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sunshine-theseus · 6 months

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Always The One | Sam Kerr x Reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: you have a huge fight but she’ll always be the one for you.

Warnings: angst, sorta some fluff?

I’m not sure if it was because I was tired from my shift, or the fact I’d waited at the restaurant for over an hour and my girlfriend hadn’t bothered to show, that had my crying in Jessie’s apartment at 9:03pm on a Thursday night.

Jessie Fleming was possibly the sweetest person to ever walk the earth, and my closest friend.

“Still nothing from her?” she asks softly from the kitchen.

I let out a slow hum, indicating Sam had seemingly not noticed her girlfriend of 3 years was missing from their shared apartment on such an important date. Then I quickly check my phone again to make sure I haven’t unknowingly shut it off or somehow just missed a text or call from the woman.

“Well, you still have a spare uniform you left here a couple months ago if you need it for your shift tomorrow. But now, we eat ice cream and watch Fantastic Mr Fox until you fall asleep.” She plops down on the couch next to me with a pitying smile gracing her face.

“Wait. Before we do that.” I grab my purse from beside my feet and pull out two small items.

“Are you kidding me?! You’re fucking joking, you’re pulling my leg. Are you serious!” She rushes out questions before snatching the items to get a closer look.

“These are really real!?”

I chuckle at her, trying to stop the tears that are forming behind my eyes.

Sam and I had begun the IVF process a few months ago after some encouragement from Katrina, Sam’s national teammate, and I’d missed my period a few days ago so I took a test. I thought it would be a nice surprise for our anniversary. That, and the small black band with a simple diamond that sat snug in a red velvet box in my bag for three months now. But obviously she didn’t show, and I wasn’t sure what to do now.

“Yeah… they’re real. I wanted to propose and show her the test tonight. But, well, you know.” I start crying again before I can stop myself, and I’ve fallen asleep not long after Jessie starts playing with my hair.

~~~~~~~~~

Work the next day did not help take my mind off the events of last night. Being a paramedic was obviously a difficult job, but I hadn’t had this amount of bad luck on a shift in a long time, and the calls just seemed to keep getting worse.

Our first call was an elderly lady whose grandson had accidentally pushed her down her front steps, she’d hit her head pretty hard, and her knee was dislocated but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t fix and get her help for at the hospital.

Later in the day we’d gotten called to a collision on the A3 motorway, 2 women and their daughter in one car and a drunk man in a large truck. One of the mums had passed away before we’d gotten there, the other fractured her clavicle and some ribs and had a broken leg. The daughter had been knocked unconscious, a broken nose and arm and a fractured C5 and C6. The man got out with barely a scratch.

That’s when I had to take a break and try to call Sam. Holding the hand of the woman and her daughter became harder when I pictured Sam and our daughter in their place.

She didn’t answer. That call or the 3 others I made before I clocked off at 6pm, uniform stained with blood.

I’d zoned out the whole drive home. I wasn’t even sure I was heading home until I’d pulled into the driveway.

I also didn’t notice the now filled space where Sam’s car sat, or the dirty Airforce 1s by the front door that were missing when I’d left yesterday morning (I’d gone straight from my shift to the restaurant), and I didn’t notice the figure slouched on the couch watching the AFL game she’d clearly missed during training today, a beer already in hand.

I went straight to the shower to wash off the blood and cry. Then I got changed into an oversized jumper and shorts, avoiding any of Sam’s jumpers I’d usually curl up in after a hard day, sat on our bed and cried some more.

I don’t get to cry for too long before the bedroom door slams open and Sam beings to yell.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me!?” I just groan in response and cover my ears with a spare pillow, but she grabs it and stands in front of me, forcing me to look at her and the pregnancy test she held tight in her hands. I’d fucking forgot to throw the other ones out.

“When were you planning on fucking telling me this round had worked hmm? That we’re going to have a baby!?” I look my girlfriend in the eyes for the first time in 2 days.

“Last night. At the restaurant. You know… for our anniversary?” and I know it’s sick, but I found joy in the way her face dropped and realisation appears behind her eyes.

“Fuck Y/N! I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry I forgot. How did I forget??”

“I don’t know how you forgot Sam. I sent you a text after you left for training. And another during my lunch break at work. And right as I was heading to the restaurant. And I called, got Jessie to remind you too, which I know she did. How the fuck did you forget Sam?” I get up from the bed and approach her.

“I don’t know, I got carried away hanging with Mills and Guro, but for fuck’s sake drop the attitude.”

Dro- drop the attitude!? She cannot be serious.

“What was that?”

“Drop the attitude Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot but the condescending tone is unnecessary, you’ve forgotten shit too.”

“Yeah! I have! Like if it’s my turn to cook dinner or if you have a physio appointment. Not a fucking anniversary Sam!”

“And this isn’t just about the anniversary anymore. I called you four times during work today and you didn’t pick up. You didn’t think calling four times during work meant I might really need to speak to you? Because when I held the hands of a little girl who had to say goodbye to one of her mum’s and the other mum who had to say goodbye to her wife all I could think of was you and you didn’t answer once. And then I see you for the first time in nearly 48 hours and the first thing you wanted to do was yell at me instead of calmly asking? It’s too much.”

I start running my hands through my hair and pacing around the room. This can’t be happening. What the fuck is happening here? Before I can think about much more, I grab my work bag and start packing a uniform and some clothes.

“Wh- what are you doing? Oh come on you’re not leaving over a silly argument.” We’d made our way to the front door by now.

“No! I’m not! I’m leaving because you can’t seem to see why I’m so fucking upset over any of this Sam. And the fact you got so ‘carried away hanging with Millie and Guro’ to forget your 3-year anniversary and just ignore all my calls. I was really excited to share the test with you, have a family, I’m not really sure what to do about that now. Oh, and here, was going to give this to you too.” I slam the small velvet box down on the counter by the door before grabbing my work boots and rushing to my car.

I hear the door slam behind me, but no footsteps follow, so I hop in and drive to Jessie’s apartment once again.

~~~~~

I’m laying between Jessie and Erin, the latter of whom Jessie had begged to come over to try and make me smile after I’d been crying non-stop, when there’s a banging on the door.

“Jessss! I know Y/n’s there please let me talk to her.” The familiar Australian accent makes me tear up again.

Erin gets up instead of Jessie and tells us she’ll handle Sam, send her away somehow.

3rd pov

Erin opens the door to a very dishevelled Sam Kerr, who’s eyes are red, hair a mess, having finally been let out of the low ponytail so she could run hands through it in a panic.

“Ez. What are you doing here? Where’s Jessie, and Y/n?”

“Sorry Sam, Y/n isn’t here. Jess ‘n’ I decided to have a sleepover so she can take me to training tomorrow because my car’s in the shop.”

“Erin come on I’m serious, she wouldn’t go anywhere else except here.”

“I’m sorry mate I haven’t heard from or seen her since our game against Man City when she had the day off.” Sam let’s out an angered sigh but accepts the idea that maybe her girlfriend had run off to one of the other girls, seeing as most of her friends were Sam’s teammates, either from Chelsea or The Matildas.

“Yeah ok, um, let me know if you hear anything yeah? I really need to talk to her.” Sam’s hand shakes as she pats Erin’s shoulder before turning away, getting back into her car to try Kyra’s or Ann-Katrin and Jess’, both friendships that seemed so unlikely to Sam, yet were some of her girlfriend’s closest friends.

1st pov

I let out a breath of relief when Erin returns to us without a certain striker trailing behind her.

“Maybe you should talk to her. She might fucking crash in the state she’s in.” the thought makes me feel bad for a moment, but she shouldn’t be allowed off that easily.

“No, she’s stupid but not that stupid. And she deserves to worry for a moment.” It was probably really mean, but I refuse to believe she doesn’t deserve a taste of her own medicine.

~~~~~

It takes me 2 more days of her calling before I start to really miss Sam, and decide to head back to our apartment just to see if she’s there, because Jessie told me how she hadn’t shown up to training on Yesterday and she wasn’t on the pitch as I watch Chelsea verse West Ham on Jessie’s tv.

As I walk through the door, the only thing I hear are the tiny meows of our cat Helen, who runs up to me to rub against my legs. I missed her.

But then I start to look around and realise what a mess the place is. Beer bottles are spread across every room and there are takeout containers that clearly hadn’t been put away since they arrived, sitting on the coffee table in the lounge room. I walk further down the hall but trip of some random pair of sneakers. No more than two steps after that, glass crunches under my boots and I frown when I see a photo of Sam with the FA Cup I had taken after their win last season. It was my favourite picture of her in her Chelsea kit.

“Sammy?! Where are you?” my voice echoes throughout the space as I creep towards the bedroom.

As I pry open the door, I’m met with a sight that both warms and squeezes my heart. Sam is covered in blankets, snoring softly. Her eyes are puffy and there are both fresh and old tear stains running down her cheeks. She looked strangely angelic, peaceful. Like the girl I’m in love with.

When I pull the blankets back, I see her hugging the teddy I got for her to take on international breaks when I couldn’t make it, doused in my perfume. I’d got it for her on our 6-month anniversary, and it didn’t take her long to buy me one for when she went away. The same one that is currently sitting on our windowsill, seeming very lonely.

She’s dressed in only a sports bra and some checkered boxers she’s been obsessed with sleeping in, but doesn’t seem to have changed in the past 2 days.

Her eyes blink open as I softly shake her away, but once she catches sight of me, she bolts up-right and scrambles to hug me.

“Hey Sammy.” I’m too tired to be angry at her anymore. I just miss her.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry I was so horrible to you. I don’t deserve to be forgiven but I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am and how much I love you and this baby.” I then catch a glimpse of a ring, the ring, that is placed perfectly on her ring finger.

“Y- you’re wearing the ring?” and she doesn’t get a chance to reply before I’m kissing her.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you! I’m still mad at how you treated me.” I pull back to tell her before she can reciprocate the kiss.

She doesn’t meet my eyes but nods. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I want to show you that and show you how sorry I am.”

“I expect you to get me every single thing I crave in the next nine months and give me cuddles whenever I ask.”

Before she can I agree I add. “And that’s only for not letting me give me whole speech about how much I love you before I propose. There’s a lot more ground to cover for the other shit.” But I smile and kiss her again.

“I would have said yes before you could talk any way. Oh! And I have a surprise for you too. I was going to give it to you on our anniversary too.”

Sam gets up and rushes to the drawers, pulling out a familiar box.

“No fucking way were you going to propose on the same day.” She simply pulls out the ring and holds it out to me.

“Will you be my wife? If you say no I might actually drop dead.” I cry before anything else. But then I catch her looking at me expectantly and I just nod before hugging her tight.

“I can’t wait to have a family with you.” I whisper in her ear.

“I bags being the fun mumma!”

“Nooo way!”

“Yuh huh! You’re going to be the safety conscious one. You literally make me renew my first aid with you every single year. I’m definitely the fun one.” I groan but hug her tight. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“SAM I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ONCE THIS THING IS OUT OF ME HOW DID YOU CONVINCE ME TO DO THIS!?” I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve been in labour by now, but I’m sure Sam’s hand was about to break and everyone in the building could hear me swearing my head off.

“You’re almost there chickee, just a few more pushes I promse.”

“You said that last time and it was not just a few more pushes!”

Before either of us can say anything else I’m pushing again, and 6 minutes later, a baby’s cries fill the room, and Maeve Wren Kerr-Y/l/n joined her twin sister Charlie May Kerr/Y/l/n in their mothers arms.

When I look over at Sam, she’s smiling adoringly down at Charlie, and I see a tear run down her face.

“You’re so beautiful.” I reach to grab her hand while Maeve sleeps in my arms.

I don’t think I could love anyone, or anything more than I love Sam. In 8 months when we get married, I’ll look her in the eyes as we say ‘I do’ and I’ll know she was always going to be it for me. She’ll always be the one.

#woso x reader #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr #the matildas x reader #woso

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misshoneyimhome · 3 months

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Thank you for the blurb! I enjoyed reading it. Is it possible to explore his praise kink and orgasm denial with the inexperienced OC? Bonus points if they do in his childhood room or somewhere in Sweden? #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Always love a good blurb, but I also love writing out a story 😉 And naturally we can explore things further, darling 🤍

And Willy's childhood room in Sweden? Oh yes! 😍

[Anyway, I have no idea what the boys' schedule looked like when they were in Sweden - but hey, my story, my rules 😉 Just tried to have it make a little sense😅]

Warnings; 18+ smut; teasing/edging, fingering; unprotected sex; praise kink;

Word count: 3.9K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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Please note: I’ll try and stick to only posting on Tuesdays, Thursdays & Saturdays in order to help myself keep up with my schedule 🤍 thank you

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt ||| I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

"See you soon! Sleep well," you waved goodbye to the Swedish family after the Leafs had won the last Global Series hockey match against the Wilds.

And it hadn’t just been a win for the Leafs; your boyfriend, William Nylander, had scored the game-winning overtime goal in front of the Stockholm crowd and his entire family.

"See you tomorrow!"

And the night had been nothing short of brilliant.

You had had the fantastic chance to stand by William's side, cheering him on from the side lines as he experienced this unforgettable once in a lifetime moment.

And furthermore, William had been attracting more attention than ever. With the NHL buzzing about him and playing in his other hometown, he really made a name for himself. Not that he wasn't already well-known, but it seemed like things had cranked up a notch.

The talk show with Bianca and the Vogue photoshoot, especially, were something new. And you were nothing but proud of him. He handled it all effortlessly, like a natural.

Yet, he was worn out.

And as you both headed to the hotel room for the night, following a packed weekend of hockey games, meeting the Nylanders, and William constantly in the spotlight, you were both drained and flopped onto the bed immediately.

Hardly bothering with pyjamas, you just stripped off your clothes, tossing them aside, and snuggled under the covers.

"Hey," William then spoke softly in the dark, making you turn in his arms and gaze at him, barely able to discern his familiar features. "Are you okay, älskling?"

His Swedish pet name was something he'd started using during the trip, inspired by his father calling his mum by it. He found it cute, and it seemed to suit you perfectly.

"I'm great, Willy. Why do you ask?" you gave him a sweet smile, trying to convey it through the darkness with your soft tone of voice.

"Just want to make sure... you know, since I dragged you along, and we've hardly had any time together. I've just been working and feeling tired all the time..."

"Don't worry, I knew it would be like this – besides, I've managed to get a lot of work done, and now we can finally chill for a few days before heading back," you whispered gently, playing with his hair as he held you close.

"Yeah, and I'm just so glad you're here... you have no idea how much it means to me," he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"Me too, Willy."

There was a brief moment of silence as you both rested and locked eyes, tenderly caressing each other. Then, William let out a deep sigh and a soft grunt.

“What’s wrong?” you chuckled, hearing William's peculiar sounds and unclear breaths.

“What… I'm just, relaxing…”

“Baby, I think you're more than relaxing…” you let out a soft laugh as you felt his finger slowly tracing the hem of your panties under the covers.

“Hmm, maybe…”

“Willy, you need to get some sleep,” you tried to keep him in check, although you secretly desired nothing more than to be touched by your man.

“I’m just a little horny,” he whined, but you both knew it was time to get some rest if you wanted any energy left.

“We can save it for tomorrow,” you gently suggested, earning another sigh from him.

“Great… now I’m hard,” William chuckled lightly, and you didn't doubt it as you softly pressed your thigh against his groin.

“You got a hard on from just that?”

“Yeah… What can I say, baby? You turn me on like nothing else - plus, I have so many ideas of what I’d like to do with you,” he murmured before placing a small kiss on your jawline, making one last attempt to sway you.

But you stayed resolute, mostly because you were genuinely tired, and having sex with William often required a certain level of energy.

“Babe, tomorrow, when we have more energy and can do it good,” you said, trying not to let out a soft moan as his lips softly pressed against your skin.

“Oh, you better be good, älskling… you’re giving me blue balls here,” he whispered dark and seductively, still playing with the hem of your underwear as he nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “Let’s see how you’ll feel when I won’t give you what you want then.”

And with those husky words, William withdrew and turned to lie on his back. Fully aware of how he left you in an eager state of mind, his words sparking thoughts in your head. You couldn't wait for tomorrow now, yet exhaustion quickly took over, and you both drifted off to sleep.

As you both woke up to the chime of your alarm the next morning, you were still groggy and in desperate need of more sleep. Yet, despite the fatigue, there was an undeniable excitement about the day ahead.

It was one of those rare occasions when William had a full day off, and with all the media work already wrapped up, it was a much-needed break for both of you.

So, as you slipped out of the covers and headed to the bathroom, a smile graced your lips as you turned on the hot water. You let it cascade down your naked body, closing your eyes, and allowing the warmth to relax your mind and soul.

And just as you felt every tense muscle finding its peace, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Well, good morning, babe,” William's husky morning voice pulled you out of your relaxed state, and you opened your eyes to meet his with a broad grin.

“Morning… care to join?” you teased with a soft smirk, and you didn't need to convince him further as he quickly shed his boxers and joined you under the hot water.

William's hands then began to caress your body as he pressed his torso against your back, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Meanwhile, his lips found your neck, placing soft butterfly kisses, and your mind returned to its blissful state as you closed your eyes again, resting your head against William’s broad chest.

It was gentle. His fingers trailed your smooth skin, gliding over your breasts and nipples before slowly moving further down. Down your tummy and past your belly button, where he then, as sly as ever, found the top of your sensitive area.

“Willy,” you murmured softly, a small plea for more, a sign of how good his touch felt. Even if it hadn't turned sexual yet, the sensual behaviour was slowly turning you on, and the gentle tease had you yearning for more.

You felt his fingertips gently gliding through your folds, sliding over your clit a few times before moving further down to tease the entirety of your entrance. Yet, it didn't go in. Nor did his finger linger when he circled your clit a few times, sending that familiar wave of pleasure through your body. But it was fleeting.

As you arched your back against William, a clear sign that you were desperately craving more, he didn't provide the touch needed to reach that intense peak.

“Willy, please,” you moaned, your hands uncertain, one reaching back to try to reach his neck, while the other desperately tried to hold onto his wrist, preventing him from moving away.

But your strength was no match for his. His strong arms held you close, and his hand did as he pleased - denying you the satisfaction you so desired.

You felt your legs trembling, slowly turning to jelly as your mind blurred with every teasing touch. Small cries escaped your lips, your brow furrowing as you approached the edge of an orgasm. Yet, just as you signalled that you were on the brink, William denied you the climax.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as William once again withdrew his fingers from where they could have easily brought you to an orgasm. “Please, Willy, please…”

But you felt his confident smirk against the crook of your neck, and as you tried once more to push yourself over the edge, your boyfriend withdrew his touch, leaving your body in a complete state of frustration.

“You didn’t like that, did you?” he chuckled into the back of your head, while you panted in disappointment, not having reached the climax you were so close to but yet so far.

“You’re a teasing devil, Nylander…” you breathed out heavily, turning your trembling body around to lock eyes with his, your hands finding his neck to support you against his body.

“I know… should've let me take care of you yesterday, huh?” he grinned, overly satisfied as his hands rested on your lower back, and his lips gently touched yours. “You should've been a good girl for me.”

“Hm, maybe I should have… how about we finish it now then?” you tried to look up at him and bat your eyes in your sweetest manner. But William had other plans.

“Not right now, älskling, we have to go soon.”

Although his hard cock spoke louder than his words, also in dire need of release, William chose not to take care of it. Instead, with a dark grin, he pulled away from you, leaving you feeling completely used and denied, utterly sexually frustrated.

And as you finished up the shower by yourself, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

You knew William wasn’t just teasing you from last night. No, this enjoyment went beyond that.

As you had experienced from the very beginning of your relationship with William, he had shown you multiple ways to experience pleasure. From fingering you in the car on the way back to his condo, where he also denied you an orgasm, to later fucking you senseless on his dining table, he had a knack for playful teasing and savouring the anticipation.

It was simply one of his kinks.

The way he relished being in complete control, sexually frustrating you and leaving you desperate for more, turned him on to no end. So much so that he could restrain his own need for climax.

And as you got dressed and ready for the day, your cunt still pulsating in your panties as you exited the hotel, you headed to the car, took your usual seats, and William drove off to meet his family.

They had all planned to spend the day like a normal family, or as normal as a hockey-centric family could be.

But most importantly, you drove up to the family house just 50km outside of Stockholm, where you'd spend one night before heading back to your daily lives in Toronto, while the team had another day in the Swedish capital.

But before William would reunite with them in a few days, you had him by your side, and he did not leave it. With a firm hand on your thigh during the ride, teasingly making its way further up under your skirt before he pulled away, claiming he needed to "turn the wheel” - which you knew well enough he could manage with just one hand - and then it was back on your thigh.

He was a teasing master, and he revelled in it.

Upon arrival and reuniting with the family, you all gathered and spent the day in the best Nylander manner. Board games, food, hockey games - whether outside or on video - conversations, and more food. It was the perfect day, allowing you to get to know this side of William. There was not a moment during the day without laughter, and his grandmother? Probably the sweetest lady you'd ever met.

They were all incredibly sweet, making you feel like a part of the family already. Despite the language barrier, they did everything they could to make you feel comfortable and included.

And William was thrilled, his eyes constantly following your every move. The way you laughed along and participated in everything had him beyond excited. His family meant the world to him, and now you were a part of it.

Then, as the night slowly wore on, everyone found their respective rooms to spend the night. With the Nylander clan being rather extended, it was natural for them to share a big house.

Yet what truly left you in awe was when you stepped into the room where a young William Nylander had spent many summers - watching hockey, playing video games, probably masturbating to different kinds of porn, and now you were here with him.

“This is a nice room,” you commented with a soft smile, tracing your fingers over the shelf filled with medals and trophies from his younger hockey days.

“Just a typical guy’s room, I suppose,” he spoke softly, coming to hug you from behind. His lips quickly found your neck as he returned to his game, which he'd been playing all day, and you could almost feel his mischievous grin against your sensitive skin.

Once again, your body instinctively melted into his touch. It was like a reflex – leaning into him, desperately in need of more this time.

“Please, no more teasing,” you found yourself pleading, your tone whinier than intended. All day, he had been playing with you, his touches mere torture. Now, finally alone, he could give you what you craved.

Well, to some extent. His family was just down the hall, but the tingling in your body didn't give much thought to that in that particular moment.

“You want me to… touch you?” his dark voice echoed in your ear as his hand slid up under your skirt, teasingly rubbing you between your legs on the outside of your tights.

“Yes, Willy… I do,” you almost panted.

“Here? With my family around?”

“Yes…”

“Then you’ll have to be a good girl for me… can you be quiet?”

But you knew as well as him that a straight-up 'no' was the honest answer. Yet, the touch of his hand had you replying with the only answer that mattered.

“Yes… I can be quiet.”

With a wide grin, William turned you around in his arms. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue hungrily exploring yours before pulling apart. Both of you gasped for air as you ran your hands under his shirt, showing him just how desperately you wanted him naked.

And swiftly, he gave you what you wanted.

After discarding his shirt and sweats, William turned his attention to you. He pulled your shirt over your head, snapped your bra open, and tossed it aside. Then, with his muscular arms wrapped around you, he effortlessly tossed you onto his medium-sized bed – slightly smaller than his huge king-size back in Toronto.

Leaning over your body, his mouth found yours once again, sharing a hungry and eager kiss, before he traced your jawline. William moaned seductively as he moved further down, massaging each of your breasts and sucking on your nipples one at a time.

Throughout the day, impatience had grown within you, and you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as William's mouth travelled further down your bare torso to the hem of your skirt.

“So needy, baby,” William murmured into your skin, glancing up at you as he snuck two fingers under the fabric. He then swiftly pulled down your skirt along with your tights and panties in one go.

“Yes… I need you,” you moaned softly, lying naked on the bed before him, your eyes locked with William's as he sat back on his knees and calves, gently stroking his growing member through his boxers.

“God… all the things I wanna do to you, baby…” he moaned softly, slightly surprised by how turned on you made him by just lying there in front of him.

“Touch me, Willy… please,” your soft cries were like sweet music to him. Though growing impatient himself, he still wanted to savour your body a little more first.

William then stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his saliva before tracing them up your folds, earning small moans to escape your lips as he teased your sensitive flesh. Your hands found the sheets on each side of you as he then slowly eased his two digits inside your heat, his eyes still focused on yours as he felt the embrace and warmth of your walls.

“M-m-more…”

And as you kept pleading, William slowly increased his soft pumps, scissoring your insides as he gently stretched you, preparing your tight hole for his throbbing cock. It felt like another round of his teasing game, giving you a taste of pleasure but only enough for you to crave more. As you began to feel the familiar excitement build up and course through your body, you couldn’t help but grip tighter with your hands, your eyes shutting close as you pushed your hips against his hand. And your moans grew louder as the orgasm was just within reach.

A wide smile formed across William’s lips as he felt your walls pulsating, eager to reach the much-needed climax. He kept pumping his thick digits, his other thumb finding your clit as he knew he could bring you to the edge within shortly.

The circling of your little pea of nerves, coupled with his pumping fingers, brought you mere nanoseconds from your orgasm. Your breaths grew deep and heavy as you frowned your eyes, trying your best to focus on reaching that impending high.

“Yes, Willy…” you whimpered under his touch.

But just as you were about to let out a loud, satisfied moan, William denied you the intense orgasm. Instead, he retreated his fingers, hovering over you, and slapped a hand across your mouth, causing you to almost shout out in a disappointed cry.

“Shhh, baby,” William hushed you with an overly satisfied smirk. “Thought you'd be a good girl and be quiet.”

He knew you couldn’t stay completely silent as he fingered you, deliberately bringing you close to the edge only to deny what you desired most. A devilish game.

But, despite how much William enjoyed the teasing and denying, he also craved bringing you pleasure, satisfying your desires, and being the one to take you to that intense high.

And as you squirmed a little under him, he shifted his position, discarding his boxers and reaching down to find your damp knickers.

“Open up, baby,” you spoke darkly as he turned to hover over you once again. “We need to make sure you won’t wake everyone up.”

And you simply complied, opening your mouth for him to stick your underwear into, providing a makeshift gag for you to bite on and moan into.

It was rather hot, you thought. The way he looked at you intensely, contemplating how he'd fuck you and bring you both to climax.

Then, as you tried to flash him a sweet smile with the piece of fabric in your mouth, William's hard member found your entrance and pushed itself in.

In this moment, you were a little glad that you could let out moans, though the panties didn’t cover all the noise. Your fingers found William’s hair as his hips began rocking, finding a pace to stimulate your walls.

He felt so incredibly good inside you. His length filled you up completely as he thrusted, his pace quickening, and his force hardening with every pound. William had to grip down the sheets on each side of your head to hold himself back from moaning, feeling the climax build up.

And he struggled.

You were so tight around him, and though he had been the one teasing you and denying your orgasms, he too had become more and more turned on. And now he realised just how much he had been torturing himself as well.

With every thrust, he felt you clenching more around his cock, your small whimpers only stopped by the knickers in your mouth. Your hand shifted from his hair to his shoulders, where he could feel your nails digging into his skin.

It was all so intense. And he knew you were once again just about to reach your climax.

“Don’t come, baby,” he whispered in between the sound of his skin slapping against yours, causing your eyes to widen as you couldn't believe he was again telling you not to come. “I want you to come with me…”

And you knew you looked like nothing but a mess for him as you felt a tear running down your eye and your thighs trembling, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to hold back.

Fortunately, William's own release was just about to peak.

“Yes, baby, you’re such a good girl,” he praised you darkly as his thrusts became so forceful that you were sure you'd be red and sore between your thighs later.

And finally, he spoke the magical words.

“Come with me…”

With a louder moan than intended, you cried out as you let the intense orgasm rush over and course through your body, your walls pulsating around William’s cock as he pumped a few more times and then shot his load into your depths. A deep groan escaped his mouth, though he tried his best to fight any loud noises.

But it was all too much for both of you to handle. Pearls of sweat formed on your bodies as friction created warmth between you, heavy breaths filling the room as William took out the piece of clothing from your mouth.

“Shit…” you panted as he lay on top of you, his arms still supporting him so he wouldn't collapse. And you felt yourself completely out of air and in a hazy state of mind.

“Yeah, baby… that was… amazing,” William breathed out as he slowly withdrew himself, repositioning back onto his knees and sweeping the sweat off his forehead.

Your body before him glistened in the dimmed light of the bedroom, and he couldn’t help but simply admire you.

It was incredible how you had started as this almost innocent, sweet girl, inexperienced in many areas involving sex. And here you were, his girlfriend, able to bring him to climax without even doing much. It had turned him on insanely how curious you'd been to explore things with him. And he couldn’t deny that the fact that you were his had blown his mind.

“Fuck, I’m dripping… I’ll be right back, älskling,” William whispered before making his way to the bathroom as discreetly as possible.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you regained control of your breath and calmed down from your high. As much as you hated William for denying you every potential orgasm for the entire day, you loved him equally for pushing the limits and testing you.

You had been curious for so long to explore new territories, and he had been nothing but patient and considerate. Always concerned about your needs and making sure you felt comfortable when trying new things.

And as William returned to the bedroom, he tossed you one of his t-shirts to sleep in. Then turning off the light, you tucked in under the covers and wrapped up for a cuddle.

“You were such a good girl for me,” he gently whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Always am…” you chuckled lightly as your eyes locked with his in the dark, only the moonshine from outside peeking through the curtain.

“Yeah, you are…”

“Do you think I was quiet enough?” you then asked in a slightly nervous whisper.

“Definitely not, baby… but I just love you for it,” William chuckled in return before pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Shit… well, then I guess I really made an impression on your family.”

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warnings: +18, fwb to lovers, college au, quirkless au, protected sex, public sex, overstimulation, body worshipping (?), tiny bit of angst, hint of breeding kink (if you squint hard), touya is one year older than reader, lots of pet names, two dorks pinning on each others.

characters: touya todoroki x fem!reader

words count: 7,9k

notes: look... i’m confused as much as you guys are over the length of this fic. but i got inspired so much by a bunch of songs in my dabi playlist and before i knew it things turned out like this. hope you guys like it 💜

you remember meeting with touya todoroki a month after the new semester at your college started, at a party thrown by toga himiko who was a new acquaintance of yours that is friend with the handsome white haired senior; everything started when you two got introduced to each others by the blond girl and his intense gaze fell upon you making a shiver run down your spine, this resulted in you straightening your posture under his amused expression while you replied with a glare that only made his grin widen.

as the party progressed, a glass of drink lead to another and before you knew it his lips were on yours ferociously, hands down palming your butt cheeks and fondling them as he made you walk back into toga’s room and fall onto your friend’s bed while you kept running your hands through the senior’s hair. if you two had sex that night? hell yeah you did, the most fantastic sex you’ve ever had to date.

touya knew what he was doing and he was extremely good at it.

after that night the two of you run a lot into each other since toga was your common friend. in one way or another you two always ended up having sex again which is why after the fifth time you two did it, at his shared apartment with shigaraki and shuichi when they were out with the group, the two of you settled for a friends with benefits relationship seen how good your chemistry was whether under the sheets or out of them.

when choosing the rules for the agreement, one was to not fall in love with the other party and that in the case one of the two does, your relationship would end right away.

needless to say that despite knowing the rule and what you were getting yourself into, you ended up falling for touya eventually but never said a word about it and just act around him like you always do, so that relationship would last as long as possible because you weren’t yet ready to cut ties with him (nor you will ever be, but yeah...).

another rule was that if any of the two parties wanted, you could have sex with whomever you want outside of your relationship and you obviously agreed at the beginning since falling for that cocky and arrogant dumbass of touya wasn’t exactly in your bingo book.

ohh how bad you regretted agreeing to that dumb rule when last week you saw him make out in the school’s corridor with a female senior who was clinging to him like an octopus, making you clench your jaw and swallow the urge to scream at her to get off from him because he’s yours only to kiss, but of course that was out of question.

you two were almost nothing to each others after all.

after that you spent the next week either ghosting him, avoiding him, making up excuses to not meet with touya or came out on the spot with commissions to do, appointments and such, also limiting like this the remote possibility of being with him in a room and get swept into the mood only to end up having sex somewhere like always.

it was thursday, already, and you were packing your things to go at home hopefully without coming across touya, when another male voice reached to your ears:

“y/n do you have the chemistry notes from this morning’s class? i came in the second hour so i couldn’t follow the lecture.”, your classmate, shinsou, asked walking up to you after your last class of the day, standing next to you at the very end of the classroom as the other students left.

“sure, just bring them to me tomorrow okay?”, after some fumbling where you took out almost everything from inside your bag, you hand him a blue notebook before glancing up at the boy with a mocking grin. “you slept in again?”, when the boy looked away annoyed clicking his tongue you giggled slightly, amused by how chaotic he was despite the image that everyone pinned on him, which was the opposite of his actual personality.

“shut it please, i got mocked enough by fucking monoma.”, that made you giggled once more lifting an hand to cover your mouth. he looked down at you silently for a brief moment before keeping on. “are you not sleeping well? you got eye bags and your eyes are a little swollen too... is everything okay?”, he inquired lifting an hand to rest it on your cheek and rubbing his thumb under your eye; as expected from shinsou, of course this smartass would notice easily these kind of things.

“oh... you know, midterms are coming up and the perfectionist in me wants everything to be spot on, maybe i overdid it though...”, you ended with a little giggle while moving away from his touch, trying to not seem awkward.

it’s just that it felt so weird and wrong to you for someone who isn’t touya to touch you, and yet for the white haired senior seemed easy to replace you with some other unknown girl.

ahh damn... now i feel like crying..., pressing tightly your lips together you tried with all your might to not shed a tear and miraculously you succeeded, sniffling briefly from your nose while moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

the boy looked at you in contemplation for a while before he decided to keep talking:

“y/n do you have some time one of these days? i would like to–“

“oi shinsou, did you get lost or wha–“, kirishima cut himself off freezing at the door when he saw the two of you in the middle of talking, eyes fixed in your direction and his usual carefree smile on, arm lifted mid-air with a waving frozen hand. “ah shit...”, he cursed unfreezing from his pose and looking at you too exasperated with his own self.

shinsou sighed heavily before turning to you, his usual deadpan expression on as he put the notebook inside his bag.

“guess i’ll talk to you tomorrow, keep some minutes free for me okay? see you.”, he simply greet a confused you with an enigmatic smile on his lips that you didn’t get very well, so unnecessarily mysterious.

“sure, see you.”, was your empty reply said while wondering what was that he wanted tell you, after all yeah... you two were friends that got closer this last week, bonding over every students’ struggle, but not even remotely that close so it made you really curious.

you watched him walk up to kirishima and give him a whack on his chest, making the red head back out of the classroom apologizing loudly, as they left your line of sight quickly leaving you alone in an empty class too big for your small frame.

sighing tiredly you turned to your bag starting to put all your things inside once again; while working your books and notebooks inside it your hand brushed against something that made you jump slightly.

when you took it out you saw a keychain with a small white tiger plushy attached to it and your heart sank. it was the one touya got you after school because you laughed about how it reminded you of him and now the urge to cry came back right away.

you miss him so damn much. you were down for him horrendously to react this way about every single thing that reminds you of the boy, even the slightest thing.

something white at the front door off the classroom caught your attention, you looked up right away and when you saw who was there your eyes went wide from the shock.

touya was standing at the doorway leaning against its side with hands in the pockets of his jeans, a glare full of anger and something else you couldn’t pinpoint directed at you that made your breath hitch briefly.

“why are you here?”, you asked in a small tone, doubting he heard you with how minuscule your voice was when you spoke.

he parted from the door side walking up to you with a spiteful smirk on his handsome face that made you shiver, the boy looked more than ready to demolish you and it was obvious only by the aura surrounding him.

“ohh well you know, a certain someone has been avoiding me aaall week so i had to come pick her up once for all and guess what i saw?”, his tone was so sarcastic and full of venom that it had made you wince slightly when he made that question. his eyes turned darker and more intense as they looked at you, a cold smile on his lips. “i saw her wagging her tail at someone else, when she’s mine.”, touya finished in one breath, an inch away from you, voice becoming deeper and raspy as his eyes bored into yours with a burning desire inside him that made your throat dry.

“whatever you’re talking about.”, you brushed him off trying to play it cool before moving in front at your desk, going back to put your things inside your bag so you could leave faster that room filled with much more tension than you could handle. “and i’m not yours. can you keep your possessive hands off of me senpai?”, and sighed heavily exhausted from all that situation, wanting only to finally get home and get to bed after a long bath.

“spare me the ‘senpai’ bullshit, you’ve never called me that way so why start now?” silence. touya clenched his jaw tightly, the veins on his neck pulsing from the rage. “and you now even have the guts to say that after everything we’ve done together?”, touya barked gritting his teethes as he stared darts into you while standing in the hallway between the desks, clenched fists, trying hard to face you about what’s going on between the two of you these last weeks while you keep running away from him.

“what have we done exactly?”, you asked turning to him gazing up at the older with exasperation and pain all over your features. “aren’t you misunderstanding something here? we’re just friends with benefits, nothing more nothing less.”, you reminded him with a bittersweet feeling inside of you that kept heaving up inside your chest; you found yourself speechless though when seeing the white haired boy stare back at you with wide turquoise eyes that had pain and disappointment deep inside of them, lips parted not letting out a single sound from how speechless he was, you felt a pang inside your chest that made you waver.

touya collected himself so fast that for a moment you thought of having dreamed of that expression, he swallowed thickly looking down for a brief second before lifting his gaze on you and was about to speak if only you hadn’t spoke up, cutting him off:

“besides, why don’t you go nag to that senpai you were kissing the other day? i bet she would be more than happy to get your full attention on her.”, ugh... that came out more harsh and less collected than how you wanted it to sound, now he was going to get pissed at you and break off your agreement, this way there was nothing to tie you two together anymore.

touya stared at you shocked by those words blinking few times while a little satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he forced himself to turn serious right away by clearing his throat though, because there was no way that what he was thinking was true right? right?

“wait y/n, don’t tell me you’re jealous...?”, he asked leaning a little to the side to get a glimpse of your face; when the boy saw your face beet red, eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed and pouty lips his heart skipped a beat as he stared shocked at you for a few seconds.

“o-of course not! why would i be jealous? we ain’t dating or anything after all!”, you replied putting frantically your belongings inside the bag, not having enough courage to look at him and the face he was making.

“you’re such a bad liar.”, he whispered huskily inside your ear making you jump slightly and turn behind only to find yourself caged between his body and the desk, azure clear eyes burning on your skin hotly and you automatically held your breath back.

“i-i’m not–”

“what?”

your surprised expression melted into a pleading one as you felt so conflicted by that whole situation between you two.

god... that expression made touya want to pounce on you so bad, it was too tempting to not do nothing about it.

he took your chin between his rings decorated thumb and index lifting your face a little more, before you could say anything the boy leaned down pressing his lips against yours.

you were taken aback for a moment by that, but afterwards you put an hand on his chest pushing him away parting with a loud ‘smooch’, head dropped down and lips pulled back painfully.

“please don’t do this...”, you breathed out squeezing your eyes close to not let tears come out.

“why?”, he inquired with grim voice staring down at you upset by your words, hands resting on the wood surface behind your figure.

“because i don’t want it...”, you half lied to the older, never looking up at him; the kiss wasn’t a problem itself, but you were too much in love with touya right now to let him do that so casually and with no feelings whatsoever.

“you got no problem with that shinsou fucker touching you, but when i’m the one doing it is no good? what the heck...”, he spat coldly frowning deeply at the thought of that brat’s filthy hands touching you, it made his blood boil with rage.

you stared at him with wide eyes, never expecting him to say something like that and tilting your head slightly to peek at him, you finally broke the tense silence around the two of you:

“touya are you perhaps... jealous?”, it was your turn to tease him a little with a little amused smile curling your lips, hearing another round of silence you kept on to clarify yourself right away, thinking he may have got mad at that assumption. “i was just kidding so–”

“what are you gonna do if i was to say that, yes i am jealous?”, he cut you off lifting his head to stare intensely into your eyes, making a shiver run down your spine when you saw the seriousness inside his azure orbs mixed with possessiveness, lust and... love?

after a few seconds where you just kept staring into his eyes, heart thumping hard and fast inside your chest, you moved closer resting both hands on his chest tippy-toeing leaning closer to his handsome face pressing your lips flush against his.

touya felt his breath hitch inside his throat as he looked at your closed eyes longingly, a whimper escaping his mouth and disappearing into the kiss, arms that went right away to surround your waist pulling you against him while licking your lower lip hungrily and biting onto it not able to wait anymore after being deprived of you for a whole week.

he sneaked his tongue inside your mouth the second you parted your lips angling his head on his right kissing you so possessively and with such a passion your knees were about to give up on you making you crash onto the floor if the older wasn’t holding you up. for some reason, today you were feeling it more than the other time... was it because it has been a week since the last time you two met? or was it because this was your first kiss after you’ve finally come to accept your feelings for him? you didn’t know, what you knew though was that you wanted desperately more.

when the two of you parted, out of breath, his hazy half-lidded eyes meet your teary with lust ones while a string of saliva connected your mouths for a brief second before dissolving into thin air, leaving behind only both of your lips swollen and red.

“i love you.”

to your complete surprise, the one to say that first was touya, leaving you completely speechless staring at him with wide eyes like he was some kind of alien which made the boy snort, amused by your expression.

“you’re kidding...”, you spoke with trembling voice, trying to convince yourself rather than pointing it out at him, tears blurring building up in your eyes unable to believe the words you’ve wished to hear from him probably since even before your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship has started. have you been always in love with him and never realized or what? because how were you this overwhelmed by those three words said by him.

“you know i’m not.”, and he was right, inside his eyes there wasn’t even the slightest hint of joking and that made your tears start roll down your cheeks. “whatta cry baby you are, y/n.”, and resting an hand on the crook of your neck he leaned in at the side of your face going to delicately lick away a tear that was on your cheekbone, the gesture making you flinch slightly and turn red because he was used to do it every time the two of you had sex.

“who’s fault is it?”, you teased resting your hands on his chest and shying away from his touch, looking away completely flushed all over your cheeks while touya stared down at you with a satisfied grin.

“mine. i know baby, i know.”, he giggled back hugging you flush against his body, hand going behind your head caressing it tenderly as he kissed the side of your neck after moving away your hair from it. “just like when i make you mine over and over every night.”, the white haired senior whispered against your skin licking the spot he had kissed previously, chills running down your back making you let out a brief pant while resting an hand on his shoulder and moving back to face him.

“you’re so annoying seriously!”, you exclaimed turning your back at him peeved at how he kept winning over you, even managing to have your heartbeats fasten up with the slightest touch or movement.

“that’s not what you really want to tell me, isn’t it?”, he whispered huskily holding you from behind and looming his face close to yours from above your shoulder, nose pressed against your cheek as his eyes looked down at you, cocky. “come on, say it... what you’ve been dying to tell me...”, touya kept on leaving a brief kiss on the back of your ear that covered your skin in goosebumps, while his hands went to rest on your hips as he pressed his chest flush with your back.

you pouted timidly before turning to your left and being meet with his shit-eating grin, eyes looking down at you satisfied by seeing you like that because of him, it tickled his ego so good.

“i love you.”, you whispered softly gazing up at him from under your eyelashes, sending him and his heart into the orbit without even realizing it; god weren’t you the most beautiful, sweetest and precious princess to him who has behaved like an heartless villain to you only for the sake of protecting himself from losing his mind too much because of you. in the end, even when trying to put a limit to his own being, he ended up falling for you to the point of no return.

touya leaned into you placing a brief kiss on your bottom lip before pressing your lips together and forcing his tongue inside your mouth confidently, knowing very well that you wouldn’t refute him, it was written all over your face how much you missed and wanted him despite that cute pout on your pretty face.

suddenly you felt the tip of his index press on your clit from over your skirt, sending a spark of pleasure through your whole body that made you moan into the kiss, while his lips curled instantly up in a cocky smirk that did piss you off a little bit honestly.

“is my babygirl turned on?”, he mumbled between kisses opening his eyes and staring into yours hungrily. “in a place like this? that’s a lewd~”, touya cooed smirking wolfishly while twirling his finger over your clothed clit, his other hand sneaking up to play with your left breast making you start breath heavily from your nose as he kept kissing you with no pause.

“that’s because... you keep... touching my clit– ahh!”, you moaned out against his mouth nearly falling down from the amount of pleasure, he dropped his hand to rest on your abdomen and press you against him to support you though and that alone made your cunt clench around nothing inside your panties.

“yeah, that’s mean of me... want me to stop baby?”, the older whispered against your lips staring down at you intensely, lust completely blurring his eyes as he kept his ministration on your bundle of nerves; that friction, unfortunately, wasn’t nearly enough for you.

pressing your lips together your eyes looked into his even more turned on than you already were, it was embarrassing because you two were inside a classroom with both doors open wide for everyone to see and you felt so... weird about it.

“don’t– don’t stop... please...”, you cried out with begging eyes while placing your hand above his to press it more against your core, desperate for a release right now and that made him shudder in anticipation.

“then... what do you want me to do?”, he asked swallowing hard while staring at your face trembling with pleasure, mesmerized by it.

“touch me...”, you breathed leading his hand with yours under the hem of your pleated skirt, hearing him hiss between gritted teethes as his fingers got drenched by how wet you were and that made you smirk proudly, especially since his hard dick was poking now against your ass.

“open your legs more for me.”, touya spoke lowly, his deep and husky voice reverberating through your whole body getting your legs to shake weakly, the older smiled down at you lovingly as his hand went to hook on your inner thigh inviting you to spread them more out you complied with no complaint. “good girl.”, he cooed kissing you on the temple and staying still with his lips pressed there while going to palm your clothed pussy with three fingers, pressing his middle one against your slit and starting to rub between your folds slowly meanwhile the heel of his hand stroked your clit creating the perfect friction.

“ngh... m-more...”, you demanded softly gasping toward the end as he began to move his fingers and hand in circle motions, touya’s face leaning down towards the crook of your neck inhaling your scent before kissing the other and start sucking on that spot harshly as the pace of his fingers.

you started panting and even letting out choked out moans, but as the friction of his palm against your clit sent a spark all over your body forming a knot in your lower abdomen, you let out a moan so loud it echoed inside the classroom for few seconds before subsiding.

realizing what you just did, you went to bite down on your lower lip right away before covering your mouth with an hand, beet red from cheeks to ears with embarrassment and fear of being heard by someone outside.

touya giggled amused against your neck letting out a satisfied heavy sigh while lifting his free hand to move yours away from your mouth, before he sneaked it inside your shirt from your collar and even went past your bra starting to massage your breast slowly, giving it a little squeeze that made you let out another moan.

“it’s way too late to regret it, babydoll.”, he reasoned with you giving your slit a long drag that made a pitiful sob come out of your mouth as pleasure started to make you burn up, tears building up in your eyes for a different reason now that made you so dizzy. “i don’t think i’ll be able to stop even if you ask me to.”, the older whispered against your cheek groaning as he felt your ass brush ever so slightly against the erection inside his skinny jeans, he wanted you so desperately.

“i don’t want you to stop...”, you managed to say biting down on your lip, while letting out restrained moans, needy eyes looking down at his hand under your skirt.

he froze for a moment expecting you, the responsible one out of the twos, to try stop him with all your might saying that you can’t do something like this in public, but damn... would you look at that? not only you weren’t minding it, by the way your pussy was throbbing against his fingers touya could tell that you actually liked all this.

never judge a book from its cover, huh?, he thought with a wolfish grin forming on his lips as he want to pinch your nipples, another moan erupting from you as your back arched away from his chest.

“i won’t, gotta make up for the whole week i didn’t got to touch my baby.”, and as of cue his fingers started working your cunt the way only touya knew you liked it; god it felt amazing, the moans kept coming out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop them even in the remote case you would’ve wanted to.

“ah–! god–! touya–! i’m close–!”

“go ahead y/n, cum all over my fingers.”, he encouraged you sweetly to rub circles over your clit more frantically getting sobs, gasps and moans of pleasure out of you that made his ego raise over the roof enhanced even more by how you were grinding on him desperately, chasing your climax.

he wasn’t even touching you directly but still had you turn into putty in his hands like it was nothing. really, no one would get you down so bad for him to this point like touya does and both of you knew that very well.

“mhn! ah–! ngh–!”, and with another slow movement of his wrist, the knot in your lower abdomen unleashed making you rest your back against his chest, hand resting on his arm, trembling as you came with a breathless moan, soaking your panties and his fingers completely.

“so fucking cute...”, he coated a little his fingers with your juices, dripping at the sides of your clothed cunt, before moving back letting you bend forward as you tried to catch your breath keeping yourself up with both hands resting on the desk in front of you, bringing index and middle fingers to his mouth licking and sucking them languidly. “and delicious, like always.”, commented the older gazing at your back with a devilish smirk, full on desire inside his clear orbs as he saw your arms trembling, struggling to keep you up after the intensity of what just happened.

“so noisy... you literally just ruined my panties...”, you complained weakly looking at him from above your shoulder, eyes that were gleaming with as much desire as he had for you, he could tell only by your gaze that you wanted more than what you were letting off.

“i think that should be the last of your concerns, babydoll.”, he bit back while looking at you with a lifted eyebrow and cocky grin on his lips, grunting amused at your confused stare he crouched down behind you grabbing your butt cheeks giggling at the yelp that came out from your mouth, gazing then at his work of art between your legs. at the sight of your drooling pussy covered by black laced panties he groaned feeling his dick throb inside his pants.

“wha–? wait–! someone might see us!”, you piped in a whisper blushing at feeling his intense contemplating gaze on your cunt; god only his stare was enough to rile you up, it was insane.

“that didn’t seem to bother you earlier.”, he recalled with a snort as the left corner of his mouth curled up arrogantly, you glared at him irritated by that constant attitude of his. “besides, at this hour there’s barely anyone around here, so don’t worry and just focus on me.”, touya continued with half-lidded lusty eyes as he moved up your skirt while sticking out his tongue and leaning in between your legs.

you wanted to say something back, but completely forgot what the moment his tongue lapped from your inner thigh up to the side of your pussy agonizingly slow pace, a shaky moan coming out from your mouth as your arms gave up on you making you lean your upper body wholly on the table as he kept calmly licking all the juices covering your inner thighs sucking on the skin in some spots loudly.

“t-touya...”, you slurred resting your head on the surface of the desk and staring in front of you without really seeing, feeling your pussy start throbbing again because of the arising pleasure.

“uhm?”, the older mumbled still glued to your right inner thigh where he just left a purple mark, licking his lips satisfied, still unfazed by the fact that someone could walk in on you.

“you’re so mean...”, you cried out lifting your head slightly to peek at his face with teary eyes as one of your arms reached out to rest an hand on his, one of the most adorable pout on your lips that made his brain melt. “stop teasing me already...”

something inside his head snapped and his eyes darkened right afterwards as he stood, never breaking eye contact with you as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulling down the zipper to free from any more restrictions his hardened shaft whose tip was reddened leaking pre-cum.

“if you’re enticing me so much, it means you’re ready for what comes next right?”, he questioned with raspy deep voice grabbing your hips, going then to hook two fingers to your panties and move them aside lifting an eyebrow as he smirked down at you wolfishly.

“just hurry up and fuck me...”, was your simple answer as you crossed your arms on the desk resting your head on them, lustful gaze looking at him enamoured by his whole being making touya’s dick even more hard than before if it was possible.

he let out a breathless laugh trying to not lose his mind right on the spot, the boy took a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and teared the dark purple envelope open with his teethes before rolling it long his length under your needy and waiting stare:

“as you wish, princess.”

touya pressed both thumbs at either sides of your fold stretching open your pussy before taking his dick and aligning the tip with your entrance; with a groan from the white haired senior, the first half of his cock slid with no problems inside of you, a choked moan leaving your gaping mouth as you rested your forehead on the wood of the table, pants erupting from you as you held onto the border of the desk tightly until your knuckles turned white.

“fuck... in only one week you got this tight, that won’t do y/n...”, he giggled deeply as his eyes watched your juices coat his whole length to his pelvis, making him shudder excited.

“aahh...”, you cried out feeling his dick rub against your walls slowly as he pulled out.

he leaned toward you gripping the border of the table with an hand as he moved closer to the side of your face, shit-eating grin curling up his lips devilishly while pulling down the sleeve of your shirt.

“i’ll put a remedy to that... ngrh!”, touya cooed against your ear as he snapped his hips forward, thrusting his dick into you sharply and deep this time making yet again another loud moan come out of your mouth, the sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass echoing inside the classroom, driving you crazy.

“mm! the sound... it’s so loud... ah!”, you commented rising your head and turning back to stare at him dazed, completely out of it from the pleasure as he kept drilling his cock inside your cunt.

“what? you don’t like it from behind?”, he inquired while the smirk on his lips only kept getting wider, azure eyes fixed on how your face kept twisting every second from the pleasure he was giving you.

as he kept pounding into your pussy and rubbing a spongy spot inside of you that kept sending shivers up your spine, you leaned the side of your forehead onto the desk looking at touya with honey dripping eyes that made him satisfied beyond anyone’s imagination.

“no... i like it... nnh!”, you answered biting down on your lip as he gave a sharp thrust, the desk under you trembling with the motion, his breath fanning your ear in pants making your heart thump faster than it already was.

“‘s that so? am i hitting your sweet spot?”, he whispered pressing his lips against your shoulder and staring to suck on it harshly, hips increasing the pace of his thrusts as he kept groaning against your skin.

“yeah... it feels so good...”, you kept answering sincerely between moans and whimpers, with only riled up touya more; your honesty always managed to make him lose his mind over you, it was like this since the first day he meet you.

“then i’ll make you feel even better...”, the senior claimed before tightening the grip on your hip and the border of the table, he then started to pound into you faster and stronger making the whole desk rattle because of the power of his thrusts.

“ahh! ah! mhn! so good! touya!”, you moaned out without a care in the world, as if you two weren’t still in school, that was how amazing it felt to have him finally fill you up after a week apart.

“fuck–! you’re squeezing me so damn hard! shit–! y/n–!”, he groaned back resting his forehead on your shoulder starting to pant hard against your hot skin, eyes closed in pure bliss as your walls fluttered around his shaft.

“ah! there–! i’m cummingh!”, was your last cry out as the boy kept hitting the spot that makes you see the stars over and over, never missing it once, making you cum all over his dick while moaning his name whole heartedly.

in response he thrusts as deep as possible inside of you, wishing there wasn’t the veil of gum separating you two, stilling himself after a while with the tip of his dick kissing your cervix before his seed spilled inside the condom as a throaty groan left his mouth.

he looked up at you genuinely smiling at your dazed expression with droll rolling down from the corner of your mouth to your chin as you panted heavily, your legs trembling from how much strained they were and not only because you were standing until now, he really went all out letting off the need that had build up in those days.

“was it that good? your face has melted completely...”, he questioned straightening up and moving your hair away from your face as he caressed tenderly your cheek with his thumb, your eyes finally moving to look at him still hazy from all the pleasure.

“that’s ‘cause you did that to me...”, at your answer his dick twitched slowly hardening once again, as if you two didn’t just nearly broke down the desk from your early session from few seconds ago.

“well, i can keep going you know?”, touya spoke licking his lips as he stared down at you, eyes sparkling with a new found motivation. “turn this way.”, he ordered softly grabbing your leg and moving it to the other side, turning you on your back, an hum coming from you as his dick rubbed in circle your walls.

“mmhf...”

an evil smirk formed on his lips as he looked down at you before suddenly pulling out of your pussy:

“oops! it popped out! sorry babydoll, i need to put it back in.”

“touya, you jerk! that was on purpose!”, you whined glaring up at him mad while slapping the older across his chest, lifting yourself from the desk.

“i’ve no idea of what you’re talking about darling, it was a good thing it happened anyways no?”, that little shit lied with a cocky smirk on his face as he massaged the spot you hit, faking being hurt while actually enjoying the whole situation. “or do you want the condom to break and get knocked up?”

“wha–?!”, you blushed at his words.

“not like i would mind, since it’s you.”, he then took off the condom tying it up and leaving it on the desk to throw away later, because for now he had other plans.

touya plopped himself on the wooden bench with legs spread shamelessly, he then extended his arm towards you holding out his hand with a calm smile on his lips and an overall chill vibe.

“come here.”, yet it was so naturally commanding at the same time, making you never think twice about doing anything he says.

taking his hand enchanted, as if he put you under a spell, the older made you sit on his lap making a gasp leave your mouth as his dick brushed against your pussy slightly, stimulating you more than you already were from the previous session.

“here, put it on for me pretty girl, my hands are busy.”, he told you as he handed you another condom pulled out from the pocket of his leather jacket, never looking away from your face that he kept staring at with an excited smirk, making your cheeks flush because of it.

when you were about to talk back at him, since his hands were doing nothing, a yelp left your lips as his hot hands sneaked under your shirt lifting it up as he roamed them slowly all over your abdomen to your chest, pulling down the cups of your bra as worry took over your features.

“no one is going to see you, nobody came over despite the loud moans remember?”, touya reassured you in an hypnotic whisper as he put the condom between your hands and guided them slowly long his shaft, a gritted teethes groan coming right from the back of his throat.

“i’m gonna kick your ass so bad if anyone sees us, really...”, you threatened planting your knees on the wood bench and lifting yourself from the older’s lap to align your entrance with his dick, face so close to his that your breathes mingled fanning each others cheeks while your eyes were fixed into one another’s intensely.

“that’s it, if you’ll still be able to stand.”, and gripping your waist, with a sharp movement of his hips upwards, touya thrust his whole length inside your cunt, a devilish smirk curling his lips as azure eyes stared at you burning with desire.

you let out a choked moan while falling against his chest stunned by the sudden movement, hands holding onto his shoulders and head resting on it as an absurd amount of pleasure spread inside of you from how deep the tip of his dick was hitting inside of you.

“so deep... ahh...”, you moaned looking down where your pelvis was connected with his, head spinning.

“how is it princess?”, he asked looking at you fondly as an hand kept caressing your hip tenderly, knowing very well what you were thinking but he was an insufferable little shit who loved to tease you just like that, so of course he was going to ask.

“it’s so good... ah!”, you moaned at the end as he rolled his hips in slow circles erupting a whimper out of your lips, who now where pressed against his neck giving touya chills.

“thought you were afraid of being heard, y/n... ngh!”, he groaned surrounding you with his arms to hold your body closer to him, hips bucking up as he kept thrusting into your pussy relentlessly.

“well... nobody has come until now...”, you replied avoiding his gaze timidly, knowing that he was going to tease you for switching your opinion just like that; he was so annoying my god.

“puah! you’re such a little minx.”, the older giggled amused before letting out a choked groan when feeling your hot lips pressed against his skin as you started suck hard onto that spot. “shit... you nearly made me come just now ugh–!”, he breathed out feeling your lips curl up into a sly smile that made him shudder. god, he loved you so fucking much.

“do you think saena-senpai will notice it?”, you questioned instead gripping hard onto his shoulder as you started to bounce on the boy’s dick, moaning onto his neck while sucking hard until a red mark didn’t start to form on his porcelain white skin.

“y-yeah... but princess, don’t tell me you’re sill thinking about that... i already told her to scram off, forget about it...”, touya spoke panting as he matched his thrusts with your movements, teethes clenching hard as your walls tightened around him sending a shiver down his spine.

“no. i can... ngh... get... pretty possessive too you know... ahn!”, you chimed back moving to be face to face with him and doing your best glaring at the white haired boy, but no matter how much convincing you tried to look your expression melted in few seconds as he kept pounding into you.

“so fucking cute for me...”, he commented with a proud yet cocky smirk as he leaned in and shoved his tongue inside your gaping mouth, tongue circling yours before stroking it against the surface of yours, smiling into the kiss when he felt your arms surround his neck.

“mmhn...”, you hummed against his lips arching your back a little, whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix once again.

“fuck– agh! ngh... keep tightening around me like that baby and i won’t last that long...”, touya grunted while parting from the kiss and resting his forehead on the crook of your neck, that scent of yours invading his sense making it even harder for him to not come on the spot.

“ahh i can’t help it... it feels amazing where you’re hitting...”, ah that honesty of yours seriously, truly an hazard for him.

always holding you closer, he rested his hands on your ass cheeks starting to pound more sharply inside of you so to hit more powerfully that spot each time, your moans grow only louder at that.

“here?”, he asked in a groan while moving to look at your face, completely enamoured with the sight in front of him.

“ah! yes! t-there! there! my god, touya–! ahh!”, you cried out throwing your head back while bouncing faster on his shaft, the way it kept on hitting that soft gummy spot inside you it made you see stars, it was sublime how good he was doing you.

“that’s it baby–! keep screaming my name and i’ll give you more ugh!”, he growled between gritted teethes gluing his lips to your collarbone and sucking hard on that spot; you’ve actually lost count of how many hickeys he has given your only today, you could swear that there was one on your inner thigh and even close to your cunt.

“touya! more... please nnh...”, you whined as your pussy clenched on his dick harder, his thrusts stuttering for a brief second before their pace grew faster and stronger into you, your mind starting to go blank as you were close to your climax.

“so damn– needy...”, he was so happy and delighted by that, a satisfied smile on his lips while he stared at your fucked out expression. a masterpiece, seriously.

“only... for you...”, you replied between pants without even realizing, touya’s cock twitching inside of you making an hummed moan come out from your lips that were pressed in a thin line.

he didn’t expect that answer, which is exactly why his dick twitched so hard it sent a spark right to his pelvis.

fuck this feels fantastic..., and he has never really thought it about sex, not until you came around and conquered him like it was nothing.

his hands slid up to grip at your waist strongly and held you on place as hips moved upwards, slapping against yours hard as he kept grunting at feeling your walls start quivering around his cock.

“i told you to stop entice me so much–!”, touya spoke pressing your body onto his while bucking his hips faster and faster until his name didn’t start to come out slurred, too much pleasure for your brain to keep up without melting totally.

“ahn! that’s–! i’m coming–!”, you cried out holding onto him tighter, your cunt clenching around his dick hard.

“fuck–! shit, shit, shit–! me too baby!”, the boy growled as he thrust hard one last time before he stopped deep into you, the tip kissing your cervix, before finally coming all over the inside of that damned condom while you squirted all over his length moaning his name against his ear.

god he wanted to fuck you without that piece of gum so bad and fill your pussy to the brim with his seed. the only thought made his hips push further inside of you with a deep husky groan, making a whine leave your lips because of the overstimulation.

“‘s too much...”, you cried out staring at him dazed with tears of pleasure clouding your beautiful eyes.

“sorry... it just felt too good...”, he explained giggling weakly while resting his cheek on your chest, listening in silence to your erratic heartbeats and loving that sound so much. “i love you so bad...”, touya said out of nowhere with a peaceful expression on his face.

“i love you too...”, was your reply while looking down at him with a tender smile as you caressed his hair gently, a comfortable and wholesome silence surrounding you two. “you still owe me a new pair of panties.”

“we were having a moment there!”, the older whined upset, only for you to laugh at him wholeheartedly.

[THE NEXT DAY]

“here you go y/n, thank you for lending them to me...”, shinsou spoke while handing you your notes, eyes hesitating to look at you or the white haired senior whom you were talking with at the door of your classroom.

“you’re welcome...”, was your reply as you batted your eyelashes a few times, confused by that unusual behaviour from him.

he bowed to you and touya before pacing away towards his sit as fast as possible.

you stared at your classmate with eyebrows crossed, eyes furrowed and mouth moved into a grimace, not understanding what was happening.

“what’s gotten into him suddenly?”, you questioned out loud, arms crossing over your chest while tilting your head to the side innocently.

touya looked unbothered at you with lips pursed before he stared at shinsou, who right now was trying hard to not look at you two, and smirked arrogantly with a lifted eyebrow:

“maybe the show was too much for him.”

“huh?”, you questioned turning to the older exasperated by his random wordplays.

“nothing you need to worry about.”

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attorneys-against-court-violence · 8 months

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I'll never get over how Athena's trauma is written in Dual Destinies. I never will. It's one of few areas I have absolutely no complaints about.

At a surface-level, it's a very effective tool to evoke discomfort, fear, pity, and intrugue from the player. We get glimpses as to what's causing these nervous breakdowns of hers in 5-1 and it's nothing comforting (a courtroom with bloodied-out faces staring judgementally at a crying child is... distrubing). Those breakdowns are accompanied by near silence, letting us drink in the raw emotions of the moment. Her breakdown in 5-3 is a standout example; there's nothing but hollow wind and a shivering, broken Athena to lend the moment its deserved gravitas as she fruitlessly tries to calm herself.

Repeating the trauma of having to defend a dear friend from being accused for killing their tutor, in spite of nobody listening to you, is going to do that to you.

Come the revelations in 5-5, we get compelling body language with her covering her ears in distress - the most sensitive part of her & source of a lot of pain in her childhood. Shaking her head in denial at the revelation of what Simon saw when he walked in the robotics lab, how rarely she comes out of her sad pose during the first half of 5-5 (reminiscent of Edgeworth's own brooding pose in the Wright Trilogy, most often seen when he's reliving his own traumas). Even after things come to light and the truth is revealed, she struggles to even say what happened while locked in that Edgeworth arm-grab pose. It's fantastically handled each time it rears its ugly head.

Going deeper, it also explains a lot about her behaviour; her reflexive throwing of the police officer in 5-2 and her furious outbursts being some good examples. Her emotional state is pretty wild throughout Dual Destinies - partially because she's just like that - but partially because she's trying to keep the more uncomfortable feelings down. She goes quiet when the Blackquills first arrive, being avoidant around the topic of Simon and unable to confront Aura for just how cynical and loathing she's become. She's very iffy around blood and is noticably uncomfortable and perturbed during 5-3 (for reasons I have already mentioned). Her main motivation for keeping this pain to herself is a tragically relatable one; not wanting the drag others down in her sorrow. That's the reason she gives Phoenix when he tells him to back down and stop fighting (a stark contrast to when she objected on his behalf in 5-DLC, sensing he still had some fire left in him).

Despite having others help bring her back from a dark state of mind before, her pushing others away to carry the sufferage alone when it's too much for her feels painfully real.

But one of my favourite parts is how other characters handle it. Specifically, how Phoenix handles himself around Athena. Even if he doesn't know the full extent of her traumas, he knows she's nervous and perhaps not in the best of spirits. He's a LOT more gentle with her than Apollo, is for damn sure; guiding her through examining Courte's body and praising her for getting through it despite going pale. He does still tease in 5-DLC, 5-3, and 5-4, but it's more playful than what he does with Apollo. He also keeps it to a minimum in 5-1 after just barely making it before she has another shutdown, prioritising his role as a reliable presence over anything else. A very good example of this is 5-5; when the big revelation finally comes and Athena's ready to confess to what really happened during UR-1, Phoenix is there to reassure her that she's safe and prevents the Judge from butting in to give her room to disclose what happened.

When push comes to shove and Athena can't quite make it out of that terrible mental space on her own, it's her friends and allies that ultimately help pull her out. Juniper Woods re-assures Athena of her faith, something that had appeared to waver over this case until the truth of what she saw the day of the murder came out. Simon Blackquill reminds her why she's even here to begin with, indirectly stating that he so desperately wishes her to succeed and bring them both out of this mess. Apollo Justice - on top of the usual "your're fine!" bit - reminds her of the skills she has to turn 5-3 around. Phoenix Wright, having dealt with many a client and friend burdened by trauma, gives Athena the stable footing she needs to get back up and carry on. Even if he needs to step in now and then, it's not to belittle or infantalise her - it's to be supportive.

I've said before in a past essay I don't really think too highly of anymore that I don't really mind the fact that Athena needs so much help throughout the game. This is the main reason why; her PTSD from the events of UR-1 have a believable impact on her character and ability to perform normally, with characters helping to pull her back out in ways unique to them and their respective relationship to her. As I said, she gets all that support because she genuinely NEEDS it. The game does a good job proving that much.

And that's alright.

Part of the reason it took so long to solve this is that Athena constantly pushed people away from her problems. She didn't want anyone else to become another psychological casualty of something that otherwise only affects her. It's when she finally sees that Phoenix can and does help her that she can finally let him do so, and help him in return by digging into that dark place and letting the memories of that day come back to her.

Trauma in Ace Attorney doesn't often get this level of focus. It can and has been depicted rather well in the past - see Edgeworth for a good example - but Athena, being the heart-on-your-sleeve type and a protagonist, offers a unique opportunity to witness how it affects her on a more personal, sometimes first-person level. Between a gut-wrenching and haunting presentation, stellar characterisation, and fairly grounded consequences and reactions to it from her and others... it's a rare part of Dual Destinies that I have no complaints about.

Happy Thena Thursday!.....?

#dual destinies analysis #thena thursday #thena thoughts #dual destinies spoilers #ace attorney spoilers #athena cykes #dual destinies #undescribed #i'd also like to mention how painful it is to see shivering athena from the counsel perspective.#you're standing right next to her while she's in genuine anguish and telling you to stand down and accept her guilt.#the same things that make us laugh make us cry just as hard.

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magical-oppas · 5 months

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Now that the season is over, here are my predictions as to what will make it into Drive to Survive.

!Disclaimer! DTS was my entry into this sport. I think the show is great in its own way and an excellent way to reach new fans, this is mostly just for fun. (If you can't make fun of the things you love I'm the wrong person to have on your dash)

Here is my list in no particular order

HAAS: They love a HAAS focused episode, partly because it brings Steiner into the picture. I personally never got why people like him but if it works it works I guess. Expect many "Suck my balls" jokes. Otherwise we are scheduled for our regular viewing of HAAS being absolutely washed on track with Guenther calling Gene every five minutes.

Qatar: Things they WONT cover about Qatar; the drivers collapsing and passing out from heat exhaustion, the tracklimits and tyre fiasco. Things they WILL cover about Qatar; the mercs crashing into eachother on lap 1 (with THAT clip of Lewis playing like 50 times), Oscar winning the sprint. I imagine them spinning it in a way that makes the sprint a huge deal (cue clip of Will Buxton talking about how essential the sprint is for F1 as a sport and almost more important than the grand prix itself). This brings me to my next point

Civil wars: We have the real civil wars and the fake ones. I imagine them using the Qatar gp to make up a war between Oscar and Lando, framing it as Oscar as a rookie getting a win before Lando. Not sure who they are gonna make the villain here, probably Lando. They could also fabricate one at Ferrari given how this car suits Carlos more than Charles, will probably blow Monza out of proportion. Merc civil war might get a whole episode(be honest, we all know that one is a competitive car away from blowing up). The french civil war is the one I'm looking forward to the most because BOY do those two like to play it dirty. I'm frothing at the mouth already to see the backhanded compliments, the jabs, the shady comments they have probably been giving in the dts interviews. Speaking of Alpine

Alpine vs Mclaren(Oscar): This is a must because they made that whole thing last season. Episode will start out with a really smug Alpine team but we will get to witness the horrible car crash of a season they are having with the amazing dts editing. Can't wait to see the Silverstone part where they show the double DNF side by side with the Mclarens celebrating a p2 p4.

Singapore: The only non Redbull winner so I will be surprised if they don't feature it. They also love a dramatic crash and Lance's one in Singapore qualy is probably the most intense one we had this season. Will probably also use the onboard footage from Lando to show the tyre skirting by him to really amp it up.

Red bull: Will it be about their amazing achievements as a team this year? No. Will it be about Max and his fantastic race craft and the way he hasn't put a single foot wrong? No. It will be about Checo and his struggles. Will also have interviews of Christian defending him that become fewer and fewer the longer into the season we go. The win streak and the domination will be mentioned only in contrast to Checo. I also have a theory that red bull might drop checo and if they do I promise you the reveal in the show will go exactly like this:

Christian: We have given him time and patience, but at some point we need to start looking elsewhere, Mclaren have an amazing pairing, Mercedes have an amazing pairing even Ferrari have really started to get into their groove. He really left us no choice.

*Dramatic music, cut to black*

"Hi I'm Daniel Ricciardo and I'm a driver for Red Bull racing. Fuck, that felt so good to say *big Daniel smile.*"

Las Vegas: Will be shown as the most epic race this season with all drivers hyping it up (Might be able to include Max in that one with enough editing). What they WONT cover: all of the thursday/free practice shenanigans. What they WILL cover: The fact that the race was a banger.

Alpha Tauri: They have the perfect angle for this set up already. Nyck was talking himself up big time last season so they are just gonna overlay that with Nyck having a mare on track. They're gonna make whole "I'm back bitches" thing with Daniel. Then they're gonna make his accident real tragic (they could also make it into a Thing that it was Oscar that Daniel tried to avoid when putting it in the wall). Not really sure what they're gonna make out of Liams short stint.

Ferrari vs Mercedes fight for p2 is gonna be HELLA dramatic. They are going to drag out that race and insert radio messages where they don't belong. I also think they are gonna make it look like Carlos was closer to Lewis in the race than what he actually was.

As I said, these are just my speculations. based on the way the show has been and are mostly just for fun.

#f1 #formula 1 #drive to survive #dts #red bull racing #ferrari #mclaren #mercedes #aston martin #williams #haas #alfa romeo #alpha tauri #alpine #add your own predictions #lets make fun of it together #mint talks

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Recommendation for something to watch and complete on a off day? I am also off today. Something soft and full of love preferably....

10 Soft BL's to Binge In A Day

(Since I don't sleep and watch high speed I binge full length Thai BL but I'm assuming you want something shorter than that, so I've limited myself to a 5hr runtime.)

1. Semantic Error (Korea Viki) - Sexy older boy discovers pouty younger boy has outed him as a slacker, starts out bullying him, accidentally falls madly in love. Korea hits it entirely out of the Parks by doing a university BL with everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. Korea's signature quality executed perfectly with added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. Full review.

2. Seven Days (Japan grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - one of the best live action yaoi mangas ever made. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat, there’s still more kisses than Cherry Magic. Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. All the angst is just teen confusion.

3. Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki) - I enjoyed every aspect from the casting to the very simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s very low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story. Do we call this cozy BL? Why not? This one is going to live in my rewatch pile, I can tell already, and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. It perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. Full review.

4. Light On Me (Korea Viki - Korea does an elegant pastiche of traditional live action yaoi but all tropes are cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen… and I don’t like love triangles. LoM strategically tailors classic BL tropes to 2 different semes resulting in pristine pacing, plot, and character development, explicitly serving narrative (not just to tick boxes). LoM is a master class in this trope drops. (If you write fanfic or romance you should study this show.) Full review.

5. Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Gaga & Viki) - I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this show. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes. Full review.

6. HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (Taiwan Viki) - super low stakes sweetest story of the bad boy who falls hard for the senior on the volleyball team and then works to earn his love. You know it’s Taiwan so the kisses are great but in this case it also ends well. Only trigger is that the side couple is the stepbrothers trope, and some don’t like that.

7. Cherry Magic (Japan indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utterly bonkers, but cute about it.

8. Wish You (Korea Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.

9. Restart After Come Back Home (Japan indie subbed or Gaga?) - this one is perfect if you just want a beautiful loving movie, and one that is well filmed and complex enough to appeal to those who don’t normally watch BL or romance (if you have a reluctant partner).

10. You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho.

Also Old Fashioned Cupcake, it's a bit more complicated than soft but a FANTASTIC binge watch.

(list updated May 2023, not responsible for ones that come after that date)

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vu1g4r · 4 months

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gush pt.2 (e.w.)

a/n: wow! thanks a bunch for your support charmers ;) this part's shorter – easing you into it.

pairing: ellie w. + femreader

warnings: NO SMUT lmao

summary: days rolling on, you searching for a familiar face in the student chaos. no luck until it's all luck – she's out to find you. who'd have guessed she is dropping a mini-podcast about your white smooth maneuvers?

a week rolls by since you graciously offered to the poor girl your kitty cream. you thank your lucky stars you haven't spotted her anywhere on campus since. a part of you nudges you to apologize for causing such... discomfort. you'd like to, but you're too scared it'll make things worse, and frankly, you have no clue how to track her down. it's like she just vanished into thin air. getting her name would be fantastic, so you could scream it all night, you reckon.

thursday ran you ragged, but you made it home! you stumble into your spot, totally wiped from wrangling with that crazy bulky winter jacket. today was just too cold for it to feel like autumn. you freshen up and then flop onto the couch with a hot cup of tea in hand, grab your laptop, and start browsing for something to watch. 3 hours fly by; the dishes in the kitchen sink have piled up a bit. you chuckle at the streamer's banter. you've binged all his old vids; looks like the good vibes are back in action. then you pop open a new browser tab while a vid kicks in the background. a message pops up from your bud – you lick your lips, hyped for the next wild voice note. you know you're in for another round of epic texting, fueled by uni gossip and mad inside jokes.

you gotta check out this podcast! it's her right???

you squint and hit the blue link that kicks you over to your uni's student site, seemingly thrown together by them. you decide to explore it. folders up top read as 'october_parties,' a bunch of useless pics attached to them. you scroll down to the 'podcasts' section — someone's chatting on cam, others are slapping internet pics with their voiceovers. but you're after the freshest, the one without visuals. just a regular audio file. you pump up the volume on your laptop, battling that low-fi recording.

"hey y'all. got a little story for you right from the depths of our bathroom. not just any story. it's..." you listen attentively to the calm voice, slightly muffled as if its owner is sitting too far from the microphone. "damn, it's wild. ever run into wankers who slather you with their creepy hands like some intergalactic goo? well, count me in! it was disgusting!"

you swallow, quickly noting the audio's duration. it's 20 minutes and about 3 have already passed. what could she be yakking on about for this long?! you fast-forward the audio to the middle:

"...i know you just go in there to puff or hook up. but let others take a leak in peace, damn it! i have no clue why the hell.....!"

you tune out her words, adrenaline surging. you slam the laptop shut, take a deep breath. It's time, you'll track down that damn chick and apologize before she figures out who you are and starts broadcasting to the whole damn uni to steer clear of you.

taglist: @mostlyhornyandsad

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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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Trying

It takes time, just like Draco promised, and it’s not easy, as he’s warned. Harry takes a course in the local community centre, classes every Tuesday and Thursday, six o’clock. The teacher is at least a head taller than him, and language seems to flow from her hands like magic, like the easiest thing in the world. Harry can’t wait to have a conversation with Draco like that. He’s aware he may never get this good, but it’s nice to imagine.

Learning BSL is nothing like learning French or Latin. Harry kind of likes that. He likes the signs that seem obvious, the ones that paint a picture of what they mean. He likes stating the topic in the beginning, likes the order of things being different. And he likes the way Draco looks when Harry shows him what he’s learned, the way his eyes open all big when Harry uses it to ask him what he wants for tea. Likes that he’s doing something, that it feels like he’s trying. Turns out it’s good to try.

Level one is nice, but level two is better. One of his classmates is a lady named Rhiannon (“Fleetwood Mac, honey, what can you do”), who’s got a deaf son. She’s also got this laughter that rolls, all the way from her Adam’s apple to her shoulders to her belly, and it’s the best when he makes her laugh. They go for coffee every Tuesday after class (decaf for her, it’s past eight, baby!), and Draco sometimes joins if he gets out of work on time. Rhiannon adores him. She keeps badgering Harry every time they partner up for practice. Tell him already, sweet idiot.

Sometimes a few of the others come too. Brian, who teaches p1, and Moe, who makes the best petticoat shortbread, and Nikki, who signs in a Cardiff dialect, and Heather and Lucas and Tanya. They’re a good group. Harry’s sort of forgot you can do that, make friends simply by being at the same place at the same time. It starts awkward, but in a nice sort of way, and then in level three it’s just nice. They all stay, which is a bit unusual, they’re told. Harry likes it.

They have a Christmas night out early December. It’s at this tiny pub Rhiannon’s managed to drag them to, where all the cocktails have the funniest names and the beers are all Czech. It’s fucking fantastic. He even manages to convince Draco to stop by after his shift. Lucas and Moe dance, Tanya keeps getting shots for everybody, Nikki and Brian demolish Harry’s crisps so he buys them five more packets. Their teacher comes too, halfway through the night, and she’s written cards for everyone and shyly distributes them one at a time. His says You’re doing so well, Harry, and it makes him tear up a little bit, unreasonably so. Makes him feel—small and also, warm. In the dim pub, Draco’s smile is the most brilliant thing he’s ever seen.

It’s a lovely night. Everyone gets smashed and Draco says they’re all slurring with their hands and it makes them laugh so hard, so so hard, like it’s the funniest thing in the world, like they’re all so alive it’s electric and everything and anything is possible.

Draco takes him home. Helps him change into his pyjamas. Maybe he even strokes Harry’s hair once or twice before putting him to bed, with that smile, and the way his eyes sometimes sparkle. Spark.

Good night? He signs, eyebrows raised.

The best. Because you were there, he doesn’t seem to be able to say. Not with his words and not with his hands.

Sleep. You’re tired.

But he doesn’t want to close his eyes. Stay?

Draco gives him a questioning look, like Harry’s missigned, said the wrong thing.

Stay with me tonight?

He tilts his head to the side. His hair’s loose, falling into his eyes, has to be brushed back by insistent fingers. Harry wants to kiss them. He must really be quite drunk, because he thinks he’s leaning forward to try it.

Please.

Draco sucks in his lower lip, but then he’s nodding, and this writhing thing in the pit of Harry’s stomach settles. He climbs into bed with Harry, fully dressed. Not smiling anymore. Harry’s a bit too drunk and too excited to make much sense of anything. All he can concentrate on is Draco, here, warm and in his bed and warm and wonderful. He tosses and turns until he finds a comfortable way to lie, with his hand brushing Draco’s, and then he’s asleep before he knows it.

Sometimes he thinks he’s dreaming in sign.

He wakes up with a headache and completely parched, slightly stricken to see Draco lying next to him. Has to think really hard before he remembers, and the way his whole brain’s thumping inside his skull isn’t helpful. The sight makes his heart flutter, bird against its cage bars: Draco’s on his back, arms at his sides, and his face is… entirely, completely soft.

Harry’s stomach gives a frightening lurch. He slides out of the covers as quietly as possible, grabs the miraculous glass of water someone’s left on the bedside table. Takes careful, measured sips, until his vision isn’t swimming, until his heart climbs back down from his throat. He feels like shit.

He can’t stop smiling.

(Flufftober day 13. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #nonverbal Draco #Harry learns sign language!#it's a lot of fun!#tw alcohol #900 words #flufftober2023 #rockingrobin69 #sorry for writing a christmas night out in october #but it... is what it is #prompt: wrong

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Oh I hope to read your theory soon , I think it’s Everest Base Camp the busy days on SM possibly during acclimatising and now quiet on the actual trek . He has mentioned the documentary briefly in recent interviews saying the planned movie was cancelled , if not that I’d guess another book about the experience . Doubt he met with Jake N as a fan bet he was planning something .

Well you name the things we all saw. The movie that isn't going to happen, he so looked forward to it. Yes, we saw him with Jake N. while holding a book about Everest. Yes he mentioned a number of times how he would like to do a documentary or something about it. But did we really think he'd do it, and like now... doubtful.

Yes, I mentioned last Monday briefly, when I posted all the speculation about his whereabouts and said I considered Nepal seriously for a bit, and how I saw Jake N is in Nepal as well.

Yesterday I was chatting to someone with whom I often brainstorm and share thoughts regarding where he might be when it's not clear, or what he might be doing. We were talking about how normally there is always something, a lead, that points us in the right direction. Either by himself or by a fan pic or something.

Now knowing that he's been off the grid since last Thursday and the days before showing activity in a timezone that mostly matched Asia. I revisited the idea of Nepal, or India, Himalaya, trekking. I looked up some things on sites, and discovered how

November is a best time for trekking in India in winter, as the weather is generally cold and the landscapes are adorned with autumnal hues. If you’re an adventure adventure lover and seeking for amazing experience then India offers a various trekking options that allow you to immerse yourself in the beauty of nature.

And saw a number of treks in the Everest Basecamp area, and started looking at locations on IG. Wow quite stunning, I must say. Of course would love to find him in a pic or a video but quite honestly, the footage people post from there, wow, just wow so beautiful. What a fantastic place, and the way they talk about their treks and trips...

Anyway, it was getting late (as usual) and I told my chat partner, I was gonna sleep and planned to look at it the next day. I was halfway up the stairs as it suddenly dawned on me. I almost banged my head against the wall, how could I forget... of course there is always a lead... I went back to my chat partner, cause I had to tell her...

Remember the shirt? No, not the one I posted in my previous post... this one

Nepal... and the text on the sleeve

“I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and love today”

Someone back then already said,

"So is it a subliminal marketing choice for an upcoming Everest production or is he doing some deep diving into his future"

And now we're here... asking why he's off the grid for days now and was posting at this weird times... yeah makes sense now. Oh and btw. there's the Patagonia hat as well!

And even more... quite a number of people were saying how he seemed distracted lately, during the book events especially. Well, if he's there doing a trek of multiple days, and it is not gonna be an easy one (I mean, he already almost quite the WHW), I can imagine he might have been a little nervous about the kind of trip he was going to make.

Anyway, I haven't found the evidence (yet) so it's still a theory, but have seen such fantastic posts and stories about it all day, so no time wasted here. Loved to look at it, and will keep looking. Who knows maybe soon he'll give us a teaser. He could be off the grid for a while, though some of these treks have resting days, but most people post after their trek.

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hi! i'm a new Ghost fan and i would love to get some fic recs since i don't know where to start. 😊 i'm pretty much open to anything but something with lots of feelings (hurt/comfort), Papa IV x someone, and around 15,000 words would be great. thank you in advance 🧡

hellooo! welcome to our little satanic corner of tumblr!! i'm so sorry this took me so long—i had a tough time finding fics that matched your criteria. i hope it's okay that i focused on "feelings" more so than hurt/comfort specifically. definitely give these writers a follow if you haven't already. (i also wasn't sure what you meant by "x someone" so i threw in a mix of x reader, x ghoul, and x oc.) feel free to dm me or send another ask if i didn't get it right this time! i can also point you towards a bunch of fantastic writers ♡

recs under the cut!

x ghouls

paper armor - @ratballet - copia x dewdrop

“Horns,” Aether says quickly, like the words in his mouth are searing him. “It’s his horns.” He spares a glance at Dewdrop’s door, like he’s afraid he might be pressed up against it, listening. “He’s shedding them." Dewdrop is shedding his horns. Copia tries to help.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - @st-danger - copia x aether x dewdrop

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk. *No Man Taketh From is another favorite of mine with Papa IV and Aether.

x reader

A Message From the Bulletin Board - @writingjourney - copia x reader

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad. Or: You and Copia are secretly crushing on each other. You both have to reach maximum desperation before you make a move. * if you're in it for the long haul PLEASE read I Knew Nothing But Shadows THE hurt/comfort fic of all time. you won't regret it.

Confessional - @da-rulah - copia x reader

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having… *check out Rituale Septem while you're at it. lotsss of feelings but with Papa III, instead.

x OC

sweeter red - @anamelessfool - copia x oc

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

you found the ache in my argument (series) - @the-lisechen - copia x oc

In which two reasonable people from different religious disciplines have a conversation. (A study in faith, hope, and love.)

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

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hockeylovee12 · 1 year

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SOMETHING MINE-Luke Hughes

Part One

It all started on April 11th after the New Jersey Devils won 5-3 over the Buffalo Sabres. It was their last home game of the regular season and also the night 19 year old Luke Hughes made his NHL debut.

He did pretty well but was unable to wrangle up his first point, his brother Jack on the other hand had a fantastic night and managed to get one goal and two assists putting him one point away from reaching 100.

Jack was named the first star of the game and after he was finished with media he met up with Luke in the locker room.

“Hey so Nico, Dawson and Timo are going to Charlie’s it’s a sports bar down the street you coming?” Jack asked his younger brother.

Luke reluctantly agreed realizing the possibility of him being the only sober person the rest of the night. It sucks being the youngest.

The boys finished showering and changed into some more casual clothes and then they all left the rink and headed towards Charlie’s.

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You had been working part time at Charlie’s for the past six months after one of your roommates who was the niece of the owner helped you get the job. The pay was good and you made great tips. Surprisingly drunk people tend to over tip. The only thing that sucked is your coworkers who seemed to have an strong dislike for you.

You were only 19 and working part time because you were a student at a local college nearby. You were the oldest of four kids and came from a single income home so you were use to balancing jobs and school.

You had worked out your school schedule so you had all your classes on Monday and Wednesday and on Tuesday, Thursday and Fridays and sometimes Saturdays you would work.

On this Tuesday the restaurant was already pretty busy and you already had five tables in your section. Usually you only get regulars and a few others but tonight there were a bunch you didn’t recognize and unsurprisingly your coworkers were putting the largest parties in your section.

You were taking the order of a group of three when you spotted five men walk in. They waited by the hostess stand while you continued writing down your tables order.

As you took the menus from your current table and walked to put them back you noticed as your coworker Clarissa guided the group of five to a booth in your section.

You rolled your eyes knowing know you had over 20 people in your section while the others had less than 10 but shook your head knowing there’s no use in complaining this is how it usually goes.

You walk over to the group of boys and introduce yourself.

“Hi my name is Y/N and I’ll be your server today can I get you all started with some drinks?”

“Could I get a bud light” the captain Nico Hiescher requests

“Make that two” Jack Hughes says

“Ya I’ll take a bud light as well” Dawson Mercer says with a smile

“I guess if everyone is drinking a bud light make it a fourth” Timo Meier says You turn to the youngest Hughes

“Bud light for you too?” You ask

“Just water for me please” He says

“Oh ya he’s not old enough” Nico comments making Luke blush a little embarrassed

You nod your head then finish writing down the order and walk to the bar.

“Hey I need four bud lights and a water” you tell the bartender

He places the beers and the glass of water on the table and you bring them over to the group before giving them a few minutes with the menu and checking on your other tables.

After a few more minutes you walk back to the group of hockey players and ask if they’re ready to order.

“Ya I think so” Dawson says looking around the table and receiving nods in agreement.

You write down the order for three all american burgers an order of wings and chicken tenders.

The boys order a second round of beers and you take away the empty bottles on the table and replace them with new ones.

You give the order to the kitchen then head back on to the main floor.

After closing up two more tables you ask a coworker to cover for you while you ran to the restroom.

Reluctantly she agrees and you dash towards the bathroom down the hall from the bar.

As you quickly walk down the hall towards the woman’s room a loud crash sounds and you lose your train of thought and walk right into the men’s bathroom door that had just swung open.

“Ow” you say holding your head you

“Shit I’m sorry are you ok?” A man asks

You look up at the much taller man and realize it was one of your customers the one who wasn’t drinking.

“Shit ya no I’m fine sorry I wasn’t paying attention I’m fine” you say feeling slightly embarrassed at the awkward scene that just occurred.

“Alright uh sorry again and uh you should watch where you’re going” The guy says before walking off

You scoff at the words said. Maybe you should watch where you’re going. You roll your eyes then shake off the thought and continue with your previous task. After you finish you check on your tables then deliver the food that was ready. Feeling still slightly embarrassed as you set down the chicken tenders in front of the boy who just smacked you in the face with a door.

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It was close to midnight when the restaurant was starting to slow down the only customers left were the hockey players who were a little drunk with the exception of Luke Hughes who was not drinking and a few regulars sitting at the bar.

You walk over to them and ask if they need any boxes.

“No I think we’re ok thank you” Luke says

“One check?” You ask

“Ya please”

You walk to the hostess stand and sort out the bill then leave it on their table.

A few minutes later you return and run the card given. The boys said thank you and then began heading out. You notice one of the guys was clearly drunker then the rest (not that the rest weren’t drunk as well) and you walked to the door to hold it open while two of his friends helped him out.

“Thank you and uh sorry again about before about your head” Luke says

“No worries you guys have a good night” You say before walking back inside the restaurant

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That was the first time you met him. The following Saturday you were working a three hour shift from 4-8 and a few minutes before it was time for you to clock out he came in again to pick up take out.

“Name?” You ask

“Luke Hughes”

“One second” You say then walk to the back you find his order and bring it back to the front and hand it to him.

“Thanks” he says with a smile

You return the smile and watch as he leaves out the door.

A few minutes later your manager tells you you’re good to clock out. You sigh relieved and head to the back to grab your things.

You begin walking towards the parking lot which is on the way towards your apartment. Usually you drive but your car had to go in for maintenance yesterday and you couldn’t get it back until Monday. It wasn’t that far a walk only about 20 minutes so you were fine.

Once you get to the parking lot you notice Luke standing by his car checking out the tire.

“Hey is everything ok?” You ask

“Ya I just got a flat” He says you walk closer to him and check out the damage.

“This is why you don’t park on a curb” you joke

“Ok I’m not exactly good at parking” he claims

“Ya I can see that” You joke

“Do you have a spare?” You ask

“Ya but I don’t know how to change a tire” he says slightly embarrassed

You laugh

“Relax I can help you” You tell him

He pops his trunk open and lifts the tire out and grabs the tool next to it.

You loosen the flat tire and replace the other one.

“Thank you” Luke says

“My pleasure” You say grabbing your bag from the ground and handing the tool back to Luke

“It’s Y/N right?” He asks

“Yes”

“How’d you know how to do that?” Luke asks

“My dads a mechanic I’ve been changing tires since I was a kid he didn’t want me to get stuck then have to ask someone for help” You explain

“Nice clearly my dad did not have the same mindset” He jokes

“Well there’s always time to learn” you tell him he smiles as you turn around looking towards the sidewalk

“Where you headed?” Luke asks

“I just finished my shift so I’m headed back to my apartment” You explain turning back around.

“Are you walking?” He asks

“Ya I don’t live too far from here” You explain

“Let me give you a ride” he says you consider it but your not sure

“Come on it’s getting dark out it could be dangerous” He reasons

“And letting a stranger drive me home isn’t?” You say

“Well no but I’m not gonna kidnap you or something come on you just fixed my tire it’s the least I can do” he says

“That’s exactly what a kidnapper would say” You joke

He rolls his eyes and you smile

He walks around to the passenger side of his car and opens the door

You smile at him and get in the car.

He closes it and walks around to the drivers side.

“Here do you wanna put your address in so I know where I’m going” Luke says handing you his phone with google maps opened.

You take the phone and type in your apartment building name.

The GPS starts up and he begins backing out of his messed up parking job.

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“So where are you from?” Luke asks

“I’m from a small town in Northern Virginia” You answer

“That’s cool so what brings you to Jersey?” He asks

“I go to school out here”

“Cool”

The two of you continue talking about different subjects until Luke pulls up in front of your building.

“Thank you for the ride” You say

“Your welcome see I told you I wasn’t a kidnapper” he jokes

You smile and gather your things

“Hey before you go how about you put your number in my phone you know in case I wanna learn how to change a tire or something” Luke offers

You smile and take his phone again and put your number in.

“I’ll see you around Y/N” Luke says as you walk into your apartment building you flash him one last smile and he drives off.

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The next couple of weeks you and Luke kept talking the two of you hung out a few times and you started learning more about each other. You guys talked about your families and you found he was in the NHL and you were a little taken back by that but still thought it was cool.

Eventually the two of you started dating but you decided to keep it a secret from your friends and family at least for the time being mostly because of his job but also because you both agreed that it was nice having something that you didn’t have to share with the world something that was just yours.

A/N this is so random but I thought it was kinda funny I hope someone enjoys it lmk if you want a part 2 and what you would like to see. Also I’m still taking requests

All images are from Pinterest

#luke hughes #jack hughes #feel free to interact #nj devils #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader

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storiesofsvu · 10 months

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 10

Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut.

You’d taken Alex’s go bag, dumping laundry from both it and yours into the washing machine before dropping hers in her room and retreating back to your own room to refill toiletries and repack clothes to make sure you were ready when the next case hit. As you were pulling out socks your eyes landed on the swimsuit collection in your drawer and Emily’s words floated back into your brain. It was Thursday, normally a night like tonight would mean a glass of wine followed by bed but considering Emily had the team working rather late she’d made the call to come into work for noon. Which meant you had a little bit of leeway with how the rest of your night went.

You could hear Alex puttering around out in the kitchen, you figured she was either putting a drink together or making lunch for tomorrow considering you’d already eaten. You tugged your lip into your mouth, fingers flitting through the swim suits until you revealed the red one. Emily was right, it did make your tits look fantastic and you hadn’t worn it since moving to DC since it was one of the more revealing suits. You had to admit, your body was rather stiff after sleeping in the hotel bed, a soak could help, what was the harm if you just happened to stroll past Alex on your way out?

Alex had pulled out a couple of containers of frozen stir fry, placing them in the fridge for lunch on Friday when she noticed a container of strawberries that looked like they were about to go bad. For some reason her first thought was to toss them in with some wine, liquor and juice for sangria and she figured why the hell not. She’d just finished the jug of it, filling a cup with ice to pour one out for herself when she heard your footsteps coming down the hallway from behind her.

“You don’t mind if I use the hot tub do you?” You asked, “my back’s a bit of a mess from that bed.”

“I might join you; those beds were terrible.” She replied with a soft groan, the ache in her lower back seeming to sink in now that she was thinking about it, “sangria?” She asked, finally turning to face you and she all about choked on her drink as she took a sip, her eyes raking up your body and she knew her cheeks were red. “That’s… a new suit.”

“Haven’t worn it in a while.” You shrugged, “and yeah, that looks great.” You walked up to the island, leaning against it and Alex had to tear her eyes away from your chest, perky and pressed even higher by the way you had your arms crossed, “did you make this? I didn’t see a bottle in the fridge.”

“Yeah.” She shot you a half smile, desperately attempting to hold eye contact and not look elsewhere, “easy way to use fruit that’s about to turn.” She slid you a glass and you picked it up, taking a sip.

“Mmm. Delicious.” You pushed off the island, “well, you know where to find me.” With a soft grin you turned, sauntering your way out to the back yard and Alex caught herself staring at your ass, the heat shifting from her cheeks to between her legs.

“Jesus…” she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she tried to get the image of you in that suit out of her brain.

She heard the soft splash of the water from outside and was starting to wonder if maybe a cold shower was a better idea than joining you. She could still feel your lips on hers, taste you on her tongue, her body burning where your hands had trailed across her skin. She nearly jumped when her phone went off, buzzing on the counter and she swiped open a text from Emily.

‘Good work tonight Blake. Added benefit, maybe that kiss helped sort some things out?’

‘If by sorted things out you mean I feel like a horny teenager, then yeah, completely sorted.’

‘It’s a nice night out, go soak in the hot tub and clear your mind.’

Alex rolled her eyes and let out a huff. On any other night that’s likely exactly what she would have done, she often spent evenings out there watching the stars to help sort out her thoughts but Emily had no idea what was going on at the house. She glanced out into the yard for a moment before downing her sangria, if she was going to make a choice, she had to make it now.

You glanced up at the sound of the screen door sliding open, smiling up at Alex who almost audibly swore and the sight of your skin glistening in the moonlight, just enough of your chest exposed above the surface. She tossed her towel onto one of the loungers, placing her drink down by the edge of the tub, letting out a satisfied groan as she slipped under the water.

“See, right choice.” You greeted with a chuckle and she nodded.

“You think that for even just one trip they’d book us in at a hotel that didn’t have bricks for beds.”

“They gave us a jet.” You laughed, “I don’t think we’ll be getting much of anything else for the foreseeable future.”

Alex laughed, relaxing back into the seat as she let the water swirl around her, breaking down the stiffness of her muscles and the heat calmed her. It was quiet for a bit, just a playlist echoing from your phone as the two of you wound down from your week, your double case day, trying to think of anything but the feeling of the other’s lips on your skin. There was some small talk, comments on work, thinking about plans for the upcoming weekend, if Emily was dragging you off on any insane adventures or not. You finished your sangria, letting out a little huff, your lips briefly pouting as you put the empty glass down on the ground. Alex was almost done her second one and she sighed softly,

“I should have brought the pitcher out.” Her lips pursed as she glanced back to the screen door.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll grab it, I’ve been in longer.”

Before she cold protest you were climbing out of the hot tub, briefly patting at yourself with a towel to avoid getting the kitchen floor too wet. If Alex thought the red bikini was a look from heaven she truly wasn’t prepared for the sight of it now. She could barely tear her eyes away from the way the suit was clinging to your body for dear life, nipples hard in the cool night air, peaking through the fabric and all she could think about was wrapping her lips around them. The brief seconds you were in the house she downed the rest of her drink, trying not to watch as you walked back to the tub, refilling both of your glasses before you slipped back under the water. It didn’t go unnoticed that you were significantly closer to her this time. She chose to distract herself by bringing up work,

“You really do a lot of undercover work in your last unit?” She asked and you shrugged.

“On and off. I was one of the younger ones and one of the only girls, it just kinda slid into my lap.”

“You enjoy it?”

“It’s always hit or miss.” You shot her a grin, “though I’d say tonight was a hit.”

“Really?” She felt her cheeks heat slightly, but the sangria was lowering her inhibitions as she grinned back at you.

“Yeah.” You laughed, glancing your gaze as you felt your own cheeks heat, “you know, I won’t lie... that kiss? Easily top three.”

“Oh c’mon.” It was her turn to laugh, “you don’t have to bullshit me.”

“I’m not. I kinda forgot how to breathe for a minute there. You’ve got skill Blake.”

She blushed at the compliment, letting it sink in as she took another sip of her sangria, “well thank you.” She smiled softly across at you, watching the way you were looking at her, “I can think of one complaint though.”

“Hmm?” Your brow furrowed, head tilting in the adorable way she loved so much.

“It’s a shame we were interrupted.” She figured she was already here, she may as well go ahead and take the plunge, there was basically no risk left at this point.

“Yeah.. it was.” You could practically hear your heart thundering in your ears, occupying yourself with your drink as Alex laughed softly, mirroring your movements before she spoke again.

“Well…there is one benefit of being home, no one here to cut in.”

You cocked a brow at her, wondering how much she really meant was she was saying, or if it was just the heightened sensuality of the entire evening, the alcohol making neither of you really care about anything else. But before you could really even consider thinking about it you were gravitating towards her and her arms were tugging you into her lap. There was only a moment of hesitancy before your hands were cupping her cheeks and your lips were on hers again.

A mutual sigh of relief came from both of you as you relaxed even further into her embrace, her arms slipping around you. One of her hands slid up your back, tangling gently into the loose hairs from your messy updo. You would gladly stay just like this for the rest of the night, lips moving with ease and a familiar rhythm together, kissing Alex was all you needed, wrapped in her arms knowing you were exactly where you were meant to be. Her arm wound tighter around you, pulling you closer to her and her lips parted, eagerly accepting your tongue into her mouth. She let out a soft groan at the fruity taste from your shared drinks, the flavour adding to what she was already familiar with of you. It was almost like she had been waiting for this moment her whole life, that whatever had pulled her to you back in that bookstore all those months ago had ultimately been leading to this.

Feeling the freedom of being in private Alex began to let her hands wander, running down your back, returning under the water, drawing patterns onto your skin while she continued to kiss you like her life depended on it. Her hands slowly trailed up your sides, thumbs ghosting up your stomach until they reached the fabric of your bikini. You rocked ever so lightly toward her and she took that as the go ahead, her thumbs brushing over your nipples and you broke the kiss with a small gasp, your eyes fluttering open, gazing across at her as she did it again. Her nose nudged against yours, kissing you again, softly this time as she cupped at your chest and you groaned into the kiss. Her lips kissed the side of your jaw, her nose bumping your chin to the side so she could press tender kisses into the side of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin. Her hands groped at you again and you let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling shut, nearly grinding down against her. She bit into the crook of your neck, tongue lapping out to soothe the burn before she sucked at your skin, her fingers pinching at your nipples through your suit and you whined.

“Christ...” She muttered, feeling herself flutter around nothing at the noises she was pulling from you already. She nipped at your earlobe, breath hot on your even hotter skin when she spoke, “you’re going to be good for mommy, right?” Your eyes shot open as your head tilted back to look at her, your lips parted and eyes wide at the slight smirk on her lips, the brow raised in your direction.

“Yes.” You nodded, already breathless.

“Good.” She smiled, pinching at your side, “up.”

She nudged at your arm and you immediately obliged, letting her guide you from the hot tub, her arms snaking around your waist again as her lips found yours. She carefully backed you to the lounger, gently laying you down on it as she settled half over you, her hands exploring every inch of your body that she could. Out of the water you began to take advantage of having Alex not trapped against the seat, your hands roaming over her warm skin, ghosting up her front, softly groping at her chest. She moaned into the kiss, mirroring your actions on your body as your legs tangled together, gently rocking towards each other. There wasn’t a care in the world from either of you, you were utterly intoxicated with each other.

Alex craved more, needing to really feel you, her arms wound around you, grabbing your ass, urging you to roll your hips toward her and your breath caught in your throat. A hand slipped between your bodies, cupping you through your bikini, you sighed happily into the kiss and Alex eagerly swallowed it down. Your hips ground down against her hand as she rubbed you a few more times before her fingers toyed with the hem of your bottoms. You nipped at her lip, urging her to keep going and her hand found its way underneath, ghosting over your clit and you whined.

You didn’t want her to have the upper hand, not yet, and as desperate as you were for her to touch you, you were absolutely aching to feel her. So you copied her movements, a hand sliding her bottoms to the side to give you access to her pussy. As your fingers slid through her folds she broke the kiss with a gasp, hips rutting towards the touch and you giggled softly, the grin staying on your lips as your eyes cracked open to watch her. Her thumb flicked at your clit and you whimpered,

“More… please.” It was just over a whisper, but the neediness in your eyes was enough to make Alex smirk, her finger tips spreading your wetness around before two fingers sunk into you and you let out a moan, your eyes falling shut once again.

The world ceased to exist as you toyed with each other, fingers plunging into wetness, curling and pumping with ease, lips searching out one another for messy breathless kisses. All you felt was Alex and all she craved was you, free hands tangling into hair, pulling the other closer, as tight as they could to plunge a tongue into their mouth. Whimpers, whines and moans getting louder with each roll of your hips, fire shooting through your bodies as you began to reach your peaks. Wetness dripping from pussies, thighs clenching together in an attempt for some form of relief, bodies rocking in tandem until you were practically panting into each other’s mouths, the ultimate bliss and pleasure settling over you as Alex kissed you softly. Her hand slipped from beneath your suit, gently smoothing back a piece of your mussed up hair and you tugged her closer to you as she kissed you. Her tongue lazily sneaking into your mouth, surging against yours until she broke the kiss, the fire prevalent in her eyes as she looked down at you.

“I need to really see you, let’s get you inside, hmm?”

All you could do was nod, catching her hand in yours as she tugged you up from the lounger and inside the house. Once the patio door was shut behind you it was a flurry of movement and kisses to get you into her room, hands swiftly undoing knots, pushing swimsuit parts off to reveal more skin. Alex snuck into the bedside table and before you knew it she was strapped before you and it was a sight that made you weak in the knees.

She dropped onto the bed, settling on her back, pulling you to her, “oh you sweet girl,” she purred, “how about you come ride mommy’s cock? I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce.”

There was absolutely no hesitation as you climbed onto the bed, leaning over her to kiss her again, tongues nearly battling for dominance as you lined up the toy with your cunt. Sitting up you slipped Alex’s cock into you, sinking down until your hips met hers and you let out a satisfied moan, taking in the feeling of being stretched and so full by her before you began to move. Braced on your knees you raised yourself up until just the tip was left inside you and you started to bounce in her lap, sinking all the way down with each thrust.

The sight of you blissed out combined with the way the base of the toy was pressing on her clit was more than enough to start to bring Alex to her peak yet again. She watched the way your tits swayed, the way your eyes fluttered shut at the sensations, how your hands danced around your body, sliding over your bare skin, pinching at your nipples, grazing across your throat and felt herself pulse. You were an absolute dream and the noises you were making were only urging her on further. She couldn’t resist touching you, her hands sliding up your waist, aching to get her mouth on your tits she sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist as she surged forward. You gasped at the angle, her cock now reaching even deeper inside of you and you could feel the ridges dragging across every inch you desired. Her hips continued to thrust up into you, pulling gasps and moans from you while her lips latched onto your chest, sucking and biting at the tender flesh.

“Oh god Alex…”

“Feel good darling?” She murmured, her words hot on your skin and you let out a whimper.

“Ye- yes mommy…oh fuck!” You let out a yelp when she bit into your skin, your arms tightening around her as heat coursed through your body, pleasure building tighter and tighter. You’d never felt like this before, your skin prickling, body nearly trembling in her arms as Alex fucked you deeper with each push of her hips.

Her lips kissed up your chest, nipping at your collarbone before she made home in the same crook of your neck as earlier, biting you again before her tongue lapped across the spot. She latched on, sucking at your neck as you moaned, louder with each thrust of her cock. She could feel you vibrating in her arms, feel how fast your pulse was going under her mouth, hear how your words were becoming more broken by moans, gasps and breathless whines. She pinched at your nipple, pulling a whimper from you,

“Come for mommy. I know you’re close sweetheart.” She husked into your ear and you felt yourself pulse around her.

“Oh god…oh.. fuck.. fuck!”

Your thighs clenched and you cried out as you felt your juices dribble out around her cock and Alex slowed her thrusts until she sunk into you one last time, her own breathing laboured as she held you to her. You buried your face into the crook of her neck, your breath hot on her skin as your body trembled with pleasure in her arms. Her hands soothed up and down your back slowly, calming you as you came down from your high, her lips softly pressing kisses to your skin.

“Holy shit.” You muttered, a giggle on your lips as you finally pulled your face up, a hand cupping her cheek as you smiled at her, a small laugh etched across her features.

“Worth the wait?” She asked with a smirk and you laughed again, pulling another one from her as you leant down to kiss her gently.

“Fucking absolutely.”

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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 8

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, love confessions (but not to each other 🫠)

Word Count: ~2650

A/N: Short little filler chapter here to move the plot along, but next up is the big "recipe testing" dinner!

Thanks as always to @theradioactivespidergwen for the divider!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

"So? How was it?" Skyler said as soon as she saw you in the staff break room the next morning.

You laughed and shook your head. "Can I at least make some coffee before you start interrogating me about my brunch?"

"Oh, I already took care of that." Skyler turned and handed you a to-go cup from your favorite coffee shop near the office. "I know how much you hate Monday morning staff meetings and figured I'd get something for you while I was getting my own coffee."

You took a sip and sighed blissfully. "You are an angel, you know that? I owe you one."

Skyler took a sip of her own beverage. "So spill, girl, spill! How was Chef Hottie's cake?"

You shook your head with a grin. "Ok well first off, it's Chef Matt , and secondly, his crepes were excellent once again, as was the omelet I ordered. You really should check the restaurant out for Sunday brunch at the very least, although I'm sure their dinner menu is amazing too."

Skyler took another sip of her coffee as you walked into the conference room together and sat. "How was the rest of your day? Hopefully you did something more exciting than watching a bunch of senior citizens play bingo."

You nodded, smiling to yourself as you thought about your afternoon and evening with Matt. "Actually, yeah. Matt invited me along on his after-work errands yesterday afternoon so I could observe him outside of the kitchen."

"Ooh, so you got to spend the whole afternoon with him? Lucky. So what did you two do together?"

"He volunteers to cook for the soup kitchen at Clinton Church on Sundays after the restaurant closes, so I helped him out with that, then I watched him work out at the gym for a bit, then he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him."

Skyler's eyes grew wide. "He asked you out on a date ? Way to bury the lede!"

You shook your head. "No, not a date , he just invited me to have dinner with him at his apartment as a thank-you for helping him out at the church, that's all."

"You went to his apartment? "

You opened your mouth to tell her that it wasn't a big deal but was interrupted by Ellison walking into the conference room. "Okay, let's get this show on the road," he said. "First order of business: Kelsie, welcome back. Glad to see you're feeling better."

You glanced over at Kelsie, who was sulking at the other end of the table.

Ellison looked at his notes. "Okay, so assignment updates! Skyler, how was the fundraiser for the senior center?"

"Great," Skyler replied. "I sent you my article last night."

"Okay, good. Mark, what's going on in sports this week?"

Mark, who wrote the sports column, sat up in his chair. "I've got an interview with Coach Calhoun on Wednesday and Coach Dempsey on Thursday, so the article about the big rivalry between PS 114 and PS 118 will be ready to go for Friday's edition."

"Excellent." Ellison said your name. "How's the Restaurant Week feature coming?"

"It's coming along great," you replied. "Chef Murdock has been really open and cooperative, so it'll be no problem getting that article to you by EoD Wednesday."

Ellison nodded. "Fantastic. Okay, new assignments. Skyler, you're covering the music festival this weekend. They'll have a press pass for you at the gate. Kelsie, since we switched up the Restaurant Week feature you're now going to be handling the daily report on what each participating restaurant is featuring. Everyone else, you know your assignments. Let's get to it."

You stood and picked up your cup of coffee.

"Not enough to steal the Features position out from under me, was it?" you heard Kelsie say from behind you. "Now you're going after the lead story for Restaurant Week too."

You turned and raised an eyebrow. There had been a (one-sided, in your opinion) rivalry between you and Kelsie ever since you and she had both been up for the Features position six months earlier. "Oh damn, you caught me. I made sure that you would get food poisoning just so I could swoop in and steal the Restaurant Week feature when I know nothing about the culinary industry and had never met Chef Murdock until a few days ago after the article was assigned to me. And as for the Features position, I won that promotion fair and square. It's not my fault that my article was better and that you bombed the mock interview, just like you would've tanked this one."

Kelsie scoffed. "Yeah, right. I'm sure he would've been extremely 'cooperative' with anyone interviewing him -- as long as they were female and had a pulse."

You shook your head. "I'll have you know, Chef Murdock has been nothing but professional towards me the entire week."

Kelsie smirked. "Oh didn't you know? Matthew Murdock will do anything -- and any one -- to try to salvage his reputation, so there must be a reason if he's not hitting on you."

Before you could respond she turned and flounced out of the conference room.

"What a bitch," Skyler muttered under her breath.

You shook your head. "I'm not worried about her. Ellison knows what I'm capable of."

Skyler sighed. "Anyway, I want to hear all about your not-date with Chef Hottie. Lunch later?"

You nodded. "Sure."

"Great. I'll swing by your desk around 11:30."

"Okay."

You went back to your desk, dutifully ignoring the daggers Kelsie was continuing to shoot your way, and worked on your other tasks until it was time for lunch.

You looked up as Skyler stopped by, purse in hand. "Ready?"

You nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

The two of you walked down the street to your favorite food truck.

"Okay, so tell me everything ," Skyler said once the two of you sat down at a nearby table with your food. "Like how you went from going to Daredevil for brunch to a private dinner with the chef."

"There's not much to tell," you replied with a light laugh. "But okay."

You took a breath. "I had told Matt on Saturday that I was planning on coming back to Daredevil for Sunday brunch because the crepes he had made during the cooking demo he did for me were really good, so he told me to get his staff to let him know that I was there and he'd come say hi."

A small smirk graced Skyler's face. "So he was willing to drop everything in order to come talk to you, got it."

You shook your head. "He wound up bringing my order out to me, so while we were talking he asked me if I would be interested in seeing how he develops his recipes so I agreed to stop by Daredevil tonight after work for another cooking demo. Then he asked me if I wouldn't mind accompanying him on his after-work errands since he thought that it would be beneficial to my article for me to spend some time with him outside of the kitchen."

Skyler huffed out a laugh. "Right, beneficial to your article, sure."

You smiled and shook your head. "We went by Clinton Church first to cook for the soup kitchen--"

Skyler held up a finger. "Wait a second. So he asked you to spend the afternoon with him out of the kitchen, then brought you to a different kitchen to watch him cook?"

You shrugged. "I didn't mind. He usually cooks at Daredevil and just brings everything over to the church, but he asked me if I wouldn't mind coming over early and he'd just do his cooking for the church over there instead."

Skyler raised an eyebrow. "Mmhmm, so he could spend even more time with you."

" Anyway, after we finished up at the church we headed to his gym since he frequently goes after service to unwind."

Skyler grinned. "Ooh, so you got to see him all sweaty?"

You nodded. "The arms on that man, let me tell you…"

"And the ass." Skyler did a chef's kiss. "You can't tell me you didn't check out his ass."

Your face heated. "Well… maybe a bit."

Skyler gasped. "You did! I knew you were interested in him!"

You groaned. "He's so handsome and sweet and funny and genuine, not to mention an incredible chef… but I'm writing a story about him for the paper, it's completely unethical for me to be thirsting after him -- even though it's absolutely unfair how good he looks in a tank top and a pair of sweatpants."

Skyler shook her head. "Your story's due, when, Wednesday? After that you won't have to worry about journalistic integrity or whatever's stopping you from jumping his bones. So how'd you wind up going home with him?"

You wrinkled your nose. "Don't say it like that, you make it sound so… clandestine ."

Skyler rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, fine. Having dinner, happy?"

You chuckled. "Yes. After he was done at the gym I asked him where to next and he said that was all he had left to do so I said okay and that I'd see him later, but then he asked if I'd like to have dinner with him as a thank-you for helping him out at the soup kitchen. I agreed, so we stopped by his plot at the Clinton Community Garden to pick some fresh basil then headed to his apartment."

Skyler waved a hand at you to go on. "Where you…"

You shrugged. "Where I drank some wine and ate some delicious carbonara, then sat and talked with Matt for a bit on his sofa before I went home."

Skyler's eyebrows raised. "Wait, you were serious? Nothing happened between you two?"

You shook your head. "I mean we hugged before I left, but that was it."

Skyler shook her head with a sigh. "Girl, if you can't see what's going on…"

Your brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"He's clearly interested."

"What? No he's not."

"Oh come on. He invited you to his apartment for dinner."

"As a thank-you, I told you that."

Skyler took a sip of her drink. "I'm telling you, girl, the man is into you! He's probably holding back because he thinks you're not interested."

You shook your head and stood. "Come on, we need to get back. I'm sure Kelsie is looking for any excuse to report us to Ellison."

Skyler groaned then stood as well. "Yeah, you're right. But I am too, and you know it!"

You threw your trash away and started back towards the office, your mind racing.

Skyler had to be mistaken. Matt couldn't actually be interested in you… could he?

Matt grinned to himself as he headed towards Clinton Church. He had spent the morning finalizing his plans for your "recipe tasting" dinner and was eager to get started on prep, but he needed to pick up his supplies from the church's activity center first.

Father Lantom had left him a voicemail that morning saying how appreciative everyone had been of the hot meal and how nice it had been to meet you.

Matt's mind drifted back to the previous day. While you obviously wasn't as quick and skilled in the kitchen as he was, Matt had still been touched by your willingness to help out however you could, even if it meant doing menial tasks such as slicing up tomatoes and cucumbers and dividing salad dressing into servings.

God , he had wanted to kiss you when your fingers had brushed against his while you were handing him his measuring cups, then again when you had hugged him at Fogwell's after he had told you about his dad, then again in his apartment when you two stood listening to the rain by his window, then again when you were getting ready to leave…

He sighed. Hopefully everything went according to plan tonight.

He stepped into the office at Clinton Church.

"Matthew, hello," Sister Maggie, one of the nuns from the adjoining convent, said.

"Hi," Matt replied. "I'm here to pick up my culinary supplies from the activity center."

"Oh, yes. Father Lantom did say that you'd be dropping by to pick up your things." Sister Maggie took a set of keys out of a drawer. "He's out on an errand at the moment, but I can let you in."

"Great, thanks."

He followed her out to the activity center.

Sister Maggie unlocked the door. "How is the restaurant doing?"

Matt shrugged. "It's… surviving so far. We're not doing nearly as well as I'd hoped we'd be by now but I'm hoping that the article that's going to be in the Bulletin next week will help drum up some business."

"Oh, the restaurant is being featured in the Bulletin? That's wonderful."

Matt shook his head. "Moreso me than the restaurant, but yeah. We're going to be on the front page of the Restaurant Week kickoff edition."

He paused, smiling softly as he thought about you. "Actually the reporter from the Bulletin who's doing the story on me was here with me yesterday."

Sister Maggie hummed. "Oh, yes, Father Lantom did say a young woman was assisting you, but he was under the impression that you two were seeing each other."

Matt shook his head. "What? No, we've only known each other for a few days, although…"

He sighed. "There's something about her that… I don't know, she makes me feel comfortable around her. She's kind, and gentle, and caring…" And beautiful. I have no idea what she looks like, but I know she's beautiful.

Sister Maggie hummed. "She sounds lovely."

"She really is."

"What's her name?"

Matt smiled as he said your name.

Sister Maggie gave a hum of recognition. "Oh, yes, she's the one who does all of those lovely human interest stories, right? I do enjoy reading those each week."

Matt nodded. "Right."

He bit his lip. "I wanted her to get to know me outside of the kitchen -- for her story, of course -- so I, uh, I took her to Fogwell's after we left here yesterday and wound up telling her about Dad. She already knew about his murder -- she had done some research before our interview -- but I told her about growing up with him and how he always encouraged me to get an education."

Sister Maggie reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Your father was a good man, you know."

Matt nodded. "I know."

She sighed. "I know I haven't always been there for you in the ways you've needed me, Matthew, but for what it's worth, I'm really proud of you."

Matt nodded. "Thanks… Mom."

"So what are you going to do?"

Matt furrowed his brow. "About?"

Sister Maggie said your name. "She's not seeing anyone, is she?"

Matt shook his head. "I don't think so. At least, she hasn't mentioned anything in that regard."

He gestured towards the kitchen. "She's actually coming by the restaurant tonight to taste-test some new recipes for me, so I better get going so I can get started on everything."

He headed into the kitchen to get his cart.

Sister Maggie gave him a hug as he came back out. "Goodbye, Matthew."

Matt hugged her back. "Bye."

He headed towards Daredevil, his mind swirling. He knew you were attracted to him -- at least physically -- but there had been something holding you back. Could you be seeing someone?

Matt had assumed you were single based on your availability over the weekend, but just because you were available didn't mean you were available.

He shook his head. He remembered overheating your conversation with that other reporter who had greeted him the day he had brought tiramisu to the Bulletin, during which you had said that you didn't have a boyfriend.

…So then what was it?

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