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fatecantstopme · 1 year
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My Favorite Cardio
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x wife!reader
Summary: When he gives you that look, you know you’re in for it. Basically porn without plot.
Warnings: RPF. Cursing. SMUT. Oral (F receiving), bondage, dom/sub vibes, slight pain kink, slight choking kink, unprotected sex (P in V). Use of pet names
A/N: inspired by Henry’s interview about how he gets his cardio 😉
“Well that was quite the interview, babe,” you said with a smirk when your husband came into the living room.
Henry chuckled lightly. “You saw that, huh?”
“I got 30 text messages from family and friends with links to the video literally 10 minutes after it aired.”
He blushed. “Sorry, sweets. I didn’t know how to respond and I panicked.”
You laughed warmly. “Well you didn’t lie…”
He grinned. “You’re my favorite cardio.”
“I think I prefer running,” you teased.
His expression darkened and he gave you an almost predatory look. You felt wetness pool in your panties and you bit your lip as you stared at him.
“You sure you wanna tease me right now, (Y/N)?”
You shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s kinda fun.”
He took a step towards you, arms folded across his chest. “Yeah? You know the rules, sweets.”
“Rules?” you asked, tone light. “I can’t seem to remember any rules.” You knew exactly what your bratty behavior would do to him and you couldn’t wait for your reward.
He crossed the room in a moment, bending down to pin you against the couch, arms on either side of your body. His pupils were blown with lust and desire oozed from every pore in his body. “It sounds like you need to be reminded, princess.”
You nearly moaned at the pet name. Whenever Henry called you princess, you knew he was going to dominate the hell out of you.
Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. “You want me to remind you? I’d be more than happy to put you back in your place.”
“My place?” you teased.
Henry let out a low growl. “Get your ass into the bedroom so I can fuck the brat out of you.”
You loved when he spoke so harshly to you. Your pussy was dripping and you had to rub your thighs together as you stood up, desperate for some kind of relief.
Once again, Henry noticed. “Already desperate, baby? Such a sweet little slut,” he murmured as he slapped your ass.
You gasped in surprise at the intensity of his smack. You turned to look at him, eyes filled with intense need. “Only for you, sir.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Bed. Now.”
You ran into the bedroom, tearing clothes off as you went, Henry not far behind you. You flopped down onto the bed, completely bare, as your husband entered the room in nothing but his tie and boxer briefs.
Your mouth watered as you took in his gorgeous body. Your entire body pulsated with need and you wanted to drag the man on top of you and use him for your own pleasure.
“Hands on the headboard,” he said firmly as he came up to the head of the bed.
You did as you were told, watching him secure your wrists to the headboard with handcuffs. He took off his tie and used it to blindfold you.
You whimpered softly, earning a much softer tone from Henry. “You okay with this, sweets?”
You nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He grinned. “That’s my good girl.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
You nodded again.
“Words, pretty girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect.”
You hated not being able to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t deny that you were more turned on than you’d been in ages. Henry was usually a pretty soft dom, but in moments like these, you weren’t sure what he would do. He could be deliciously brutal when he wanted to be.
You could hear Henry moving around, and you were dying to see what he was doing. You whimpered softly and tugged at the handcuffs, trying fruitlessly to escape them. “Henry,” you whined.
“Patience, my love.” His voice carried to you from the other side of the room and you once again wondered what he was doing.
You were soon informed by a light tickling sensation on your feet. You giggled lightly, unable to contain the sound as the sensation traveled up one leg and down the other.
You knew without being able to see that Henry had pulled out some of his favorite items from the sex box in your closet. The current one was a feathered tickling wand that he just loved to tease you with.
“You know there is absolutely no need to torture me, Hen. I’ll be good, I promise,” you say softly.
“Oh my sweet girl, we are past the point of promises. You behave like a brat, you get treated like one.”
With that, Henry went back to teasing you relentlessly with the feathers, never once giving you the firm touch you really needed.
After several minutes, you heard the telltale sound of a vibrator being turned on. Moments later, you felt the cool silicone against your burning pussy, eliciting a gasping moan from you.
Instead of giving you what he knew you wanted, Henry slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into your dripping hole and left it there.
You whined and shifted your hips, trying to get more friction where you really needed it. “Henry, please,” you begged.
You felt a harsh slap against your thigh. “What did you call me?”
You bit your lip. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, I just want you so badly.”
"It's okay, baby girl, I know you do." You felt his hot breath against your ear. "But I'm gonna take as much time as I want."
He nipped at your ear gently before once again pulling away. You groaned in frustration, but kept your thoughts to yourself to avoid further punishment.
To your surprise, you felt a sharp swat against your inner thigh. You gasped loudly as another smack hit your thigh. You whimpered softly and desperately tried to close your legs, but Henry's large body was wedged between them. He chuckled lightly and gently rubbed your thigh.
You felt a pinch on your left nipple, followed by a pinch to your right, as Henry secured his favorite nipple clamps to your breasts. Before you could say a single word, you felt the riding crop smack against your thigh again.
You loved the way he tortured you, the pain a welcome feeling, but you were begging him to give you some relief. "Sir, please," you whimpered.
"Please what, pretty girl?"
"I need you, sir, please."
"Aww, my sweet girl needs me to touch her sexy little body?" he teased.
"Please," you whimpered again.
You felt his large hands rest against your hips. "How could I possibly deny you, my love?" His voice was low and affectionate, but you knew he would be as harsh and as rough as he liked.
Henry got off the bed and you whined again, already missing his touch.
"Be patient, love," he insisted.
You heard him removing his boxer briefs and your mouth began to water involuntarily. Your hips jerked up, seeking any kind of friction, but there was none to be found.
"You're so needy," he teased as he grabbed your left ankle.
To your surprise, he wrapped a soft rope around your ankle and secured it to the end of the bed. "Can't have you moving around," he said as he quickly secured your other ankle.
By the time Henry actually got back on top of you, your entire body was on fire with a desire so intense that you were finding it very difficult to think.
When his large hands gripped your thighs, you whimpered softly. He ignored you and slid a single finger between your folds, collecting a large amount of slick.
"You're so wet for me, sweets." You felt his finger against your lips and he said, "Open up."
You did as you're told, and he slides his finger into your mouth. You moan softly as you taste yourself on your tongue. Henry gripped your jaw and held you still as you sucked his finger clean.
"That's it, baby. So sexy."
When he removed his finger, he pulled the dildo out of your pussy and shut it off. You whimpered at the loss of contact, desperation to feel him touch you threatened to overwhelm you.
"Shh," he whispered. "Such a needy little thing."
Your hips jerked up, your body desperately seeking relief anywhere it could be found. You couldn't see him, but you were certain Henry was purposefully shifting to avoid touching you where you needed him most. It was driving you crazy, and you started begging in earnest.
"Please, sir, touch me. Just do something, anything. I'll do whatever you want sir, just please...please," you whimpered.
Henry's large, warm hands gently caressed your thighs. "I could never deny such sweet pleas, my love. You clearly need me, so I shall oblige."
You could hear the movement, as well as feel his body shifting around, but no matter how you shifted your head, you couldn't see what he was doing. Was he about to thrust into you? Finger you? Eat you out?
Seconds later, you found out as he licked a thick stripe up your pussy, moaning at the taste. You gasped at the sensation, your body overly sensitive from all the teasing.
He moved slowly, taking his time licking you and sucking at your clit, ignoring your pleas to speed it up. It was obvious he was in control and he wasn't going to give it up that easily.
As he continued eating you out, your brain was filled with blinding pleasure. All you wanted was to grab his hair and push him into your pussy...but you couldn't move. You wriggled against the bonds on your legs and arms, struggling to free yourself so you could touch him.
Henry felt your movements and lifted his head to look at your face. Even with your eyes covered, he could see how desperate you were. "What's wrong sweet girl?"
"I--I wanna touch you, sir. Need to. Please."
Henry hummed approvingly, but made no move to untie you. "Beg for me, pretty baby."
You started rambling, words pouring from your mouth almost nonsensically. "Need touch you please can't take it please sir I need you wanna feel you please."
He laughed at your garbled words. "I love it when you beg, baby, but I'm sorry. I'm just not ready to untie you yet." Without another word, he dove back in, eating you out with renewed vigor.
You cried out in pleasure, your climax building within you. Somehow, not being able to touch him only made the pleasure more intense. It took him no time at all to have you falling apart on his lips, his tongue lapping up your juices as you came.
Your body jerked beneath him as he continued to suck on your clit, even after you'd come down from your high. Your whimpers of "too sensitive" fell on deaf ears, but they quickly turned to moans of pleasure as your second orgasm began to near.
After you came a second time, Henry finally relented, head lifting from beneath your thighs to kiss your skin as he moved up your body. He kissed your lips, allowing you another taste of your release, and you moaned desperately.
"Baby, please," you whimpered. "Please let me touch you."
Henry had actually been considering releasing you up until that moment. "Sorry, sweets...but you didn't call me by my title, so you're gonna have to wait a while longer."
"Nonononononono please, sir. I'm sorry, please. Please just untie me, sir, please."
The desperation in your voice made him pause for a moment, his dominant demeanor breaking for a second. "What's your color, my love?"
"Green," you responded instantly.
He grinned and kissed you softly. "Good girl." He sat back up, admiring your body as it writhed beneath him, begging to be touched. "Now...where was I?"
"About to let me go?" you tried.
He chuckled. "Nice try, baby." You felt him shift so he was back between your legs. "I think I remember now."
You felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance and you gasped at the feeling. Even after years of fucking him, his cock still stretched you to an almost painful level, but there was no better feeling in the world.
"Please," you whispered.
Henry wanted to keep teasing you, to deny you some more, but he was finding it more and more difficult by the second. He needed to fuck you and he needed it now.
Normally, he would give you a moment to stretch out, take his time, go slowly, but tonight he was simply too far gone. He couldn't wait.
His cock slammed into your pussy in one quick thrust, eliciting a sharp gasping moan from your throat. He instantly set a brutal pace, hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
"Fuck, baby girl, feels so good. You're so fucking tiny," he groaned.
You were too far gone to formulate any coherent words, moans all you managed in response.
"Tight little pussy squeezing me so well," he mumbled. "Makes me wanna stay here forever."
His cock was hitting all the right spots, making the pressure build in your abdomen. He could feel how close you were, so his pace never relented. "I know you're close, baby girl."
You hummed in response, silently begging him to never stop.
He thought about it for a moment, but decided against making you wait. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted at least two more orgasms from you before he came. "Come for me, baby," he whispered.
His command shattered you, orgasm pulsating through your body with such force that you screamed his name.
He had to slow down his thrusts as you came, pussy clenching him so hard he almost lost control. "Shit, baby. You gotta stop doing that or I'm gonna come."
Your body shook with aftershocks as Henry gently rubbed your aching muscles. "Sir, please," you whimpered.
"What is it, darling?"
"Let me touch you," you practically sobbed.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. You've been so good." Henry moved to uncuff you, quickly releasing your hands from their hold.
You grabbed at him immediately, wanting to feel his skin against yours. "Can I see you?" you asked softly.
He smiled and slowly removed your blindfold. "Hey beautiful," he whispered.
Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes fluttered open, landing on his incredibly handsome face. His curls were wild, his chest shone with sweat, and his cock was still inside of you...it was easily the sexiest image you'd ever seen.
He grinned, noticing your expression. "See something you like?"
"Mhmm...You're pretty cute," you teased.
He chuckled warmly, preening under your appreciative gaze. He shifted slightly, causing you to gasp as his cock moved inside of you. His eyes darkened and his hands slid up your body, tracing the curves he found along the way. "I'm not quite finished with you, my love."
Your eyes widened. You knew he hadn't come yet, but you figured he would let you off the hook, having come several times already yourself.
He saw your slightly panicked expression and grinned wolfishly. "Just one more, baby. You can do that for me."
"I'm not sure--"
He cut you off with a particularly strong thrust. "You were saying?"
"Don't stop," you gasped.
"That's what I thought," he said smugly, hips once again setting an intense pace.
Your legs were still tied to the end of the bed, which only heightened your experience...you couldn't get away from him if you tried, not that you wanted to. He was pounding into you with such force that you would have been slammed into the headboard if your legs weren't secured.
It didn't take long for you to be so far gone that all you could do was cling to his body, nails digging into his flesh. "Close," you mumbled.
Henry grinned. "I know baby girl. I can feel you squeezing me."
He reached between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with ease. He gently teased the sensitive nub as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.
Your moans shook the walls, mixing with his deep groans of pleasure. Through your haze, you could see that he was close. His eyebrows were weaved together in concentration, eyes focusing on a spot just above your head.
He'd been teasing you relentlessly since he got home, so you decided it was only fair to get back at him. "Look at me, baby," you whispered.
His eyes dropped to yours and you immediately clenched your pussy tightly.
"Fuck," he growled, body straining with the effort of staving off his orgasm. "What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)?"
You smiled. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine."
He raised a single eyebrow, eyes still glued to yours. Normally he would have corrected you, reminded you that you were his to command, but he secretly loved it when you took the reins.
You slid your own hand between your bodies, knocking his out of the way and taking over massaging your clit. "Keep your eyes on me handsome, and don't come until I tell you to."
His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded his agreement.
"Henry," you warned.
"Yes, ma'am. I won't come until you tell me to."
You smiled. "Good boy. Now, fuck me like you mean it."
Henry renewed his pace, quickly bringing your orgasm closer. You matched his pace against your clit, pussy clenching every few seconds to urge him on.
He was beginning to truly struggle, body so close to the edge he could barely breathe. His eyes closed as he thrust into you, but fluttered back open when he felt you grab his jaw.
"Eyes. On. Me," you said firmly.
The intensity of your gaze nearly pushed him over the edge, and he found himself begging you for permission to come. "Can't take much more, baby. Need to come. Please."
You enjoyed the neediness in his voice, and even though your own orgasm was impending, you decided to prolong his pain just a while longer. "Not yet, handsome. Be patient."
He groaned and his hand snaked up your chest, landing directly at the base of your neck. He might be letting you have some control, but he wanted you to know that you were still at his mercy.
He also knew exactly what that action would do to you, even without any pressure. You gasped in pleasure, the feeling of euphoria mere seconds away. "Come with me baby," you ordered, finally allowing yourself to orgasm.
Henry's hips stuttered as he came, filling you with his spend. He thrust a few more times as he emptied within you, voice hoarse and broken, a mixture of curses and your name falling from his lips.
When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You immediately wrapped your arms around his large frame, entangling your fingers in his curly hair.
The two of you laid like that for some time before he broke the comfortable silence. "I think we need to do cardio more often, I'm exhausted."
You laughed lightly. "You're exhausted? I came...three times? Or four? I can't remember."
He shifted, lifting his torso off you, angling his head to look at your pretty face. "It was four," he said with a grin.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head good-naturedly. "My apologies, sir. I shall endeavor to count next time."
His eyes lit up. "Oh that's a good idea, sweets. I should make you count them."
You groaned. "I regret opening my mouth."
"You love me," he teased.
"You know I do."
He kissed you sweetly before sitting up completely and dragging himself off the bed. "Not as much as I love you," he said softly.
He disappeared into the en suite, returning a few moments later with a warm, wet towel, which he used to clean you up. He took his time, admiring your body and all the love marks he'd made on your skin. He liked the idea of you walking around with the evidence of his adoration adorning your body.
Once you were clean, he laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh, "I love you, Hen."
He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tightly. "I love you too, sweets."
You quickly fell asleep, but Henry laid awake for a while, basking in the feeling of your warm body in his arms, along with the afterglow of the best cardio a man could ask for.
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avenging-fandoms · 1 year
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This is so minuscule and lame but I like to think Pedro would be the type of man that would always make sure he’s holding your hand or has his hand on your waist / back for all scenarios
Like when he has to walk ahead of you, he puts his hand behind his back with a little grabby motion for you to hold onto
Or if you let go of his hand, he frowns
If you need to pass through a crowd, he guides you with his hand on your lower back
He’s such a goofball and sweetheart it’s hard NOT to think of these little things 🫣
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Pedro Pascal Masterlist
You got out of the limo a little after Pedro who waited for you on the curb. You thank the driver and follow behind Pedro who started walking down the red carpet. You watched his heels and he put his hands behind his back, waving his fingers.
You smile and walk a little faster, grabbing his hand and he brings you next to him. You walk with him and stand in front of the background, his hand holding onto your waist with your hand on top of his.
Pedro bent down to whisper in your ear, hand moving to your lower back, very low. "There's thousands of people here, but you're the only one who took everyone's breath away" He pulls his head up and you smile at him, rolling your eyes.
"You say that every red carpet, Pedro"
"Because it's true" He winks and you shake your head, giving him a quick kiss before you two walked further down the red carpet, and you two were sent to an interviewer.
You held a microphone with your right hand and Pedro's hand in your left, putting your hands behind your back as you two spoke to the interviewer. Midway through, you dropped your hand with Pedro's to move your hair out of your face and Pedro visibly pouted.
Pedro placed his hand on your butt, rubbing up to your back. You two finished the interview and walked away, Pedro's eyes still sad. "Is it because I fixed my hair?" The corner of his mouth curled up. "Pedro it was stuck to my lip gloss!"
"Excuses, excuses. You don't love me" He sighed dramatically and you laugh, stopping when you hit a pile of people. You look up at Pedro and he nods, his hand firmly on your back with his right hand gesturing forward. He kept you close to him as he excused you two through the crowd, making sure you weren't stepped on or bumped.
Once you two made it through the crowd, you moved your fingers in between his, Pedro smiling at you and kissing you before taking you inside. "Do you want a drink?" He whispered in your ear and you smile.
"Wine" You whisper and he hums, knowing what wine did to you. "I think later, you're going to start feeling sick and have to go home, and I'll have to be your nurse"
"I think.. my stomach is hurting now. You better take me to the bathroom and help me feel better" He winked but failed, making you laugh and kiss him all over his cheek. "Is there lipstick all over my face?"
"My kiss marks, yes"
"Perfect" He grabs your chin and kisses you again, heading to the bar to get you both a drink. You took sneaky pictures of him then when he caught you, then pictures of the both of you. "Send me all of those, one of them will be my new wallpaper" He mumbled into your shoulder and you smile, rubbing his thigh.
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The Boys S01 Bloopers | Jack Quaid & Karl Urban
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amchapel · 1 year
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MY MASTERLIST (incomplete)
Hello, and welcome to my masterlist. That is all. Happy reading!
fandoms (a-z)
Actor RPF
You're a PR Crisis Waiting to Happen
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Pedro Pascal/Reader Additional Tags: Somnophilia, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting Words: ~1.1k You smirked, enchanted by Pedro's broad shoulders shifting in his suit jacket as he dragged you out of the club. His fingers dug into your arm whenever you stumbled, but you didn't care. You wanted him to leave bruises.
Liar, Liar
Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Pedro Pascal/Reader Words: 370 This is like a zero draft. But like. I desperately need a Pedro/Reader (in her late 20s) fic in which Y/n takes the Vanity Fair’s lie detector test because it’s like. Part of her and Pedro’s press junket for their TV show or something...
Call of Duty (Video Games)
Strawberry Flavored
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader Additional Tags: Banter, Vaginal Fingering, Flavored Lube, Squirting, Slight Praise Kink If You Squint Words: 802 "If I'm gonna fit" —Ghost squeezes your flank— "you're gonna have to relax." Now, you're a grown woman. You're in your late twenties. And yet you whine. "I'm fucking trying."
Oh, the Weather Outside Is Frightful!
Rating: Mature (nudity) Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Simon "Ghost Riley/Reader Additional Tags: Banter, Brattery, Sharing Body Heat Words: ~1.7k You and Ghost take shelter from a blizzard. "Yeah. I got her." "You don't 'got' shit. You 'have' me." Ghost just barely refrained from sighing. Instead, he listened to Price and then replied, "Rog'. We're stayin' the night." You blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, come again?"
A Court of Thorns and Roses Series
Cravings and Cat Naps
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Devlon/Reader Additional Tags: Pregnant Reader, Reformed Devlon (He Isn't an Asshole), Fluff and Smut, Making Out, Vaginal Fingering Words: ~1.5k While waiting for Devlon to return, you doze off in his chair. Once he returns, fluff and smut ensue.
an alternate timeline dl snippet in which you and devlon are...involved hehehe
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Devlon/Reader Additional Tags: Masturbation, Similar to Mating Cycles/in Heat Words: ~1.1k The second you entered Devlon's walk-in closet and got goosebumps, you should've known something was wrong.
Where Dreams Go to Die (incomplete)
Rating: Explicit Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M/M Relationship: Azriel/Reader/Rhysand Additional Tags: Bondage, Noose, Asphyxiation, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking Words: ~4.6k You're captured and interrogated by the infamous shadowsinger.
The Art of Nesting
Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Azriel/pregnant!Reader Additional Tags: Fluff, Nesting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Bliss Words: ~2k You've never nested before and don't plan on it, but when you're out shopping and see some blue bedding, you just can't resist. The vendor, who knows who you are, says he'll just bill you later, so you thank him and then think nothing of it. That is until Azriel comes home. And he wants to know why he has to pay a couple thousand nonras for bedding.
Ringing in the New Year (sequel to "The Art of Nesting")
Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Azriel/pregnant!Reader Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Some Panicking, Crying, Non-Graphic Childbirth, Happy Ending Words: ~2.2k In an ironic twist of fate, you'd been the calm, cool, and collected one throughout your pregnancy. On the other hand, Azriel had been and still was an absolute wreck. You and Azriel ring in the New Year at the river house with the Inner Circle and a few other friends. After an accident, you go into labor a month early.
Use Your Words
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M/M Relationship: Azriel/Reader/Eris Additional Tags: Nipple Orgasm, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting Words: ~1.3k Your boyfriends want to give you a nipple orgasm.
How Quickly It Turns Sour
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M, F/M/M Relationships: Rhysand/Reader, (Implied) Azriel/Reader/Eris Additional Tags: Reader Is Hit Once, Minor Injury, Blood, Drugs Words: 833 The Las Vegas nightclub delved into chaos. In shock, you stumbled back, holding the left side of your face. And then suddenly, your teeth ached. Iron exploded on your tongue.
A Nasty Habit of Being Wrong
Rating: Explicit Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M Relationship: Rhysand/Reader Additional Tags: Manipulative Relationship, Rough Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Words: ~1.5k Rhysand fucks you in an elevator.
Daredevil (TV)
Not Your Average Male Fantasy
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: ? Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Matt Murdock Has a Breeding Kink, Sex Toys, First Time Topping, Anal Sex, Bottoming from the Top, Squirting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Words: ~1.6k Matt has a breeding kink. It's just a little different than your average male fantasy.
here’s a (long) snippet from my matt murdock/reader fic “a woman’s intuition” hehehe (incomplete)
Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/mutant!Reader Additional Tags: Banter, *shrugs* Words: ~2.1k You have a sixth sense.
100 Days
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/depressed!Reader Additional Tags: Depersonalization, Sharp Objects, Suicidal Thoughts Words: ~2k You'd been quiet lately. Too quiet. Quiet enough that Matt's best friend Foggy, who you'd just met a month ago, commented on it at dinner one night.
you're a rich, disillusioned only child in nyc (incomplete)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Banter, *shrugs* Words: ~1.3k You'd been born with a silver spoon in your mouth.
Not Your Martyr, Part 2 (incomplete)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Arguing, Angst, Hurt No Comfort Words: ~1.7k Matt doesn't sacrifice his moral code to save you.
Like the Dead
Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Rough Sex Words: ~2.7k Matt fucks you into a much-needed coma.
Catholic Guilt
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/vigilante!Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Vigilante Reader, Breakup, Sad Ending, Hurt No Comfort Words: ~1k Like any good Catholic, Matthew Murdock liked to suffer. You break up with Matt.
Ex Proprio Motu (incomplete)
One, Two, Three, Four, Five (TBD)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/mutant!Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Arguing, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Slice of Life, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury Words: ~8.2k After a triggering fight with Matt, you break up with him. This is the fallout of that and all that comes with it.
Impostor Syndrome
Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Insecurities, Mild Angst, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Satire (I Promise It’s Funny), Happy Ending Words: ~1.5k You'd had reservations about dating Matthew Murdock.
The New Communicant
Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Past Self-Harm, Scars Words: 790 Matthew Murdock had become well-acquainted with every communicant at Clinton Church (correction: he'd super-sensed everything about everyone to a T), so one summer Sunday when someone showed up late, Matt, having realized they were new, was, to say the least, distracted.
filling space in your sheets
Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending Words: 462 Elektra Natchios was dead. She'd been dead for almost two years. So when Matt said her name during sex, you didn't know how to react.
Glass Purses
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/rich!Reader Additional Tags: Banter, Fluff, Matt Being Annoying Words: 482 By the time Matt snuck into your brownstone through your unlocked kitchen window, it was one in the morning. So you were online shopping. Obviously.
White Lines and Long Islands (incomplete)
Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/rich!Reader Additional Tags: Alcohol, Drugs, Matt Fingerfucking a Long Island Words: ~1.5k "Hmm." Staring at one of your father's new lawyers, you cocked your head. You raised your champagne glass and straightened your index and middle fingers to point at Mr. Matthew Michael Murdock. "I want that one." Your best friend Verity Allencourt scoffed. "The blind one?" Still staring, you said, "Yes."
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larakb117 · 1 year
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LONDON ADVENTURE
Joseph Quinn & female y/n
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Summary: You have to cope with a caring best friend…
Content warning: smut (18+), piv
Part 7
You had two more orgasms that night. The next morning you woke up from Joe gently stroking some strands of hair out of your face. “Hey love.”, he said as you opened your eyes. “Hey, Joe.”, you smiled at each other.” Your eyes were still slightly pinched together: “What time is it?” “It is 6 am. I did not know what time you start working, but I googled your work place and you open at 7:30, so there´s plenty of time for you to get ready.” You were touched, emotionally. “You know what, I call in sick today.” “You sure?”, he smirked. “Yes, it´s my first time being sick at that job. They just have to deal with it.” Joe kissed you. You melted into the kiss and wrapped your hands around his neck, his hand touched your cheek. “Okay love”, he said. “You wanna call now?” “I just text my friend from work, there won´t be someone to pick up the phone.” Joe already gave you your phone and started to cuddle you while you texted Jen, that you weren´t able to go to work and that you would tell her later on the phone. You snuggled into his cuddle, his hand was touching the side of your boob. You were still naked. “In addition I need to use the time before you leave for New York.” “Ehm, no need to worry about that.”, he whispered into you ears. “You´re not going?”, you asked bewildered. “I´m going, but you can join me if you want to.” “What?”, you were shocked. “I asked my assistant Maddie if she could book a plane seat for you and add you on the hotel booking. You can come if you´d like to. You said you´ll have a week off next week.” He looked at you tensely. You were too surprised to answer him. “I didn’t know if you have any plans for next week, nothings booked yet…You wanna come?” You squeezed him and pressed a short kiss onto his mouth. Did he really invited you to come with him to New York? “I´d love to!”, you squeaked a bit. “I´m going to have a lot of appointments in New York, so you probably need to explore the city without me at daytime. But we´ll have plenty of time in the evenings.”, he grinned. “That’s okay, you´re sure you want me to come with you?” “Never been more sure.”, he insured you. You blushed and pecked his cheek. For a moment you really felt like being crazy in love. It was a feeling you never had before, such an intense tingle in your stomach and your chest felt like it was burning. It actually was like having butterflies in your belly, even though you didn´t like this phrase at all.
Joe broke the moment, not because it was awkward that you just stared in each others faces for what felt like minutes. You could swear that he had a similar thought like you. At least he really enjoyed being and spending time with you. “Are you hungry?”, Joe asked you. “Not really, you?”, was your reply. “Yes, I´m starving! Hold on, I get something to eat and come back to you.” He wasn’t able to go into the kitchen before leaving another loving kiss on your lips. It took a while for Joe to come back into the room. If he had the time to make breakfast in the morning, he really took his time. But as soon as he got into his bedroom, he realised that you´ve fell back to sleep. The last night was wonderful but also pretty exhausting. So, he started to pack some stuff he needed for his, or better your, week in New York.
Some hours later you woke up. You squinted over to the nightstand and looked for a clock to tell you what time it was, you completely lost track of it. Almost 12 pm. The last thing you remembered was Joe walking around the room and gathering in some clothing when you had woken up for a couple of seconds. You heard some music playing outside and followed the noises, the bedroom door was closed. Before you opened it you grabbed a big shirt from a pile of clothes next to a piece of luggage on the floor. You were still completely naked. The panties Joe had removed from you last night were still on the floor, right next to his underwear and your bra, you put the panties on. The shirt fitted you like a dress, that was good enough. You carefully opened the door and realised Joe wasn´t alone: Wesley sat right next to him on the sofa. “Hi y/n.”, he instantly turned to you and grinned. “Hi, Wesley.”, you could feel your face turning red in shame. “I have a similar shirt.”, Wesley continued. He was joking, Joe rammed his elbow into Wesleys side. “Shut up mate.” “It´s okay Joe.”, you declared. “So how are you y/n?”, Wesley continued your awkward conversation. Was it really awkward or were you just a little ashamed that he had caught you leaving his best friends bedroom in only your panties and an oversized shirt, only two days after you first met him? “I´m…” you glanced over to Joe. He could not hold back and smiled, which actually seemed to be a bit of pride. “I´m really good.”, your fingers nervously fidgeted. “Come here.” Joe invited you on the sofa, you ran over to take a seat right next to him. He covered you up with a soft blanket right away. The last time you were on that sofa you had just come down from an overwhelming and amazing orgasm. The thought of that made your thighs clench together. Joe laid a hand on your covered leg and rubbed a bit to calm you down. It worked. “I think I leave now.” Wesley interrupted your thoughts. “Just wanted to wish Joe some luck for Fallon next week.” “You´ll be at Jimmy Fallon?”, you stared at Joe in enthusiasm. “Yes, second time, I´m kind of nervous.”, he turned to Wesley: “Y/n is coming with me to New York.” “She does?”, Wesley said with a face you could not read. His face turned to a smile in a millisecond: “Goodbye Joe. See you in a week!”, he just said. Joes hand left your thigh and he followed Wesley to the entrance door. They both started to whisper, you could hear Joe say “it´s different”, Wesley sounded really serious. You got anxious. Wesley was obviously not really into the idea of you joining Joe on that trip. Maybe Joe would think that too now. It was weird, when you and Wesley met at the pub you both really got along with each other.
Joe closed the door and came back to sit next to you. Hey love. You were pretty-“ “I think I´ll better stay here.”, you disrupted him. He looked at you confused: “What?” “I think it´s better if I-“, now he disrupted you: “Wait love. I don´t care what Wesley says if you´re talking about that.”, he took your hand and squeezed it slightly. “I want you near me. Wesley just worries about me because of my past relation ships and affairs.” You were concerned: “Why?” “Oh, since stranger things there were a lot of women just interested because of my fame and stuff like that. But you are different.” Joe smashed his lips on yours. It felt like he wanted to seal your mouth before you were able to say something he didn’t want to hear. He crawled on top of you which made you sink in the comfy sofa. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Joe nibbled at your neck and planted more kisses at your cheeks, forehead, nose and mouth. Everywhere he kissed you, you felt a pleasant burn. Your hands wandered down his back onto his ass. You pressed his ass down onto you, so you could feel his bulge on your clothed clit. The shirt had already slid up your hips and rib cage, because Joe hungrily pulled on it. The shirt you had put on just ten minutes ago, got pulled over your head again and ended up on the floor. Joes hand tried to keep him steady above you, while his other hand started to squeeze your boobs, his mouth wandered down to them and started to lick over your nipples. You moaned and arched your back. Joe pressed his clothed bulge more onto your soaked panties. He was fully dressed in Jeans and a white buttoned shirt, while you laid underneath him with only your briefs on. “I really want you near me.”, Joe whispered while he was occupied with your boobs. “Please.”, you desperately begged him. Joe jumped up and teared his clothes off while he ran into the bedroom. He almost tripped over the edge of the carpet and you burst out laughing, just like he did. In that exact moment you felt so alive. Joe came back with a condom, he put it on and sort of threw himself on top of you, still laughing from the heart. He swiftly pushed his cock into your awaiting cunt and thrusted deeper and deeper. The sex was different than yesterday, not better, just different. You both giggled, while he fucked you. Joe groaned into your ear, he was very close to you and mumbled with a raspy voice: “You are so hot.” That made your arousal became enormous just by his words. Your hands were everywhere on his body, they ended up on his ass again. You harshly pushed his body down on yours, while you moved up towards him, everything just felt so natural with Joe. Your legs around him increased the pressure even more. You both could not tell why, but you randomly started to giggle several times, the sex was real fun. “Deeper… fuck me…”, you sighed, your high was close. Again, Joe grunted in your ear, he thrusted his cock into your cunt a few more times and started to circle around your clit with his free hand. You both came almost at the same time, his cock twitched inside of you. Joe moaned really loud, while you gasped for air. Then you screamed his name: “Fuck, Joe!” The moment you got down from your orgasms you watched each other and started to laugh again. “Haha, that was-“ “Incredible.”, he panted. “Yes, it was incredible.” You raised your head and touched his lips with yours.
To be continued…
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we’re not really strangers [masterlist]
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summary: you got cheated out of your life now you can’t trust. Sebastian doesn’t know how to love full-heartedly. he’s in a movie you didn’t write, but you did, but you won’t admit it - or do you? loneliness consumed Sebastian, as do you but you are two people in two different worlds; yet this tug is so intense it will eat you both raw.
miniseries warnings: past abusive relationships, body dysmorphia, drug abuse, mentions of past suicide, hints and mentions of depression. (i’m projecting, okay?)
[1.] time devour of all things
[2.] far from the eyes, far from the mind.
more coming soon.
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imnotoverlyobsessive · 4 months
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Title Of Your Sex Tape
Chapter Seven: Maybe This Is Danger
AO3 one two three four five six seven eight
All my work is 18+.
It’s 5am, we feel so good it’s almost frightening. It’s 5am; I’m made for you, we can’t deny it.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)
Lea stirred, rolling over in the warmth of the bed with a soft, unintelligible murmur. Squinting her eyes open, she saw…
She saw Tim fast asleep beside her, his curls hanging in his eyes and his lips slightly parted. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she remembered everything that had happened the night before.
He’d… and then she’d… and they had…
Holy fucking shit.
Lea pushed herself up into a sitting position, blinking at the light filtering through the curtains that lined two of the walls of Tim’s bedroom.
The blankets had pooled at her hips, and she flushed at the realization that she was still naked. Climbing out of bed, she wobbled a bit on unsteady feet.
“Be careful,” came Tim’s raspy, sleep-ridden voice. Lea’s head whipped around, and she saw him rubbing his eyes blearily. “What’re you doing up, anyway? Come back to bed.”
She blinked at him over her shoulder. “I— shouldn’t I, y’know… leave?”
He frowned at her. “Leave? Why in the hell would you leave?” he scoffed quietly. “No, Lea. You most definitely should not leave. You should come back to bed and get some more rest before I take it upon myself to fuck you again.”
“You want me to stay?” she squeaked out, shocked. “Don’t one night stands usually leave, like…?”
“Yes,” he said impatiently, “I obviously want you to stay. I’d rather be holding you at the moment, as magnificent as this view of your ass is.” He paused. “And what the hell do you mean one night stand? Who said this was a one night stand?”
It took her a second to process this. “I… I’m not a one night stand?”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “No. I thought I made it abundantly clear that I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“You— you do?” she stuttered out, astonished.
“I really, really like you, y’know. Of course I want you to be my girlfriend.” He paused, looking a bit nervous. “If— if you’d want that, I mean. I figured since you said you like me, you’d want to be with me, too. Was I wrong?”
She looked down at the floor. “You weren’t wrong, no.”
“So… what’s the issue, then?” he said slowly.
“I mean… you, like…” She didn’t know how to relay her concerns about his career without shaming him. It wasn’t that what he did was wrong, that wasn’t it all.
“What is it?” he asked gently.
“You’re a pornstar, Tim,” she explained, her voice quiet.
He was silent for a moment. “So?”
“So… doesn’t that make, like… dating not an option for you?”
His frown deepened. “No. Why would it?”
“Well…” she hedged. “You sleep with other girls for a living. Like. That’s your whole job. Am I just not supposed to be jealous of that?”
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Are you jealous of that?”
She flushed. “Yeah, of course I am.”
“Baby,” he sighed, propping himself on an elbow, “sex between you and me has meaning. Sex at work is literally just work. It doesn’t mean anything the way it does with you. If you agree to this, I’d only be with you romantically, and other than work, I’m not touching anyone else.” Another pause. “Is that something you’d want with me?” 
“Of course I want that with you, Tim,” she sighed.
“Then…” She could almost hear him gulp. “Would you be willing to look past my job?” He hesitated. “I— I promise I’ll be faithful to you.” 
“I know you will.” She clasped her hands beneath her abdomen, wringing them anxiously.
“God, your tits look amazing when you do that,” he observed.
She glanced down at herself, realized he could see her body, oh god, how had she not thought of that, of course he could see her, even in the low light of his bedroom, and she scrambled back into bed as quickly as possible, pulling the covers up over her head.
“Why’re you embarrassed?” Tim asked, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his bare chest. “You’re way too sexy to be embarrassed about your body.”
“I’ve never done this before,” she reminded him in a grumble. “I’m not used to guys seeing me naked.”
He hummed thoughtfully, pulling the covers down to reveal her head and burying his face in her curls. “No other guy ever has to see you naked if that’s what you’d prefer,” he murmured. “I certainly wouldn’t have any objections to that. In fact, as your boyfriend, I’d prefer that.” His arms tightened around her slightly. “I… I am your boyfriend, right?”
She smiled softly despite herself, closing her eyes and leaning into him again. “Yeah.”
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In the weeks that followed, Lea’s relationship with Tim changed very little, for all intents and purposes. She helped him when they were at the studio, complied whenever he wanted to take her shopping or to dinner, and she did homework on his couch.
There were a few things, however, that had changed. For starters, Tim freely admitted that he was now going to do exactly as he liked in relation to her without holding back in the slightest, which generally involved touching her, kissing her, and a lot—a lot—of sex.
He was an extremely touchy-feeling individual, always had been, and it seemed that the floodgates had been opened, meaning he was forever holding her, nuzzling her, kissing her, and/or groping her. She didn’t mind it, really. In fact, she enjoyed it so much it was downright embarrassing.
One Monday evening, she dozed lightly after they’d finished. He was running his hands over her skin affectionately, occasionally squeezing her breasts without thinking about it.
“Lea?” Tim asked after awhile.
“Mmf,” she grunted into the pillow.
“Do you really have to go home tomorrow?”
“I have class the day after, so yeah,” she mumbled.
“You could just stay here,” he pointed out, pressing a slow kiss to her bare shoulder. “With me.”
“But it’s a school night,” she reminded him, parroting back what her mom had told her every time she’d wanted to have a sleepover on a Sunday.
Tim snorted. “You’re an adult, sweetheart. You can stay here if you want to, whether you have school or not.” He started kissing her neck and squeezing her breast. “I don’t work the days you have school, y’know. I could drive you. We could fuck before you went in and when you got home.”
He twisted her nipple, and she whimpered softly, biting her lip. “Are you, like… asking me to stay here… long-term?”
“Mhm,” he hummed against her skin. “Makes it easier, don’t you think?” With that, he slid a hand between her legs. “I could hold you whenever I want, kiss you whenever I want. Fuck you whenever I want. Wouldn’t that be nice, baby?”
“Mhm,” she breathed as he started rubbing her clit.
“I want you with me all the time,” he told her. “You make me so happy, Lea.”
“You make me happy, too,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” She could feel the smile on her skin, hear it in his voice. “God, I fuckin’ adore you. Move in with me, sweetheart. Please.”
She giggled. “Okay. I’ll stay here if you want me to that bad.”
“Oh, I want you in a hell of a lot of ways.”
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“Fuck, baby,” Tim groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth. “Just like that. Fuck.”
At that exact moment, there was a swift rapping on the door to his dressing room. “You’re needed on set, Tim!”
“Alright,” he called out in a voice that was far too controlled-sounding for someone who was currently having their dick sucked.
Lea pulled off of him and wiped the saliva from her lips without looking up at him. It was harder now that they were having sex and living together. He said he liked her an insane amount, but it was growing into more than that for her. She was fully cognizant of the fact that she was falling in love with him and could do absolutely nothing to stop it. So this— having to let him go so he could be with other girls the same way he’d only just been with her, it was… difficult. She did it, though. She adored him, so she did it.
He put two fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face up. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know you want it. I’ll fuck you as soon as I’m done, alright?”
She nodded, allowing him to help her to her feet. Sliding a hand into her hair again, he pulled her in for a kiss that was hungry and desperate. He pulled away after a moment, though.
“Wish it wasn’t Mackenzie.”
“You really don’t like her, huh?” she observed.
He grimaced. “She yells at the production crew and is incredibly entitled. No, I don’t like her. No idea how I managed before I had you.”
With a wink, he strolled from the room.
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“Tim!” came Mackenzie’s high-pitched screech through the door of the dressing room. “You can’t just storm off to fuck your girlfriend at the end of a scene!”
“I need my fluffer!”
Lea looked up from her phone at the sound of his voice, blinking in surprise, and was about to stand, unsure of what to do as she heard the sound of his bare feet on the linoleum. The door to his dressing room opened then, and his eyes searched the space frantically for her before fixating on her unblinking stare.
She glanced down at his dick. He was hard still, leaking precum from the tip. Within seconds, he locked the door behind him and strode over to her.
“Fuck,” Tim groaned, reaching for her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other. 
She moved away hastily, her back hitting the wall. He froze.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
This was a valid question for someone who didn’t—couldn’t—understand her predicament. After all, she’d never refused him before and was always eager for his touch.
“You were just with another girl,” she reminded him.
Tim looked confused. “Yeah, for work,” he said slowly. “I was having to think about you to stay hard.” He took a hesitant step towards her, gauging her reaction closely. “The girls they put me with, they’re either gonna be my type in about twenty years or they’re these tiny little things with nothing to grab onto. It’s very difficult to imagine you’re them when they look nothing like you.” 
She tensed at the further reminder of other women. How many had he fucked that day? She didn’t want to know.
He took another step forward. “Please, baby,” he practically begged. “I’ve basically been edging for the past two hours, thinking about how much I want you, that I wasn’t here to take care of my baby girl, fill her little pussy up and keep her satisfied, and if I don’t get inside you, I’m fairly certain I’m going to go insane.”
He was close to her now. She could kiss him if she wanted. It wouldn’t be difficult. No more than it usually was with their height difference, anyway.
“I wiped myself down,” he promised. “Don’t you want me to give it to you nice and hard, just the way you like?” He was speaking softly, his offer of pleasure oh so tempting. “Fill you with my cum and use my fingers to keep every drop inside you so you’re never empty?” After a moment, he added, “That said, I won’t pressure you if you really don’t want to.”
God, Lea could never resist him when he talked like that. Her lips parted, and his gaze fixated on them. He knew her tells. 
His eyes dilated, and he slammed his mouth against hers, gripping her thighs briefly and reaching up beneath her skirt to yank her panties down and off. 
Tim stroked between her legs, groaning when he touched her heat. “So fucking wet for me,” he muttered, kissing her hungrily. 
He tasted different. 
She ignored it.
Tim pressed her up against the wall, his nude body looming over her. “Pull your shirt down, angel,” he purred. “Let me see those tits.” She did so, reaching into her bra and shirt and pulling her breasts from their confines. He reached up to tug her nipples, twisting them lightly. “Fuck, baby. I wanna watch them bounce while I remind you who owns that pretty little pussy.”
Something odd about Tim, she had learned, was that despite his choice in career, he was inexplicably possessive.
“You do,” she breathed as he hiked her legs up around his hips, holding her up by her ass. 
Tim slammed into her with a groan, and she inhaled sharply, her head thunking against the wall behind her. “God, Lea,” he gasped, immediately fucking her hard and fast against the wall. “Fuck, no one feels the way you do.”
“Tim,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “I— that’s so good, I—“
He leaned forward to mouth at her neck, and she arched against him. “Yeah?” he rasped in her ear. “Feels good getting fucked, babydoll? You like it?” He started mouthing at her neck and squeezing her ass, his fingers digging into her skin.
“I like it, I like it,” she chanted desperately. “Fuck, don’t stop, more—“
“My greedy girl,” he murmured, slamming into her. “So tight and wet for me, baby. All for me, isn’t it? Pussy’s all mine?”
“Uh huh,” she managed to force out. “God, you’re so big—“
“Nobody else could fill you up like I can, could they, sweetheart?”
“N— no, I—“
Tim rewarded her with another thrust. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”
“More, please,” she begged, holding him close. He felt so good inside her. “Please, don’t stop, please—“
“Anything you want, Lea,” he promised, kissing her hungrily. “I’ll fuck you anytime you want, make you cum as much as you want, but you whatever you want. Whatever you want, fuck.”
“You,” she said without hesitation. “Just you, please, oh god, Tim, I—“
“I know,” he murmured, nipping at her lower lip affectionately. “You’ve got me, sweetheart. ‘m all yours.”
He wasn’t, not really, but she told herself that that was okay. It was okay.
“Are you mine, Lea?” he wanted to know, watching her with dark, lidded eyes. She nodded eagerly. Apparently, however, her lack of verbal response was inadequate, because his grip on her ass tightened enough to bruise, which she kinda hoped it would, to be honest. “If you’re mine, tell me. Tell me you’re mine. Only mine.”
“I’m yours,” Lea managed. “I belong to you, just you, I—“ Her words were cut off by a particularly harsh thrust that made her body jolt and her eyelashes flutter. “Oh, fuck, Tim, I—“
“That’s it,” he grunted. “You like it? You like it when I fill your greedy little pussy, my fuckin’ pussy, baby, all mine, I own it.” He was babbling, but his words made her clench around him. “You like it when I fuck you all full of my cum, Lea?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Need this, need you, need you inside me like this, I need it.”
“Of course you do,” he crooned, his voice a sugar-sweet murmur against the shell of her ear. “Poor, innocent little Lea. Had my dick and now you can’t get enough, huh? Got turned into a greedy cockslut, didn’t you?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hauling him up to kiss her again. “Only for you, Tim,” she promised. “Only if it’s you.”
“Always me, babydoll,” he agreed easily. “Nobody else. Not ever, you got that? Only dick you’ll ever take.”
“Yeah,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he jackhammered into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of his dressing room. She didn’t know if anyone outside the room could hear them, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care one way or the other. “Yeah, Tim, just you, just you, I swear—“
“Fuckin’ take it, sweetheart,” he growled, sucking a fresh bruise into the sensitive skin of her throat. “Take this cock like the dirty little slut I turned you into.”
“Harder, harder, more—“
“Nuh uh,” he snapped sharply. “Who decides what you get, Lea?”
“You do,” she acquiesced with a whimper even as her walls clenched down on him.
“That’s a good girl,” Tim praised, his voice raspy and thick with arousal. She was drenched; the sounds of their desperate, hungry fucking were wet and obscene, but she never wanted to hear anything else but that, the sounds of them together and his voice telling her that he adored her, that she belonged to him. “My good girl.”
She wished she could take him deeper inside her, wished she could melt into him entirely, and her legs tightened around his waist as he pounded into her. “Fuck me, please, god, Tim, fuck me—“
“I am fucking you, greedy girl,” he pointed out with a dark chuckle. “Splitting this little pussy open on my dick.”
“Uh huh,” she whined, her walls clenching around him rhythmically. “Yeah, that feels— oh fuck, Tim, gimme—“
“Givin’ it to you, baby,” he muttered. “Gonna fuck you as much as you want, I promise.”
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, suddenly overcome with a desperate need to feel his mouth against her own. “Kiss me, please.”
She could feel his smile against her lips when he obliged her, tugging her lower lip gently between his teeth before sucking her tongue into his mouth. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his curls, her breasts pressed against his chest.
When Tim pulled away, he began pressing wet, messy kisses into the skin of her face and neck, mouthing at the tops of her breasts. Still, he fucked her, each slide of his cock somehow better than the last, and she wished, however impossibly, that she could have this forever, that this complete and utter bliss could never end.
“Baby,” he groaned, panting hotly against the already flushed—sensitive, bruised—skin of her throat. “God, baby.”
“‘m yours, Tim,” she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through her veins like a drug. “All yours.”
“You’re goddamn right you are,” he almost growled. “Wanna feel this tight little pussy cum for me. You want that, baby? You wanna cum all over my cock?”
Want fluttered in her abdomen, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please make me cum.”
“Touch yourself, then,” he demanded, fucking her harder, impossibly harder. “Rub that pretty little clit until you cum.”
As soon as the words registered in her fucked-out brain, she snaked a hand between them, brushing a fingertip over her throbbing, oversensitive clit, and he rewarded her by digging his fingers into her ass and slamming into her. 
“Good girl,” he praised, watching her face closely, eyes dark and pupils blown with lust. “Rub it, sweetheart. So pretty when you cum, when you’re getting your sweet little pussy pounded.”
She barely even needed to move her hand at all because his thrusts were jolting her body enough that that was all that was needed to stimulate her, really, and she moaned, her hips trying to roll against his but unable to with the tight hold he had on her. She couldn’t speak; all that came out of her mouth were mindless cries of, “Unh, unh, unh, ah, oh—“
And still, through it all, Tim talked to her. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Cum for me, Lea. Such a dirty thing, aren’t you? Needing to be fucked and filled, to cum with a cock deep inside your slutty, eager little pussy?”
She could do nothing but moan wordlessly, her toes curling as she neared her peak.
“C’mon, babydoll,” he groaned. “Can feel you ‘bout to cum, sweetheart. C’mon. Give it to me. Own this pussy, every fuckin’ orgasm you have belongs to me. My pretty little slut, fuckin’ cum for me, baby, c’mon—“
And then she did, her back arching and muscles spasming as she cried out. Tim didn’t even give her body time to calm down before he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her bitingly as he fucked into her.
“Gonna cum,” he warned into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to encourage him. “‘m gonna—“ He wasn’t able to finish the thought, because he flooded her with a groan of her name, his thrusts becoming harsh and slow and deep. 
It wasn’t until several minutes later, when they were relaxing on the couch with her in his lap, that it occurred to her that she was in love with him.
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The happiest of birthdays to my bestie @softhecreator, you’re fuckin awesome girl and if anyone tells you different lmk and I’ll take care of it 😘
Also yeah I was horny when I wrote the smut here idk what else to tell you bro 🤷‍♀️
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her-soliloquies · 1 year
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So Ben Barnes is insanely handsome and Freddy Carter is ridiculously beautiful. But then you put them together and it's like HOLY SHIT. It's such a crime that they're not on the screen more together.
The way Ben is clutching Freddy's hand is just–
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athousandbyeol · 5 months
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we can tiptoe to the moon (if you're in the mood) [forcebook fanfic]
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force falls in love at first sight with book while hanging out with fluke and thor at the club. and (awkward) flirting (?) ensues.
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prettylittlepsxcho · 5 months
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply.
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV) RPF, Actor RPF.
Relationships: Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelsen
Characters: Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen
Additional tags: feelings realisation, romantic angst, hannigram, during filming of Hannibal, fluff and angst, hannigram, workplace relationship, exhibitionism, guilt and desire, forbidden love, first kiss, mild smut.
Summary:
In retrospect, it had all been building towards this moment. Each interaction on screen more tense than the previous one. Every casual flirtation between takes more intentional than the last. But when Hugh is forced to sit through one of Mads' more evocative scenes in Hannibal and is faced directly with the reality of his attraction, will he choose to embrace his desires or leave them in the past?
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celestialsister0918 · 3 months
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Okay everyone. I’m bored waiting for the Golden Globes tonight.
This is a prompt post. What’s he got his eye on? What triggered this look? His thoughts? What happens next?
Can be SFW or NSFW… but in my head that look is the latter. 😂
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Please have fun with this and don’t leave me hanging…
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@moonsnightowl @hudson-bay-girl @sinsiriuslyemo @eliaca
Please keep tagging! ❤️
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avenging-fandoms · 1 year
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slow makeouts with pedro after a big event🫣winding down after all that socializing maybe the reader and pedro just had a movie coming out with the two of them and people are loosing their minds about it asking if they’re together
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Pedro Pascal Masterlist 1
Pedro Pascal Masterlist 2
You stood on the red carpet for your new movie and posed for the cameras. You moved down the carpet and saw an interviewer, greeting her hello and making small talk.
"So, I don't know how often you look on Twitter, but everyone seems to think that you and Pedro are a thing after watching this movie"
"Really? I guess that means we're just really good actors, right?" You wink and you both laugh. "I just play his girlfriend, Pedro and I get along very well. I think that's why people think we're together"
Thankfully the interviewer didn't ask anymore questions like that and you soon left, hearing a faint whistle. You turn around and smile, Pedro speed walking over to you and squeezing you tightly.
"You look gorgeous, mí amor. I wish we could go home now" He whispered and you laugh, rubbing his back and you two took pictures on the carpet together.
Pedro wasn't one for flaunting his relationship. He liked to keep it to himself so no one's opinions were coming at him or his partner. He got asked many questions about you and he just gushed about you, which added more fire to the flame of dating speculations.
You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "I just cannot keep my eyes off of you. I find you in every single crowded room" Pedro's hand held your waist and you smile, giving him a proper hug.
"You look so wonderful in pink, honey" You eye him up and down and rub his bicep with your straw between your lips. "Would probably look better on our bedroom floor"
"Cool it, princesa. We're in public" you smile and Pedro returns one, rubbing your back. "Although it's very hard to not just take a bite of you right now" his voice was low, and his eyes were melting you away.
"Figuratively or literally?" You smirk and he laughs, biting your arm. "Ouch, Pey" you pout and rub over the area, Pedro laughing at the faint teeth marks. Pedro's love language was physical touch - and biting.
You two head into the theatre and everyone claps as the cast stood on the stage, a microphone being passed to everyone. "I would just like to start off, if that's okay" Pedro spoke and you look at him, nothing but love in your eyes. "I just wanted to say I am eternally grateful to have worked with such amazing people who became.. so special to me" His eyes met yours.
Suddenly it was just him in the room, and your eyes never left his face. He finished his speech and you clap with everyone else, letting other people get a chance to speak. It got to your turn and you took a deep breath. Even as an actor who had to speak in front of cameras, you still got very nervous on a microphone.
Pedro noticed you holding your stomach and placed a hand on your back, rubbing his thumb over your exposed skin and you smiled. "This cast.. this crew. You all have become my family, people who want love me no matter my faults or blooper reels" the room laughed and Pedro dropped his hand, standing a bit closer to you. "I'm grateful to be here, and I'm so thankful for everyone who helped bring this film to life"
You pass the microphone to the host and everyone claps and stands up, Pedro taking your hand and holding it up, the both of you looking at each other. You take his other hand and you both pretend to scream, making each other double over in laughter.
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You were exhausted. Interviewers and even other actors asking about you and Pedro. Dancing with everyone, drinking and screaming in celebration. Now, you wanted to go home and lay in bed.
You got into the car first, closing the door and the driver did a circle around the building and you scooted to the far side of the car, the door opening again and in came Pedro. He waved and shut the door quickly, giggling at you hiding in the corner and the driver rolled up the partition.
"Windows are tinted, hermosa. Get over here" You smile and crawl over to Pedro, hand on his thigh with his finger under your chin as you kiss him slowly. "I've been wanting this all night, I've missed you"
"Yeah but don't forget you sneakily putting your hand on my thigh during that whole movie" Your fingers played with the curls on the back of his head.
"Can't help touching you" he shrugged and smiled, kissing you again with his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and drinking in every bit of you.
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Pedro held your hand as you two walked inside your condo, a small number of cardboard boxes still scattered around the place as you and Pedro had just moved in almost 2 months ago. You both were crazy busy for weeks, but your cat, Cheese, didn't seem to mind all the boxes.
"Oh, look at this baby" Pedro laid softly next to the tabby cat and he chirped, pushing his head against Pedro's nose as he scratched behind his ear.
You laid on the other side of Cheese, running a hand down his back and kissing his head. "Don't worry, mommy and daddy aren't busy for another month so we're gonna make it up to you" You pitched your voice up and Pedro stared, taking a picture as you kissed your cat.
You followed the 2 year old to his dish, Pedro's eyes heavy as he sat up. You gave Cheese some food and squatted next to him, petting his back while he purred and chomped away.
You head back into the room where Pedro took off his belt and your hazy eyes watch every move of his fingers.
"Can you unzip me, Pedro?" He hums and you turn around. He pushes your hair over your shoulder, unzipping slowly until he reaches the bottom. His lips drag against your shoulder blades, making you stand up straight and lean into him.
Your dress falls as you both sway softly, his arm over your chest with your eyes closed. He kissed your jaw and you stood up, hanging up your dress and taking off your bra and underwear. You slid on Pedro's Purple Rain t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, looking at Pedro who stood in front of the mirror with his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose around his shoulders.
If you weren't so tired, you would jump him right then and there. You head to the bathroom and took out all your clips and bobby pins, putting your hair up. You wash your face of your makeup and grab your toothbrush, Pedro tapping your butt as he walked passed you in his pajamas.
He also grabbed his toothbrush, giving you and himself some toothpaste. You both brush your teeth in silence and you lean against him, closing your eyes. He rubs your back as you spit out your toothpaste, then he does as well. You rinse out your mouths and head into bed.
Pedro turns off the light and you turn on your lamp. Pedro lays on his side with his back towards you and you gasp softly. You bite his shoulder and he yelps, turning over and tapping your forehead. "That hurt!"
"Payback" You giggle and he sighs, rubbing his hand over your cheeks a few times before resting it and rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. He pulls you in and kisses you softly, pulling away and pushing his nose up against yours.
"How many questions about us did you get?" You whisper and he rolls his eyes. "Every interviewer I met with asked about you and I for almost the whole interview"
"As much as I love to talk about you, I wish they would stop asking. This is why we don't want to go public for a while. Could you imagine if we confirmed it?" He mumbled, kissing you between words. "They would be up our asses even more"
"I like being your secret" you wink and his hand smooths over your hips, pulling you in as he kissed your neck. He hums as his hand falls underneath your shirt, rubbing your back slowly as your leg traps his hip.
Your fingers grip his hair as you kiss him slowly, his bicep flexing against your rib cage. He hums softly as he breathes out when you adjust your hips.
“You are a dream” he whispers and pushes his fingers into your back and dragging down your spine, making you arch your back. Pedro kissed your chest as you tilted your head back.
Your hand falls down his chest, over his ribs while pushing your foot to his. You place your head on his bicep and closed your eyes as he kissed your face softly.
“I love you, sweetheart” he mumbles into your hair and you smile, planting a kiss to his chest.
“I love you, Pedrito”
Pedro huffed as Cheese jumped on his side and you laugh, but not too hard so you scared Cheese.
You all settled into bed, your back against Pedro’s front with his arm underneath the pillow you laid on. Cheese laid against your stomach as your arm draped over him and rested your hand in Pedro’s palm.
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ex0rin · 4 months
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can't wait to finish this jdm rimming jack to the point of tears fic that only two other people are going to read so i can write other things (why do i do this to myself) (affectionate, derogatory)
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larakb117 · 1 year
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London Adventure
Joseph Quinn & female y/n
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Summary: Joseph and you have your second date at the Skygarden in London after what happened the night before…
Warnings: 18+ , slow burn and fluffy, it gets spicy soon!!
Part 4
Was that really your first kiss? Your first real date ended with your first kiss like this? The train arrived. You got in and immediately watched out for a seat. It was hard to stand, your legs were shaking. You caught yourself subtly licking over your lips. It tasted different than usual, like a mix of the burrito you had and the drink you ordered a few hours ago, except the fact that you weren´t the one who drank that drink. What did that kiss mean? He wanted to see you again. Tomorrow. Thursday, he said he would be busy on Thursday, now he wanted to see you again. The day after he kissed you. And just left. What the hell was going on. Your head felt kind of dizzy. A headache started to creep in. It was full with so many different thoughts, that you almost missed your station. When you got home all you were able to do was getting in your pj´s, remove your makeup and brush your teeth. The moment your head hit the pillow you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up, got ready and went to work. Jen was already there and welcomed you in the room of your kids group with wide eyes. “OH MY GOD! Tell me everything about yesterday!!” You were totally confused and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. “Oh Jen. I don��t know what is going on.” Jen chuckled: “What?” “It was amazing. I´ll see him again tonight”, you did not seem really content. That´s why Jen asked you: “So what is wrong, you don´t seem happy about it.” “I´m just confused…” There were no kids in the room yet, so you both took a seat on the sofa. “Okay, tell me more, y/n.” You took a deep breath: “We met at the hippodrome. He was late but he already apologized before over text message. It was a technical issue, with the train rails. We decided to go to seven dials market, the whole way he had my hand in his hand.” Jen gasped and grabbed your hand. “He did NOT! He´s touchy, uuuuuuh.” You both laughed. “Well, he is, always touching a hand, or my arm or my back when walking.” “Love that.” was Jens reaction. She started to focus again and looked at you with a lot of expectation. You continued: “We ate at seven dials market, we talked a lot. Then we…” Jen interrupted you: “What did you talk about?” “Everything!” Right now, you were just reliving everything before the confusing kiss. It was not like you didn´t like your date with him, it was your first freaking kiss, you weren´t even able to enjoy it, because you were too surprised. “We really talked about everything. Work, what kind of food we like, what we like to do in our free time, about his education, about my life in Germany…just everything.” “What is he doing for a living?”, Jen asked. “Ehm, he´s an actor.” “Really, what kind of acting?” You tried to keep this short: “BBC, theatre, Netflix. Then we-“ Jen was too curious about the acting thing: “What´s his name?” “Joseph Quinn.” Again, she gasped, this time she grabbed you by your shoulder: “No FUCKING way, y/n! You had a date with Joseph chocolate button eyes Quinn?!?” You giggled in confusion: “How do you know about the chocolate button eyes?” “He said that at a convention some years ago! I can´t believe you really went on a date with Joseph Quinn!!” she squeaked a little. “Well, he told me that his mother used to call him like that.” “Yes, I know, that’s what he said at the con, it was a video on tiktok! Oh my god, Joseph Quinn. He´s really a touchy guy” “Alright, this feels kind of weird now.”, you said to Jen: “What do you mean?” “Oh, there are a lot of videos on the internet, where he´s holding hands with fans, or rubbing their backs and everything.” Wow, that hit you like a car. Now it didn´t feel really special to you, the way he walked with you hand in hand, the sneaky little touches you got, when you sat for dinner. Your heart felt heavy, in a bad way. “Go on.” Jen interrupted your thoughts. “That´s it. I had to leave because of work, and we´ll meet tonight.” You didn´t know why, but you did not want to share the kiss with Jen. “Sounds promising!” Jen smiled at you, you tried to smile back. The first kid arrived so you had to get to work.
Shortly before lunch break, you actually considered to cancel your date with Joe tonight. You were overwhelmed and felt kind of sad about the things Jen told you. You took a seat at the resting room and got your phone out of your handbag, pretty sure to cancel right now. Maybe you could tell him you feel sick or whatever. Your heart skipped a beat, when you saw that you had got two messages from Joe. The first one was: “hi love, how are you?” The thing about the pet names was so British. Also, the second message had a pet name in it. “Love, can we change location tonight? 6 pm at Monument station?” Your heart felt lighter again. He really wanted to meet you. He seemed to put a lot of effort in it. Your previous thoughts flew away and all you could do was to reply: “I´m great, see you later at Monument station”.
At home after work you had to change for the evening. This time you wanted to dress up without Jens help. You chose a mid-length beige dress and some heels, Monument station was basically in the financial district of London, so it definitely would be something more chic tonight than fast food at seven dials market. At 5:30 you left for the date, at 5:55 you left the circle line at Monument station. Outside you briskly spotted Joe, he wore a pinstriped shirt and brown trousers. He looked so handsome. You were nervous about the first time seeing him today, the last time you saw him yesterday, he walked around a corner after he kissed you surprisingly. What would he do now? Hug you, kiss you again? You did not know a lot about dating, you weren´t experienced at all. Once Joe recognized you, he started to smile from ear to ear. Either he was a brilliant actor or he was really, really excited to see you. He came in your direction and hugged you. Hi love”, he did whisper in your ear, while tightening the hug a little bit. Then he looked at you: “Wow, you look gorgeous again!” You immediately felt the heat in your face, you did not wear a lot of make up today, because of the lack of time (you got home from work a little later than usual), he was able to see you blushing for sure. “Thank you, I like your shirt.” That was everything you got out of your mouth. “Thanks love.” Even though it was a normal British thing, the pet names made you feel things. “Should we go?”, Joe asked. “Yes, where do we go?” you asked curiously. “That’s a surprise!” he mysteriously moved his hands, right before he grabbed your left hand and walked with you. The financial district was one of the places you did not spend a lot of time. But every time you were here, you enjoyed it. Joe walked you down Eastcheap and turned left for Philpot. 20 Fenchurch Street, also known as the walkie-talkie was right in front of you. Joe went up the stairs, and led you in there. “Wait, we´ll eat at sky garden?” you asked. Joe nodded and saw that you were genuinely excited about that.
You both got in to the lift and went up to the highest floor. You never were at sky garden before, but it was definitely on your things to do in London list. In the lift it was only you and Joe. He turned to you and started to speak: “I´m sorry about yesterday. The kiss. I just left you like a fucking coward.” “Oh.” You did not know what else to say. “I´m sorry, if it was too early for you, I´m sorry that I left you there.” He was really sorry, you could feel it. To reassure him you took his hand and slightly squeezed it. “It´s okay.” You did not know if it was really okay for you, but you did not want him to feel bad about it. And then you felt the inner urge to say something really flirty: “Maybe you can make up for that.” You were surprised by yourself. He smirked a little and you left the lift. A waiter accompanied you to your table. Sky Garden looked amazing, all the plants and flowers looked stunning. You studied the menu the waiter had given you and decided to get the stuffed gnocchi. The prizes were way out of your normal budget, but you worry about that later. Joe looked up from the cocktail menu: “Do you mind if I get something alcoholic?” “No, of course not.” “Well, it´s not obvious. You never know what the opposite person may go through, so I always check, if it´s okay.”, he responded. “That´s really thoughtful.”, your heart melted. “You take a cocktail too? I think I get the Mile end.” “Oh, I just decided what to get to eat, did not even look at the cocktail menu yet.” Joe chuckled: “Priorities well set!” “Yes!”, you joined him chuckling. After a few minutes of considering which cocktail to get, you finally chose the Lancaster Gate. Joe already waited for a moment, when you looked up from the menu, he called the waiter. He ordered the rosemary sourdough as a starter and for the main course the British wagyu beef rump. You didn´t have to wait long for your drinks. Joe wanted to toast with you: “Cheers to the French house, such an inviting place in London that luckily you went in when I was there.” You blushed again: “Cheers.” Your food arrived also very quickly. It was probably the best thing you´ve ever ate. Joe enjoyed his beef rump pretty obviously. When he took the first bite, he closed his eyes and moaned softly with his full mouth. “How are your gnocchis?”, he curiously asked and glanced at them. “You wanna try?” “If you don´t mind.” You poked one of the gnocchi pieces with your fork and hold it in front of his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the fork and ate the piece. That was kind of hot.
After the main course Joe ordered a dessert and invited you to share it with him. You could definitely tell he was a foodie. Just like yesterday, you talked about a lot of different topics, there wasn´t one moment when you both had nothing to talk about and just said nothing to each other. The so-called “Fenchurch chocolate bar” stood between you two, you weren´t able to eat a lot more, but Joe polished off the rest of the dessert. “I am really sorry about the kiss.”, Joe said all of a sudden. He looked at you with his brown eyes. “It´s okay.”, you tried to reassure him again. “No, it´s not. I can´t believe I just walked away.” “Well, I was pretty overwhelmed in that moment. I did not know what to do anyway.”, you chuckled a little, but more fake than real. At once the whole situation got uncomfortable. You wished you could tell him about you state of virginity on almost every level, but how would you get this topic into the conversation? Especially with a grown up 30-year-old man, who probably had sex for over ten years now, and even “had it” on screen. While you had your first kiss yesterday, he might have had his first one 15 years ago. He repeated himself: “I´m sorry.” Joe definitely could tell that you weren´t sure if it was really okay. You nervously laughed and didn´t know why, but you blurted out: “Haha, you were my first kiss!” You were shocked, that was probably the epitome of cringe. Joe looked at you with a shock in his face. But you could not tell if it was the fact or the way you just had told him. “Wow, I ruined your first kiss.” There was no judgement in his voice, he sounded just really worried. “Nooo, you did not ruin it, you just…surprised me!” “I just left you there, at an underground station.” “Well, yes you did, but I really wanted to kiss you.” You took his hand, which laid on the table. “Did you want to kiss me?”, you carefully asked. “I wanted it so bad!”, he grunted. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt a huge warmness building up in your stomach. “Why did you leave then?” “I don’t know… I was so nervous…You make me so nervous… I don´t know what is going on actually.” You chuckled a bit in relief: “Same.” Joe glanced at you and his eyes started to sparkle. His other hand got up on the table and took both of yours in his hands. You both smiled at each other. “I can´t believe that I have the honour to be someones first kiss and then I screw up like this.” “I told you earlier: Maybe you can make it up at some point.” Joe smirked.
You finished the dinner at sky garden, Joe paid the whole ridiculous amount of money and left the restaurant hand in hand. In the lift Joe asked you: “You wanna come with me?” “Where?” you asked him. “To my home. It is not even 8:30. I don´t want to leave you already. I can make great martinis by the way.” “Oh, you are an actor and a bartender as well?”, you said to him in a flirty way. “So you join me?” “Yes.” You looked him deep in the eyes. And then you kissed him. His lips felt warm, your hands immediately moved up to his head and got caught in his curls. Joe pulled you closer, his hands were around your waist. They started to rub up and down there. You deepened the kiss a little more, you opened your mouth slightly, so Joe could have more access with his tongue. You did not know what you were doing, but everything just felt so natural. Joe chuckled a little bit, the moment your lips got separated. “I think we have to get off the lift.”
To be continued…
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buckyarchives · 1 year
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we’re not really strangers | Sebastian Stan [2.]
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summery: a broken and washed up writer keeps showing up in Sebastian life as he struggles with his own loneliness. two people in two different world, but the tug is so intense it begins to eat Sebastian raw. he has to learn to love full heartedly and you need to learn to trust again after you got cheated out of your entire life.
word count: 7.5k
warning: therapy sessions, hints of depression and drug abuse, mentions of suicide. past abusive relationships.
authors note: this is so long i’m sorry. and yes, readers backstory is literally just from big eyes shut up
read on AO3 | masterlist
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“So.” the tap of a clicking pen filled the air. “Have you been writing recently?”
“I'm not a writer.”
Grace – your therapist – sighs, absolutely done with your shit. She was right to be. “You've written some of the film industry's greatest movies. Just because the world doesn't know that doesn't mean it's not true.”
You more or less glared at her, not a peep leaving you. It was going to drive Grace crazy, you didn't care. Maybe you did. A frown danced on your face, the one you wore usually. Just more annoyed.
“You don't have to be in denial forever.”
You loathed it when she said that. She noticed that you began to fidget with your hands before you realized yourself. She wrote it down, the sound of the pen dancing over her pad taunted you. You've never been an angry person, but it made you want to scream at her. Be the madwoman people expected of you.
“Yes, I have been writing.”
Grace's face lightened. “Good, anything you want to share.”
Your therapist made you talk about your script and stories in the beginning, a way to open up, she said. It was usually the only thing you'd be comfortable enough to speak about. She’d look way into the stories though, so you stopped. Especially after a suicidal main character got you put on 24-hour watch.
“Just practice.” you sighed, avoiding eye contact. “That one script I wrote a year ago is being filmed right now.”
“Which one?”
Here we go.
“The one about the cannibal luring in women through dating.”
Grace hums, nodding her head. Remembering the story you spoke about to her a while ago, she had read the first draft. “Is being deceived and tricked something you can relate to? Is cannibalism a metaphor for being eaten away by your feelings when you lived in LA?”
Told you.
You want to groan, scream and cry at her. Throwing your head back in annoyance and carding a hand through your hair with a heavy sigh.
“It's not that deep, Grace.” you say, “it's just about the horrors of modern dating as a woman.”
Sometimes you wanted to cry when she made these arbitrary assumptions just to tear you down into being a deeper person than you actually wore. It made you feel like a character of your trauma. Which your writing was the whole point, to make that not true.
Because you are not a character in your story. You never were.
“But do you feel that way? the way Miles treated you–”
“can we not—“ you let out a shaky breath, “I thought we agreed on Voldemort.”
That stupid fucking name. You hated when she called him by his name, it felt borderline criminal and it left a metallic taste in your mouth. Flinching at every stranger you met with a similar name.
Grace sighed for probably the millionth time. You didn't care that she sounded disappointed. “You cannot keep ignoring your past and live in denial and delusions. You have to learn to step out of that comfort zone and face it head-on.”
Denial, denial, denial. That word sure came up a lot.
“You are a writer.” she looked you dead in the eye. “Yet you claim not to be, despite that fact you continue to write scripts and let movies be made and go uncredited even after escaping miles. Living paycheck to paycheck from that small cafe.”
You feel small.
“You haven't even touched any of the money miles–”
“Okay, I get it, I get it.”
You wished she would stop talking sometimes. And sometimes you wished you didn't have to go to these stupid therapy sessions every week just so you could leave the state. Not be locked in a hospital and dancing around like a crazy person.
“I need to stop living in denial, I need to get out of my comfort zone. I get it, but stop lashing out at me.” you repeat her words. And you know she's not lashing out, she's doing her job and you shouldn't hate her for it. But you do.
Grace looks down at her notepad again and you swear to any gods above if she starts writing down some stupid observation you were going to–
Thump.
Your eyes watch as the throws the pad to the side and lean in closer to you, studying you. Okay, this is even worse.
“Where is this movie being filmed?”
Your eyebrow quirked up. “Canada, Toronto.”
“You.” she points her perfectly painted finger toward you. “Are going to take a vacation, go to set, hang out, help out. Maybe – and I highly recommend it – give some advice. And I know your director friends would be more than welcome to that idea.”
“I can’t take off work.” you sigh, frustrated. “And I don't have the money to get a ticket and stay that long.”
“Yes, you do.” she quips back.
Sometimes you also forget she has access to see your funds and other things. Another thing you could technically blame Voldemort from. If you're speaking about the domino effect, at least.
Hesitantly, and maybe just so you could leave, “i'll think about it. Okay?”
And you did, maybe you forced yourself to think about it in the begining. But somewhere along swallowing yourself on your couch, mindlessly serving coffee and sandwiches. Staring blankly at your books and scripts. You kept thinking about it, until you couldn’t stop. Then it bothered you.
Sometimes you go onto Hulu, prime, or wherever your movies ended up. It doesn’t matter, you don't have control over them, never have. And you'd look at the credits page for hours, quite literally losing yourself in time. You wondered if you'd ever be strong enough to try and change it, by the time you snap out of it, you come to the conclusion that you aren't. And even if you were, would you win? Highly doubtful.
Swallowing down your medication as you feel the upcoming panic. You don't have time to deal with this. You glance down at the orange bottle again. No– stop that. Idiot.
Glancing back to the semi-empty calendar nailed to the wall. Your fingers dance along the dates and you sigh. Tuesday is therapy, you close the shop on those days. Since you usually come back home in a daze and are completely unable to function normally. You hated that your trauma and illnesses had that much power over you. Made you feel weak.
It was February 14th. Your fingertip fell on the 3rd and found itself on the next page. Around the third week of March. That's how long they'd be filming. You didn't ask Mimi. She invited you down, you hate when your therapist is right. She said they'd have a party. They always have parties while filming.
You tried to convince yourself of an excuse to stay. The regulars would be mad when they find out the shops are closed for over a week. You'd miss your apartment, which was a ffat-out lie. You've been trying to convince yourself you'd like this place since you moved in. no way that is changing now. You have to do therapy on zoom, then Grace said you wouldn't need to speak to her on vacation. That made you want to go.
“Fuck!” you yelled, not sure why. But you did and slammed a hand on the counter out of pure frustration and defeat. You'd never have control over your thoughts anyways.
You went into your room to pack, cursing yourself the entire time. You were only destroying yourself by going. Scared someone would recognize you. Another lie, Mimi doesn't work with anyone he worked with. Fact.
Cursed yourself when you bought a ticket, made a sign that said closed until further notice, and texted Mimi your arrival time. Your hands shook when you went through TSA and tried to put your suitcase in storage. A nice husband of three helped you and you gave him a nervous smile. You took a Xanax and mellowed out until you landed.
You began to hate yourself when you checked into the hotel Mimi said to go to. Hated yourself as you got dressed and called a cab. Started to loathe yourself and contemplate going home on the ride back and your legs shook when you walked onto set.
And then something really weird happened. You saw Sebastian and you suddenly didn't and that made you hate yourself even more but in an entirely different way. Mimi was excited you came and Lauryn was shocked. You predicted their reactions and got them correct.
You met Daisy and didn't tell her who you were, she made a good noa. You didn't tell her that either, even though you felt like you should have. Sebastian looked excited, confused, and shocked you were here. All of those and also a little happy. You hoped he didn't know.
You were glad they didn’t get Chris Pine.
/
You lurked the entire day, not wanting to intrude on the creative proess. You knew how frustrating that could be. Mimi was a great director and you were happily watching her.
Sebastian. Oh, Sebastian. You spent an alarming amount of time staring at him instead of reading the book you bought. You thought about how he made you feel when you fell asleep on him, how you felt at ease sleeping in your apartment for the first time (and how you had a panic attack about it in the bathroom before he woke up), how you smiled more than you wished when he convinced you to dance to Lana and Faye Webster. And then you thought about avoiding him the same way you did when he came in the shop that second time.
Because he was a normal man that liked old films, the color pink and space. But to almost everyone else – he was Sebastian Stan.
And that's why you have to stay at arm's length.
But then he startled you with two cups of coffee in his hands, giving you one, and tucked in his armpit was the script. He sat next to you and asked about delivery and attitude, asked for advice and your thought process when you wrote this.
You mentioned it, but Lauryn must have said something.
“He’s lighthearted about it, he is sinister but if you take meaning away he's just goofy.” you explain, and he looked at you so intently and listened to you well, you thought about kissing him, but you knew it was just because he was giving you attention. “These are some scenes you don't want to take him so seriously.”
A part of you wanted to yell at him. Tell him you're not a writer, you didn't write this, why are you asking me? Go ask Lauryn. But that's just what you were used to. You've already crossed a weird unspoken line that both of you acted like it was nothing, because it was. You told yourself.
But you let it be and continued to answer his questions.
You didn’t know Sebastian kept lingering just to make you smile, and that he stayed even after he accomplished his goal.
/
After fleeing to your hotel room, you took a cold shower and cried. You weren't sure why.
You watched Once Upon a Time, “Hat Tricks.” you smiled watching that episode. You weren’t sure why, you didn't like it.
You started to wonder what fuck was wrong with you when you turned on the Covent and went to bed with your hand in your pants.
/
ding!
please don’t be Mimi asking to come back to set. please don’t be Mimi asking to come back to set. please don’t be Mimi asking to come back to set.
from Mimi Cave: the cast and crew are having drinks at 8, it’d be great if you came by.
For the past couple of days, you made brief appearances on set, and spent most of the time lingering around Toronto like a ghost. you went to see Tom and Jerry in theaters which was so far the highlight of the week. maybe besides talking to Sebastian but you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet.
you needed to socialize with people besides cafe workers. Speaking with people in the film industry was scary. Maybe this was for the better. You can imagine Grace speaking in your ear.
chewing on your cheek, you blink at the message and then another one pops up.
from Lauryn: i know mimi just texted you, but you don’t have to go if you're not comfortable.
from Lauryn: try to come later though. less people then, or tomorrow morning we can get brunch.
you sighed heavily. two sides of the same coin. One danced around you while the other was overbearing. It was a good balance but now it was just annoying. It was probably because Mimi came post-miles and Lauryn was there even before him. they both cared though.
to mimi: i’ll try to stop by! send me the address. thanks for the invite.
to lauryn: it’s fine, i need to get out. i’ll be there
setting your phone down before glancing at the time. It was 7 pm now. you had no rush to get there at 8, you didn’t want to get there then. If anything, you’d do what Lauryn suggested.
you stared at yourself in the mirror for a good 10 minutes before deciding to get ready. pulling yourself together and putting on a dress of sorts. it was red - staying on theme with the movies. you paced the hotel for a little, opened Instagram. your therapist told you to stop doing that. your fingers danced across the search bar in a trance, not even realizing he was on your mind.
[imsebastianstan]
clicking the follow button. maybe this was a bad idea—
imsebastianstan requested to follow you.
that was… quick. he should definitely be wrapping up filming and not on his phone, or social media.
Nonetheless, you clicked accept.
you had no post, no highlights. just a name and profile photo. it was from a party a long time ago, some
people are cropped out. but you already got a new message.
imsebastianstan: are you coming tonight?
fuck. now you can't back out. you typed quickly, told him you were. he offered to pick you up, what a gentleman. you declined. told him you already called an uber and Sebastian said to be safe. it made your chest weirdly warm.
the ride to the house was a more mellow version of the journey to Toronto and set for the first time. same feelings just less physical panicking. which was — better.
it was 9 when you got there. too early for your taste but you were already standing in front of the huge house, tall glass windows with warm lights and groups of people. too many people. and Mimi must have already seen you because she ran outside with Daisy close behind, cheeks already warm from the crisp cold.
“what are you waiting for? it’s cold, get inside!” she waved you over and you forced out a thin-lipped smile and entered the door, shrugging your coat off and putting it aside.
and you went through the motions of the party for the most part. Mimi introduced you, Lauryn looked surprised that you came so early. you gave her a reassuring nod and she went back to speaking with whoever. wondering if she went around telling them about your part in the script like you did Sebastian. you looked for Sebastian, he was flirting with some girl — you looked away pretty quickly and found a love chair to nurse a drink and people-watch.
and then time blurred, voices muffled and rang. the clicking of glasses and laughter played in the background like a television. you wondered why you even came.
“y/n?”
everything came back and Sebastian was standing in front of you. a somewhat worried face, you chose not to think about that too much.
“hey,” you replied plainly.
“Hey back.” Sebastian smiled and you caught your eyes lingering on his lips. He sat down next to you, thighs touching. like they did when he spent the night, should you mention that?
“Are you okay?” he asks and it genuinely takes you offguard. You begin to stare at him blankly, almost confused. You don't remember the last someone asked you that, and then you realize you don't even know the answer. It shocks you for a moment.
And there's something so raw about Sebastian that makes it so hard to cover it all up. Be fake. Lie. be happy, pretend. It scares you and you want him far away, but the feeling and warmth of his thigh lining against your envelopes you and makes you feel whole and secure.
“I’m here.” which isn't a lie, but it’s all you can think to say. “which is good enough.”
Sebastian glanced back to the small crowd. He smiles, but it feels forced. You know the look too well. “that you are.” is all he says for a moment, you just nod and tap a nail on your glass. “But, do you want to be?”
No, yes, I'm not sure, I should be, do you?
“I think so.” you settle on.
“You don't sound so sure.”
“Because I'm not.” you sigh.
Sebastian takes one more glance around, checking each and every person and to his surprise and delight – no one is looking at him. He smiles, it's genuine now and you can't begin to understand what he's thinking. It angers you.
A hand grasps around your drink, sets it down and finds its way back to your wrist. “Let's go somewhere else,” Sebastian says with a tease in your voice and he's already getting up, you follow him with no hesitation.
“Where?” you ask abruptly, but Sebastian is already pulling you into the front room. Slipping his shoes on.
“Which ones yours?” Sebastian completely ignores your question. Sights set on getting the hell out and looking through the coats. “This looks like something you'd wear.”
“What? No! I would never wear that.” you sound offended, defensive. and smacking his hand away from the ugly purple coat and go to find yours.
Sebastian just laughs and it catches you off guard because he sounds so perfect. and he’s looking at you, and you're still and scared. you grab the black trench coat and let him drag you out and away from the party.
because between unspoken glances of growing trust and laughter as he fumbles with the keys to the rental car. you think to follow him anywhere. and maybe it was simply to get away from that party and the intense stares toward the random, weird girl in the corner who looks one inconvenience away from shooting herself. or maybe it simply was just — him.
you decided not to think about it too much.
“Do you like musicals?” Sebastian asks unprompted. He looks giddy and has a haze in his eyes. you wondered briefly if he should be driving.
“I like some.”
The question of where he’s taking you is still heavy in your head but the question doesn't seem to leave your lips.
Sebastian tucks lips beneath his teeth to hold back a wild, mischievous grin threatening to grow. He turns up the radio aux and the all-too-familiar sound of Andrew Garfield breaks out. you laugh loudly and Sebastian should probably be watching the road right now, but he’s not.
“I like this movie,” you say, referring to tick-tick boom. before you can begin your unasked criticism of the movie. Sebastian breaks out in an aggressive song and it startles you.
“don’t panic! don’t jump ship! I can't fight it!” Sebastian is screaming at the top of his lungs, literally. He turns to you in the passenger and points at you with his nose scrunched. He looks quite cute. “ —like taxes!”
“oh my god.” you gawk. Sebastian doesn't stop his one-man performance and all you can do it stare in amusement and chuckle quietly to yourself.
he doesn’t stop— no, no, now he’s encouraging you. but you're shaking your head violently but the growing smile says something different and Sebastian knows it. “come on! please!”
you shake your head no again
Sebastian is making an exaggerated frown face and he looks ridiculous.
“If I sing, will you tell me where we are going!”
The car slows and he’s driving on a straight road with almost no other cars in sight. Sebastian leans into your space, you don’t lean away. looked you dead in the eye and nothing matters.
“If you sing, I will make the next three to four hours the best you’ve ever had,” Sebastian says sincerely and calmly. He's too serious to be joking now. you bite back a smile and his eyes go back to the round.
your hand goes to turn up the volume and… here goes nothing.
“Friends are getting fatter! the hair on your head is getting thinner! feel like a cleanup batter, on a team that ain’t a winner.” you sing-shout and Sebastian looks more than pleased.
“don’t freak out! don’t strike out! can't fight it, like city hall!” he sings the next verse.
and then you do, and then he does. and then Sebastian put on grease, you suggest heathers and you duo seventeen. Sebastian is still driving with a grin on his face and you feel lighter.
your face hurts when the car finally stops, you want to think it’s from singing. but Sebastian knows it’s because you were smiling the entire ride.
“are you going to tell me why we’re at a grocery store?” you ask, blinking at the 24-hour large convenience store.
“I didn’t want to say anything to Mimi, but her car-cuter boards were not doing it for me.'' Sebastian gets out of the door and slams it shut, it makes you flinch slightly. you hoped he doesn't notice, especially as you linger in the passenger seat. He does, he looks back through the windshield and his giddy smile fades.
Sebastian mouths ‘are you coming?’ and you wonder if you should pretend you couldn’t read lips but it would make no difference. exhale, you open up the door and find your place next to him as you walk through the sliding doors.
the bright fluorescent lights hurt your eyes when you walk in, especially the one above the bathroom that is flickering.
“what’s the weirdest food combo you enjoy?” Sebastian asks. his eyes glance around the store eagerly. you know the look, he looks satisfied when he realizes it’s almost empty, aside from the old lady in the fruits second. the teenage worker. and some woman with 5 pregnancy tests in her hands and one pack of mints.
truly the almost midnight shopping experience.
“weirdest? that I enjoy…” you hum, “cottage cheese and Fritos.”
“that so weak!” he teases and it almost tugs out a smile, matching the one on his that reached his eyes and made the blue look brighter. you turn away trying not to stare or drown in them.
“okay, uhhh… sanyang noodle sauce and watermelon.”
Sebastian hums for a moment, thinking. “that might sound good.” he nods, “what about strawberries and mayo?”
your eyebrows furrow, “that sounds like a pregnancy craving? Are you pregnant, Sebastian?”
he laughs and reaches his eyes once again and a weird sense of pride swells in your chest. Sebastian stops in front of the produce and grabs a small thing of strawberries.
“no, but I’m going to make you try it.” he says.
you let out a breathy laugh, a poor excuse for one anyways. Sebastian's eyes linger on your face, waiting for you to smile. you don’t.
“Is this what we are doing? getting weird food combos?”
“if you want to, get whatever — I’ll pay.”
“That's good enough for me.” and say and grab the cubed watermelon in front of you.
and then you separate for a brief period. Each strolling the aisle of the small store, the bright lights still bothered you. for a moment, you could hear Sebastian humming while he stood on the other side of the shelves. you got caught up in it and ended up staring at a bag of hot onion rings.
so much you didn’t realize Sebastian was now next to you.
“you gonna get those? or just stare at them?” he asked, surprising you. you blinked rapidly as you fell back to reality.
as awkward as ever, you faked a laugh and grabbed them. “I’m getting them,” you were glad you actually like these. “just thinking.”
Sebastian hummed. He knew the look of spacing off until you dissociated well. He chose not to tease you for it.
turning towards the man, Sebastian held an entire chocolate cheesecake and cotton candy grapes. In truth, Sebastian didn’t like cotton candy grapes. mostly grabbing them for shits and giggles, but the smile that grew on your face made him even happier for grabbing them.
you quickly bit back the smile, “those are my favorites.”
Sebastian could have guessed.
“So you're saying if a dashingly handsome man offered you cotton candy grapes, you’d end up like noa?” Sebastian teased.
“maybe, not sure if i’d ever date a doctor though.”
“interesting.”
you walked side by side, your steps were the only noise between you two as you headed for the register. self checkout. you offered to pay, because you’re nice. Sebastian refused and said it was payback for the free coffee.
maybe you shouldn’t be looking at him like you are now. eye focused as he casually wore a small smile, the snacks beeped as he scanned them.
It was so stupid, he was doing something so normal and casual. you barely knew him and you were looking at him with love-sick eyes. Because to you, he looked so good, doing something so normal and maybe you should sit down and really think about your next actions. but you don’t, and you continue to stare and Sebastian notices.
“let’s go-“ he looks up to you, stopping his words when he realizes you were already looking. you feel in a trance when he stares back, with the same feeling in his blue orbs. but you barely know him.
you both snap out of it and start to walk back to the car.
The cold Canadian air hits you, sending a breeze through your hair. Sebastian sees you through the corner of his eye, it makes him smile for some reason. He feels young, like a teenager gazing at a crush in the hallway.
“I wonder what would have happened if we met 10-20 years ago.” Sebastian laughs, such a random question to you.
you hum, “I don’t know.”
Sebastian stares at you from across the car, his fingers graze over the handle and you’re cold. but the door is locked. as serious as ever, like his words wouldn’t knock you to your feet, Sebastian says; “I’d probably ask you on a date, I was really cocky back then because of gossip girl.” he laughs.
you gulp, anxiously waiting for him to unlock the door so you could get in and escape his eye contact.
“And I would decline, because I’d be married to someone else.”
Sebastian’s face falls, only for a moment before he forces out a pursed smile. It doesn't look real and maybe Sebastian isn’t that good of an actor in real life. “and you’d be married. I didn’t know you were married.”
“I know. not anymore.” you say. not like you try to hide it from literally everyone you meet now. Sebastian doesn't know though: and it’s refreshing. but now he’s going to ask about it and you prepare for that speech.
Sebastian unlocks the door.
The ride is a lot more silent now, you enjoy it while it lasts and watch the orange dew when Sebastian drives through the tunnel. you forget to ask where you were going until Sebastian stopped in front of an empty park.
“a park? at night?”
“Absolutely.” he says and he looks so sure of himself, grabbing the bags of food and you can’t help but follow him. you don’t even think about it.
it’s unspoken, and a trust that you don’t recognize in yourself. but you silently follow Sebastian's actions, almost till their own and you two move with the same mind and ideas.
and Sebastian brought a blanket because he just so happened to have one in the car. it’s cold but neither of you care. Sebastian laying on his back with his chest rising slowly, your sit crisscrossed and started going through the bag of snacks as Sebastian switched from gazing at the stars and your stone-like features. you’re so beautiful and Sebastian is so smitten.
“okay,” he sits up abruptly, “mayo and strawberries time, come on.”
He had a Cheshire grin on his face as he shook the mayo bottle. you shake your head, “mhm, no. I hate mayo.”
“I’m serious, you have to try it.” he’s smilesto himself as he squeezes the mayo onto the strawberry and you visually recoil.
“no, absolutely not.” you continue to shake your head.
but Sebastian Stan is Sebastian Stan and he flashes that smile and the moons reflect off his eyes and he’s smiling at you. at you.
“one bite and you can ask me any questions you’d like.” he offers, “anything. no boundaries.”
interesting.
“and you have to try the watermelon.”
he smiles because he knows he’s won. “I'll eat the watermelon if I can ask you one big question.”
you know what the question is, but Sebastian is gazing into your eyes like nothing's wrong. no one has hurt you and you feel warm and young. his blue iris takes you over and it cleans your soul, and he is looking at you.
with a quick roll of the eyes, you agree and Sebastian shoves the berry in your mouth. and sometimes you wish you’d listen to your head more than your heart; especially now.
“ew!” you yell, it comes out muffled because Sebastian put the entire berry in your mouth unprompted, stem and all. you fold into yourself as you search for a napkin to spit it out. “I should have never listened to you! oh my god, that was horrible.”
Sebastian breaks out into laughter as he watches your face scrunch up in disgust, he hands you a napkin and you throw the mushy mayo-strawberry to the side.
“Man, I gotta think of a horrible question.” you snark.
“Try me.” he says, testing the waters.
this feels oddly like the first night he met, maybe he shouldn’t be letting you do this. Maybe he’ll say something wrong again. knowing himself, he probably will.
you can’t look at him, you plop down and stare at the stars and hope he follows. Sebastian does.
“Do you actually like being an actor?”
Sebastian’s quick and ready junket or movie premiere answer is on the tip of his tongue and then he realizes. It's an empty park, night and stars shining down on him and he’s alone. alone with you. you're beside him and he can feel your warmth. Sebastian had to think of a new answer, it puzzles him.
he fully thought you’d ask something embarrassing of him. like it’s not already on some podcast or interview. Sometimes he regrets when he says those vulnerable and knowing things about himself. It's like giving a piece of himself to the world. in exchange: he’s not sure.
“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.” he exhales and it’s the only thing he can think of. “recently though; I’ve been liking it a lot less.”
you hum, so he knows you’re listening and you understand and you urge him to keep going. because the weight in his words makes you feel like it’s been bottled up and he’s letting his thoughts out barely, one by one.
“You know, sometimes it just feels like I’m not me. like I'm made up of things people think of me, and it’s hard to differentiate from that.”
he sighs, his chest feels heavy. “i guess I’m just tired of people picking me apart.”
“amen.” you attempt to joke and it leaves Sebastian off guard. but it’s not bad, he chuckles under his breath and you have a small, tiny smile on your face.
It's silent for a while, but it's okay. It's comforting and domestic and it reminds you of the morning Sebastian slept over. But you also know what’s about to come and you decide to just accept it because Sebastian is already asking the question he did before.
“I’m taking my questions now,” he says. “be honest this time. the real you, what broke you?”
the real you. you would never understand, Sebastian Stan.
you decide to go slow, and asses if you’ve been deceived and are stomping on enemy territory.
“Do you know Mile Franco?” the words come out and you don’t recognize your own voice, you feel dirty and slimy.
Sebastian's confusion shows heavily on his face, even if you can’t see it - you hear it in his words.
“the director? yeah. I auditioned to be in like 3 of his movies.”
you barely realize the words leave your lips until the awkward and painful silence follows after, the words rush out so quick you maybe hope Sebastian doesn't understand you.
“he’s my ex-husband. and he’s stolen every single one of those movies from me.”
your mind flashes to the metal ring that you used to wear with pride. the days you were trapped in those multi-million dollar hollywood houses, for literally weeks. you thought you were being loved as you gave the man your scripts and story and directorial work and talent for free. in exchange for what?: a few suicide attempts, trust issues, a 10 million dollar settlement, and a stolen Oscar for director of the year as the one thing to say “fuck you” to him. even if he had endless awards that should have your name on the plate
“Oh.” is all Sebastian can say and your sure you’ve fucked up. and he’s a secret die hard fan of his and he’s fawned over miles at award shows you should've been to, but you always found out he got invited after the red carpet and it was too late. you watch him accept your awards on the television.
“I met him fresh into film school. I graduated high school early so I was only 17. I had nothing to my name at the time” you exhale a shaky breath. “we were married for 13 years, it took 2 hospital trips for me to leave him. I took him to court for the rights - lost - and got settlement money instead.”
Sebastian feels his mouth go dry when he listens to you. abruptly sitting up, making you flinch as he looks down at you. anger, confusion, disgust, nervousness: you couldn’t tell but his face flared up with emotions as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“so all of his movies… you wrote? like all of them?”
“yes.” it comes out strangled and more like a croak.
Sebastian is processing what that all means to you for, for the film industry and himself. He loved his movie and admired him. Sebastian can only think to joke about it and also make a pathetic, desperate attempt to make you feel better.
“That explains why his movies have been really bad recently.” he scoffs and you actually laugh. Sebastian wants you to feel better.
“I guess.” you sigh. sitting up next to him.
Sebastian always knows how to push everything slightly over the edge and despite how much he’s talking himself from doing that with you. mysterious, mysterious girl. He can’t help himself and he begins to tread in unfamiliar territory.
“you’re divorced, away from him. So why do you continue to write movies and go uncredited?”
you breathe in. ready to give your avoidance-type answer you’d give Grace or change the subject. but Sebastian's looking at you and he looks caring and trusting and he’s not your therapist. you wonder what is wrong with you and if you should run and hide that this will be another Miles.
“I feel like they have this idea that when someone goes through something like I did, they’re supposed to blossom and take control and gain that power back.” you sigh, the continuous trope you see in the media that tire your back: because it’s not you, and you feel like a fraud. “But that’s not me, because I got pushed into that comfortable zone of being in the shadows despite the fact it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I know nothing else.”
Sebastian doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what to say and for once — the silence makes you uncomfortable. a light-hearted scoff leaves you, “and the reasons you don’t want to be an actor are the reason I don’t want that fame.”
“makes sense.” Sebastian says. he knows deep down that despite the fire brewing in the bottom of his stomach that feels betrayed for you. He doesn't act, you wear your stubbornness on your shoulder and Sebastian knows that no amount of cotton candy grapes will make you have a sudden epiphany tonight.
but he also knows the pent-up emotions of being silenced and talked over, and giving up trying anything else.
“get up.” Sebastian speaks softly, your eyes glance at him.
“What?” The smile on Sebastian's face confused you more. slowly, you rose up and went straight next to him. short-lived when Sebastian grasps your hand and jerks you up an empty field around the park, stumbling over your feet as he guides you to the top of the hill.
“okay, and stand here.” Sebastian still hasn't answered your questions, you were sensing a pattern. but you obey and stand directly next to him. you stare down the hill, you feel taller.
“Sebastian? what are you doing?”
“do you trust me?” he asked plainly, a tease at the end of his words that caused your lip to quirk up slightly. it’s getting too easy for him to do this.
“I barely know you.”
“You know more than most.” Sebastian breathes out and quickly faces the sky again. “Now, breathe.”
you inhale slowly and exhale, your chest rises and you wonder why you trust him. you probably shouldn’t.
“scream,”
“what?”
“scream, scream as loud as you want, scream at the stars, scream at the clouds, scream at the world. just scream until you feel better.”
Sebastian finished and you look and see a solemn smile on his face. “You're crazy.”
“do it.”
you turn to the stars, keep your mouth shut. an invisible latch on it that’s stopped you from this for years - decades. You can’t help but wonder how often Sebastian does this and if his therapist told him to do this. Does he even go to therapy? probably not.
before you can even muster up anything to scream about, a deep and loud yell startles you. Sebastian begins screaming his head off and you're laughing suddenly, you don’t know why but you are.
“Come on.” he encourages, slightly disappointed that you didn’t join straight away. but Sebastian is good at pushing, and you need a lot of it.
“There's something about you, Sebastian Stan” you whisper enough for him to hear, it mixes in with the soft sounds of the wind.
“scream or I’ll cry myself to sleep.” Sebastian deadpans.
“This is manipulation.”
Sebastian just smiles and turns back around and screams, again. loud but you don’t flinch this time. playfully you roll your eyes, gulping down all your anxieties and you really hope the dam doesn't break fully and you end up crying. you scream, loud and shrill but Sebastian hears the pain in it and is proud you're letting at least a little bit of it out.
it died down and faded into belly laughter, Sebastian clutched his stomach and curled into himself. a wide Cheshire grin that matched yours now.
“I hope no one calls the cops on us,” he mentions through waves of laughter.
“Just name drop, we’ll be fine.” you wave him off and don’t notice that he’s staring at you with a glint in his eyes that are highlighted by the stars and moon. He looks gorgeous, only if you could see it. you’d know how love sick he was growing.
Sebastian's laughter subdued and he glanced from you and the large hill. an idea pops into his head and for a moment he wonders if he’s pushing too far, but it is forgotten when he goes to grab your hand.
“Now we roll!” he yells out, a childish grin on his face. you whip your head towards him and his hand that holds yours. he is so warm, you feel a sense of comfort in your chest.
“What?!”
and you’re rolling, Sebastian pulls you down and your face is met with wet grass. but you can’t help but just laugh some more when you find yourself at the bottom and in Sebastian’s arms. you're not bothered by the sudden closeness, you feel you should be.
“you’re a horrible influence, look at my hair!” you point out.
“Your hair looks great.” Sebastian says, one hand on your waist and the other patting any fly away or grass in your hair away.
his eyes glance to your lips, and you notice that. you feel your heart beating faster and you wonder if Sebastian can hear it too. with Sebastian so close, chest to chest, you're sure he can.
“you going to throw me off or…?” you gulp.
Sebastian just shakes his head, his iris glancing at every single detail of your face. “nope.”
“Oh.”
not to be cliche, but the world feels like it’s stopped. the quietest sound of Sebastian thumb grazing against your skin, the wind stops blowing through the grass and leaves and it’s just you and him.
“I hope I'm not misreading the situation…” Sebastian alludes, slowly closing the distance between you two.
“you’re not.” you breath out and barely a second later his lips are on yours.
it’s wrong, everything about this is wrong. you feel the rise of doom in your stomach. but he’s warm and soft against your lips and your heart says something different because it feels so right. he feels like the first drink on a night out, you know tomorrow will be hell but you couldn’t stop yourself because he feels so good.
Sebastian's tongue swipes across your lips and his hands grasp tighter on your hip and back. He flips you over gently, his knee is in between your thighs but it’s not sexual. He kisses you gently and fully, he doesn't tease and takes his time. you feel the grass beside your head and it pricks at your skin, but it doesn't bother you.
a small sound comes from each of your lips, a moan even. it’s not hungry or asking for more, you feel full and content. Sebastian isn’t looking for your body or making this kiss feel like some milestone to be advanced after.
but then he pulls back and you feel empty, it’s so confusing — you hate it.
“was that too much?” he asks, still so giddy and head high from having you against him.
“not at all. thank you.”
a moment of silence, it’s not uncomfortable or ungiving, but you pull away and Sebastian crawls off you. rising to his feet and lending you a hand. you check your phone, it’s late - way late.
“I think I should be getting back.” you sigh, this feels like the end of a movie. reality hits you tomorrow and you feel the high calm down, oh how will you replace it?
Sebastian looks a little disappointed, but he attempts a face for you to not see it. “Okay, I’ll drive you.”
He pulls you by the hand again and for the last time that night, you sit in his passenger seat and continue to listen to whatever’s on the radio. small and meaningless chatter, about movies and television. specifically horror for a while. Sebastian doesn’t like horror which shocks you. but he also makes fun of you for the fact your favorite movie is Rocky and mayday.
you watch him when he smiles and frowns or when he does that thing where he pokes his tongue on the side of his cheek, you deny to yourself that you think it’s hot. warm and orange lights from driving through a tunnel show on his face and your brain instantly thinks you want to make a movie with orange color grading, with Sebastian as the leading man. probably something depressing.
The thought of being in love with Sebastian plagues your mind for a moment, and you wonder if this is what it would feel like.
and you hate the feeling even more when he drops you off at the hotel and you're left alone again with nothing but your thoughts. you long to see him again and it scares you.
the orange bottle in your bag taunts you, you can’t help it. old habits die hard.
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Moodboard by @softhecreator
Mr. Chalamet
chapter six: i found you
AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue
All my work is 18+.
Said “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it’s worth, “I love you”, ain’t that the worst you ever heard? He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer
Summer—or at least not-quite-three- months they’d spent together in almost entirely uninterrupted bliss that she had come to think of as summer—came to a close at the end of August.
One afternoon, Lea was perched on the ledge of the hot tub, her legs over Tim’s shoulders as he ate her out. Their swimsuits had long since been abandoned in a wet heap nearby. 
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against her clit, “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she whined, rolling her hips mindlessly.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl.”
And then he was sucking her clit, and—
And she burst, moaning his name.
He didn’t give her any time to recover before he was pulling her back into the hot tub and into his lap.
“Want you to sit on it,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she gasped out, immediately lowering herself onto him, the water lapping at her breasts.
“Fuck, Lea,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the edge of the hot tub, his hair dripping onto the tile. “God, you’re so tight.” He squeezed her hips, encouraging her to rock back and forth, fucking herself on his cock. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
“Tim,” she moaned. “You fill me up so good.”
“So sexy,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her ass. “Fuckin’ hell, babydoll, I’ll never have enough of this pussy.”
“I’ll never have enough of you, either,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him, her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. “You feel so good, I feel—“
“What do you feel, angel?” he asked softly, cupping her cheek. “Tell me.”
“I feel so close to you,” Lea admitted.
He smiled against her lips. “You like being close to me?”
“I love being close to you,” she confessed.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She froze. “You— you what?”
“I’m in love with you, Lea.” He trailed a hand up her back, threading his fingers into her hair.
“You are?” She couldn’t believe her ears. He loved her? Why? How?
“You sound surprised,” he chuckled, peppering kisses over her jaw and down her neck. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”
“I didn’t think you were serious,” she squeaked out.
Tim pulled back slightly, frowning. “Of course I was serious. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” He paused, searching her face. “Is me loving you a bad thing?” Then, “Do you not love me back?”
She locked down, twisting her fingers behind his neck. “It’s… it’s not that,” she said softly. “I just don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?” he asked patiently, rubbing her back in a way she knew was intended to comfort her, ease her anxiety. 
“It doesn’t make any sense for you to, like…” She gulped. “To feel that way about me.”
“Why not, love?”
She shuddered in delight at him calling her that. “It just doesn’t. I dunno.”
He cupped her cheek then, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. When she was panting and desperate for him again, he pulled back and said, “Love doesn’t have to make sense. I found you, I love you, and I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.” He waited for her to respond, but all she seemed capable of was blinking at him wordlessly. “Now then,” he went on, “all that remains is if you love me, too.”
Lea buried her face in his neck. “Of course I love you, Tim,” she confessed. “I think I’ve loved you my whole life.”
“God, sweetheart,” he breathed, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close. “Can I keep you?”
“I’m yours,” she promised. “I’ll always be yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He fisted a hand in her hair. “Kiss me, love. Lemme feel your lips on mine. Please.”
Lea immediately righted herself and obeyed, pouring all the love and adoration she felt for him into the kiss. Her very soul belonged to him, and she wanted him to know it, to feel it.
He trailed his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts and moving down to grasp her hips. “Ride me, baby,” he encouraged. “Feel me.”
She leaned her forehead against his, pressing herself closer to him and rolling her hips. “I love you,” she told him again. Now that it was out in the open, now that he knew how she felt, it was pouring out of her like a fountain, and she felt like she couldn’t say it enough. “I love you so much.”
“You’d do anything for me?” he groaned against her lips. “Anything I asked of you, anything to please me?”
“Anything,” she agreed without hesitation, nodding vehemently. “God, just— as long as I can be with you, I don’t care about anything else. Just hold me, please. Love me back. That’s all I want.”
“I’ll hold you till the fuckin’ world ends,” he swore, kissing her desperately. “Till the sun explodes and the stars burn out. Even after that, I don’t think I could let you go. Not ever.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she rocked her hips harder. “I want that,” she breathed. “I want everything with you.”
“Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you have a baby with me?” When she froze again, he hastily added, “Not— not now, of course. Not for another few years at least. But… someday? Would you want to?”
It was weird being embarrassed when he was literally inside her, but she blushed anyway. “I’d have one with you now if I could.”
Tim smiled giddily. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “I love you, and I do… I want that with you.”
“I bet you’d look so fuckin’ sexy pregnant,” he practically growled. “Tits all swollen, my baby inside you ‘cause of how good I fucked you, filled you with my cum.” When she whimpered, he smirked. “You want that, sweetheart? You want me to get you pregnant, fuck you till I knock you up?”
“Yes, please,” she whined, rocking her hips back and forth. “I wanna— I wanna have your baby, want you to get me pregnant, I want it I want it want it—“
“Greedy little thing,” he chided. “Got you addicted to my cock, didn’t I? To the way I fuck you?”
“Mhm,” she gasped out. “Fuck, you’re so big, please don’t stop—“
“Take it,” he growled, driving up into her. “Take this fuckin’ dick, baby. Bounce on it, c’mon.”
She did so, obediently lifting herself off of him, water dripping down her breasts and splashing around them as she lowered herself back down. She repeated the motion, then again and again until she was fucking herself on his cock as hard and fast as she could. “God, Tim,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “More. Fuck me, fuck me, please—“
“Good girl,” he murmured, aiding her movements with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other, yanking it down towards him. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she moaned again.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, fisting a hand in his wet curls and holding him against her. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me like that, like that—“
“My dirty little slut,” he said against her skin. “Fucking herself on my cock, begging me for more.”
“Never get enough of you,” Lea admitted with a whine. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, babydoll,” he said darkly. “Perfect little pussy, so tight for me, pleasuring me whenever I want, letting me split you open on my dick whenever I want.”
She bounced faster, her walls clenching around him as if to pull him in deeper, impossibly deeper. God but he filled her up so perfectly.
“You wanna cum, love?” he asked, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. “You wanna cum all over my cock?”
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes—“ she chanted desperately. “Please Tim, please make me cum, I wanna feel it, wanna cum with you inside me, please—“
“Good girl, asking for what you want,” he praised, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. She moaned, leaning closer to him and switching to rocking her hips instead of bouncing on him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feels good, huh?”
“Uh huh,” she whined, her skin tingling as her orgasm neared. “‘m gonna cum, fuck, Tim, ‘m gonna cum—“
“Cum for me, Lea,” he encouraged. “Lemme have it. Sweet girl, I love you so much. Cum for me, darling.”
She came with a whine, her hips bucking against his.
“Good girl,” Tim praised quietly, pulling her in close. “Such a good girl for me.” With that, he lifted her up and lay her down on the edge of the hot top, standing up and slamming back into her.
“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting from the force of his thrusts.
“Wanna cum in you,” he panted, gripping her thighs and watching as her breasts bounced. “Fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”
“Yes,” she breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes and desperately wishing she wasn’t on birth control. “Give me your baby, Tim. Get me pregnant.”
“I will,” he swore, leaning down to cup her cheek and kiss her roughly, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Lea, I’m gonna cum.”
“Give it to me,” she pleaded. “Fill me with it.”
He groaned into her mouth, his thrusts deep and halting until they came to a stop. “I love you,” Tim said softly, peppering kisses on her face. “I love you so much, Lea.”
She giggled. “I love you, too.”
He pulled out of her and rolled over to his side, kissing her slowly. Lovingly. Trailing a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, he pushed his cum back into her. She whimpered softly against his mouth, lifting her hips and rolling them up against his hand.
“I want all this inside you,” he murmured, kissing her deeply. 
“Tim,” she gasped as he began to rub her clit. “God, that’s—“
And then his phone sounded from a nearby bench.
She jolted, startled, and he groaned in annoyance and stood up, strolling over to the bench and grabbing his phone. “Yeah? Oh, hey, sweetie. Okay, yeah, give me a second, I was, uh… I was in the pool. Yeah, I’ll see you in a sec.”
He put his phone back down and looked at Lea, panic in his eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the way his cum seeped out of her.
Suddenly, it clicked in her head. “Fuck,” she hissed, scrambling to her feet. “I— I forgot she was coming home today!”
“No, no,” he said hurriedly. “I did, too. She’s— she’s at the door, she doesn’t know you’re here—“
“It wouldn’t be any better if she did know I was here, there’s no reason for me to be here—“
“Well, okay, that’s not entirely true,” he corrected. Lea glared at him, and he went on, “Okay, look, it’ll be fine, let me just… put my trunks back on, you go through the kitchen door and up the secondary staircase.”
“How am I gonna get past Elle?” she asked frantically, already making her way up the stairs.
He yanked his swim trunks up over his hipbones. “Oh, fuck, uh… I’ll distract her, I’ll make sure she stays outside. As long as you stay away from the front door, she won’t see you. Count to sixty and then go inside. Text me when you get upstairs. I won’t see it, but I’ll feel my phone vibrate and I’ll know we’re safe. Okay?”
Lea nodded, and he took the stairs two at a time to reach her, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her.
“I love you,” he murmured against her lips.
“I love you, too,” she giggled blissfully.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Lea nodded, and he went inside.
She counted to sixty like he’d said, then she opened the door to the sunroom. Making her way down the hallway, she hastened towards the stairs, keeping an eye on Elle’s form, obscured through the windows of doors though it was. Running upstairs, she went into his bedroom and into the one place she knew Elle would never go: his closet.
She texted Tim, and within five minutes, she heard his bedroom door open. “Lea?” came his voice. “Baby, you in here?”
She knew he’d never call her that where Elle could hear, so she stuck her head out of his closet and looked down the hallway into his bedroom.
He heaved a sigh of relief, moving towards her swiftly and taking her in his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, that was scary,” he muttered into her hair. Lea nodded in agreement, and he sighed again. “She’s in the shower. I told her I was gonna get dressed and go grab milk and cigarettes, so I’ll be able to take you home if we leave now.”
Lea nodded, moving into the bathroom to grab them each a towel as he collected their clothes. She tossed him one of the towels, hastily drying herself off and squeezing her hair out. He did the same before throwing her her clothes. Tugging them on and glancing at Tim, she found him dressed, too, and he pulled her by the hand out to the car.
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“I gotta go,” she giggled as Tim kissed her neck in his car, which was parked outside her apartment building.
“No,” he grumbled, squeezing her ass. “Stay.”
“I can’t,” she insisted. “You’re supposed to be getting milk and cigarettes, remember?”
“Think I left some here,” Tim muttered. “Your roommate home?”
“She’s in North Carolina still,” she assured him, opening his car door and leading him upstairs to her apartment.
Before she knew it, he had her back pressed against the door as they kissed, her hands in his hair. “I want you again,” he said against her lips.
“You gotta go home, remember?”
“You’re my home,” Tim insisted.
“How ‘bout this,” she began. “What if I suck your dick?”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” he agreed without hesitation, pushing her down to her knees and hastily undoing his pants. 
She pulled him out of his boxers, gripping his length firmly in her hand. “You’re already hard,” she observed.
“Yeah,” he breathed, watching with hooded eyes as she began to stroke him. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and then he gripped the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Sorry, we don’t have a lot of time. Lemme just fuck your face really fast, okay?”
Lea hummed in contentment, relaxing her jaw and sucking in her cheeks.
He groaned again. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. Good little slut, sucking my dick so well.”
She moaned, pulling her dress up around her hips and rubbing her clit over her panties.
“God, Lea,” he breathed, “are you touching yourself right now?”
“Mhm,” she hummed around his length.
“Fuck,” he grunted, fucking her mouth harder. “Sucking my cock makes your little pussy wet, huh? Makes you wanna cum?”
She ran her free hand up his thighs and over his hipbones, humming again in confirmation. She loved sucking his dick. He was so sexy when she did it.
“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Rub your clit for me. Wanna watch you cum with those pretty lips around my dick.”
She moaned, rolling her hips against her hand. By this point, Tim had nearly three months of experience making her cum, so he knew her tells.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he rasped.
She hummed in confirmation, sucking him as he kept thrusting.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “So sexy when you cum, so pretty with your lips around my cock. C’mon, Lea. Cum for me.” She couldn’t help but obey, moaning through her orgasm. Apparently, the moans were enough to push him over the edge, too, because he groaned, “Fuck, Lea, that’s it, baby, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, angel, I’m gonna—“ He cut himself off with a final moan of her name and flooded her mouth. 
She swallowed, wincing slightly at the bitter taste and pulling back from him. “Better?” she asked, looking up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
He grabbed her and pulled her up wordlessly, crashing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. She returned it eagerly, smiling against his mouth.
He pulled back after a long moment, cupping her cheeks and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you, Lea,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
She smiled. “I love you, too.” He was kissing her, and then she remembered something. “Don’t forget the milk and cigarettes!”
“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face in her hair, which was still damp from the hot tub. “Any chance you’ve got an unopened gallon here?”
She snorted. “Probably not, and definitely not the kind you buy. It’s cheap shit.”
He pulled back, frowning slightly. “I really need to set you up with an allowance.”
Lea blinked at him. “A what now?”
“An allowance,” he repeated. “Y’know, money you can spend.”
“I understand the concept of an allowance, Tim,” she told him. “I just don’t understand why you would give me one.”
“So you don’t have to ask me for money, of course,” he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve basically been living with me these past couple months and I’ve taken you shopping so many times that I guess I forgot. Sorry about that. But yeah, it’ll just let you buy things you want—or need, like groceries and food and lingerie—without consulting me first.”
She furrowed her brow. “Lingerie? What—?”
He shrugged. “It’s a need, don’t worry about it.”
She shook her head to clear her muddled thoughts. “Okay, but… but why does this sound like I’m your sugar baby or something?”
He stared down at her for a moment. “Well… aren’t you?”
“It’s not, like, transactional,” she squeaked. “I love you for you, Tim, not the stuff you give me.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said cheerfully. “But I can give you whatever you want, so why wouldn’t I?” She tensed, and he cupped her cheek and added, “Look, we don’t have to call it that if you don’t want to. More than anything else, you’re my girlfriend, and I love you. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”
She leaned into his touch. “Just… just as long as you know I’d love you no matter what.”
Tim smiled. “Yeah, I know.” With that, he leaned down to kiss her. 
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“What the hell is this?” Lea squeaked out.
“Well, it’s our house, sweetheart,” Tim explained patiently. “It’s in your name, too. See?” He pointed to a piece of paper, and she looked at it in disbelief. Then back at him, then at the piece of paper, and then back at him again.
“What the fuck, Tim?”
“I told you I was gonna get you a house,” he said, frowning. “You said you liked this one when I brought you here, even!”
“Yeah, of course I…” She took a deep breath. “I mean, it’s gorgeous, obviously, I just… I thought you were exaggerating.”
He shook his head. “No, of course not.”
She stared at him. 
He stared back.
Finally, she sighed and shrugged. “Alright then. I guess I have a house now.”
Tim brightened, leaning over to kiss her. “We can be together in peace here,” he explained happily. “We don’t have to hide. Just like the past few months.”
Lea warmed at that, leaning into him. “Good. I love being with you.”
“I love you,” he countered.
“I love you, too.”
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“What do you mean you’re moving out?” Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school and, up until this exact moment, her roommate—asked in a voice that indicated she did not believe Lea in the slightest. 
“Exactly what I said,” Lea explained patiently, checking her phone to see if the movers Tim had hired would be arriving soon. 
Sam sighed, finally looking up from her phone. “Okay, let’s pretend for a second that you could actually afford to move. You haven’t even packed. You don’t have a place to go. Also, can we talk about how, like, hurtful it is for you to just move out suddenly, and totally break your lease and leave it all on me? That’s so shitty, dude, come on—“
“Oh god, no,” Lea interjected. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about how it might look, shit. Okay, lemme explain. So I’m not gonna stop paying my half of rent and utilities. It’ll still get paid. Don’t worry about that. You’ll just… have the whole place to yourself. And I’m not leaving ‘cause I don’t love you, you know that I do. You’re, like, an honorary Blanchard. And you can stay at my new place with me whenever you want, obviously, and—“
“Okay, back up,” Sam cut her off. “You’re gonna move out of here—without packing, apparently—and into a new apartment, but keep paying rent here on top of your new place?” Sam looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I know your mom is covering housing while you’re in school, but there’s no way in hell she can afford another New York apartment on top of this one.”
Lea fidgeted awkwardly. She hadn’t told Sam about Tim yet. She’d meant to, and Tim had even said it was okay, but…
She was scared, alright? 
But she couldn’t get around it anymore. Not without looking like a shitty friend.
Sitting next to Sam on the couch they’d found on the side of the road, Lea took a deep breath and said, “Okay, so I haven’t exactly… told you everything.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Sam observed, flicking her silky black hair over her shoulder.
“So… I met someone.” 
Sam blinked at her. “You met someone?” When Lea nodded, Sam said, “You, Miss ‘I don’t even want a hot boy to look at me’, met someone?”
“I mean, it was an accident, okay?” Lea buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. “To be honest, I… I’m in love with him.”
“And you didn’t tell me?!” Sam demanded shrilly.
“I knew you’d freak out!” Lea whined, looking up at her indignant friend.
Sam rolled her eyes. “Who is this guy, anyway? Anybody I know?”
Lea winced. “Well… yes and no, actually.”
“What do you mean?”
Lea tugged anxiously on a curl. “He’s… he’s kinda famous…”
“What, like TikTok or something?”
Lea shook her head. “No, um…”
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Sam bounced up to open it before Lea could, asking, “Yes?”
“Is this the residence of Lea Blanchard?” a male voice asked. 
“Uh…” Sam trailed off hesitantly, unsure of if to give her friend’s location away to a strange man or not.
From the living room, Lea called out, “Yes, that’s me!”
Sam slowly stepped aside (which, because of the incredibly narrow hallway, required her to step into her bedroom), and several men and a couple of women filed in, all in matching uniforms.
“You’re Miss Blanchard?”
Lea nodded, and the man walked over, holding out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Aaron, an associate of Mr. Chalamet.”
Lea nodded, shaking his hand. “Tim told me about you, yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You as well, ma’am. He said to help with packing and unpacking as well as moving in and out,” Aaron explained before gesturing to the group of people behind him. “This is my team. I handpicked them myself for both your and Mr. Chalamet’s privacy. Everyone here has signed NDAs. Then he turned to Sam, who was staring at the group, mouth agape. “And you must be Miss Blanchard’s roommate.” He shook Sam’s hand, too, smiling politely.
“N— nice to meet you,” Sam stuttered out.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Blanchard,” Aaron assured Lea. “We’ll start on your bedroom. Are you keeping the furniture?”
Lea shook her head. “If… if Sam wants it, she can have it…”
It took a few seconds for her words to register with her friend. “Oh! Uh… yeah, it might draw a new roommate in, so…”
“Excellent idea, Miss Sam,” Aaron agreed before turning back to Lea. “Is there anything in the living spaces that you would like to take with you?”
Lea shook her head again. “Tim’s got all that fancy stuff, so.” She laughed a bit.
Aaron smiled. “Mr. Chalamet does like high-end things, doesn’t he?” Then he faced his team. “Just the bedroom, then. No furniture. Go get the boxes. Rosa, Caroline, you handle Miss Blanchard’s clothes.”
The two women nodded before following the men out the door. Aaron trailed behind them, smiling at Lea and Sam. “We’ll be right back.”
Lea nodded, and once the door had shut behind the group, Sam turned towards her slowly, looking at her like she was a ghost. 
“Mr. Chalamet?” her friend practically hissed. “Tim?”
“Uh… yeah,” Lea admitted awkwardly. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” She grabbed her phone off the arm of the couch and opened the tagged photos her finsta. “Here, look.” She handed her phone to Sam, who scrolled through. The pictures Tim had tagged her in countless pictures he’d taken of her with captions like So anyway objectively speaking I have the most attractive girlfriend in the history of the universe (she was sitting on a set of stairs and smiling at him), *grabby hands* (she was getting out of the pool in a bikini, her cleavage clearly in frame), Look at how she’s looking at me (she was looking at him with obvious love in her eyes), and then a bunch of pictures of them together— one of just their hands, a few of them on dates, and a fair amount of them kissing. There was one from a few days ago where he had taken a picture of himself laying with her; she was still asleep, her head on his bare chest, and he was gazing down at her, adoration evident on his face. The caption was I’m so fucking in love with you it’s legitimately embarrassing.
Sam looked up at her slowly, her mouth hanging open again. “These… these aren’t photoshopped,” she observed.
“No, they’re not,” Lea confirmed.
“You’re actually with the Timothée Chalamet?” Sam pressed. “He— he said he’s in love with you, for fuck’s sake!”
“That’s… a recent development,” Lea admitted. “Or at least, he only told me last week.”
“And you love him, too?”
Lea snorted lightly. “Of course I do. How could I not?”
“Your back here,” Sam said, pointed at the screen of Lea’s phone. “It’s bare. You’re laying on his equally bare chest. In a bed.” Lea said nothing. “Have you slept with him?”
Lea looked at her feet, nodding. “Yeah.”
“How long has this been going on?” Sam demanded. 
“Since the beginning of the summer.”
“Fucking hell, dude.” Sam raked a hand through her hair. “He’s sixteen years older than us! He’s married! We— we’re friends with his kid! She goes to our school, for god’s sake!”
“I know,” Lea said softly. “I love him anyway.”
“Fuck,” Sam sighed. “He’s cheating on his wife with you!”
“Well…” Lea hesitated, “Lourdes and him have an… agreement. They’re not really involved with each other. They haven’t been in a long time.”
“What, like an open marriage or something?” Sam scoffed.
Lea shook her head. “No, not exactly. They’re not into each other at all. It’s an act they put on for Elle.”
“Fuck,” Sam repeated.
“You can’t tell anybody,” Lea said urgently. “You can’t.”
“No shit, dude. That’s where you’re moving to, huh? You’re moving in with him?” When Lea nodded, Sam asked, “How will Elle be kept in the dark still or you’re literally living together?”
Lea shook her head. “He has more than one house. He gave me one.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. “He gave you a house.” Lea nodded. “He gave you a house?”
“He said it was a gift,” Lea told her friend. “He gives me a lot of gifts. And money, more recently. Said I deserved an allowance.”
“You’re his fucking sugar baby,” Sam realized.
“In a way,” Lea admitted. “But the difference is we’re actually in love. I want to be with him.”
“He makes you happy?” Sam clarified. 
Lea nodded. “I’ve never been this happy.”
The door opened again at that moment. Sam leaned forward and whispered urgently, “You’re telling me everything. Especially about the sex, you got that?”
Lea flushed, nodding, and then the move began.
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Elle turned eighteen on the first Tuesday in September. Her birthday party consisted of Lea, her older sister, Lina (whom Elle had taken a shining to), and Elle’s whole host of friends from school and the famous kids she’d met through Tim.
Lea had stolen away to the pantry, giggling with delight when Tim followed after her. She pulled him inside by the hand, and he shut the door and kissed her hungrily.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against her lips.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” she told him, grinning.
He smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kiss you if you let me, sweetheart.”
“We can’t,” she said regretfully. “We’ve gotta…” He started sucking on her neck and palming her ass through her Matoshi skirt, and she inhaled sharply. “We’ve gotta get back to the party.”
He pushed her up against a wall of dry ingredients, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her like he’d die if he stopped. “Can I fuck you in here first?”
“No, you may not,” came her older sister’s voice from the pantry door. Lea froze in horror, and Tim released a mildly irritated sigh.
Pulling back from his mortified girlfriend, Tim turned towards Lina. “Suppose you should come in so we can discuss this.”
Lina wordlessly stepped through the narrow pantry door, shutting it behind her. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed, and she never took them off Tim. “Explain.”
“Well, so, actually—“ Lea fumbled. 
Lina held up a hand without so much as glancing at her sister. “You,” she said, pointing at Tim. “Explain.”
With absolutely zero shame, Tim declared, “I’m in love with her.”
Lina raised her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed. “And how do your wife and daughter feel about that?”
“Lola doesn’t object to my relationships,” he explained delicately, “and Elle isn’t aware of them. That’s something we agreed on as her parents a long time ago.”
“So you, a forty-year-old man, thought it was acceptable—“
“I’m thirty-six,” Tim muttered, almost to himself. Lea couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. 
Lina, however, either had not heard him or didn’t care to acknowledge that she had. “—To seduce my twenty-year-old sister and convince her to give up her rather ridiculous vow of abstinence and lose her virginity to you? Do I have that right?”
Unable to keep her objections in anymore, Lea cut in with, “No, Lina, not at all.” She took a step towards her sister—the girl who’d always helped her up when she scraped her knee, who had held her through anxiety attacks and used to sing to her to distract her from her mother’s PTSD episodes—and looked her firmly in the eye. “I fell for Tim last year, and I tried to keep it in, but I felt too strongly for him to be able to stop myself.”
Lina examined her features closely. “That doesn’t explain why he thought it would be okay to get involved with a girl half his age.” She flicked her gaze back at Tim accusingly.
“I’m not half his age,” Lea corrected. “I’m only sixteen years younger than him.”
“Only?” Lina scoffed. “Dude, his daughter is the same age as our baby sister.”
Lea squared her shoulders. “I don’t care. I love him.”
Lina glared fiercely at Tim over her sister’s shoulder. “You,” she snapped as if she weren’t currently in his house, “out.”
“Yep,” he agreed easily, passing them in the (relatively) small space of the pantry and giving Lea’s hand a brief but comforting squeeze as he did.
Once the door was closed behind them again, Lina’s gaze turned back onto Lea, concern finally bleeding through into her expression. “Lea,” she began urgently, taking her sister’s hands in hers, “I know you— I know you’ve had nicer things lately. He’s given them to you, right? Do you not have enough money? Is that it?”
“I don’t care about his money,” Lea said quietly.
Before she continue, however, Lina went on, “He’s not blackmailing you, is he?”
Aghast, Lea said, “No! Of course not!”
“Is he hurting you, then?”
Lea shook her head firmly. “No! I just love him!”
Lina took a step back, letting their hands fall. “You meant that?”
“Of course I did!” Lea emphasized. “I’m crazy about him. I… I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.”
“I don’t understand,” Lina confessed. “You… you spent so long wanting nothing to do with boys—at least, not real ones—and now you’re suddenly ready to get married?”
Lea shook her head. “I’m not getting married now.” A pause, and then she grumbled, “I can’t, obviously, he’s already married.”
“It’s a complicated situation, I’ve gathered that,” Lina admitted, “but what really gets me is how you went from insisting you’d never fall in love, that that kind of vulnerability was a death sentence, to letting a man twenty years your senior put bruises all over your neck!”
“It’s sixteen years,” Lea corrected again.
“Whatever,” Lina groaned. 
After a moment, Lea sighed. “I guess… I guess my love for him is just stronger than my fear of getting hurt.” A beat of silence, and then she added, “And honestly, I’m not scared of him hurting me. I don’t think he will. I feel safe with him.”
Lina stared at her for a minute. “You really do love him, don’t you?”
Lea nodded. 
“And he treats you well? He makes you happy?”
Lea looked at her feet, smiling shyly. “Sometimes, when he looks at me or touches me or kisses me or says my name, I feel like my blood has been replaced with helium and I’m going to float away.”
“That’s disgustingly sappy,” Lina remarked, grimacing. “Ugh. I hear enough of this hetero shit from Ari, now I gotta hear it from you, too?”
Lea giggled. “I won’t tell you if you don’t wanna hear.”
“I want you to be happy,” her sister assured her, “it’s just gross to think about.”
When Lina reached for the doorknob, Lea said, “Wait— you know you can’t, like—“
“Can’t tell anyone, especially Elle,” Lina said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, duh. I’m not an idiot, c’mon. Give me a little credit.”
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That night, Lea, Lina, Elle, Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school as well as her roommate—and all of Elle’s friends—the ones who lived in New York, anyway—were all sitting in their pajamas in front of the screen in the home theater, the credits of Elle’s chosen movie paused behind them.
Elle was eating a bag of Twizzlers, looking around the circle of girls for a victim. Unfortunately, her discerning gaze landed on Lea.
“So,” Elle said slowly, “who is he?”
“Who’s who?” Lea asked with an awkward, forced laugh.
Elle took a bite of her Twizzler. “The guy who’s been turning your neck blue and purple and giving you designer shit.”
“Oh… uh…” Lea gulped, all eyes on her. Sam and Lina looked legitimately nervous.
“C’mon, Lea,” Elle sighed, standing with the rest of the group and moving towards the exit of the theater. “You’re literally wearing Agent Provocateur pajamas. That set you’re wearing? Yeah, it costs fifteen thousand dollars, and it doesn’t come as tailored as that clearly is, which means it’s custom made. Only someone with a lot of clout could convince their designers to do something bespoke. So not only can whoever this guy is afford to shell out a wad of cash on a single set of pajamas, he has enough money and influence to convince them to custom make something for you.” Elle paused. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your Cartier and Bulgari and Harry Winston shit, either. That’s all high jewelry, y’know. Hundreds of thousands of dollars apiece, if not millions. I can only assume this dude is your sugar daddy, and he is taking the role hella seriously.”
Lea flushed but didn’t respond. 
“So,” Elle went on expectantly, “who is he?”
“Um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “I can’t say. He’s very private.”
“Dude,” Elle scoffed, “I’m literally the kid of a two celebrities and the granddaughter of the queen of pop. You cannot possibly shock me.”
I seriously doubt that, Lea thought.
“But,” Elle went on, “I’ll let it slide under one condition.”
“What’s that?” Lea asked, falling into step with her friend, Sam and Lina joining them as the other girls trailed after them, making their way to the spiral staircase.
“You tell me how hot he is, how big his dick is, and if he’s good in bed.”
“Oh!” Lea squeaked, pausing at the foot of the stairs. The group of girls went up, all save for Lea and Elle. 
Before Lea could say anything, however, the man himself bounded over to them. “Hey girls,” he said cheerfully. “What’s goin’ on? You guys need anything?”
He glanced at Lea briefly, but the flash of heat in his eyes made her blush.
“Lea,” Elle began accusatorily, “has found herself a sugar daddy.”
“Is that so?” Tim asked, trying to hide a smirk.
“Uh huh,” Elle confirmed. “And she won’t tell me who, even though it’s literally my birthday.”
“Technically,” Tim cut in, “it’s not your birthday anymore.” He held up his phone, showing that it was well past one in the morning.
Elle waved him off dismissively. “It’s my birthday party, so it’s my birthday.”
Tim met Lea’s eyes, that small smirk still playing on his lips. “Does he treat you well?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“Good.”
As the pair made their way up to the bedrooms, Elle excitedly said, “So! My questions. I demand answers!”
“What— what were they again?” Lea asked, dazed.
“Let’s start with how old he is, how hot he is, what he looks like.”
“Oh, um…” Lea gulped. “He’s in his mid-thirties,” she began awkwardly. “Tall and skinny. A bit muscular, but not much. He, uh… he has brown hair.”
“He’s skinny?” Elle grimaced. “Really?”
Lea nodded.
“Why would you go for a skinny guy?”
“I don’t like big muscles,” she said softly.
“Weirdo,” Elle giggled. “Okay! How big is his dick, then?”
“I can’t tell you that!” Lea gasped. “You’re too young!”
“Bitch, listen,” Elle teased, “I’m eighteen now. Spill it.”
“Uh… I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it’s big.”
“Nice,” Elle smirked. “He any good?”
“Again,” Lea squeaked, “I don’t have anything to compare him to, but I think so, yeah.”
“And he clearly treats you like a princess,” Elle observed with a giggle. “You’re happy with him?”
Lea nodded slightly. “Yeah.”
“That’s what’s most important, then.”
Lea forced a smile, ignoring the guilt swirling in her abdomen. “Yeah.”
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A few weeks later, the three of them were watching a movie.
“I’ll go get some snacks,” Lea decided suddenly.
Tim immediately popped up beside her. “I’ll help,” he volunteered.
“I’m not pausing it,” Elle warned, eyes on the screen.
“Kay,” Lea agreed easily, following Tim to the downstairs kitchen.
Before she knew it, they were kissing hungrily, her hands in his hair and the kitchen counter digging into her back. 
“Want you,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. “Want your pussy now.”
“Later,” Lea promised breathlessly. “Once she goes to bed.”
“How am I gonna wait that long when you’re this fuckin’ sexy?” he growled.
They were desperately making out when they heard footsteps.
Freezing momentarily before jumping away from each other, it was only a few seconds before Elle strolled in, looking mildly annoyed.
“Hurry the hell up,” she demanded before strolling back out.
Lea sighed, burying her face in her hands. 
Tim raked a hand through his curls. “That was close.”
Lea nodded dazedly.
Too close.
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