“Somehow I don’t think those are the words baby. Though they do sound divine coming from you.” You murmur, a smile on your face as your lips brushing gently over her clit with each word, making her whimper. “Y/N, please, I need you.” She begs and how could you deny such a request? Taking the book from her hand, you close it, placing it away from her as you grab at her shirt. “Off. Now.” You say before pressing your tongue firm against her clit, flicking your tongue up and down over the sensitive mound. Sitting up, she pulls her shirt over head and it gets sent flying off somewhere in the general direction of the floor. Quickly plunging two fingers inside of her, she arches her back off the bed, letting off a string of heavenly moans. You take the opportunity to reach your free hand under her back, unclasping her bra in one swift hand motion. Your arm swoops under her thigh, lifting it up over your shoulder giving you deeper access to her dripping cunt. Curling your fingers inside her, you grin as her legs jerk from the depth of them.

Slowly drawing your fingers out, you plunge them back in as your tongue continues to pick up speed on her clit, switching between licking and sucking. Your free hand reaches up her body to intertwine with her hand that was desperately grasping at the sheets until her knuckles were white. Her other hand reaches down and tangles itself in your hair, pushing you further into her. Your eyes flick up her body as your tongue continues pleasuring her sensitive mound, your right hand curling in and out of her soaking cunt, your left hand switching its attention between each of her nipples. The heavenly gasps and moans she let out were too much. “Look at me.” You growl, dramatically increasing the pace of your fingers inside her. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, her legs starting to tremble. She was close, her eyes begging for just that little bit more. Bringing her clit into your mouth, you suck on it, moaning. The vibrations on her clit were too much and she came undone over your tongue, your name falling off her lips in a pleasured scream as her thighs squeeze around your ears, shaking uncontrollably. Her hand in your hair tries to pull your head away. Completely unfazed, you continue sucking on her clit, your fingers working her up to another orgasm. “Y/N please, I can’t.”

Removing your hand from her breasts, you grasp her hand. “Yes you can darling, just breathe and relax. I’ve got you.” Your hand gives hers a comforting squeeze, your thumb gently rubbing over the back of her hand as her legs start trembling again. “Good girl, you can cum on the count of three, baby. One…” You bring her clit into your mouth, gently sucking on it, earning a string of whimpers and moans. “Two…” Your fingers push inside her, twisting against her sweet spot. “Y/N, please.” She whimpers. On three, you replace your mouth on her clit with your palm from the fingers pumping in and out of her, gently nipping at the inside of her thigh. “Oh, Y/N!” A guttural moan escapes her as her entire body jerks, her pussy clenching tightly around your fingers. Her chest rises heavily as you slow everything down, helping her ride out her high. She could swear she was seeing stars as the familiar lightheaded feeling rushes through her veins.

“That's my good girl. You look so gorgeous, Riss.” Slowly, you slide your fingers out of her over-sensitive hole. Taking each of your fingers in your mouth, you slowly suck off her juices. “You taste so good my love.” You say, leaning forward to brush your lips over hers. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to grab a few things, ok?” She nods, still unable to form words, her body still sensitive from its high. You grab a glass from the kitchen, filling it up with water before walking into the bathroom, you run a small towel under the water, squeezing out the excess liquid before returning to her. She gratefully accepts the glass of water, you brush her sweat covered hair out of her eyes, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. You recenter yourself between her legs, making her eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?”

“It’s ok baby, I’m just cleaning you up. No more, I know you’re sensitive, you did so well for me, my love.” She gasps as the cold towel touches her skin, gently wiping away the liquid leaking down her thighs. You place another soft kiss against her thigh, getting up to put the towel in the washing basket before returning to her. You turn off the bedside lamp as you lean over her, shutting the curtains. Getting into bed with her, she pushes herself against you making you chuckle. “Come here, my love.” She lies with her head on your chest, your hand stroking through her hair, placing the occasional kiss on her forehead as you shower her with compliments.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before.” She shyly admits. “What? Aftercare?” You ask, your heart dropping as she nods. “Love, I’m so sorry. You should always have aftercare after sex.” You say, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her body closer to yours. “Is there anything else you need?” You whisper, your hand returning to her head, gently massaging her scalp. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me darling, I will always make sure you’re taken care of afterwards. Now try to get some sleep, you have work tomorrow.” You murmur as she nods against your chest, letting out a yawn as you smile. “You deserve the world and more Riss.” You quietly say as she drifts off to sleep. It’s only then that you allow yourself to sleep, holding her in your arms as both of your soft snores fill the room.

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #woman x woman #nevermore #forbidden romance #forbidden love

[wolfnanaki]

What Happened To Me Yesterday

Figured I might as well catch people up, since this all went down on 4chan and Twitter. Some nasty words are said so tread lightly.

I used to frequent 4chan in my younger years, and just by happenstance, I was scrolling through their /co/ Comics and Cartoons board yesterday during some casual off time between job hunting. I saw a Helluva Boss thread, and within it, some people have developed a conspiracy theory regarding Loona.

If you're a fan of Helluva Boss, you'll recognize that in the past three episodes of season 2, Loona, one of the most popular characters in the show, has had no speaking roles. People attributed to this being because of the death of her partner a few years back, but Erica Lindbeck, her voice actress, confirmed this to not be the case, so there was still heavy speculation. And a few days ago, Erica was harassed by AI bros after she requested a video using an AI replication of her voice to be taken down; the harassment got so bad that Erica deactivated her Twitter.

Anyway, 4chan users concocted a conspiracy theory stating that: Vivziepop's funds were being bled dry by changes to Hazbin Hotel requested by A24, Erica recognized how popular Loona is and was demanding higher pay, and Viv was retaliating by cutting her out of the show and is trying to replace her, either with an AI replication or a new, cheaper VA. A Loonaspiracy.

(Ah yes, A24, famous for "family friendly" content like Hereditary, Midsommar, The Witch, and Ex Machina. Trying to make a show about demons more family oriented. Right.)

It was so on-its-face ridiculous that I took a screencap of the posts and I posted them on Twitter so I could laugh at them with a few of my friends and maybe some other Helluva Boss fans.

What I did not count on was Viv herself responding.

Viv then went on to start a separate thread about the topic and cleared up the misinformation and conspiracy theory. Because season 2 is longer than season 1, all the episodes had a tighter budget and therefore, they didn't have Loona speak in every episode to save costs. This is an independently funded show, after all.

So anyway, my phone notifications start blowing up with people liking/retweeting/replying to my tweet, and my tweets get shared on 4chan. The response was not great.

Why am I showing you this?

Because I think it illustrates an incredibly important point. These people believed so hard in an obviously bullshit conspiracy that when confronted with the truth, they'd rather attack a marginalized person than admit they were wrong.

This is no different from how almost all conservatives act.

There are people who cannot - and will not - be convinced their beliefs are wrong, even when the truth is in front of them. You cannot convince these kinds of people to stop being racist, sexist, queerphobic, or whatever. They are told their actions and beliefs are evil, and their response is "Evil will have to do."

Don't waste your breath praying they become better people or trying to convince them to change. The best things you can do are to stay away from them if you can, but step in and protect the people they're trying to harm.

And as for 4chan... just stay away, lmao. There's nothing of value there, except maybe a life lesson of how not to be.

#Nanaki's Life #4chan #Vivziepop #Helluva Boss #transphobia #transgender #Twitter

[romanoffsbish]

A Chance Encounter: Unwanted Attention

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Scarlett Johansson x John Doe (Ex)

Jess Valdez(GN!OC) x Fem!Reader (Ex)

Battle of the Exes (Previous)

Warnings: Alcoholism, Biphobic Title, Heavy Grief, Messy Tabloids, Messy Ex.

Smut: Quickie—Thigh riding(R), Teasing.

The following morning you woke up with your head aching, and your phone nonstop pinging. Scarlett stayed the night, holding you close, and leaving you in the dark so that you'd sleep. The sheets beside you were crumpled, but still warm, your tired eyes flitted over to the clock, panic began to fill you as the time read 10am. Angie always woke up at 8am, and you're more than certain Scarlett is tending to her for you.

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Checking your phone next your eyes roam over the hundreds of notifications, something your used to as a social media manager, but never have you experienced it on your personal cell.

-50+ missed calls-

~ Y/N/N, long time no see, but wtf is this? *link* ~

•Jesus, Y/N, I know Jess messed up, but to move on so publicly before the signed paper's were even dry is messed up. My precious granddaughter deserves better than that!•

*Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen... Please call me back*

*I tried to stop it... They wouldn't listen, I did it when I was drunk and incredibly angry.*

You ignored Jess's pleas, and instead opened the text from one of your nosy neighbors, clicking the link and gasping at the site.

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Scarlett Johansson—Hollywood's Sweetheart: Went from Home Wrecked to Home Wrecker

Hollywood's Golden Girl: Scarlett Johansson, recently divorced from John Doe after finding he'd cheated on her with his assistant the entirety of her pregnancy, has found herself amidst a slurry of similar claims with a young online mogul—Y/N Y/L/N, who works behind the scenes of many internet brands.

Y/N Y/L/N, legally known as Valdez, is in the middle of a heartbreaking divorce herself, and it seems Scarlett couldn't wait to sink her teeth into the mess that was this young girls heart. It had appeared that Y/N, and Jess Valdez—her spouse, were headed towards a possible reconciliation until the actress shoved herself into the mix. Allegedly preying upon Y/N in her most vulnerable of times after the loss of her precious son—Joshua Valdez.

(Please enjoy this photo of my Josh ❤️)

The Valdez's lost their precious boy October 14th, 2019, in a tragic accident at his school. He died not to long after a fatal blow to his head, and it left the entire family, and their local community distraught. The tragic loss led to a mountain of problems for the couple to face, leading into their prolonged separation, and subsequent divorce.

Jess was heartbroken to say the least upon finding the divorce papers on their desk one morning, and to then see their wife moving on with another so quickly after had only made it that much harder to bare. Jess has made it clear that they're not absolutely innocent, and that they've made their share of mistakes, but none they deemed worthy of such occurrences.

Scarlett and Y/N have been seen out in public, engaging in what appears to be picture perfect familial outings, and Jess fears it's confusing their shared daughter to partake. Jess came to us at the Cosmopolitan with the first access into this heartbreaking story, with the pleas that all those involved in this story will come to their senses, and fulfill their roles.

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Scarlett Johansson's ex John Doe has shared his statement as well:

Last updated: December 20, 2021–8:03AM; more updates to come.

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Your heart rapidly pounded in your chest, reverberating off your ribs and traveling to every which place one can feel such a thing. The article was making you feel nauseous, the many intimate photos taken of you, and your current lover not even the worst of them, as some of them included the faces of the kids, the innocent little babies who are being mixed up into a fight that was only ever one sided.

Jess not only humiliated you through this article of misinformation, but they used the memory and image of your late son to do it.

Did they think this would win you over?

That their pathetic attempts at showcasing their heartbreak, the one they themselves caused with years of created distance, and the bouts of home wrecking they themselves partook in. As if anything they said was true.

Your body wracked with sobs, bitterness gnawing at your very being for ever giving them the chance at redemption, for believing that the love you once shared was strong enough to repair the initial friendship for the sake of your daughters peace.

Soft giggles just outside the door thankfully caught your attention, you dropped your phone, then skillfully wiped away the fallen tears just in time for your daughters bright form to come barreling in and into your bed.

"Mama!! Scarlett and I made you breakfast! She told me you were tired so we let you sleep in, and then she helped me make you waffles because they're your favorite—right mama?"

Scarlett saw the tear tracks, coupled with the upside down phone and her heart broke seeing that you'd seen one of the many articles she'd wanted to shield you from ever viewing.

"Oh angel, you're just so good to mama, thank you so much."

"Scarlett too!"

"Yes, Scarlett too, she's very good to mama. Thanks honey." You coo, hand gently running down your daughters back, while your sad eyes looked up to your lover, hopeful that she understands just how sorry you were.

Angie tightened her arms around your neck, nuzzling deep into your hold like she did every morning while Scarlett took the spot just before you, settling the tray to the side while trying to silently reassure you that it would all be okay, her hand gently taking your own, and stroking her thumb over the thin layer of skin.

"Angel, do you think you can do mama a favor?"

"Anything!" She mumbles into your shirt, and a ghost of a smile forms on your face at the tickling sensation.

"Can you go get your shower? We're going out today, and I can't have you stinking." You playfully request, feeling as she gasped against your shirt before pushing back from you.

"Mama! I do not stink!"

You giggled as she playfully crawled off of you and to both of your surprise she settled into Scarlett's lap, and the blonde was quick to accept the affection.

"Mama's being a meanie.."

"Oh sweet girl, I'm sorry your mama's being a meanie... I think you smell perfectly fine."

"Scarlett's my new favorite now!" She squeals, then turns to glare at you, causing you to nearly choke over the forkful of waffles.

"Go get your shower stinky." You tease, sticking your tongue out for good measure.

She huffs, but runs out of the room like the obedient little one she is, and as soon as the waters running so are your tears, and Scarlett scoots closer to pull you into her chest.

"It's going to be okay Y/N, I scheduled an interview for tomorrow night on Jimmy Fallon to sort all of this out, I'll clear your name honey; John released a statement on his socials, and in it he stuck up for us. Jess is going to look like a fool after this for hurting you, I promised you I'd protect you, and I clearly failed you here."

Your stomach twisted as she kept on talking, the blame she placed upon herself as if she'd had the control over Jess's impulsive nature.

"Scarlett, th-this isn't your fault, and I'm the one who should be sorry... They tarnished your name, your reputation, and they fucking took pictures of us and spread them, ones with the kids in them. I know how important that anonymity is to you, and I failed to see them. I'm so sorry... Please don't leave..."

"Oh pretty girl, my name has been tarnished many times, it's not hard to repair it when you learn from your mistakes, or in situations like this bring the actual truth to the forefront. As for the kids, it's just as if paparazzi got the shots, you're not the one who took them. Please, don't be silly, I'm not leaving, Jess thinking this would make me do so is hilarious, with all these games they play I'm still not sure they even understand what they lost with you. Four months with you and I know not to do anything to jeopardize this, this has been better than any relationship I've ever been in prior. You're innocent here, and that's final, actually neither of us should be sorry, only Jess."

"Th-they used Josh's image... They gave them a photo of him for some sympathy card, our fucking son as a pawn in their twisted game..."

"Not that I'm saying forgive them honey, but do remember that grief is truly a sick monster, somewhere in their broken mind they believed what they said. That I somehow preyed upon you, and please believe me when I say those magazines can be pretty manipulative too."

"It changes nothing Scar, they did this to hurt me, lied to a journal to manipulate me into forgiving them for the sake of repairing our irreparably broken family. To hurt you, when all you've done is show me the kindness they always failed to. You didn't take advantage of my grief, you swooped in and helped me to process it, you're ten times the partner they ever were, and I'll be damned to let them treat you so poorly."

"What are you doing honey?"

"Public statement time I guess, going to defend you, and myself before I get work emails from companies dropping me."

Scarlett sadly smiled your way, then both your attentions turned to the door, your daughter hurried over to you and cupped your face in her tiny hands.

"Mama, why are you crying? Did Scarlett be mean to you?" She asks, turning to glare her way in case, but you quickly reassure her.

"Oh no angel, just some grown up business made mama sad is all..."

"I'm sorry mama... Can you braid my hair?"

"I can do it." Scarlett offers, Angie's smile widens, and you sigh appreciatively at the help offered.

"The Black Widow braid?!" She squeals, and Scarlett returns her enthusiasm, guiding her over to your vanity to get to work while you formulate your Instagram post.

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*Can you answer the phone so we can talk? Can I please talk to Angie...? I'm so sorry...*

"Mama! Look, isn't my braid pretty?"

You look up from your phone to see your daughter perched upon Scarlett's hip, with her hair in a beautiful french braid to resemble the one Natasha wore in Endgame.

"It is so pretty baby, come here mama's beautiful angel."

You're quick to catch her in your arms as she jumps down from Scar's hold, squeezing her tightly before whispering something silly into her ear just to hear her sweet giggles.

"Hey, Deda want's to talk to you, do you want to call them right now?"

"Yes please!"

Though you refuse to talk to them, but you won't hold Jess's actions against your own daughter. After you handed her the phone you leave them to have their conversation. Making your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day you failed to notice Scarlett sneaking her way inside with you. She happily observed as you undressed, your sleep shorts and sports bra discarded, and once you were left in only your panties you felt her eyes on you.

"How you feeling honey?" She gently asks, strong arms wrapping around you from behind, chin settling atop your bare shoulder, and you looked up to see her eyes full of genuine concern, glazed over by traces of lust.

"A bit heartbroken but I've said my peace, and now I just wish to live out our Christmas break as planned together."

Scarlett pulled back with an obvious smirk, her hand on your hip was used to spin you around, and your squeals of surprise were muffled by her lips pressing firmly against yours. Planning to tease you she moves her lips against yours with ferocity, gripping your hips she holds you steady while placing her thigh beneath your thinly layered center, barely pulling back she whispers: "I'll make it better honey..." then with her tight hold on your hips she rolls your warm cunt against her bare thigh.

Her tongue slips into your mouth as you gasp at the dizzying feeling, she continues to swallow your moans while sliding you across her soft skin to build you up steadily. Never really stopping her ministrations, even when your lips struggle to keep up with her own. With a quick flex of her thigh she is rewarded with your strangled moans, and a slick drenched thigh.

"Fucking hell honey, you're so hot when you fall apart for me..."

She leans back in, continuing to kiss you softly, leaning your body back against the counter, her soft fingers trailing down from your hip to her own thigh, collecting your sticky arousal from her leg she then pulls back, lifting her fingers up into her mouth and moaning as your taste rolls across her tastebuds.

She slowly opens her blown out eyes to see you staring back at her through a glazed over set. Teasingly she bites her lip, leaning in for a bruising kiss that ends all too suddenly leading you to whimper as you chased her lips, she winks at you as she completely pulls back from your body and gives you a final look over.

"Sounds perfect to me love, now how about you take that shower so that we can dirty girl..." She muses, slipping out of the bathroom door just as fast as you came, chuckling maniacally as she leaves you a panting mess, surrounded by billows of steam, and mind foggy with need.

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When you reenter your room you find Scarlett holding a distraught Angie, then without a word she holds your phone up to you.

*Checking myself into rehab for my drinking... I told Angie that I'll be gone for awhile and that I'm sorry; I wanted to do the same for you but I know it won't mean much to you now. I promise to return to you a better coparent, I'll love you forever Y/N, even if you're no longer mine. I understand now just how much my actions truly led us to ruin...*

It's true what they say—when it rains, it pours. You hurriedly exit the room to call them, but it's to no avail as it goes straight to voicemail. Another set of attempts ends the same, and you realize you're now alone—and it fucking hurts. Which pisses you off even more because after everything they shouldn't have a hold on you. It's just that, no matter how bad it's gotten, with the missed weekends, and even now with this media fiasco you never truly felt alone.

Knowing that if you'd called in need they'd have shown up, but now that's not the case. They made a unilateral decision to abandon you, leaving you with your daughter without so much as a timeframe, and in a mess they made. To face the unforgiving world after dropping such a bombshell on your unsuspecting lives, but still, you feel a sort of happiness knowing that they are taking care of themselves for your daughter's sake.

No amount of distance, tragedy or separation could ever make you stop loving them either. They were your first love; the whirlwind college romance that followed you into your young adulthood, giving you the life you believed you could only ever dream of, but sadly that love didn't stand the test of time.

Playing the blame game as you will, in the end it gets you nowhere, so like it always goes, it's up to you to extend this final olive branch, they were always too prideful to do it themselves. Their current openness in going into rehab is a shocking feat, so if they won't answer the phone, you'll send them off with a cryptic post.

You remain in the hallways for a moments time, long enough to see your post receiving interactions; seeing that they liked the post is truly bittersweet, knowing that they're still on your side, but is also unable to face you truly pains you. That they'd been suffering all this time with such a devastating form of coping, and left you in the dark is enough to almost make you mad again, but you're too tired.

As you trudge your way upstairs your previous motivations for a fun day in the city are gone. Every step proves harder than the last, and the idea of a nap begins to consume your mind. Entering the room you notice Angie had the same idea because her soft snores are the first thing you hear.

"Can we just order takeout, and watch Christmas movies?"

Scarlett smiles up at you at the sound of your tired voice, pulling her gaze from staring at your daughters peaceful face that's lying against her chest, and your heart honestly skips a beat at the sight of your two favorite girls bonding so well.

You settle down beside her in the bed, guiding her face to yours by the way of your fingers on her chin; leaning your forehead to hers for some much needed comfort.

"How about you take over for our resident cuddle bug, and I'll pick up food on my way back here with the kids?"

Scarlett's fingers leave your daughters back in favor of cupping your cheek, slowly shifting to settle behind your neck to pull you forward and into her for a sweet kiss.

"Sounds perfect..." You whisper against her lips, then use gentle hands to move your napping daughter over to your own lap, settling into the mattress as the bed shifts without Scarlett's weight, and your eyes slowly close as your daughters warmth works to comfort you.

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"Y/N! Are you sure you got the kids?"

"Yes Scar, now hurry along so that you can come right back..."

"So clingy.." She teases, but her soft eyes betray her, and her lips gently pressing to yours seals the deal that she's on the same page here.

Scarlett walks out the door with shouted goodbyes, and you settle the household in preparation of her incoming live interview. Carson was playing in his jumper, the girls were upstairs listening to music, and you were preparing tonight's dinner when your phone ringing pulled your attention.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, it's Papa Valdez."

"Hey Henry, how can I help you?"

"Well, I'd like to apologize for my comments, I'd failed to realize Jess had started it, and as you know they've ended up in a six month program at New York's finest rehab center. They'd really kept all of us in the dark here..."

Carson's soft grunts travel into the kitchen, warning you of an incoming meltdown if you don't get to him shortly, so you move to end this already awkward phone call.

"Yeah, they sure did Henry. Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm currently tending to three kids and have no time for a long winded conversation, I could call you back later if that's what you need."

Henry's booming voice was quick to shush you, so you held the phone to your shoulder with your ear and began to make him a bottle, listening as best you could to the elder mans ramblings while also throwing the slow bake casserole on.

"Oh, no honey, I'll be quick here. I just wanted to apologize, and in doing so offer up mine, and Luisa's services. Jess was so worried about leaving you alone when I checked them in yesterday, but I reassured them you'd be fine. So, would us having Angie every third weekend of the month be okay?"

"Of course, Angie would really love that, thank you so much."

"You're always going to be family Y/N, this is just what you do for family, I'll be in touch later about Jess's rehab program."

"Thanks again Henry, I'll talk to you later."

As you hang up the phone you lift the tired baby out of his seat, his face rubbing against your shoulder in a pleading manner. Settling yourself into the recliner you click the tv onto the right channel, and get Carson comfortable, holding the bottle up for him to grab onto, but his tired eyes brimming with tears tells you he's beyond the point of self-service.

Once he latches onto the nipple you lightly brush some hair from his face, and begin to trace your fingers over the bridge of his nose to help him on his journey into nap time. Within the five minutes it takes for Jimmy to get through his introductions Carson's passed out, the loud pop of his lips relinquishing their hold on the bottle evidence of that, and your eyes shift to the screen at the sound of your lovers name.

"Scarlett Johansson! Long time no see my dearest friend." The host greets as Scarlett takes her space up besides his desk.

"Hey Jimmy, it sure has been awhile, and honestly I wish to have been here under better circumstances." She smoothly eases into the topic of the night.

"Yeah, I see that you're already off the market, that seems to have shocked the world a bit."

"To be fair here I was never really on it, I was freshly divorced, and had been in the bitter phase where I was ready to swear off love. Then I met Y/N, and turns out Riley had already been smitten with her, and then Carson had all but claimed her as his own at the park. I learned fairly quickly that it's incredibly hard not to fall for the woman, she's a charmer."

"This alleged controversy has labeled you a home wrecker, and I'd love to help you to dispel this if at all possible."

"Y/N and I bonded over a shared story of failed marriages, her story isn't mine to tell, but for rumors sake it's important to know she was completely single. Legally, emotionally, and physically she'd been on her own for six months by the time we had met. The honest truth is it was just a chance encounter that turned into something incredibly magical."

"I'm so happy to hear that Scarlett, finding love amidst immense adversary is definitely a blessing. Now, our time is running out, but I'm here to ask you a final question."

Scarlett nodded in silent agreement, her faith at an all time high with her long time friend.

"Do you have any understanding on as to why Jess took such a drastic approach here? Do we think that it could be tied into why they were seen checking into a rehabilitation center this morning?" Jimmy asks, though he hides it well you can still see his visible discomfort with the scripted question.

Scarlett's facade nearly crumbles as well, but as the A-list actress that she is she manages to pull it together, offering as passive an answer as one can give to the question at hand.

"Well Jimmy , I can't speak for Jess as it's truly not my place to do so, but I can offer my loose thoughts. Grief is never cut and dry, it's messy, it's painful, and in this case it's everlasting. The aforementioned party was going through a lot, and I hold no malicious judgement on how they handled themselves here. My only role in this situation is to protect Y/N from the world I chose to live in, and that she got thrown into. Hopefully everyone will respect the privacy we'd been able to maintain up until this point, and furthermore that the media will leave the children out of it."

"Beautifully said Scarlett, always the classiest, thank you for joining us tonight."

"Thank you again for having me Jimmy, and allowing me this opportunity to clear this up." She concludes with a perfected smile, and a wave to the off stage camera before the screen fades into infomercials that you quickly mute.

"Your mommy's a saint."  You sigh out to the unknowing infant, placing a kiss to his chubby cheek as you shift his slumped body into his playpen then moving to make yourself useful.

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Intentions mean nothing in the grand scheme of things when you're faced with the brutal consequences of another's actions anyways. Your posts calmed the bulk of Scarlett's fans, her interview calming the rest, but to your clear misfortune the media found you fascinating even after a months time.

The photos of you alone at the park on days where solitude was what you craved would be blasted across the different media outlets with varying claims, usually about how "sad" you were, when you were honestly anything but. Sure, you had your moments of sorrow, how could you not with the way the world had been treating you, and with your ex's predicament. Deep down though you were happy, your daughter was doing well, you had a girlfriend who doted over you, and her kids were slowly becoming extensions of you.

You quickly learned that nowhere was off limits to them, your daughters gymnastics class, your midnight runs to Taco Bell, it was as if they slept in an RV at the end of your street.

Going grocery shopping, something you'd always done with no problem has turned into a fashion runway with the photo shoot to boot. Every crease of your face as you surveyed the pasta sauces you potentially wanted was posted to the internet and intensely analyzed for false evidence of make believe problems.

Nothing either of you said, or did could seem to quell the tabloids, and their absurd claims, stories of all sorts being thrown together rather baselessly.

"Y/N Y/L/N—Abandoned? Manipulated? Insight into her truly tragic story. "

"Jess Valdez, Estranged Spouse of Y/N Y/L/N spotted checking into rehab—Abandoning the child that remains?"

"What Really Happened? An Insider Reveals to TMZ the Downfall of Y/N and Jess Valdez!"

"Will Y/N and Scarlett Johansson last?—Scarlett's Long History of Dating Men."

"Trouble in Paradise? Scarlett Johansson spotted getting lunch with Chris Evans."

The invasive, and absolutely offensive articles had honestly become the least of your worries. The whispers at your joint daughters school amongst the PTA moms was what really got to you, because their innocent kids were caught in the cross fire, and without ill intent they would put you on blast in the classrooms.

"Miss Y/N, you're not a bad mama, Angie even told me so. The TV's just silly..."

"Miss Y/N, what's a slut? My mom callded you that last night when she was on the phone."

"Miss Y/N, I think you should break up with the Black Widow, my dada says you aren't good enough for her."

Your sanity personified was merely a thread of mucked up floss. The only solace you found was in your lover, and your collective brood... The kids worked extra hard most days just to make you crack a smile, and Scarlett held you in her arms most nights as you sobbed, much like tonight.

"Honey, I think it's best you take some time off from the school aiding, this isn't healthy..." She gently suggests, heart absolutely breaking with every tear of yours that soaks through her shirt.

"I-I can't do that to them, they don't know any better, and so many of them depend on me... Like Julie, she needs me there to fend off the bullies, Joshua always did, so it's only fair I do. Then there's the Spencer twins, their mom is barely making ends meet as it is on her own, I help to keep them fed, and I also tutor them. Nathaniel, the sweetest kid alive, I let him talk my ear off every lunchtime because I know he struggles to make friends, and that his dad also has struggled to connect with him ever since Lily died last year. They all need me..."

"Oh sweetheart, you never told me just how much you actually do, but of course you do. You have such a big heart, it's one of your greatest assets, but right now it's a hinderance. There's absolutely no reason you have to keep breaking yourself to do it all. Take the next month off, I promise I'll take over for you."

"No, Scar you can't do that, it's not fair for—."

Scarlett presses her lips to yours in a silent request for you to give in, and for a brief moment you do, sighing against her lips, and allowing her the access to explore your mouth while her hands do a bit of their own exploring. When she has you where she wants you she finally pulls back, knowing she has the silence needed to convince you to take care of yourself.

"It's more than fair honey, you desperately deserve a break, and I have no current projects. So I'll take care of everyone, honestly my ear is open to any kid in need, they're so much better than adults anyways. Leave me a detailed list of everyone with their specific needs and I'll tend to them just as you do."

"I-I don't know Scar, it's a long list and I don't want you to resent me with the hefty workload that comes with volunteering as me."

"There's no reason you can't have this moment to breathe, because the last thing these kids need is to see their favorite person eventually crumbling in front of them. This isn't me asking you Y/N, this is me telling you as someone who cares about you beyond measurable reason that you need to step back. Please just think about it..."

You know she's right, so you chose to give up the fight, mumbling a quiet 'ok, I'll do it' before further melting into her and accepting exhaustions sweet embrace.

——

After a long three months your story was finally old news, as some five other celebrity couples found themselves amidst horrible breakup's—a bit of Spring cleaning if you will; April showers brings May flowers the current mantra holding an entirely new meaning. Though you did hurt for them you couldn't help but to thank them within the same breath.

To many's total shock you'd yet to return to the aide position, and Scarlett hadn't minded, she was quite enjoying the break from Hollywood roles. Now that you could breathe again you were focused on finding a nice balance between your work, your relationship, and apparently you were meant to rebuild your broken family through rehab facilitated counseling that you'd obviously been reluctant to partake in.

Had it not been for your daughter you'd have said no, but Angie had been so excited to see her Deda that you found yourself feeling a bit excited for her yourself. Watching their tearful reunion brought tears to your eyes as well, and reaffirmed your decision to give it one last go. Jess had looked ready to hug you too, but after clearly battling within themselves they sided with a loose handshake that you met with an awkward smile before joining them in a session that was meant to establish goals / set clear boundaries for their release in three months.

•Monthly family events with partners also incorporated, IE: Bowling, Park, etc.•

•Never bring a fight to the internet again, and leave Angie unscathed by any arguments.•

•No showing up unannounced—No canceling last minute on your nights—No calling whenever you want.•

•Consistency, and a reevaluation of the current verbal custody agreement.•

•Learn to accept each other's future partners.•

Once a rough outline was set in place the man dismissed the both of you, but Jess was antsy when they saw you heading for the door.

"Y/N..."

Without a word you turned to them, allowing them the chance to say their peace so that you could leave, your daughter already gone as the family counselor took her to the front desk to pick a lollipop from the selection of dum-dums.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry.. I never in a million years thought we'd be where we are now, in this clinical setting, fighting to just be able to get along again. Nor that I'd have been stupid enough to run you off and into another's arms. Every decision I made led to catastrophe, and I hate so much that I allowed myself to treat you so poorly, you never deserved that. Truly, you were the woman of my dreams and I took you, and our family for granted..."

Again, you said nothing, because if you allowed yourself to respond you don't think you'd stop. The words you want to say would be fueled by unresolved pain that you yourself need to handle. They're in rehab, taking the steps to be better, and you're not going to tear them down. Instead, you offer them a sad smile, then begin to dig through your bag in search of something.

Eventually you find the envelope, ignoring their perplexed expression, and watching as they open it up. The contents spill onto the table, their breath hitches at the collection of items, then there body wracks with sobs at your gesture. A shaky hand holds the family photo close to their heart while the other opens up the folded paper to see a drawing Angie recently made of your family—Josh as an angel hovering above the three of you with a wide smile, and the bittersweet spacing between your bodies a clear reminder of the new normal.

"Thank you..." They whisper out, finger gently tracing over the laminated Squirtle Pokémon card, then shifting their broken gaze over to face you, and smiling sadly.

"I'm really proud of you Jess." You manage to force out over the lump in your throat, then you step out of the suffocating room, wiping your tears away before setting off to find your daughter.

As you rounded the corner a tiny body was quick to collide with yours.

"Mama!! Look! I got a bubblegum lollipop, then he said since I was so polite that I could get one for everyone at home. I got you a root-beer since it's your favorite, Ri-Ri a cotton candy, cherry for Scar, and I even got Carson one too. Is it time to go home yet?"

"You're so sweet, thank you, and yes—it's time to go home angel."

—

Upon entering Scarlett's house it was oddly quiet, then you heard a loud set of squeals, turning to the left to see the perpetrators bright green eyes on you, and hands clapping wildly.

"Ma-ma-ma..."

The innocent babbles warmed your heart, and you immediately moved to take the infant from his high chair, snuggling him close and placing kisses to the entirety of his chubby face. You failed to see the way your daughters face had dropped, but Scarlett could see the obvious meltdown arising. With quick hands she caught the teddy bear before it could startle the infant, and it was then that you caught on to the drastic mood drop.

"Angelina Marguerite Valdez! We don't throw things at the baby! Why did you do that?!"

"You're my mama! Not his!" She seethes, and your body freezes at the obvious anger, flashbacks of your fights with Jess plaguing your mind.

Carson immediately begins to wail at the heightened atmosphere, and your focused in on getting him to stop his crying, everything all of a sudden becoming overwhelming.

"Do you not want me anymore?" She whimpers in question, successful in shattering your heart, but before you could even respond she was up the stairs and a door was being slammed.

Scarlett stops you from running after her by embracing you and Carson in her strong arms.

"Hey, hey, honey calm down... Give her a few minutes to have her feelings, then go up there and help her through this. This was bound to happen sooner or later my sweets." Scarlett says, placing a kiss to your forehead, gently swaying your conjoined bodies until the babies settled in your hold.

After a painfully long twenty minutes you make your way up to your daughter, her loud sniffles seeping through the cracked door, and you peek in to see Riley sat in her bed holding her close. The blonde carbon copy of her mother notices you, her stare was hardened, but her tiny hand ushered you into the room.

"Angel..."

Angie's head lifts up from Riley's shoulder, eyes rimmed red, and lip uncontrollably trembling as she reaches out to you with a cry of your title, "Mama?"

"I'm here angel, mama's right here..." You coo, lifting her off of Riley's lap, her tiny body clings to you desperately, and you tighten your hold.

Riley lightly slaps your leg as she exits, and though she's mad at you it makes your heart happy to know just how protective of your daughter she is.

"Mama... I'm sowwy.." She cries, her lisp prominent in her saddened state, and your stomach twists with guilt as she just cries.

"Angel, it's okay... Can you please tell mama what really made you that mad?" You ask while taking a seat on her bed, honestly confused at her earlier outburst, because she's never been jealous of the kids at school who slip out a 'mama' every once in awhile.

"I'm scared." She says, body trembling like crazy in your hold.

"Scared of what my little love?"

"Josh's gone, now is Deda, and I just don't wanna lose you too. You're my mama..."

"Josh will always be in your heart my girl. Deda's not gone baby, they're just sick and getting help. Mama's not going anywhere! There's nothing to be scared of honey..."

"Is Carson my new brother then?"

"Well, not exactly, but maybe one day he could be... Would you want that? Is that okay?"

You and Scarlett are going on eight months now, and though neither of you are rushing to the altar it's definitely been a topic of delirious late night discussions. More so a topic of your own dreams, and if one was to ask Scarlett she'd confirm it's all she's really thought about since your first 'I love you's' were uttered.

"What if I forget him mama? What if I let Carson be my new brother and forget Josh?!"

Angie's sudden question brings you back to the moment, making you realize the real reason behind her outbursts, and your heart aches at the obvious guilt consuming your daughter.

"Oh you silly girl... I promise you'll never forget him, I'll make sure Josh's memory lasts on in you heart forever."

"Promise?" She whispers, pinky lifted in anticipation, "Promise!" you repeat, linking your pinky with her own and sealing it with a kiss, then proceeding to drop a plethora of kisses to her face until her cries fade into giggles, or more like pleads for you to stop.

"All better then?" You ask, and she nods against your shoulder before gasping.

"Wait, mama, if Carson's maybe going to be my brother, does that mean Riley will finally be my sister? Ooh. Will Scarlett be my mommy?"

"Slow down angel... I can't say yes to that yet, but I do hope the answer will be yes one day."

"Me too!" She shrieks, then hugs you tightly, and you cradle her tightly as you lift both of you up to head down for dinner.

Scarlett scurries down the stairs once she hears the door creaking open, she'd only even been up there to grab her phone off the charging dock in your room, but once she heard you ask if she'd be okay with Carson as her brother she felt drawn to find out the answers to the questions that resided in her heart.

As you entered the kitchen you settled Angie down, and the first thing she did was run over to hug Scarlett's legs while she was stood at the stove.

"Oh, careful there little one." Scarlett coos with a wide smile, effortlessly pulling your far too big girl up and settling her onto her hip.

The adorable interaction made you even more sure that she was it for you, and unbeknownst to you it was having the same effect on her.

—

That night you and Scarlett decided to read the kids a bedtime story together in Riley's room. Riley was on the top bunk, Angie on the bottom, and Carson was sat in your lap. Scarlett was acting out the silly story as you read it out, putting her training to good use, and the girls were absolutely eating it up.

The sounds of their giggles spurring on the one's of the toddlers in your lap. In the end the story was long forgotten when Scarlett had attempted a somersault in the tiny space in the name of show business, and you were laughing so hard you found yourself gasping for air.

Once the laughter died down, and Scarlett was confirmed okay you guys got around to tucking the girls in.

"Goodnight Mama... Goodnight Mommy."

Scarlett gasped, but quickly overcame the moment with a shakily whispered goodnight, while her hand sought out your own.

Following up with Carson you cradled him close as he only wanted you to, and Scarlett's smooth voice sang out a medley of lullabies until the one year old finally slumped within your hold. The both of you kissed his cheek at the same time, locking eyes as you do, then as you pulled away you shared a tender kiss right before settling him down for the night. 

"Goodnight Mama," she whispers once your backs hit the mattress, "Goodnight Mommy," you whisper in return, somehow nuzzling your face deeper into her neck.

——

Scarlett hurriedly entered the strikingly white building, heart slamming against her rib cage as what she's doing here finally becomes real, her whole body stilling at the sight of the person sat at the table waiting for her arrival.

"I'd wondered when you'd finally visit me, figured you had to wait until the press died down, but wowza it's been a minute..."

Scarlett rolls her eyes as she moves across the room, hesitantly taking the seat across from your ex, and sending over a pointed glare so they know she means business to which they smirk and throw their hands up in mock surrender. 

"Listen, I'm just pulling your chain here, what is it can I do for you Scarlett?"

Scarlett's hands reflexively wrung out a few times as she prepared herself to say what she came here to, Jess's cocky facade falling as they deduce what's coming, skin crawling with an unhappy anticipation, and their stomach drops once she finally says her truth.

"I want to marry Y/N, and I've come here in the hopes of receiving your blessing."

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7,193 Words

4/5

I went crazy with this one my dudes.

❤️ Kaitlyn 🤪

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

When Thunder Rolls

Summary: A thunderstorm is freaking Y/N out and it's Sheriff Beau to the rescue

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut, the beginnings of oral (m) mostly all fluff.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: So, here's my second attempt at writing for our beloved new Sheriff in town. In my mind this is the same reader from "When Fantasy Pales", but there's nothing saying that has to be the case, and you can read this one on it's own.

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @firefly-graphics

The thunder crashed in a deafening boom mere seconds after the lightning lit up the sky, and you couldn’t help but let out a squeak of fear. You hated thunderstorms, they’d terrified you since you were a little girl and it didn’t matter that you were a grown ass woman now, the power and might of a raging storm still had the ability to send you cowering under your covers.

You lay in bed for twenty minutes listening to the pounding rain, and crashing thunder, your whole body tense and anxious. Every time the lightning sizzled across the sky, lighting up your bedroom, you pulled the blanket a little further up over your face, until you were thoroughly buried.

As you hid beneath your covers, you heard your phone chime out a text notification. You dared to snake your hand out from your hiding spot, groping for your phone on the bedside table. You pulled it to you and as soon as you saw who it was, a giant smile spread across your face.

Beau: Hey beautiful. Are you hiding under your covers?

You: What do you think, Sheriff?

Beau: I think I’m about two minutes out and you should let me come in and keep you safe.

You: Hell yes!

You bounded out of bed and ran to your front door, waiting for him to knock. As soon as you heard his knuckles rap against the wood, you yanked the door open and pulled him in out of the wet.

He was fairly drenched, but he was wearing a long, black rain coat, and his Stetson, so he was mostly dry underneath. You had to shake your head over the fact that he looked every inch the cowboy from an old spaghetti western in his oil slicker and cowboy hat. He’d even donned his worn in, leather cowboy boots. All he was missing were the spurs and the horse hitched up outside.

You pulled his hat and coat off and hung them to dry, making him take off his wet muddy boots too.

He shook his head, scowling with feigned anger. “I don’t know, ma’am, stealin’ a man’s boots, that’s dangerous territory.”

You were about to make a sarcastic quip when another crash of thunder sounded and you let out a tiny shriek and plastered yourself to Beau, your arms wrapped tightly around his trim waist and your face buried in his chest.

“Aw, darlin’.” He cooed, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders. “It’s alright. Didn’t your mama ever tell you thunder was just angels bowling up in heaven?”

You snorted, and kept your face hidden, mostly out of embarrassment now. “Tell them to pick a quieter sport.”

Beau pulled back slightly and placed the knuckle of his right forefinger under your chin to raise it so you were looking at him. “Why don’t I make us a fire, and you pour us a couple whiskeys to warm us, and we’ll just cuddle up on the end of the couch there and I’ll hold you real close till this is all over.”

That sounded like heaven and you stepped out of his arms to do just that.

Within a few minutes you were tucked up beside Beau on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, heavy and reassuring. You sipped at your whiskey and listened to Beau talk about his day. His deep, resonant voice was rich and soothing and as you leaned into him you felt your muscles begin to melt against him.

Every time the sound of thunder cracked through the air, without skipping a beat, or pausing what he was saying, Beau would squeeze you tighter, hold you closer. You were incredibly grateful.

Finally the storm began to abate; the thunder turned to a mere rumble, the lightning stopped its light show, and the rain slowed. You looked up into Beau’s face as he took his final sip of whiskey, a slight grimace there as he swallowed and set down his glass. He was so exceedingly beautiful it almost made your heart hurt. Every time he did something like this for you, without even being asked – every time he took care of you, protected you, made you feel safe, he also made you fall in love with him a little more.

You didn’t want to pressure him into defining your relationship yet, because he was still getting over his divorce. But you knew beyond a doubt that you were in love with him, and if you had your way, you’d grow old with this sexy, loving, good-hearted man.

But you were still a long way from being able to tell him that. So, instead you decided to show him how grateful you were, and just how much you cared about him, and about making him happy too.

You leaned forward to set your glass on the coffee table, and then slid slowly to your knees on the soft carpet, shifting so you were positioned between his long legs. You stared into his eyes as you popped the button on his jeans.

Beau grinned down at you. “Feel better, darlin’?”

You nodded, a slow mischievous smile spreading across your face as you slid his zipper down. “Uh huh.” You licked your lips. “Lemme show you how much I appreciate you helping me through it.”

Beau groaned as you rubbed his hard length through his boxers, and then wrapped your mouth around him, wetting the cotton.

“Unf fuck.” He grunted again as you grabbed for his waistband. “This is gonna make me horny every time the thunder rolls.”

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[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [2]

Heya, welcome back!

I swear writing Chamber dialogue is SO HARD. He's like a greek sculpture in text form, he NEEDS to be perfect in every way shape and form! Also physical, but you know, haha...

Anyway, this one's a bit short, but I might be kinda having some problems irl and I'm trying my best to keep writing. If I suddenly stop posting or my writing starts to lack, now you know why! Sorry in advance!!

❤ฺ·。

Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

It only took a few minutes, and here you were, standing at the entrance to his office. Light peeked through underneath the metal door, but only barely. You felt dread perk up from within.

Knocking would flatten your knuckles, given how dry your soil was. You pressed your fingers against the sensor next to the door, your ‘fingerprints’ being scanned by the machine. Of course, it didn’t allow you entry, but it sent him a notification that someone was outside.

And just as quickly, the door slid open. The scent of his cologne entered your nostrils and easily outweighed the coffee.

“Come in.”

He spoke up, his voice deep and husky. It matched the heavy atmosphere around you. However, not letting this bother you, you simply walked in with your usual smile; coffee in hand.

“Hey, Chamber! Fade wanted me to deliver this to you.”

You found him sitting on his rolling chair. Legs crossed, arms resting on the flat drafting table littered with bright blue schematics, pens, pencils, erasers, and post-it notes. He held a book that he was halfway through. But instead of speaking, he resorted to silently tapped on a specific spot on his table, still reading.

Obeying, the coffee was set just a few inches away from his finger, before you took a few steps back. And still, he remained soundless, hardly even acknowledging you. 

With only a handful the lights turned on, the one that grew more prevalent was the one that sat on his desk. Its strong yellow rays that contrasted the dark setting left you uneasy. It morphed to dread when coupled with his behaviour.

All your time here, Chamber’s never acted this way. Quiet, and relying on gestures. It felt condescending, but then again, he was in the middle of reading something. Right? Or maybe you shouldn’t be giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Just as you thought that, the book slammed shut with a thump, before he set it on the table and turned to face you. Fingers interlaced with a smile, the familiar aura returned with the elegance and subtlety of a bus that ran you over.

“A/N, a pleasure to see you. How have you been?”

Even his tone switched to his usual upbeat one. You crossed your arms, weirded out by the sudden change.

“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

“Ah, pardonne-moi, I was in the middle of reading something. A good book takes me to a different land, I simply cannot help it.” <Ah, forgive me,>

“‘Takes you to a different land’? There’s no way a book can do that. Last time I read, it was like going back to school all over again.”

He politely chuckled, fixing his glasses. 

“Simple, perhaps you have not found the right author.” 

“Did you find the right author?”

“Of course. Konrad Lorenz is a lovely choice if you are interested in animals.”

You peered at his desk, noticing that he was indeed reading a book by whoever the hell that man was. But Chamber, the suave marksman reading about animals? You thought he was reading about guns, funnily enough.

“You like animals?”

“Oui, I find them helpful for– to unwind. After a long day… incredibly therapeutic, if I do say so myself.” <Yes,>

Chamber uses animals to unwind? He could’ve told you that he was the president of America and you would’ve been less shocked. But the idea of him scrolling through pictures of cute puppies at three in the morning was hilarious. You stared at him for a moment, before shrugging.

“I’m good, watching documentaries is more fun. You could see them instead of reading them, right? And what else?”

“Perhaps. Have you tried reading up on soil? That could be beneficial.”

You stifled a giggle in fear of coming off as rude.

“Having dirt powers doesn’t make me care about it. If I had a choice, it would def be something like Jett. Wind’s more awesome.”

“I see. My point still stands.”

“I’m good.”

He smiled. The lights above him bounced off of his golden tattoos once he slightly shifted, giving it a hypnotising shimmer.

“Is that so? By chance, I do know a little about it. You could use lighter weapons with less recoil so it does not break up your fingers. And perhaps make clay out of your arms and make it stick together. Ah, I digress. You seem disinterested.”

“Wait! Wait, uh–”

Just as he turned to his desk to grab his book, you stopped him in his tracks. Though he wasn't looking at you now, you could sense him waiting for you to continue.

Fade told you to give him the coffee and leave, but… the conversation was getting pretty interesting. He’s giving you free important tips, it would be moronic to pass them up. 

You awkwardly smiled, playing with your auburn side braid. 

“Now that I think about it, dirt suddenly sounds really interesting when you explain it… so, anything else?”

He deeply chuckled to himself.

Oh, that's cute.

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[monacodaydreaming]

Against All Odds | Part One

The continuous stream of notifications and the dull light of your phone screen pulled you from your sleep. You blinked your eyes a few times trying to moisten them as they were dry from having been shut for so long. You reached out in the darkness and grabbed your phone whilst sitting upright in your bed. Your eyes widened as the notifications on your phone wouldn’t stop. One after one they just kept coming, from TikTok, instagram and even messages from your friends. You looked at the time on your phone to see that it was three in the morning. 

You unlocked your phone and went straight to your messages, hoping that these would shed some more immediate light on what was going on. 

Annie: Ells?

Annie: Ellie are you awake?

Annie: Have you seen what’s going on!!

Annie: God your phone must be blowing up

CeCe: I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE IT

CeCe: ARE YOU STILL BREATHING?

CeCe: OMG CAN YOU ANSWER ME PLEASE !!!!

Milo: Lewis Fucking Hamilton wants to meet you.

Milo: Mate, I need you to answer me 

Milo: Fuck me this is wild.

Your eyes widened as you read over the first text again. ‘Lewis Fucking Hamilton wants to meet you’. You immediately closed your messages down and went straight to instagram, you clicked on your profile and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing before you. You had gained over 30,000 followers. You had an endless stream of notifications. 

“What the fuck is going on?” You spoke out into the darkness. You clicked onto the explore page and typed in Lewis Hamiltons instagram handle. From a quick glance at his page you couldn’t see anything directly having been posted about you. You clicked on his profile picture and began watching his stories. They were currently in Australia as the first race of the season would be happening this Sunday. You continued clicking until you came across a post of a reel that looked familiar popped up. The reason it looked familiar was largely to do with the fact that it was yours. Your eyes widened as you read over the words that appeared alongside the repost of your video.

‘I want to meet this girl @_ellsdrives’ 

This could not be happening. You closed down your instagram app and went to your phone to dial your best friend.

“Ellie! Jesus, I thought you might have just spontaneously died.” Milo spoke into the phone. “Are you okay?”

“It’s three in the morning....I’m freaking out a bit I won’t lie.” 

“I’ll say.”

“I was asleep, I only got back from New York a few hours ago.”

“You know he even mentioned you in a press conference right?” 

“I beg your pardon?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been watching all night.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping Milo.”

“Insomnia, anyways I’m gonna send you a clip. It’s mad mate, he says your full name and all.”

“What?” Your phone buzzed in your hands at a video from Milo. “I’m just putting you on speaker for a sec.” He only hummed in response. You clicked play.

‘I love finding talent on social media, I think it’s honestly a great way to find the next generation of drivers. I think as the world progresses you have to think of new ways for people to get into the sport. I was on instagram the other week and I discovered this young girl, only about 25. Errr Ellie Love her name is….incredible driver, such an incredible talent and an obvious love for cars. These people are the future.’

The clip cut there. “I don’t even fucking know what to do right now.” You spoke back into the phone.

“If I was you I would watch the clip about 5 more times, and then message him on instagram obviously.”

“Saying what?!” 

“Saying anything Ellie, literally anything! Saying thank you so much for reposting my video…saying my phones been blowing up non-stop….saying you’re a huge fucking fan.”

You rubbed your temples, feeling a migraine coming on. “I need to get some sleep Milo, what are you plans tomorrow morning?”

“Nada. Breakfast?”

“Please” you pouted through the phone.

“I’ll pick you up at 10, we can go to Minnow.”

“I’ll see you then tank.”

“See you then mush.”

__

When you woke the next day, you refused to look at your phone. You got up and got ready without taking a glance at anything on it other than the time. When Milo rang you at 10am to say he was waiting outside you slipped your phone into your pocket and headed down to meet him.

“If it isn’t the newly world famous Miss. Love” Milo said a little too loudly for your liking as you opened the passenger door.

“Shut up you knob people will hear you.”He only laughed at your words, starting to drive off as you did up your seatbelt.

“How did you sleep?”

“I didn’t” you groaned, and it was true. Since you got off the phone with Milo last night you tossed and turned until you need to get up to meet him. 

“I can’t believe this is happening to be honest with you.”

“Well that makes two of us. I don’t understand why he’s said what he’s said on TV?” You paused looking over at Milo. “I feel like I need to watch the full thing to understand the context.”

“He was asked about his age and how much longer he felt he would be driving for. Then he mentioned about how he knows he can’t go on forever, but how him and Toto already have an understanding that even after he retires from racing he wants to still be involved with the team.” 

“So what he’s looking to recruit his own replacement?” 

“I guess…in some ways yeah.”

"But he can't retire..not yet anyway." You were looking blankly straight ahead. "He's Lewis Fucking Hamilton"

"He is Lewis Fucking Hamilton."

__

You had eaten breakfast, continuing to chat shit with Milo. Still refusing to look at your phone. 

"Okay, it's time. You need to message him."

"I'm scared." 

Milo looked at you blankly "Why are you scared."

"I don't know" you poked your phone that was on do not disturb on the table. "Just am."

"Come on mush. It's time."

You sighed "okay, okay." You tapped the screen, it coming to life showing the thousands of notifications that were there. You unlocked it and went straight to instagram, immediately checking your profile to see what your follower count was now. 

"Christ alive. I'm up to 56k." 

"Fuck off"

"This is insane" Next you went and searched for Lewis again this time clicking on the message icon on his page. You paused over the screen for a little while before you began to type out a message.

@_ellsdrives: Mr. Hamilton...you have got a lot of explaining to do. My phone has been blowing up non-stop. Just wanted to say thank you for reposting my video..and even mentioning my name in that press conference. I'm honestly a little starstruck right now.

"See what you think of this please" You handed your phone over to Milo and watched him read it whilst taking another swig of your coffee.

"Yeah good good, send it!" He passed your phone back to you before quickly looking at his watch. "They'll still be awake over there at the moment."

"Okay, I'm sending." You hit the send button and then decided it was time to look through some of your notifications. You had been followed by not only Lewis Hamilton on instagram, but two other F1 drivers as well. "Milo. I'm freaking out." He looked at you concerned "Pierre Gasly and Sebastian Vettel have followed me on instagram as well."

"You might have just become the coolest person I know."

You playfully threw your napkin at him from across the table. "Mate, I was already the coolest person you knew. No doubt."

"True true."

__

You were back at your flat scrolling through your social medias when you received a direct message from the man himself.

@lewishamilton: sorry to catch you by surprise. I was just amazed by your talent. We're in Imola next weekend for our next race. Mercedes would like to fly you out. What are your plans?

__

“Miss Love?” A man wearing a suit, holding a little sign with your name on it approached you.

“Yes!” You answered with a bright smile on your face. “But please, it’s just Ellie.” The man smiled at you in return. “And this is Milo.” You turned slightly introducing Milo to whom you assumed was your driver.

“Please, follow me. I’m going to take you straight to the circuit, but will drop your bags at the hotel for you.” He reached out to grab your suitcase and started leading the way to the car. Since the initial conversation with Lewis, things had got a little crazy. Mercedes had invited you and a friend to fly out to Imola and meet the team. Naturally you were bringing your friend Milo with you who was a huge F1 fan like yourself. You couldn’t believe how quickly the actual day had come around. 

When you got into the car, you were greeted by a young woman named Melissa. “Hi guys!” She beamed brightly at you both. “I’m Melissa and I’ll be taking you down into the paddock today where you’ll be met by Toto.” She started to hand you both something, but you were still too focused on what she just said.

“I’m sorry, but did you just say Toto?” You were baffled.

“Yes.” She smiled. “If you could just wear these round your necks, these will get you through the gates and they’ll just let everyone know that you’re VIPs with Mercedes this weekend.”

You looked down at the VIP pass that was in your hand with a picture of yourself that you had to send over earlier this week.

When you arrived at the circuit you and Milo thanked the driver and followed Melissa down to the gates where you scanned your passes to gain entry into the paddock. As you and Milo both went through you couldn’t help contain the little squeal that came out of your mouth. You did a little jump in front of Milo who laughed at your actions. You apologised to Melissa and continued to follow her through the paddock.

Walking down the main strip was a surreal experience. It was something that most people only got to see on TV. Never in your life did you imagine that you would be here yourself, as a VIP guest of Mercedes. 

As you were walking you noticed a familiar face heading towards you from the opposite direction. It was Pierre Gasly. Time seemed to slow down a little as you took in the man in front of you. He was looking at his phone. First thing you noticed is that he was taller in person than you thought he might be and in many ways he was way more attractive. You were a little shocked when his head raised and his eyes locked with yours. He abruptly stopped in his tracks and a smile overtook his face.

“Ellie?” He questioned. You were gobsmacked.

“Yes?”

“That is so weird! I was just watching a video of yours on instagram!” He turned his phone screen around to show that he was in fact watching a video of you driving.

“Well that’s a bit surreal for me I’m not going to lie.” You noticed as his eye line moved to Milo who was stood behind you. “This is Milo” You introduced. Pierre held out his hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you Milo.” He redirected his attention back to you. “Lewis mentioned you would be here this weekend. I have to run, but I hope to see you again later. I want you to take me for a spin around the track.” He dropped you a wink.

You were left in disbelief unable to say anything as he walked away, without looking back. You and Milo began following along behind Melissa again. “Pierre Gasly knows who you are.”he teased in a sing song voice.

“If you don’t shut up right now I’m going to knee you in the bollocks.” Milo let out a loud obnoxious laugh at your words.

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[swampstew]

KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language.

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“What’s up everyone, Killer here. Today we’re going to be making a delicious Tiramisu that I like to eat whenever I’m having a hard time. My friend and coworker Quincy has been having some bad luck lately so I’m making one for her.”

The live chat was already spitting out messages more than Killer could read them. Most of them asking if he could send them baked goods for bad days too. He chuckled softly under his helmet, pulling his hair back into a low ponytail to avoid it going into the baking process. The fabric of his polyester blend muscle shirt stretched to accommodate Killer’s muscles without riding up his stomach and revealing his tight abdominals…too much. His jogger pants hugged his hips, perfectly framing his glutes and thighs.

“I can’t possibly make a dessert for every single person but take comfort in knowing that I’m rooting for you through your personal struggles. You got this,” pointing finger guns at the camera.

Turning around, he walked away to grab some ingredients and baking tools. The sound of pinging and comments going wildly in the background, a tad louder than the music on the speaker.

“This is a refreshing and savory dessert. I always feel like I’m biting into an espresso cloud and suddenly I’m a little bit happier, if only for a brief moment.”

Pulling out one mixing bowl, “First, we’re going to make our creamy filling. I’ll be using room-temperature mascarpone, cream, sugar, and vanilla extract. We’ll whip it until it gets nice and stiff. In between the whipping, I’ll also be dipping these lady fingers in this bowl of liquids – now I like to soak the fingers for about a minute to really soak in the espresso and liqueur. Makes the whole dessert just gush in your mouth.”

Killer was prepping the glass pan he was going to stack the layers in and he heard the transactions and notifications chime endlessly. What the hell was going on in chat today. He finished prepping the tools and ingredients before rushing to his phone to read everything.

Oh shit.

Oh fucking shit.

Killer did not mean to make any of his instruction sound as sexual as chat had perceived it to be. Oh no, the things he can’t unread. The blonde was incredibly grateful he kept his helmet on during all content creation, feeling his face break out in flushed flames. The echoing sounds of Kid and Wire’s cackling from inside the house only made it worse for Killer.

God damnit.

“Hng, er-uhm, as I was saying, once we get the…base ingredients prepared, we can get into some architecture. I think a good balance is about uh—2 to 3 inches of filling between biscuit layers, depending on how…erm…bloated the biscuit has become.”

As he loudly poured ingredients into the stainless-steel bowl, he quickly and quietly addressed the highlighted messages, not daring to repeat his answers before starting up the rotator blade. The machine Killer bought was a high-end model, it was a good quality standing mixer with a low humming drone when in use. Killer treated it as if it was a roaring engine.

“IT’S GETTING NOISY SO I’M GOING TO TURN UP THE MUSIC TO DROWN IT OUT. WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE MESSAGES FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES,” he spoke loudly as he used the remote to turn the speaker up.

Killer’s mouth was dry. He rushed to the fridge to pull out ice cubes for his water, plunking a swirly straw in the glass and draining his cup in seconds. Three times.

Feeling relieved, he made his way back to the island tabletop. He started soaking the lady fingers in the bowl and slowly layering the glass pan bottom with a row of soaked fingers. Once the bottom was covered, he checked the mixer. The creamy filling was looking stiff. Turning the machine off, Killer also lowered the volume of the speaker.

“You’ll see that the texture is ready when you can raise the blade and the filling is light, fluffy yet firm. You should be able to hold the blade upside down without the peaks falling or losing integrity. Now to make my life easier, I’m going to transfer this into a piping bag to fill the layers and then smooth it out before adding the next layer of lady fingers.”

Killer started to read out messages as he filled and stacked.

“_LickMeImurLollipop says,” he almost chokes, “’Marry me and I’ll make you a stay-at-home husband. You can bake to your heart’s content, filling doughnuts and whatever you want with your cream😏.’”

He took a long sip of water, “That’s a very tempting offer, Lollipop. I’ll keep it in my back pocket for a rainy day, ok sweetie?”

Using a flat blade to smooth the creamy layer, “JustAsking says or I guess asks, ‘Will you ever do a face reveal?’  The answer to that, as its been every time since my first upload, is NO. Please respect my boundaries, I’m a human being.”

“SchoolPunkRock says, ‘Been watching you since day 1 and I love your personality and attitude. And also your food. If you ever make a cookbook, I’d buy it in a heartbeat. I’d buy 10 copies.’  That’s really nice, thank you. That’s not something I’ve thought about but a great idea, nonetheless. I might explore that later. In the meantime, please keep supporting me on this platform by liking, commenting, and following!”

Killer squeezed the last of the filling over the lady fingers and started smoothing the surface. His finger curled under the table to press Kid’s call button. The redhead came through the door as Killer finished dusting a layer of cocoa powder over the dessert.

“Excellent timing! Now normally you’d want to let this sit in the fridge for an hour to let the flavors sort of sit there and blend together for a nice balance. Tiramisu is great at any time of the day,” Killer cut a square from the glass pan and slid it over on a small plate with a fork. Killer turned to put the pan in the fridge for later.

Kid was grinning into the camera, “’Sup everyone. Hope you enjoyed my buddy’s lesson today. In addition to potential book deals, KillerCook may soon be offering private cooking lessons over Vimeo, just you and him for up to an hour discussing…cooking or whatever,” his grin turned sly.

Killer choked in the fridge.

“All details to be forthcoming!” Kid finished with a wave of his hand over his shoulder.

Then with precise and exaggerated motions, Kid began a slow descent to pick up his plate and fork. His own gym shirt strained over his broad chest, muscles rippling underneath as he moved. Holding his plate in the air, arms flexing tightly as he used his prosthetic to lift the fork to his mouth, he winked at the camera before taking a bite.

As soon as he closed his mouth, a very thin line of dark liquid dribbled from between his lips. Kid’s eyes opened in shocked as he chewed.

“Whoa, that’s juicy!”

The pinging on the phone was going wild again. Killer quickly stood next to Kid before the knucklehead dared to answer a single message.

“What else?”

“Mmm shit Kill this is fucking great. The coffee and liqueur have that nice, bitter kick to the sweetness of the cream. The filling itself is fluffy but thick and flavorful. The balance between bitter and sweet is perfect man.”

“A perfect balance between bitter and sweet, what more can you ask for? With that in mind, we’ll be taking the Tiramisu I made first thing this morning to our friend. Tune in next time when I make a fun comfort food that’s also perfect for a sports ball pregame and/or tailgate – Philly Cheesesteak Dip. It’s easy to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

Before Killer could turn the camera off, Wire and Heat burst through the kitchen doors. Heat opened the fridge to grab the insulated travel pack that contained the pre-made tiramisu, hoisting it over his head in triumph.

The 4 men stared into the camera while waving goodbye.

“See ya soon Quincy!”

“QUINCCAAAYY!!”

“You better be resting and not doing shit!!”

“Hope you like it, Quincy!”

End Livestream.

“Really, a fucking private Vimeo class?” Killer whipped his baking gear off and tossed the dirty dishes in the sink.

The three other men began howling with laughter.

“AYE! You shoulda seen the comments dude! You can really capitalize on this, whole frontier’s unexplored,” Kid explained through his tears of laughter.

Killer clicked his tongue, “Nooooooo, you’re not going to live vicariously through me because your OnlyFans account got shut down again.”

Bonus: The comment section

GaybellineNY347: In theory, if one wanted to send you money in exchange for…photos of you with your finished desserts, how much would you charge? Not that the photos you post aren’t tasteful😳 They can be tastier with…you…in them👉👈 KillerCook: Uh well, I kind of want to keep the focus on my food…good to know though😳

VoidEssence: Who was the tall glass of water?👅💦 Scream_Maim_Fire: His name is out of your area code.

ShootingMyShot_89: Sooooo the vimeo deets???????????? PunkNeverDied69: I said FORTHCOMING! It’s COMING on the FORTH!

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[hwaberry-dreams]

SEVEN: date night

Warnings: dry humping, protected sex, a very small mention of past bullying and scars, lots of kissing, body praising. MINORS DNI

Word count: 8.3K

Taglist: @kiwibaekie @fudgeflyssworld

Archery training was so fun. I enjoyed it so much and was very thankful that Hongjoong paid for me to have a lesson too. I had done some archery for sports in one of the many schools I attended. It was nothing like this, though, with real arrows. Before I left, the guys and I had a small competition. Between turns, Yunho stood close to me. There were a couple of staff members around at this point. I could tell he wanted to hold my hand, but couldn’t.

When it was time for me to leave, he came into the waiting room with me as I collected my belongings and gave me the sweetest hug. The type that ends up slowly moving from side to side. With our height difference, my head fits perfectly into his neck, his chin resting on top of my head.

“Enjoy your date tonight little one.” he whispered to me before I left.

Seonghwa is already home when I arrive at the apartment. I hadn’t been expecting him to be home yet as it was just after 4pm. He pats the space beside him on the sofa for me to sit down. As I do, he pulls me into his arms.

“Did you enjoy archery?” he asks me

“I did. Hongjoong paid for me to have a lesson too! It was so much fun!” I smile.

“I am glad.” he says, kissing my lips tenderly

I return the kiss and I sigh softly. 

“So this date tonight..” I say as our lips part “..what do I wear?”

“Whatever is most comfortable for you.” he replies

“Oh well, that narrows it down!” I say as he laughs.

“Well, I don’t quite know what type of outfits you have or what your style really is, so it isn’t an easy question for me to answer.” he says, his hands pulling me closer to him

“True! What are you wearing? It might give me some idea of what to wear.” I ask.

“Oh, are you thinking of doing a couple’s outfit?” he grins, his lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath on them

“No!” I laugh as he kisses me

“Well I am going for a shower because it was ridiculously humid at the training centre.” I say. 

He gives me another kiss, one that lingers on my lips before I stand up and go into my bedroom.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

My hair is done, my makeup is looking good, so all I need to do now is pick my outfit. Jongho said semi formal, but I don’t really know what that means. I have been nowhere formal in my life to even own any clothes that would be classed as formal wear.

Why is this so hard?! I know Seonghwa will be dressed up nicely and look incredibly handsome, too. I don’t want to embarrass him by wearing the wrong clothes. I settle for a long-sleeved white sheer blouse and a black strappy dress on top. I decide on a pair of black heels to go with it and pray it is semi-formal attire. 

As I move the other outfits I was considering off my bed, I hear my phone notification go off and realise it is probably my mom. She usually messages me around this time as it is 10am in the UK.

I have a final look in the mirror and take a deep breath. You can do this Luna! I pick up my brown handbag, put my essentials in it - purse, compact mirror, lipstick, perfume, my phone, power bank and, of course, my most important item - my epi-pen. I open my bedroom door and walk out holding my heels in my hand as I don’t want them to scuff the hardwood flooring in the apartment. 

“Luna!” Seonghwa gasps as I walk into the lounge. 

He looks so good. He is wearing black trousers, a white dress shirt and a black coat. His black hair is in a side parting, not one hair out of place. Perfect.

“Is this ok? I can go get changed if it isn’t.” I say nervously. 

“No. Do not change. You look absolutely stunning, darling.” he smiles before kissing me as his hands cup my face. “I am so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.” he adds quietly when our lips part 

I suddenly feel really shy about his compliments. I have never taken compliments well. I always get awkward and never know how to act.

“Don’t shy away from me.” he whispers.

“Sorry, I am not used to compliments and never really know how to take them.” I reply.

“Well, please get used to hearing them because it is all true.” He smiles down at me. “And I will never stop saying them to you.”

I believe him but I am not sure how I can get used to being complimented like this. I was used to people telling me how smart I was growing up. That was because I was, I am. That is not me being big-headed, it is a fact. I am incredibly smart. I have an IQ of 144 which is on the high end of the gifted range. I was in the year above too, so I graduated from high school when I was 17 years old. 

Compliments on my intelligence I could take, but on my looks, I found it harder. I did always struggle with my self-esteem. Which is what makes all this feel even more bizarre to me. That 8 men… 8 idols find me attractive!

“Are you ready to leave?” Seonghwa asks me, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I am.” I nod

Seonghwa takes my hand and walks me to the entrance, where I go to sit down on the small step to put my heels on, but Seonghwa stops me and takes them from my hand. I feel like Cinderella trying on the glass shoe as he places them on my feet. My hands holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance. My heels have gave me an extra 3” in height, yet I still feel small compared to him as he stands upright again.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, kissing me softly. “Let's go.” he adds, holding my hand again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The restaurant is beautiful. It is small with tables in little private corners. Fairy lights strung across the ceiling looked like little stars in the sky. It felt very intimate and romantic as hell!

The hostess shows us to our table near the back and the most private one of all. It made me relax a little more; I wasn’t too sure what the rules were in public like this. Obviously no contact, hugging, holding hands etc but apart from that, I was nervous to initiate anything for fear of getting them into trouble or being seen. 

Seonghwa pulls out my seat as I sit down and tucks it in before going to his own seat. She asks us what drinks we would like to start with.

“Would you like some wine?” Seonghwa asks me.

“If that is ok.” I reply as he nods

“Of course. Pick whatever you want.” he smiles at me

“Could I have a glass of Merlot?” I ask the hostess.

She nods and writes it down on her notepad before looking at Seonghwa who asks for the same. She thanks us and then leaves. I take this opportunity to look around the room. The brick walls give it a rustic feel. There are green plants dotted here and there too, which gives off a calming aesthetic.

“Is the restaurant ok?” I hear Seonghwa ask

“It is beautiful.” I answer, looking back at him and smile. “I really like it here.”

I can swear he has a light blush to his cheeks, but with the lighting, it is hard to tell. He smiles faintly before looking down at the menu. When the server brings our drinks over, we order our food. 

“My girlfriend has a severe allergy to seafood. Please ensure there are no fish ingredients near her food.” Seonghwa says 

The server nods and says he will inform the kitchen staff before taking our menus and leaving us. I take a sip of my wine.

“Sorry, I know that is classed as making a fuss but I wanted to make sure.” he says 

“Oh no, it is fine. I don't mind that at all because I usually make sure too. My mom would have announced it to the entire restaurant the second we stepped foot inside.” I laugh. “That part I hated.”

“Moms are very protective of their children.” He nods.

“I guess you would know having 7 kids yourself.” I comment.

“That is very true!” he laughs.

I am a little shocked when he reaches across the table and holds my hand. It feels nice, but like I had said earlier; I wasn’t sure what the rules were on the outside.

“Are we allowed to hold hands outside?” I decide to ask.

“If we are in a safe place, then yes. This is a safe place. The guys and I have come here before and Myeonjin got security to scoop out the place, too. Most of this area is safe. There are a lot of other idols who live here. You have nothing to worry about.” he smiles at me.

“Good. I just wanted to check. I am rather paranoid about getting any of you into trouble.” I reply.

“You never need to worry about that stuff. We have it under control. In certain places, we need to be more guarded for obvious reasons, but just trust us. We will always tell you in advance what places are safe and aren’t.” he says.

“Earlier, during archery, the guys and I had a mini competition before I had to leave. I felt like Yunho wanted to hold my hand but couldn’t because there were some staff members there. He stood close to me between turns, but I was so scared he would get into trouble for it.” I find myself saying, “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be talking about him.” I quickly add when I realise I have just mentioned another man while on our date.

“I don’t mind. You can talk about whatever you want to. And I am sure he did. Yunho is like San, very tactile with people he is comfortable with, and likes physical contact. He holds back a little more, though. Well, more than San does.” He chuckles, his fingers squeezing mine. “How are you with affection? Are you ok with it?”

“Oh, I love it. I love that feeling of being physically connected, whether it is a hand resting on a leg or full on cuddles. I also respect people’s boundaries, though. I know not everyone enjoys it as much as I do.” I answer, playing with his fingers.

“So, are you a cuddler, then?” He asks.

“100%. If someone will let me cuddle them, I will. Especially when going to sleep.” I laugh. “I wouldn’t force you, though. I am fine with sleeping apart, if that’s what you need to go to sleep.”

I notice the little smile on his face as he looks down at our fingers.

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep cuddled into you.” He says softly. “Waking up beside you too.”

The thought of him holding me while I fall asleep gives me a warm feeling in my stomach.

“If you ever want to hug someone or hold hands but are unsure or worried, just ask.” he smiles

We spend the next hour and a half talking, laughing, eating, getting to know one another better and making nice memories that I know I will keep for the rest of my life. After Seonghwa pays for the meal, he asks if he can take some photos of me.

“I am not very photogenic. I mean, I don’t even know how to pose correctly.” I say.

“Lucky for you I am an expert in posing for photos.” he chuckles

He leads me over to a corner and pulls some of my hair forward from behind my shoulders, retouching little parts of it before walking backwards and pulling out his phone. I find it awkward for the first few seconds but soon relax into it as he instructs me on how to pose.

“You are a natural.” he smiles, coming back over to me to show me the photos. “And beautiful!”

I find it hard to believe that it is me. He has made me look good, something I rarely feel. I ask if he can send me them so that I can send one to my mom. We put on our masks and leave. He tells me there is a little ice cream stand nearby.

“Are you ok to walk back to the apartment in your heels?” he asks. “I don’t want you to hurt your feet.”

“I had to wear heels all the time when I worked at the hotel. I once stood and walked for 9 hours straight in them! A 15-minute walk back to the apartment is a piece of cake compared to that!” I reply.

“Impressive but also not good.” he laughs

“Yeah, my feet were rather swollen the day after that shift!” I laugh too.

The area we are in is relatively quiet. It seems to be a place for couples as there are a lot of them wandering around, holding hands, taking photos, feeding one another snacks. I feel Seonghwas hand slip into mine, our fingers laced together. As I look down at it, I can see the size difference in our hands. I didn’t realise how small my hands were before.

“9 hours though, that is a long time to be working like that. Did you get a break for something to eat?” he asks.

“I didn’t get to eat at all that day. Most days I had like 10 minutes to get something to eat, if I was lucky and I worked 12-hour shifts as well.” I answer.

“That is not healthy. I am glad you aren’t there anymore.” he says 

“I lost a lot of weight because I was barely eating and on the move all the time. It really wasn’t healthy.” I say.

“I hope that will change now you are working with us. We will all be making sure you eat regularly.” He smiles.

“I don’t doubt that.” I giggle.

We arrive at the ice cream stand and look at the menu. I already know what ice cream flavour I am getting and I know it will disgust him, but I don’t care, it is my favourite flavour.

“Should we get a sharing tub?” he asks

Damn it! He wants to be romantic and share ice cream, which is sweet, but he will not like the flavour I pick. 

“Or not.” he adds when he sees my face, which I know has given me away 

“No, not that. I would love to share a tub with you. I just don’t think you would like my choice of flavour.” I say.

He looks a bit confused for a second and I can pinpoint the exact moment he realises.

“Oh, mint chocolate?” he asks

“Yeah, it is my favourite flavour and what I always get.” I reply. “But I can pick a different flavour so we can share.”

“No, if you usually get mint chocolate then I want you to have that.” he smiles but there is a teeny tiny grimace on his face

He orders the ice cream tub, getting himself a rainbow sherbet and we go to sit down on a nearby bench. It is still daylight, but the courtyard is filled with fairy lights. I have noticed fairy lights are a big thing in Korea and I absolutely love it! I covered my old apartment in fairy lights, as it gave me a feeling of comfort and calm. I was already planning to get lots of lights for my bedroom back at the apartment.

“How is your toothpaste ice cream?” he asks, as he finishes his rainbow sherbet.

“How dare you call it toothpaste!” I gasp. “No kisses for you!”

“No, please!” he whines, placing an arm around me

“Are you sure you want mint chocolate kisses?” I ask playfully, narrowing my eyes at him.

“If they are your mint chocolate kisses than yes.” he grins before leaning over 

“Are we allowed to kiss outside?” I ask quietly.

“We are safe here.” he replies capturing my lips

I cannot help but smile into the kiss. As his tongue moves against mine, I can taste the sweetness from his ice cream and the merlot earlier. One of his hands moves to my neck, his fingers softly touching my skin.

I am still holding onto my tub of ice cream and I try not to drop it on myself as my hands want nothing more than to reach out for him. As the kiss tapers off, he leaves little pecks on my lips. 

“Hmm, toothpaste!” He grins at me

“Boy, you are lucky I am holding this ice cream!” I say as we both laugh.

When I finish my ice cream, we head home. There is a slight breeze that makes me shiver and within seconds Seonghwa places his coat over my shoulders. I can feel the warmth immediately.

“Better?” He asks sweetly

“Yes, thank you.” I nod as he kisses my forehead 

His hand slips into mine once again, and we continue walking.

The apartment is quiet when we arrive home. I have no idea where the others are because no one is downstairs. I am not sure if they were told to make themselves scarce for our return or if they are just coincidentally in other places. I know Hongjoong will probably be at the studio as usual. 

“Thank you for the date.” I say as we walk into the lounge.

“It isn’t over yet.” he smiles. “I have something for you. Sit down and I will get it.”

I do as he says, wondering what it could be. He goes into the kitchen and I can hear him moving around with the opening and closing of cupboard doors. I move further back onto the sofa to make myself comfortable.

Seonghwa comes back into the lounge with a little plate, his hand covering part of it so I can’t see whatever it is and my curiosity is peaking now. 

“Oh, what is this?” I ask, craning my neck to see.

“Just a little something I thought you might like. I hope anyway.”

He moves his hand away to reveal a cute little cake. It has pink icing on top with a sliced strawberry placed in the middle.

“Wow!” I gasp, looking at it as he sits beside me. “Strawberry too!”

“I have noticed you seem to like strawberry things.” he says as he sliced through a small corner of it with a fork

“I absolutely love strawberries!” I giggle.

He holds the fork up to my mouth for me to take a bite, and it tastes as delicious as it looks, causing me to moan lightly. I notice the little smirk on his face and the raised eyebrow. His eyes are gazing deeply into mine and we gravitate towards one another. I take the plunge and kiss him. It is heated from the start and I crave more as he places the cake on the coffee table.

I move closer to him and I feel his hands move down to my hips, lifting me onto his lap. My clumsiness kicks in when, with my eagerness to be as close to him as possible, my knee roughly connects with his crotch, causing a groan to escape him.

��Oh shit, Seonghwa. I am so sorry.” I say, pulling away from him. “Are you ok?” 

“I am fine Luna.” he chuckles. 

He cannot be fine after that! It was a near full force impact to a very sensitive area for a guy!

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to knee you in the balls. Fuck, fuck! I am sorry!” I say 

I can feel myself getting flustered that I’ve hurt him and move back from him. Pretty sure I have ruined the moment and I wouldn’t blame him. A knee to the balls is a passion killer for sure. Resisting the urge to run into my room from the sheer embarrassment of it, I am surprised when he pulls me back onto his lap again.

“Look at me darling.” he says, my eyes moving back to his. “I am ok, it was an accident and my fault for suddenly pulling at you like that.” 

I know he is being nice, but I feel bad for hurting him. I settle down, my legs on either side of him, trying to make sure I do nothing else to cause him or myself harm. I swear I need to come with a warning sign.

“Now where were we?” he smirks, pulling my head down to his

The kiss picks up from exactly where we left off and his hands move down to my hips. Within seconds, I have melted into him, my blunder quickly forgotten about. I can feel his excitement growing between my legs. His fingers are digging into my hips now and subtly moving them against him. The feeling of his bulge rubbing against my clothed core is driving me insane.

“Seonghwa.” I mumble against his lips.

“Yes, darling?” he asks, his kisses moving to my neck

I tilt my head upwards to give him more access to the sensitive skin there. My fingers pulling lightly on his hair.

“Take me to bed.” I say. 

“Are you sure?” he replies, pulling back to look into my eyes. 

“I am!” I say softly, looking back into his dark brown eyes

“You know there is no pressure, right? No expectations.”

“Seonghwa, I want you!” I declare.

His eyes instantly darken, and he kisses me passionately. It takes me by surprise, but I am not opposing it. He suddenly grabs my body and standing up. The abrupt movement causes me to pull away from his kiss. My entire body stiffens up, my legs locking tightly around his waist, and an involuntary whimper escapes me as my face buries into his neck.

“Are you ok?” he asks

“N-no one has ever lifted me like this.” I say

“Well, you better get used to it because I will do this a lot.” he chuckles. “Do you want to go to your room or mine? Hongjoong will probably be at the studio until the early hours, as usual.”

“Mine.” I simply reply, still gripping firmly onto him, afraid I will fall.

“I got you.” he whispers. “You are safe.”

“I am too heavy for you.” I frown.

“You weigh like nothing!”

Holding me with one arm securely around my waist, he opens my bedroom door with his free arm, closing it behind him with his foot. I remember I had left my room in a bit of a mess. I still hadn’t unpacked my things. The clothes I had considered for the date were in a pile on the desk. The clothes I had worn to work were still scattered around the floor, too. Honestly it was an absolute mess.

“Sorry about the mess.” I say. “I meant to tidy up before we left, but my mom text me and I got distracted.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ve barely had time to settle in.” he replies,

“I will tidy it all up tomorrow, I promise. Sorry. I know how much you hate mess.” I say.

“You never have to worry about that stuff with me.” he comments, placing me safely on my bed. “See, I kept you safe.” he adds

“Sorry.” I say, looking up at him.

“You say sorry way too much.” He comments.

“Well, when you make as many mistakes and fuck-ups as I do, then sorry becomes part of your everyday vocabulary. Sorry is actually the first word I learn when studying a new language! It is a very important word to know.” I grin at him.

I pull my feet onto the bed and push my body further up the mattress. I look up at Seonghwa and give him my best ‘come to bed’ eyes. It must have worked, because he smirks as he climbs onto the bed, his hands touching my legs.

“Are you 100% sure about this?” he asks

Such a gentleman! I have never been asked this more than once before and as nice as it is, if I did not want this, then he wouldn’t even be in my bedroom, never mind between my legs with his hands on them. I grab his belt and yank him down on top of me.

“I am.” I reply

“If at any point you want to stop, say the word, and I will.” he says 

I nod before wrapping my hand around the back of his head and pull his lips down to mine. The instant our lips connect, there is a desire I have never felt before. I have never yearned for someone to touch me as much as I want Seonghwa to right now. 

With deep and passionate kisses, his hands move down my body and go under my dress. His fingers caress at my bare skin and my stomach lurches as they move higher up my thigh.

My own hands that had been buried in his hair move to unbutton his shirt. He moves back a little to give me more room to do so, but keeps our mouths connected, his tongue massaging against mine. As I pop the final button through the hole, my hands move to slide his shirt off.

It is only now that he pulls his lips away and leans back on his knees to take it off, throwing it onto the floor as I look up at his now topless frame. The only light in the room is coming in through the window from the streetlights outside, causing a slight orange glow to appear around him. 

“You are so beautiful Luna.” He mumbles, leaning down again and kissing my neck 

I let out a deep breath. I didn’t even realise I had been keeping in.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly, pulling his head back

“I am. I just feel a bit.. nervous.” I answer honestly. He moves to lie beside me, his upper body propped up by his elbow, his other hand still resting on my waist. “And before you say we don’t have to, I want to. I want you so bad and I know that makes me sound pathetic, but it is true.” I add, feeling my entire face flush red.

“I want you too, so much more than you could ever know.” He says, leaning down to kiss me tenderly, his fingers stroking my cheek. “What is making you nervous?”

“I don’t even know.” I reply. “It has been a while since I was intimate with someone. Since I graduated, I have worked in the hotel nonstop. If I wasn’t working, I was trying to catch up on sleep. I barely had time to even eat, never mind date or even be social with others.”

“I feel the same, nervous. It has been a while for me, too. We will take it slow and figure it out together.” he says.

I nod and sit up to take my dress off. Seonghwa sits up too and moves my hair over my shoulder before pulling the zip on the back of my dress, slipping it over my head, followed by the sheer blouse.

I lay back down in only my underwear. Silently thanking myself for deciding to wear my best black lacy bra and underwear now. The set I know makes my boobs look good.

“Wow, I didn’t think I could get any harder than I already was.” He groans, his eyes looking down at my body.

My hands reach over to Seonghwas belt and undo it. My stomach lurches again as he removes his trousers and moves on top of me. His lips connect with mine, slowly moving to my neck, then chest, and that insane desire for him returns. My fingers grip his hair lightly as he leaves wet kisses on my chest. That is until he holds onto my wrists and pins them delicately on the bed. I feel him switching between kissing and licking my skin. I bite my lower lip to muffle any sounds coming out as his mouth lowers.

“Is that a tattoo?” He asks, referring to the moon and stars tattoo on my ribs when he reaches it. 

“Yeah.” I reply

“You are full of surprises, Luna.” He laughs, kissing it “Do you have anymore tattoos?” 

“Maybe.” I grin down at him.

As he continues to kiss my skin, one of his hands moves from my wrist and cups one of my breasts. I can’t hold back the whine as his fingers pull the lace material down, freeing my breast. His hand cups it once again, his thumb rubbing my nipple as it becomes hard.

His head moves back up and his lips connect. The tip of his tongue swirling around the nipple sending shock waves through my body. His tongue makes my head feel fuzzy. He rotates between flicks with the tip, full licks with the flat of his tongue and kisses. It makes me begin to wonder how skilled his tongue would be lower down but for right now I am loving what he is doing. He moves to my other breast, doing the exact same to it and I feel my legs shake at the contact, my knees tightening on either side of his hips as I feel myself becoming wetter by the second.

“So soft.” He mumbles as his hand paws at my exposed breasts.

A shot of pure pleasure goes through me as his hips grind into me. I can feel the outline of his hardened length straining against his boxers, rubbing into my core. My free hand moves to cover my mouth, muffling the moans coming from it. 

Seonghwas head comes back up, moving my hand away, pinning it back on the bed and kissing me deeply.

“I want to hear you.” he says as our lips part, his forehead resting on mine as his hips continue to move.

“The o-others…. hear..” I mutter incoherently 

“They are upstairs and this room is in the quieter part of the house.” he mumbles as I moan at the increased pleasure hitting me. “That feel good, darling?”

“P-please don’t stop.” I nod.

“I won’t.” he replies

And he doesn’t. With each rut against one another we are like two school kids in our bedrooms trying to not get caught by our parents as we do our ‘homework’, I feel myself getting closer and closer to a release I hadn’t felt in a long time. My moans are growing in volume. 

“Hwa…” I pant

“Yes, darling?” he responds, his movements becoming harsher

“So close.”

“Let it go.” He says. “Come for me.” he adds in a firm tone before kissing me passionately  

The pace he had set becomes faster, both of us moaning now. His grip on my wrists tightens. Heat pools in my lower half. I feel the coil inside me tighten and suddenly release, causing me to moan his name loudly.

As I ride out my high, his hips slow down, leaving me panting as I try to catch my breath. I have never come so intensely from dry humping before and I was not expecting it, either. 

“You okay?” He asks, releasing my wrists and looking down at me.

I can only nod. My brain is utterly fried. I don’t think I could even form a coherent sentence if I tried to. He smiles at me before kissing me again. My fingers run through his slightly sweaty hair.

“We can stop here if you want to.” He whispers as his lips leave mine.

“No. I want you.” I say firmly and I feel my lower lip pout out.

“As you wish, my darling.” He replies.

His kisses move down my body once more as I lay back on the pillows and relax into the bedding. His hand snakes around my back and skilfully unhooks my bra with two fingers, causing me to raise an eyebrow. Clearly not his first rodeo in bra removal! 

“What?” he asks, smirking up at me as he throws the lacy material on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes.

“Nothing.” I hum.

He continues his kisses from my breasts down to my stomach. His tongue swirls around my pierced belly button causing me to giggle a bit at the ticklish sensation.

His kisses stop just below my belly button and his fingers trace the length of the silvery line carved into my skin that I had grown to hate. I had hoped he wouldn't see it, which I knew was ridiculous to hope for because you couldn't miss the big ugly scar.

“What is this?” he asks softly

“Appendix scar.” I reply. “I.. I hate it.”

“Why?” his voice is even softer than before

“A week after the operation I was desperate to go back to school as I had exams coming up. I didn’t want to fall behind on my studies. So I begged my mom to let me go, I gave her the big eyes and she caved in. On my way to my 3rd class I was going down some stairs, someone pushed me. I fell down, the stitches burst and the incision ripped open.” I say, wishing he would stop looking at it.

I close my eyes, fighting back the tears, as I don’t exactly want to be crying during this moment between us. I suddenly feel his lips against mine, his hand stroking my face.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he says.

“You didn’t. It is ugly and just disgusting.” I say as I open my eyes. “I hate it. It reminds me too much of the bullying from that time.”

“I understand why you feel that way. The scar is attached to awful and painful memories for you. It isn’t ugly to me, it is a part of you and it is beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect.” He whispers, his hand moving to my neck.

He places another soft kiss on my lips before moving back down to the stomach. He continues kissing the skin before placing a series of kisses on top of the scar. 

His kisses begin to lower until they are above my underwear. His fingers play with the hemline before his hands move my thighs further apart. I feel an instant rush at my core. As he hooks his fingers under the material of my underwear, I lift my hips so he can pull them down. I am very aware of how naked and exposed I am now. He moves back up my body, kissing me tenderly until he reaches my neck.

“I need you now.” He whines.

“Me too.” I reply, kissing him. “I’ve got condoms in my drawer.” 

“I have condoms, too, in my bedroom. I didn’t really know which ones to buy. There are so many non-latex ones so I bought a lot.” he sighs, making me giggle a little. 

“Oh I know! I have first hand experience of it. It isn’t like just picking up the first box of condoms you find on the shelf and buying them.” I laugh lightly stroking the back of his head.

“The guys and I have all taken STD tests. Our results came in this morning. We are all clean. We will respect your choices when it comes to contraception.” he says

“I am on birth control, but I would feel better using condoms for now. I will get an appointment as soon as I can to get tested as well.” I say. “I shouldn’t have anything as I am always very careful but I want you all to be safe and have peace of mind.”

“Condoms it is.” he smiles

As he leans back to remove his boxers, I open my bedside drawer and open the box of condoms. I remove a packet from the box, laying back onto the bed, passing it to Seonghwa. He rips open the foil packet with his teeth and takes the condom out. My eyes move down to watch him place it on his cock. It is exactly what I imagined it would be when I felt the outline of it rubbing into my core. Long with girth and perfectly straight. Everything about this man is perfect. It makes sense his dick is perfect too!

He hovers over me once again and I suddenly feel really small underneath him.

“Are you ready?” he asks

I detect a hint of shakiness in his tone and I can see how round his eyes have become. I place a hand on his cheek, pulling it towards me and kiss him tenderly.

“I am.” I whisper

Seonghwa lines his tip up with my entrance, but I place a hand on his chest, causing him to look back at me.

“Seonghwa, I’ve never… come during intercourse.” I say. “It isn’t something that happens to me.” I feel my cheeks heat. “I just wanted you to know before we start an-and not like, think it is something you did wrong or be like, offended.” I babble.

“Hey, hey.” he soothes. “It is ok. For some women, it takes other methods. Sex isn’t like a porno with the woman coming within minutes.”

“You watch a lot of porn?” I tease.

He laughs and hides his face in the crook of my neck as I giggle. Any tension either of us was feeling instantly disappears.

“I guess I cannot deny it now.” He laughs. “What I mean is that it is ok, but I will make sure you feel good. Again. And again. And again.” His lips kiss mine with each phrase. “With my fingers. My mouth. My tongue. I. Will. Make. Sure. Of. It.” His kisses continue as I feel his tip push into me.

I gasp at the sensation, my hands grip onto his waist. He takes his time, small slow thrusts, more of his length sliding in with each push, opening more of me until he has bottomed out. His hips still as I adjust to his full length. 

“Are you ok?” He asks quietly

“I am.” I answer, my voice shaky.

“Tell me when you are ready.” He says.

“I am ready.” I whisper.

I am desperate for him to move. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel earlier. He pulls his hips back until he is almost out then pushes back in slowly. Soft groans leave his mouth as he looks down at me. He repeats this a few times until he sets a steady pace. I move my legs further apart, my feet resting on his waist and my hips gently move in time with his. 

“Fuck, Luna!” Seonghwa groans, almost feral like.

His pace increases and he fills me deeper than before. Something stirs inside me, something I have never felt during sex. I feel a small gush of some liquid, a bit like pee, but I know that it is not.

“Hwa?” I mumble

“hhmm?” he responds

“Kiss me.” I whine. “Please…”

Our lips connect feverishly kissing one another, he moves his body so he is laying on top of me. His chest flush against my own. This position changes the angle of his cock and it feels so good.

“Hwa… feels good… f-fuck…” I moan loudly as his head hits a sensitive part inside of me, another small gush and a spark of pure pleasure. “Oh god.. do that again.”

He gives another harsh thrust in that same spot and I feel lightheaded. 

“Did I find your sweet spot? Hmmm my darling?” He purrs into my ear. 

“Yes.. yes…” I whimper.

“My pretty darling feeling good?” I can only nod frantically at his question.

Our lips reconnect, I feel his hand capture mine; he laces our fingers together and pins it beside my head. My legs move higher and lock around his waist. His other hand grips onto my thigh, fingers digging into the flesh which I am sure will leave marks.

“I can feel you clenching, darling. You are going to make me come if you keep doing that.” He groans

“Sorry.. can’t control it. Fuck.. don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I beg

I have never begged like this, yearned like this or felt this good from intercourse. I am on the cusp of an orgasm, I can feel it right there just waiting to erupt. My walls grip onto him tightly as he glides in and out of me. Deep groans coming from him.

My back arches off the bedding as my orgasm hits hard. I begin saying his name like a mantra, each time my voice gets louder.

“Luna… you feel so fucking tight.” He pants

His thrusts increase in speed, causing my orgasm to intensify. My fingers squeeze his tightly, my other hand buries deep into his sweaty hair. Other than our passionate moans, the sound of our bodies connecting repeatedly fills the room. I really hope Seonghwa is right about this room being quiet because the lewd noises inside it are getting louder.

Suddenly his hips snap harshly 3 times and a guttural groan comes out of him. His head drops into my neck, his lips touching my skin, and he stops. His entire body shakes then he gives one final firm thrust that hits me hard, causing another powerful orgasm to hit me. 

"Seonghwa!" I cry out 

The room is nearly silent now, just the noise of our pants as we both try to catch our breath. His body goes limp, his weight on top of me, but I don’t care. I want him as close as humanly possible; I need to feel him. The hand that had been in his hair moves down to his back so I can tenderly rub it. His body is still shaking slightly, as is mine.

A few minutes pass. He lifts his head and looks down at me. Fuck me, he looks ethereal. His face is coated in sweat, his hair wet with it too. A small bead falls from his chin onto my neck. I feel like my heart is going to beat out my chest when he smiles at me, his eyes partially closed like he could fall asleep any second. He leans down to kiss me, a tender kiss, his tongue slowly massaging with mine as we both settle from our orgasms.

"Well that has never happened before." I sigh happily when our lips part. 

"Is it bad if I tell you how fucking sexy and hot you look right now?" He says. "All fucked out, underneath me with my cock still buried deep inside you." His lips find my neck, his teeth gaze at the skin delicately.

A small involuntary clench surrounds him with his dirty words. His softening dick twitching at the clench, a small whimper escaping him from how sensitive he still is.

"You liked that huh?" He smirks.

"I am just wondering how someone who is so angelic and ethereal looking right now can utter such dirty words." I smirk back.

“In all seriousness though, are you ok?” he asks looking at me.

“You just gave me 2 of the most intense orgasm I have ever had and during sex. I am more than ok.” I giggle

A sudden rush of emotions flood over me. It feels like I’ve been hit. My eyebrows furrow as I try to hold it in but Seonghwa can see it. He moves off of me, the empty feeling inside me after being full of him makes me feel it even more. He lies beside me, pulling me into his warm chest.

“Sorry.” I whisper holding onto him

“It is ok my darling.” he soothes. “It is a lot of emotions right?” 

“I’ve just never experienced something so intimate. I’ve had a lot of sex but nothing like this.” I reply. “Shit, that makes me sound like I am easy.”

“No, it doesn’t! You are 22 years old. It is healthy to have sex. I hate how women are shamed by it or feel they have to apologise for having it. If it was a guy no one would say anything, his friends would high five him. It isn’t right.” he says kissing the top of my head.

“I’ve only ever come from foreplay and never that intense. I didn’t realise sex could feel so, so….. mindblowing.” I say

“I do aim to please.” he laughs as I playfully hit his chest. "Joking aside, I understand how overwhelming it is. I've never had a connection with a woman like I have with you." He strokes my hair. "To be honest it slightly scares me how strongly I like you in this short space of time, how much I want to protect you, keep you safe with every fiber of my being."

I feel the same way but I don’t know how to vocalise it right now without my emotions taking over. I don’t want this special moment between us to end with me crying all over him. Tonight has been magical and I want to end it happily. 

"I really hope this room is as quiet as you said it is because we were loud." I comment

I am normally vocal during oral when it feels good but never while having sex, I do the obligatory 'oh yes' here n there, have even faked a few orgasms too but the noises I made tonight were uncontrollable. Hearing his groans, feeling his panting breath on my skin, the way his thrusts hit me so perfectly, it brought something out in me.

"Me too!" He says, causing us both to laugh.

We lay in one another's arms a bit longer, no words being spoken. Just a comfortable silence with occasional kisses and sweet whispers, our naked bodies entwined together with no barriers of clothes between us.

“I don’t want to move but we have to get cleaned up.” he groans

I grumble in mild annoyance but I know he is right. We are both coated in sweat and there is that distinct smell of sex in the air too. I know my bedding will be ripe with it and I regret not taking the comforter off first. We peel away from another, literally peel because our sweaty skin has stuck together. 

Seonghwa stands up from the bed and pulls the used condom off his now flaccid cock. He is definitely a show-er and not a grow-er as it is still long and thick even in its flaccid state. I watch as he walks around my bed, puts the tied up condom in my little bin and goes into the bathroom. Watching him walk around my bedroom completely naked with not a care in the world makes my tummy flip slightly. I hear the sound of water running in the sink, I sit up, looking around the room at our discarded clothes mixed in with the ones I had left on the floor earlier. 

Seonghwa comes back in with a washcloth, telling me to lie back, he begins to clean my body. Ideally I would prefer a shower but I am honestly too fucking exhausted and my bedding is covered in sweat anyway. No point getting clean then getting into dirty bedding. It reminded me that tomorrow I need to go to the shopping mall to buy new bedding as I realised this morning I don’t have any spare covers.

“Where are your pyjamas?” he asks

“Still in my suitcases. I seriously need to unpack. I am living like a total slob.” I laugh

“We are going shopping at the weekend to get all your new furniture.” he says. “And no arguments!” he adds as I go to say something

“Fine!” I sigh dramatically as he kisses my nose, “You do realise 8 against 1 is not a fair fight. I am in a losing situation every time with you guys.”

“Precisely, means you cannot argue with us because we will always win and we will be able to spoil you every time!” he wiggles his eyebrows.

Seonghwa helps me get changed into clean pyjamas and while he has gone to his own room to get his things I quickly run around, pick up all the clothes lyings everywhere, and give my bedding a quick spray with freshener. I am taking my makeup off in the bathroom when I hear my bedroom door close. Seonghwas head peeks around the bathroom door with his hand covering his eyes, making me laugh. 

We brush our teeth and apply all our skincare products before Seonghwa lifts me up and walks back into my bedroom. I am less scared this time but I still hold onto him firmly until he places me softly on my bed. He gets into the bed beside me and I cuddle into him straight away. We spend a few minutes kissing sweetly before settling down to sleep.

“Just to let you know that I snore and talk in my sleep.” I say nuzzling into the crook of his neck

"I notice how to tell me that after I have gotten into bed and become comfortable." He laughs lightly

"Means you can't leave me." I giggle sleepily 

“I couldn't leave you even if i tried.” he replies, his fingers moving from hair away from my face. “Go to sleep now.” he adds quietly

“Goodnight, Hwa.” I say, yawning

“Goodnight my darling.” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "Sweet dreams."

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