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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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*nervous laughter* I read spanking and I read SNL devil from weekend update and ma'am I'm going to need you to combine those thoughts and elaborate for the class please and thank you 😈

AN: oops a passing suggestion in response to this ask turned into a smutfest who would have guessed (Everyone. Everyone would have guessed). Note: I don't actually know if you can watch SNL on airplane live TV so suspend your disbelief plz and thanks. Appreciate the patience and also everyone who played the WIP game it made this so fun!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: RPF, AFAB!reader, One-Shot, Smut, Porn with barely any plot, roleplay, spanking, General sexy things

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You tried your damndest to make it to 30 Rock to watch Jason host SNL, but after hours of flight delays, you knew it just wasn’t going to happen. You shed a few tears in the airport bathroom, but pulled yourself together, not wanting to be a burden on his big day. You knew how excited he was to be back on that stage, and you wanted to be there to support him however you could.

You both knew that you making it in time for filming was going to be a long shot to begin with—getting away from work was a challenge and it was a long flight. When you told him you had to try anyway as you purchased a ticket, he just smiled at you.

“You can support me from anywhere, baby, it’s okay.”

“I know, I know, but look, the flight isn’t even that expensive and I’ll get there with 2 hours to spare.”

Except with all the bad weather and cancellations you’d actually be getting there an hour after wrap. You were devastated as you sent him the message.

Y/N: Long delay and bad weather. About to board flight #2. I can make it to the wrap party if I go straight from the airport, I’m sorry baby!

Jason: Hey, it’s okay! Maybe you can watch it on live TV on the flight :)

Y/N: Of course I will!

Jason: One last dress rehearsal…

The last message Jason sent came with a picture of him in his Weekend Update devil outfit and he looked…good enough to eat. Red button-down shirt, tie, vest, and cape complete with horns and a pitchfork. The expression on his face was tired but happy, his hair a little messy since it was just rehearsal and you wanted to run your fingers through it. You wanted to grab him by his dumb little devil vest and kiss him senseless. You wanted him to fuck you with the horns still on.

You shifted in the uncomfortable airport chair, already feeling the heat between your thighs, and looked over your shoulder as if someone was going to catch you looking at porn instead of a very safe-for-work picture of your boyfriend. In fact, he was wearing MORE clothes than usual and he was hotter than ever.

Y/N: Fuck me.

Y/N: I can’t believe I’m missing Weekend Update Devil live!!

Y/N: That’s my favorite character of yours because you’re so fucking sexy in that outfit

Y/N: Oh boy would I like to

Jason: REALLY?

Jason: The Devil huh? Have you been…sinning lately?

You shifted again. Based on the way this conversation was headed, this was about to be a rather sticky and uncomfortable flight for you and you could already feel that itch of arousal within you begging for your attention.

Jason: Tell you what? How about I leave the wrap party a little early…and I’ll keep the costume on

Y/N: Dost thou tempt me, Devil?

Jason sent another picture. This time the tie was gone, the shirt was unbuttoned enough to see his chest hair, and the smile on his face was downright devilish. You groaned both at the picture and at the sound of you being called to board, and it took you a minute to get settled before you could reply.

Jason: Uh oh, what are you thinking right now?

Y/N: Currently? If I would I go to hell for masturbating in the plane bathroom

You chuckled, trying to think of something sexy to keep up the roleplay. It was easier when he was in front of you, but you knew he’d always be better at it considering the whole improv thing. It took you so long that by the time you hit send, you simultaneously received another message from him.

Jason: If you do, I’ll meet you there

Jason: I do run the place after all ;)

Jason had never spanked you before. The two of you had certainly explored some things, but that was one that you hadn’t broached with him yet. You cringed knowing there was no way he saw the message before he turned his phone off. Now you had to sit through the rest of the flight with damp panties, wondering when he would see it, how he’d react, and what the hell you’d be walking into once you got to the hotel. You listened to music to kill some time and try to calm your raging arousal, and then when it was on, you thanked your lucky stars and whoever the hell created the internet that you could watch SNL live from an airplane.

Y/N: And what would my punishment be, Mr. Prince of Darkness? At least a few lashings I hope?

Jason: Turning my phone off for the show, see you after <3

And then you saw the Parent-Teacher Conference.

Jason had told you he was kissing someone in a skit, but what you were looking at felt like softcore porn. You don’t even remember any jokes, just Jason’s lightly domineering tone and the way he dragged Ego Nwodim’s body toward him on the desk. You weren’t jealous at all. You were so turned on your whole body was pulsing with it, radiating out from your clit that was begging to be touched. You didn’t even realize until the commercial break that you were biting your lip so hard you could taste blood—it was a good thing though because if you weren’t you might have audibly moaned and how embarrassing would that have been?

You texted Jason in a stream of consciousness. You knew he couldn’t answer and that was part of the fun, but also this erotic energy had to go somewhere or you might really have to take it to the bathroom.

You locked your phone when the episode ended and stared out the window as if you could will the plan to get to Jason faster with erotic thoughts alone. You don’t know when you nodded off, but you woke up at the pilot’s announcement to buckle up for landing and a text from Jason:

Y/N: The Parent Teacher Conference ruined my life. I’m going to owe the airline money for ruining this seat.

YN: You’re so hot I can’t stand it. That was porn, Jason.

Y/N: Do you want to film a sex tape? No scratch that, you’re a celebrity that’s a terrible fucking idea

Y/N: …but do you?

Y/N: I’ll write I’ve been bad anywhere you want.

Y/N: Still keep the devil outfit on though

Y/N: Fuck I need you so badly Jason

Y/N: I am, and I cannot stress this enough, unbearably horny

Jason: I will leave this wrap party the minute you land. Gonna have to teach you a thing or two about making deals with the devil.

Y/N: Yes sir.

Jason: And you better not lay a finger on yourself before we see each other.

You shivered with anticipation and didn’t think twice about being the asshole that grabbed their carry-on and rushed down the aisle before anyone else. When anyone gave you a dirty look you just murmured, "connection," and in no time you were out of the airport and hailing a cab. If you adjusted how you sat specifically so the seam of your jeans pressed against you at every bump in the road and hard stop, well that was no one’s business but your own—and not technically against the rules. You arrived at Jason’s hotel, craving his touch like your body was on fire and he was cool water. You grabbed the key he left you at the front desk and when you let yourself into the room he was already there, reclining against the headboard with a glass of whiskey in one hand, in his devil outfit as promised.

You were already so worked up that just looking at him made you clench against nothing, and when you spoke you were surprised at how breathy you sounded.

“Hi, baby.”

Jason tilted his head at you but didn’t speak, a small smirk on his face. You set your bag on a chair near the door and moved to the side of the bed to lean down and kiss him, but he gently intercepted your face with a hand just under your jaw and your mouth fell open with a gasp. So that’s how we’re playing this, you thought gleefully. This close you could see he was clearly as affected as you were, his pants tight across the crotch, and you were more than a little pleased.

“Color?” It was the first word he’d spoken and his voice had a rasp to it from the show and talking loudly at the after-party you were sure.

“Green.”

“Good girl,” his hand was still holding your face as you leaned back away from him, but you shook your head no anyway.

“No? No. That’s right. Bad girl. You’ve been a’flirtin’ with the devil, hm?”

“Yes,” you responded, a near hiss. Both of you were still fully clothed and yet you felt seconds away from tipping over into ecstasy. Jason released his hand on your face and downed the rest of his drink before standing. You didn’t step back, so the two of you ended up so close his chest brushed against your already sensitive nipples—thank god you hadn’t worn a bra—and you whimpered at the barest of sensation. Jason looked you over quietly before unbuttoning your pants and sliding his hand into your underwear with no preamble. Your knees trembled and you whined as his middle finger slid over your clit with ease and then dipped inside you with zero resistance. You were absolutely drenched, but Jason moved slowly inside of you, toying with you instead of actually trying to make you cum.

He took hold of the back of your neck, drawing you into him tightly so his arm was pinned between your bodies and he could talk directly into your ear.

“You are absolutely dripping,” he punctuated the statement by pulling his finger out of you and driving two back in, hard, so you could hear the wet sound it made and you moaned. “You touched yourself when I told you not to, didn’t you?”

“No,” you responded, your eyes closed tightly, intoxicated by the smell of his cologne and the whiskey on his breath, the slippery feeling of him slowly fucking you with his fingers.

“Lying is a sin,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “I should know.”

He slid his fingers out of you but didn’t release his hold on your neck, just moved to circling your clit. You weren’t sure how you were still hanging on, but you were trembling with ecstasy against him.

“You said not to lay a finger,” you choked out, “I didn’t use my fingers.”

Jason’s fingers stopped moving against your clit and he pulled you away just a hair so he could look at your face. You smirked at him and there was a sharp glint in his eye as he shook his head slightly, disapprovingly. You thought he might still go back to touching you, but instead, he removed his hand entirely and stepped away. You whipped around as he moved further from you, wanting to protest. You were so close you would get on your knees and beg for release if he wanted you to, but he just crossed his arms over his chest.

“Brat,” he said with light amusement, “strip.” You looked over at him, knew he’d be watching you closely, and when you pulled off your ruined underwear you saw him lick his lips. You stood in front of him, shivering more from intensity than temperature and he appraised you, palming himself over his pants as he did.

“What could a pretty little thing like you possibly have done to get sent to a devil like me?”

You smirked at him, amazed at how he still managed to be sweet even in scenes like this, even when you were being a brat. You reached for him and he moved to block your hand but you dodged him.

“No touching,” he growled and you playfully ignored him, hooking a finger in his belt loop to hold him still before going for the red pen he always kept in his pocket.

“Oh there’s plenty of naughty, sinful things I’ve done,” you responded as you clicked open the pen and began drawing hearts on the exposed skin of Jason’s hands and neck. He was maintaining his you're in trouble demeanor but you could feel his breath hitch when you made contact with him and he never stopped your doodling. “But I think what’s more important here is what I’m going to do.” You looked at him with your sweetest expression, before taking the pen to your own forearm and writing, I’ve been bad.

Jason groaned as he read it, grabbing you tightly by the hips and turning you towards the bed. You knew from experience that he could get so overcome by the excitement of a scene that looking at your face only made him want to stop roleplaying and fuck you into the nearest mattress. Sometimes you let him. But today you wanted to see this through.

“Color,” you asked, and he sighed because he knew that you knew it was getting harder for him to stay in it.

“It’ll be green when you lie down and take your punishment,” he said low in your ear and you shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

You did as he said, expecting the bed to dip next to you with the weight of him, but when you turned your head to look he was unbuttoning his cuffs and slowly rolling up his sleeves. He caught your eye and smirked.

“You know what they say, when a man hurries, the devil smiles,” he said with a small shrug and you groaned knowing how far he could drag this out. “Now,” he said, his voice full of authority, “I think you deserve, oh, about 10 smacks for being downright terrible on the airplane, and a brat with me just now, how does that sound?”

“Yes, sir.”

“But since you’re so keen on making deals…” He trailed off and you looked at him as he approached you and swept a hand down the length of your body, squeezing your ass to draw out a moan. “If you come only from being spanked we’ll stop there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jason brought his hand down against the left side of your bottom and you cried out at the sharp sting of it, immediately followed by the warmth of pleasure. You could feel the slickness of your pussy spreading to your inner thighs. You didn’t know if you’d ever been this wet in your life but you still weren’t sure if you could actually come like this. It hurt, god it hurt, but you liked the tingling pain of it and the way that Jason couldn’t help but rub his hands over you after each slap.

It was swat number 7 that landed just a little too low, catching your inner thigh with just enough force that the vibration went straight to your clit. Before you could say anything, you were crying out in ecstasy, your pussy spasming against nothing and your face pressed hard into the pillow. When you came back down to earth, Jason was looking at you in awe and you wiped a stray tear from your face as you tried to catch your breath, the duvet beneath you damp against your thighs as you shifted slightly.

“Color,” Jason asked, his voice thick with a mix of concern and desire.

“Green. So green,” you sighed.

“I’m yellow,” he responded and you looked at him confused. “I need to touch you. Like, I NEED it. I need to love on you. I need…,” he palmed himself again and he was rambling slightly but you understood. He needed to touch you as himself. He needed to be boyfriend Jason making you feel good. The scene was incredibly fun and you could absolutely revisit it, but you certainly wouldn’t deny him that.

“Yes, baby, yes you can touch me,” you responded affectionately and he wasted no time stepping closer to the bed again and spreading your legs apart, sliding two fingers inside of you as you remained on your stomach, kissing the red marks he had left on you as he did.

“Jesus fuck you’re so wet, you feel so fucking good, god I missed you.” Every word of praise drew a high-pitched whimper out of you as he drove his fingers in and out. All you could hear was his voice and the lewd smack of him fucking into you as he added a third finger and curled them against your inner walls.

You snapped into your release with a wail of, "fuck, Jason" and he bit down on your thigh, which only heightened your peak. He slid his long, lithe fingers out of you as you caught your breath and he finally started undressing himself, losing the tie and vest first before working on his shirt buttons. You came out of your orgasm-induced haze enough to sit up and help with the pants, kissing across the soft expanse of his belly as you did. You had just freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs when you caught him reaching up to remove the horns from his head.

“Wait,” you said with a sly expression. “Leave them on. Please.”

He laughed and obliged, dropping his hands to his sides and you rewarded him with a long lick up the underside of his leaking cock. His sharp intake of breath and the way he twitched in your hand made you want to do it again, but you knew after the night you both had already had, he wouldn’t last long and you had already come so hard—twice—that you felt like you only had one more in you before you tapped out. You wouldn’t prolong the main event by lowering your mouth on him and hollowing your cheeks like you really wanted to. Instead, you took his hand and tugged him over you.

You guided him towards your entrance as he braced his arms near your shoulder and couldn’t help but glide the head of him against your clit, relishing in the sparks it created low in your abdomen.

“You know the devil works hard, but I think you’re harder,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows up at him, and he groaned both at the pressure of your hand and your terrible joke.

“You know what, just for that,” he trailed off but finished his sentence by driving into you and filling you up in one swift stroke. He held one of your legs up as he entered you and even after two orgasms the stretch of him was deliciously rewarding. He kept a steady pace to work you up again, dropping his head to your chest to suck at your hardened nipples and nip at your collarbone, the plastic horns scratching under your chin. You brought his head up for a passionate kiss, all tongue and motion and heavy breathing. He returned to toying with your nipples, alternating sucking with quick licks that matched the rhythm of his hips as he picked up his pace.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you praised him, knowing how much he loved hearing you. “You’re so fucking good. I love the way you fuck me.” Each thrust made the sheets brush against your still-stinging backside which only heightened the sensations.

You held his mouth to your chest with a hand on the back of his neck not wanting him to stop the tantalizing sensation of his tongue on you. You had just enough presence of mind to get your other hand between your bodies to rub your clit, helping to put you over the edge yet again. “That’s right, Y/N. Just like that. Come for me, beautiful.” Your walls fluttered and squeezed against Jason as you cried out and he drove into you faster still, his rhythm starting to stutter. After a few more thrusts he spilled inside you, dropping his forehead damp with sweat to the crook of your neck.

You felt the heaving of his chest slow as he calmed down and you stroked your hand mindlessly through this thick brown hair, tracing his gray temples affectionately. “We are going to have to put the devil in the rotation,” he grunted into your neck and you chuckled. “You have no idea how many times I almost lost it in my pants just looking at you. I think you might actually be the devil in disguise,” you wrinkled your nose at his corny joke but it was no worse than yours had been mid-fuck so you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on, we need to shower and I need to hear everything I missed by not making it in time.” He rolled to your side and you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the hotel bed and tugging him with you toward the bathroom.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it, you watched! And I know you watched because I saw your text message about the parent-teacher conference in front of Ego at the wrap party and I turned so red she asked if I was having an allergic reaction to something.”

You laughed, pulling him into the hot shower with you, trading lazy kisses as you washed each other.

You tucked yourself into his side back in bed, naked, sated, and sore, and he kissed your forehead and turned out the lamp. You were just drifting off when he spoke again.

“Yes, to the sex tape by the way. Terrible idea. But absolutely yes.”

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anime-rambles · 3 years

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"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

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softieteez · 3 years

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ivy’s relationships with ateez

ivy and her relationship with each member

{ hongjoong }

status: “father & daughter”

ship name: jijoong

popularity: 5/10

she messed with him sooo much

the amount of times he scolds her whenever she’s around wooyoung and san ✋🏼

besides that though, he jokes that she’s his most well behaved child

he is her mentor, especially recently, she’s gone to him to help write lyrics. she says she wants to try producing soon too.

she is the person that keeps him sane half the time, brings him food while he’s working, just making sure he’s staying healthy.

when they finish promotions she usually forced him to go out and buy a milkshake with her or something.

he always keeps an eye on her to make sure she’s always comfortable

he likes to tell this story about ivy when one time she walked into his and seonghwa’s room at 2 am without saying a word and just laid on top of him

you know how hongjoong once said “don’t look at other oppa’s”? yeah that rule kinda applies to her too

he’s so protective, anytime another idol or staff member flirts with her, he’s watching closely.

he likes with she get plain white acrylics because she lets him paint them how he wants.

she refused to buy her anymore stuffies and scolds mingi and seonghwa when they buy her more which is maybe too often

“leader hong in the houseee”

“ivy, i’m trying to sleep”

{ seonghwa }

status: “mother & daughter”

ship name: ivyhwa

popularity: 5/10

she is his motherfuckin baby, no one touches her.

she’s clumsy so ever time she trips, falls, stubs her toe, he face palms and the helps her ‘injuries’ that she exaggerates

has to cover her mouth whenever they play explicit music during vlives because she will swear with pride

stuffie buyer #1

screams and closes her eyes every time he does something sexy for fan

back. hugs. either her giving him back hugs or vise versa.

plays with his hands when she’s anxious

scares him every time she does a flip on variety shows

whenever they’re at a fan sign or something and she starts doing sexy parts of their dances he just stands in front of her to block people from seeing, recently however she tells atiny to yell at him to move.

she organizes, he cleans. they’re a team.

dancing on vlive and killing every atiny there is.

on time he made a joke and called her ‘poison ivy’ and she punched him so hard. which shocked both of them because she isn’t that strong (jongho was proud)

“seonghwa got me a new stuffie !!!!”

“you weren’t supposed to tell ! hongjoong will yell at me”

{ yunho }

status: “besties”

ship name: yunsoo or yunvy

popularity: 5/10

big back rides #1

they’re really close but a lot of atiny’s don’t see it 🤷🏼‍♀️

she makes him laugh so much

he’s older, taller, and stronger, but he is her baby

twerking 101

the reasons she got to see nayoung again thank you imitation

“yunho’s an actor now” literally any chance she gets

buys her food, so much food. even on diets.

she currently has one of his photo cards in her phone case

her contact name for him translates to “abnormally large puppy man”

she just stares at him. and then when he gets weirded out and asks why she says ‘because i can’ or ‘mind your business’

like to paint with her

“ivy, seonghwa yelled at me for letting you twerk on that on vlive”

“he’s the man that sexy danced to baby shark, i think he’ll live”

{ yeosang }

status: “best friends”

ship name: yeovy

popularity: 7/10

gemini’s. need i say more ?

they make fun of the members behind their backs together

refuses to buy her anymore chocolate

she ?? keeps ??? wearing ?? his ?? shirts ???

she lowkey fangirls over how pretty he is

they’re too shy for their own good

she tried teaching him how to do flips, but he gave up after a kart wheel and seonghwa stopped it before they could even make it to round offs

he acts shocked every time the stylists give her sexy outfits even though he’s used to it by now

buys her chicken tenders all the time

he once said that ivy is giggly and clingy when she’s drunk and somehow he’s usually the one to take care of her

gives him weird looks, for literally no reason

she’s proud of yeosang because of his recent confidence boost

“why is hongjoong wearing that?”

“i don’t know, let’s go make fun of him”

{ san }

status: “best friends”

ship name: sansoo

popularity: 7/10

they’re so cute until they get on stage

constant hugging, it never ends.

they compliment each other allll the time

he likes to flirt with her just to make her shy and flustered because he finds it funny

feeding each other for some reason ??

he buys her dumplings

she wants to recreate every hair color he’s ever had but she’s lowkey too scared

she wants him to get a facial piercing so badly !!

he held her hand when she got her first tattoo

random dance parties together >>>

san said he’s proud of her because her confidence has grown so much and shes been working hard lately

there was a time when she cried at a fansign because a fan gave her a really meaningful note and san immediately went over to hug her

“sannie, i just got called sexy!”

“you’re too young”

{ mingi }

status: “they crushing?”

ship name: minvy

popularity: 10/10

piggyback rides #2

her number one cuddler

stuffie buy #2

literally do not separate them. e v e r

a lot of fans actually ship them because of how close they are. and because they’re cute asf

buying each other food >>>

she said that the time during mingi’s hiatus was the hardest for her because they had so much going on and mingi not being there made things worse

she was the first one to wish him happy birthday

he helps her a lot when it’s to like… everything. in airports when they feel anxious they hold each other’s hand, when she can’t stay focus he rubs her back.

ivy told atony that mingi was the first person she cried to before their debut

they were roommates with jongho before the room switches, now they both have their own rooms

when she was in high school still, he’d help her with homework.

“mingi looks very cute today”

“thank you jiji”

{ wooyoung }

status: “dude he’s flirting”

ship name: woovy

popularity: 8/10

he flirts too much !!!

fans love them together because they pick on each other yes, but they’re also alike in a lot of ways that’s kinda scary

secret stuffie buyer

she likes to joke that one day she’s gonna leave wooyoung alone in a ditch

she gets soooo flustered when he flirts with her

when they were in america he asked her to take him to her favorite stores and restaurants that she grew up with

even though she doesn’t like video games, he forces her to play or at least watch

friendship bracelets >>

he buys her some random ass shit.

her baby picture is his lockscreen

his mom and brother love her.

cuddles >>>

“your moms so sweet”

“she told me to shut up so that she could talk to you”

{ jongho }

status: “BEST FRIENDS” or “oh?”

ship name: jijong

popularity: 9/10

people love them together, some ship them, no one knows why

maknae shit

impressing people with his strength and her flexibility

she got so excited when he dyed his hair red

jongho’s character in imitation was her favorite and yunho got pouty when he found out

hitting high notes together !!!!!!

he breaks fruit. she eats fruit.

they act so shy whenever the spot light is only on them

sits on his lap, because she can.

man doesn’t like skinship too often, but he will hug her and hold her hand any day

she calls hun cute any chance she gets.

they post all the time when they have meals together

“why are you sitting on jongho”

“i don’t know san, why are you in my business?”

#ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez #ateez ninth member #ateez fluff #mingi imagines #hongjoong imagines #seonghwa imagines #jongho imagines #yeosang imagines #yunho imagines #san imagines #wooyoung imagines #kpop #added member

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bigbrainblue · 3 years

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19th birthday

It was late.

you don’t know how late, but late enough that you hadn’t heard a car pass in well over 20 minutes, the only light around was from the distance street lamps and the reflection of the moon on the ocean that stood before you. the only sound coming from the crickets in the hills, occasional wave crashing, and your own shallow breath.

currently you were sat on a beach. alone.

it was your birthday, you had come to the beach from your birthday party. a party to celebrate the day you were born 19 years ago.

the party was fine, but there sure as hell were a lot of people, way more than you would have liked

you knew people there, sure, but a good portion of the party was people you've never even heard of, just coming for a party and the booze.

you had arrived with your friends, a lot of them actually, you had just managed to lose them all one by one slowly as the night grew longer and as your vison started to blur.

the people you came with were your friends, Niki, will, toby, tom, clay, George, nick, and Alex.

you were having fun, drinking, walking around, socializing. but soon it became too much.

the drinking had made you obsess over every thought that came into your head.

you decided to take a break, have some fresh air, and now here you are. on a beach. alone. at night.

one of the thoughts your brain wouldn’t let go was about Alex, the boy you’ve known since junior year of Highschool. you two met when you decided to do a foreign exchange year in Mexico. it just so happened to be that the parents that decided to host you for a school year also were the parents of a teenage boy the same age as you, with straight black hair that stuck to the back of his neck and with freckles scattered around his face. over the next 9 months you guys became best friends, never leaving each others sides.

you didn't know it then, but you had fallen in love with this boy, this amazing beautiful smart caring boy.

but eventually you had to go home, but you guys never stopped talking.

Alex eventually started posting videos on YouTube, and not long after, streaming on twitch as well.

you watched him gain fame as you supported him at the sidelines, cheering him along the way.

at some point he convinced you to do it too. you spent long nights on calls with him, helping you set up your streams and giving you ideas for new YouTube videos.

with the help of Alex, you started to gain fame too, even passing him at one point.

through streaming and YouTube, you made so many friends, and yet none of them compared to Alex.

speaking of Alex, you wondered what he was doing, probably having the time of his life, drinking an hooking up with girls a bajillion times hotter than you

*A/N HI OK IM SORRY IF THAT PART SOUNDED MEAN I PROMISE IT ADDS TO THE STORY OK BYE*

you laughed quietly at yourself thinking about how stupid it was to think that you could pull a guy like Alex.

just then you heard it.

a familiar voice from behind you, “what’s so funny?”

you looked back startled and confused

‘Alex? what are you doing out here?”

“well y/n I could ask the same thing to you, its your party, i noticed you were gone, so I went looking for you. as simple as that”

“i got overwhelmed in there, I'm sorry. i just needed some fresh air”

“ its ok, don't apologize for something you cant control. can I sit?”

“nope” you said sarcastically, hoping he would get the joke

“too bad!” he said, plopping himself right next to you in the sand

you giggled at his humor

neither of you said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, you two had known each other long enough that sometimes, it was nice to just enjoy the company of the other person beside you in silence.

and yet, suddenly Alex said something.

“have you been crying? there's dried tear streaks along the sides of your face”

you turned your head towards his and whipped the sides of you face, seeing that he was already looking at you, studying you and your facial expression.

“i guess. if I did, I didn't notice.”

“how did you not notice yourself crying? that sounds like something very noticeable” he said, putting an emphasis on the very,

you laughed, probably harder than you should have.

he smiled, happy to see you happy

“do you wanna talk about it? why you were crying?”

“no, well, not here at least-” you said gesturing your hands at the ocean

“plus, there's sand getting in my ass” you added on to your previous sentence

Alex laughed and agreed, standing up and brushing off hi pants, and then handing out a hand for you to grab as he pulled you up.

you also brushed yourself off, and you weren't lying, cause man was there a lot of sand in your ass.

he started walking away from you and as you caught up with him you asked,

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see, its a great place, I promise you will love it”

you followed Alex to his car as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“how romantic” you commented as you climbed into his car. poking fun at him

as he got into the car he plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing a song you had heard a couple times, but would have never expected for Alex to listen to it, it just didn't seem like the type of music he would like.

he set his phone down face up as the screen flashed up at you as he put the car into gear and pulled out into the street

you saw the title of the song he was playing, “Falling For U” by Peachy ft Mxmtoon, and his wallpaper, a photo of you two from junior year. both standing next to each other awkwardly as his mom made you guys take a photo together on the first day you got there. you wondered how long it had been his wallpaper for.

you laughed and asked him about his wallpaper

“i mean you gotta admit, we look extremely sexy in that photo. especially me”

this comment from Alex made you break out laughing, even harder than before, as he started to hum along with the lyrics of the song. joined with him actually saying a line out loud every once in a while

it was a peaceful drive, Alex played more lofi songs as you stared out the widow.

eventually he pulled the car into an empty parking lot of a small gas station

“is this the place?” you questioned

“nope, just a pit stop.” he said

you both went inside, grabbing snacks and drinks and piling them into the back of the car. Alex making you wait to open them until you two got to your final destination

eventually, the car rolled into a another small empty parking lot, except this one was made of dirt and was a lot higher up.

Alex had pulled the car to the edge of the parking lot, as you finally got to see why he brought you here,

you looked through the windshield to find a view of the entire city.

you gasped in awe as you looked towards Alex, who, again, was already looking at you.

this time he wasn't studying you, he was admiring you.

you blushed, but pushed it off.

you and him both got out of the car so you guys could grab the snacks and the blankets he had in the back of his car.

he hopped onto the hood of his car and you joined him.

you starred into the sky full of stars above you.

you gasped as you pointed out a shooting star passing over head

“what did you wish for, Alex?”

“i cant tell you or else it wont come true”

“well then couldn't you wish the opposite of what you want to come true and then tell someone so the opposite comes true?”

“you're so stupid-” he said jokingly as he laughed.

“so, do you want to talk about why you were crying earlier, or is this still not the right spot” Alex chuckled at his own joke

“yes but, I have a question first”

Alex hummed in response, curious of what the question could be

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn't divert your eyes from the stars above.

“do you remember the first time that we met? at the airport when my mom forced us to hug and take that god awful photo together, and when we ended up playing tictactoe in the car for an hour while we drove to my house?”

“yes? of course i do, that was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. but that doesn't answer my question dumbass” you said, still not giving into his gaze onto side of your head.

“I think I just did, did I not?”

it finally clicked, him looking for you at the party, the song in the car, the story

you turned your head to meet his gaze, finally giving in

he sat up and dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to have been stabbed in the heart, enacting a theatrical performance

“y/n m/n l/m, i am dying, and you must know, that I am in LOVE with you!” he dramatically gasped and fall back down., pretending to be dead.

you played along as you gasped and put the pack of your hand on your forehead as you spoke

“oh my dear Alex, I love you too, and now you will never get to know how much i loved you” you faked sobbed onto his chest

“maybe a true loves kiss will help save him” he whispered, making the scene even funnier and causing both of you to bust out laughing

“ah yes, the only way to save my prince, a true loves KISS!” you said before coming down and kissing Alex on the lips.

he sat up with a loud gasp

“I am alive! a kiss of true love saved me!” you giggled beside him as you watched him play out his Oscar-winning performance

“may I kiss you again m’lady? for saving my life of course.” he questioned

“of course, you can kiss me anytime m’lady” you said back, pulling him into a deeper kiss

he pulled way first before speaking

“WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL ME M’LADY?

#quackity #y/n #x y/n #mcyt #dsmp #alex quackity #quackity fluff #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader #quackity x reader fluff #i dont know what other tags to put

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celticcrossanon · 3 years

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Hi CC, I wanted to ask you when you'll do the other readings on the dutch royals? You talked about it a couple weeks ago, so it's probably still on your list. I just wanted to ask you about it, because last week pictures emerged of Alexia posing in sexy underwear at a school party. It was a lhbgt themeparty, everyone was in sexy underwear. It seems most dutch citzens are okay with it and want to let her party/have fun. For me it's mind boggling that a princess is fine with pictures like that 1/2

2/2 Dutch royals- so I was wondering if you might see something about this in your readings. A journalist on tv said that a close source has said that the royals (including alexia) were fine with those pictures. I can't imagine that. It makes me wondering how they look at their positions, do they take their jobs serious? Are they really unbothered? I mean I know that Alexia is young and supposed to have fun etc, but her pictures with sexy poses in underwear are plastered across the internet.

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Hi Nonny,

The Dutch Royals will be done, along with whether Lady Louise will take up her HRH, as soon as I clear up Her Majesty's current health issues. :) I promise one reading on them - how they see their positions, whether they take them seriously or not - before Friday next week. I agree with you that those pictures are not what I would expect from a royal princess.

EDIT: I goofed and the stuff below applies to the Spanish royal family, not the Dutch royal family

If you want to know what I read from the photos of the royals saying goodbye to Princess Alexia Leonor at the airport, it is that there is definitely some sort of sibling tension and/or rivalry between Alexia Sophia and Catherine-Amalia Leonor. This may just be because of adolescence, or it may turn out to be something more - it didn't come across as formed in any way other than sibling stuff at the moment. The two of them definitely care for each other, but they are awkward together as well.

On Princess Alexia of the Dutch Royal Family, edited to what I currently think based on photos of her:

From this photo (and a couple of others I saw):

Alexia definitely came comes across as pushing boundaries and putting herself forward to get attention; this may be her way of acting out against her future role as a royal, it may be because she is a bit of a spoilt brat, or it may be a bit of both. EDITED TO ADD: Or it may be just teenage stuff - trying to both fit in and establish her own identity.

I'm going for 'a bit of both' all of the above at the moment, and as such it doesn't surprise me that Alexia is fine with those underwear photos, as a way to grab get some attention, overshadow her elder sister (sibling rivalry), and to act out against expectations a bit of (teenage rebelliousness). If that is the case, then her parents not reacting to the photos is their way of dealing with this attitude - to not show how upset they might be because that just encourages the child - calm acceptance is far more daunting to someone who wants to be seen as a rebel EDITED TO ADD or more appropriate for a daughter who is not thinking of the consequences of her actions, as teenagers do.

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shewillreadyou · 3 years

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Haven’t met you yet

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is a TRR AU. Liam is already married, but see’s Riley and wants his cake. If the readers are receptive this might turn into more than a mini series.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: NS*FW (+18) don’t read this fic if you’re a minor; period.

Word Count: 1887

Prompts: @wackydrabbles prompt #88 “I meant every word.” will appear in BOLD

Pairings: Drake & Riley

Song inspiration: Haven’t met you yet -Michael Buble

Be Kind: Hit the heart button, leave a comment or reblog. It makes a writer so so happy.

A replay of the Royal wedding of King Liam and Queen Carsyn of Cordonia was playing in the background as she packed her clothes in the small carryon. She giggled when they kissed. Although it was rumored that the king was into black women, something seemed off when he kissed his bride. She had watched this wedding a half dozen times and still couldn’t really put her finger on it. She was headed to New York to stand up in the wedding of one of her sorority sisters. After landing her dream job in Dallas, Riley couldn’t wait to meet her sorors in New York to celebrate. After all, Norah was about to marry the man of her dreams and Riley was truly happy for them.

There was currently no man in Riley’s life and no prospects. Maybe she’d meet someone in Dallas or maybe she was destined for the life of a career woman. Maybe there would be no happily ever after for her. She turned out the lights in her new downtown Dallas apartment, and grabbed her carry on dragging it to the door as she headed to the airport.

She opened the door to see her latest amazon purchase on the door mat. She took a moment to retreat inside to open the box. She was hoping it was delivered before she had to head out. Her pink Bedroom Kandi toy was still packed away lost in the sea of boxes crammed into her guestroom. She knew that she would not survive this long weekend in NYC without some form of sexual entertainment. She was disappointed when she opened the box to find her new toy was smaller than the picture made it look. Her flight left in 2 hours and her uber was downstairs so she shoved the disappointing toy in the side of her bag and headed down.

After the uneventful three hour flight, she finally landed at JFK. Mack was supposed to pick her up from the airport. She stood to the side as people herded to baggage claim to send a quick text. A group of men came from the opposite direction. One was this tall, very attractive Asian guy who looked alot like King Liam. He was with a few other men but there was one in particular who caught her eye. He was beautiful, he had dark hair and the most beautiful blue-grey eyes. The guy who bore resemblance to King Liam smiled and winked at her, while his brooding friend who definitely glanced at her, kept moving. She was snatched from her day dream when Mack texted to say she was outside.

They checked into the Crown Plaza in Manhattan, freshened up and changed into their little black dresses before meeting the girls at a local rooftop lounge for appetizers and drinks before the bachelorette party.

The sounds of Dua Lipa’s “Don’t start now” played in the background and encouraged a slightly inebriated Lauren to shake her body on the empty dance floor. Still licking the wounds behind a very fresh break up she intended to use this weekend to drink her troubles away and vowed to nail a stranger.

The hostess seated a group of gentlemen at the table directly behind the ladies giving Riley, who never sat with her back to the door the best look at the group. It was them. The men from the airport. When they were settled, Riley’s eyes met with the Asian guy’s who was smiling and licking his lips. She rolled her eyes and turned to Kourtney.

“So, how is Gabrielle, is she two now?”

“Yes, she’s great. Busy, but great. That was real smooth. You have an admirer.”

“Ugh, I saw those guys in the airport when I landed. He smiled at me then too.”

“But now there are two of them looking at you like you’re a steak.”

Riley coyly glanced at the group again, this time noticing the dark haired man looking. She blushed and turned back to Kourtney right as the server approached with a whiskey sour, complete with a phone number written on the cocktail napkin.

“How did he know what you drink?”

“Girl, I have no idea. Should I drink this?”

“Sure, they wouldn’t have served it if it had been tampered with. But the real question is are you going to call him?”

“Me? Noooo. What would I say?”

“What do you have to lose?”

“Wait, you have never dated a white guy before have you?”

“Well, no. Not that they aren’t attractive. I just never had one interested. Not all of us find our Prince Harry.”

“You do now. Besides, Chris is no Prince Harry, but he does treat me like a queen. I have always wondered if there are people who would rather be alone than to date outside of their race. Chris is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I definitely would date outside of my race if it were the right person. He is gorgeous, I’m still not calling this guy. He’s going to think i’m desperate.”

“You are!”

“I am not!”

“When was the last time you got laid? Mack told me about your toy.”

“Remind me to kill her later. It’s been 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. But who’s counting?”

“Exactly,” Kourtney cackled, drawing the attention of the men at the next table.

Maroon 5’s, “Moves like Jagger” started to play as they continued to chat.

“May I have this dance?”

Riley was disappointed to find the King Liam look alike.

“Thanks, but my feet are killing me.”

“That’s too bad,” he said as he flashed her a sexy smile.

Just then she glanced across the rooftop to see him whisper something to his brooding friend. In an instant the guy with the beautiful eyes headed over and slipped the DJ a tip and whispered something in his ear before heading Riley’s way.

“Kourt, shit! He’s coming over here what do I say?”

“Don’t. Let him do the talking.”

He held out his hand and smiled at her and she was sure her panties were ruined.

“Hey, did I get your drink right?” he asked placing her hand in his.

“Actually, yeah you did. Impressive.”

Just then the DJ changed the song to Silk Sonic’s, “Leave the door open.”

The stranger pulled her to her feet.

“Let’s dance.”

His scent was intoxicating, his arms where strong and she could get lost in his eyes. He held her with a familiarity that made her feel at home in his arms.

“So are you going to tell me your name?”

“Drake. And you are?”

“Riley.”

“We don’t have to talk right now. Let’s just dance. Just use my number when you’re ready.”

“Their bodies swayed slowly to the song before her friends pulled her away to the next leg of their night.”

Two weeks later

After a very long weekend in New York, Riley was back in Dallas. She had been there for almost a month and hadn’t met anyone at all. Well, there was Will from work. But she doesn’t date co-workers and she is pretty sure he is gay. In her freetime she goes to the gym, and eats at new restaurants a few times a week, which leads her back to the gym. After a particularly long work day, circuit training and an hour on the treadmill Riley came home and poured herself a very large glass of wine. She filled the tub, lit some jar candles and grabbed her toy and the romance novel that she was currently reading.

She was soaking in bubbles up to her neck when her phone rang, it was Kourtney. Out of all her friends she probably checked on Riley the most. She dried her hands and pressed the speakerphone button.

Hey Kourt,

Hey Ri, what’s new?

Not a thing, work, the gym, dinner, wine repeat.

That’s sad. No human interaction?

Not really. I’ve hung out with Mack and Ben twice but I always feel like a third wheel.

Remember when I told you to call the guy from the rooftop?

Yeah.

I meant every word.

I will think about it. I gotta go. Early morning. Love you.

Whatever, I know when I hit a nerve. I love you too.

Three days later

Riley was as lonely in Dallas as they come. She thought about online dating but wanted something more organic. Kourtney’s words lingered in the back of her mind. Maybe she was right. Riley had nothing to lose by reaching out to the handsome stranger who sent her the drink in NYC. She decided to take the plunge.

The next morning Riley sat on her balcony reading the paper and sipping amaretto flavored coffee when her phone rang.

Hey Mack!

Hey, I am running into church and I know it’s short notice but Ben is out of town next weekend and my college roommate is getting married down in Waxahachie. Please tell me you don’t have plans and you’ll be my plus one.

I’ll have to check my planner. She laughed.

Who am I kidding? I don’t have plans. Free booze, food, and maybe a groomsmen to have a fling with. Count me in…

Yay! She squealed. I will pick you up Saturday morning and we can ride down to the ranch together.

Saturday

The doorbell rings and Riley grabs her clutch and the wedding card she got for the newlyweds before heading down to meet Mack. They catch up while they take the 30 minute drive out to the Walker Ranch where the ceremony is to be held. Mack talked about feeling like an after thought when it came to her boyfriend. Riley mentioned the need for human interaction, more specifically from a man and how the one man she met in New York lives in Europe. When they arrive Riley takes in the vast land and the beautiful event space.

“Savannah’s family owns this ranch? Wow, it’s massive.”

“Yeah, I know at one time they were really struggling to keep things afloat. But it definitely looks like they are doing well for themselves now.”

“Right? I love when family businesses do well. It’s really a gorgeous day for an outside wedding. But we should probably take our seats. The ceremony will be starting soon.”

Mack led Riley to a couple seats on the bride's side. Before long a very serious looking groom and an officiant that Riley could only describe as a King Liam look-a-like stood under a wedding trellis decorated with blush colored blooms. The violinist started to play a beautiful arrangement as the attendants began to descend the aisle.

“All rise and receive the bride.”

They guess all stood and turned to receive Savannah. She was a stunning bride. Then Riley laid eyes on those hypnotic blue-grey eyes. She instantly broke out into a sweat. She couldn’t ever mistake those eyes for someone else’s. He was as beautiful as the first tine she saw him. She swallowed hard and her mouth went dry. Her heart seemed to be pounding out of her chest, she was shaking when she gave Mack’s hand a firm squeeze.

“What’s wrong Ri?”

Before she could answer, his eyes met hers, he bit his lip and her knees buckled.

“Um Ri?”

“It’s Drake from the rooftop in New York..”

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Fresh Squeeze, Ch. 5

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Angsty Angst, drug and alcohol use, surprise flights, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot.

Word Count: 3.5 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love.

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. And don’t come for me about Anthony.

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NYC, May 2023

Jasmine was blowing up your phone as you were trying to get dressed. You had to search for it under the pile of clothes on your bed.

You had procrastinated getting ready, trying to finish one of your applications for a summer internship at this law firm in Harlem that you were excited about.

You wanted to finally relax after finishing Columbia law in the top 10% of your class. You just wanted to relax and enjoy this weekend.

Craig, your mom and your uncle were the only ones to attend your graduation. They knew you didn’t want any fanfare, so your famous friends didn’t attend, and they had a show to do, but they’d sent you tons of well wishes.

We're coming up, get decent!

You chuckled and shook your head. Anthony usually raided the refrigerator when he came over. This time, you told him to bring his own snacks..

You slipped on what you were wearing for the night. Craig was in his room getting ready and you had volunteered his place, so you were playing hostess. You were surprised that he was so chill about it, actually.

“Pika Pika,” you said to yourself in the mirror then ran to answer the doorbell. It was almost 6 pm.

You opened the door for Cookie Monster and Big Bird. You burst out laughing. But you stopped when you saw Anthony's face. He had like five bags from Whole Foods that he was juggling in his blue arms.

"Jazzy!!!! There's my girl. Hey Ant! leave the food and your girl. We may run off together."

Anthony came in the door loaded down with bags and kissed you on the cheek.

“I love you Lindy, but fuck you man.” You punched him on the shoulder.

“Ow! Time to get this party started!”

Linden heard Jazzy’s Brooklyn accent turn into a London lilt as she started play fighting with Ant. They felt like family at this point.

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Ever since the launch party in January, Jasmine had pursued you as a friend persistently. You normally didn’t let anyone in because of the circumstances of your life, but Jas was oblivious to your awkwardness with normal human beings.

“Girl, you are fucking DOPE, and you are NOT gonna deny my love. I know your life has been a trip, and you don’t have to tell me all of it, but I’m not gonna let you shrivel up and be a little retiring wallflower. Life is to be lived.”

Jasmine telling you that during a Saturday brunch date in February was the key to your heart. She drew you out, and you didn’t see what value you added to her life.

But she loved you anyway. And you loved her, and of course, Anthony was part of the package.

He was beautiful, loud, talented, and reckless, but he reminded you too fucking much of Dell to be annoyed with him very long.

Your circle had certainly widened from just Craig. That was one thing for which you could thank Mark. You were working on him being a distant memory. He hadn’t lasted too long in Bay Boys, quitting soon after the musical opened in March.

Daveed’s hands and feet had ‘slipped’ one too many times during the scene when he was stomping his ass on stage. Mark cited health reasons, and publicly spiraled a bit. He was currently in rehab.

Again.

You had not heard from him and that was absolutely fine with you.

Because Jasmine was in Bay Boys and that was her life, the cast and crew became yours as well. Rafael was the type of chaotic creative genius that fascinated you; you could listen to him talk for hours.

Things with Daveed were more tricky. Ever since that awkwardness with him after the launch party, you’d kept your distance, but you hung out a lot, so you were trying to be friends.

When you and Jas and Ant and Rafa hung out and talked, Daveed was there, smiling shyly and sneaking glances at you, throwing in pearls of wisdom every so often.

He was so dope and so talented and intelligent and so freaking hot, but you were trying to get yourself together. You were convinced that night in January had been a mistake.

You needed some space. And time. Law school was no joke, and you were in therapy so entanglements was not what was up.

Daveed sensed your hesitancy and decided to stop pursuing you. But he couldn’t stop how he felt.

You were both a little wasted and keyed up the night of the launch party, and despite the way you were beautiful and intelligent and sexy as fucking hell, he was not going to press you.

Daveed was sure that you two could be something special if you would give it a chance, but he didn’t want to chase you, but he was so gone for you, that if you just nodded your head at him, he would be at your feet.

The attraction was undeniable. There was a crazy little dance you two did that everyone recognized and respected. This group seemed to know you were fragile, and that you didn’t need to be pushed too far.

But the more they persisted, the more you came out of your shell. The more you trusted, the more the old Lindy came back.

Craig noticed first soon after you started hanging with the crew when you were trying to find a place to live. He went to one showing with you and sat you down for a talk.

“Girl, I love the light in your eyes. I haven’t seen this Lindy since…well in a long time. Stay with me for as long as you want. I know you need to get through this last semester of school, you don’t need one more thing to think about. I’m proud of the work that you’re doing on yourself, Linden.”

You were grateful to Craig. His place on the Upper West Side was super convenient to Columbia, and not having to think about finding a place was so clutch. Third year was kicking your ass.

“Besides, I wouldn’t have this place if it wasn’t for…”

“Hush, I don’t want to hear that. Dell would have wanted this. I love you cuzzo.”

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Craig came out in a Sully onesie and immediately dragged Jasmine into a conversation about the Met Gala that had happened a few days ago.

You approached the kitchen where Ant stood, food all around him on the counter. You were whispering. He smiled a secret smile at you.

“I’m so proud of you doing this for Jasmine. It’s good for you all to get away. I’m glad that she got a little break. She deserves it all.”

Anthony had arranged for this little get together to be a surprise for Jasmine. This was going to be a kickback weekend.

The show was on a four day hiatus while the set was moved to a bigger theatre. It was a hit and was destined for a long run.

Ant’s green eyes lit up as you kept talking about Jasmine.

“Yeah, she does. And the woman of the hour deserves all the happiness in the world.” He lifted his beer to you.

They way he said that was weird and you were about to ask him what was up with that when the doorbell started ringing, you went to answer it and were stuck there for a few minutes as people started coming in.

The food and the drinks were flowing while all kinds of characters came in.

Now they also had Jack Skellingtom, and a Care Bear in the house to add to Big bird, Cookie Monster, Pikachu and Sully. It was an odd cast of characters who were jamming to 90's rap, eating chicken wings and basically tripping like only friends could do.

Then there was Toni, some tag-along chick who showed up with Rafa. She had on a plain gray onesie. What a downer.

You’d pegged her for a star fucker who only hung with Rafa because of who he and his friends were. The girl was too much in everyone's business.

"Sooooo. You and Mark ARE broken up for real for real. The tabloids say y’all are back together! I told my friend Susie you weren’t, but she wouldn't believe me."

You just smiled and didn't confirm or deny, treating Toni like the paparazzi. The girl was oblivious to your hate and just kept talking.

Daveed rescued you.

"Hey, Toni, show these folks how you can blow. They're setting up the karaoke machine over there. Show us what you're working with. Someone might hook you up with a gig."

Toni perked up and hurried over to Anthony and Craig, who were setting up the lyrics on the big screen to match the karaoke music. Some Bad Boy joints were up.

Rafa was behind them screaming, "Dylan, Dylan, Dylan!"

They were a scene. You breathed and relaxed a little.

"Don't stress. She's not coming with us to the island."

You looked up at the tall, fine Grumpy Care Bear who was nursing some of your special 18-year-old Chivas Regal that you had gotten for graduation. His beautiful smile shined out of his brown face and beneath the curls tumbling out of his hood.

“I’m not pressed. I’m chilling. You can do what you want. With who you want.”

“She’s not with me. Rafa brought her for the ride to the airport. And it’s not entirely true that I can do what I want. With who I want. Because what if who I want to do doesn’t want to do me?”

You knew what he meant. But you eyed his drink instead of looking at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him. That was far from the truth. You didn’t want to get lost in him. And you could see that happening.

Daveed saw your wheels turning. You were over analyzing again. He’d spent three months observing you every chance he got. He felt like he knew your anxieties. So fucking smart, but here you were thinking too much.

"Hey Genuis Ass. Want some?" Daveed’s voice was softer as he grinned and offered you some of his drink. “Or, I could go make you something?” For some reason he wanted you to get loose.

"Nah, I'm good Diggs.” For some reason you needed to stay in control. You played it off by changing the subject.

“I still can’t believe y’all call me that.”

Daveed just smiled and nodded, chuckling a little. He craned his neck and looked at it, having to dodge a smack upside the head.

“That ass is genius, you know. That’s the one thing He Who Shall Not Be Named was right about. And you’re one of the smartest humans I know.”

You had to look at him then. The flecks of gold in his eyes tho. But you could tell from the slight redness that he was a little zooted. He didn’t get that way around you a lot, but you knew for the stories that he partied occasionally.

He and Rafa and that Toni chick must have pre-gamed. You remembered the last time you two were tipsy together.You cleared your throat and looked away.

“Why did you lie to that girl? She can’t sing.” You were shaking your head, scowling at Toni’s screeching from the karaoke machine.

He winked at you. D was well on his way to getting LIT.

"What? She can blow.” Daveed sipped his drink and watched her.

“She’ll suck your soul out and spit it back in your mouth." Daveed was loose. And so was his mouth. But he didn’t care.

Your mouth was hanging open at Daveed as you wondered what Daveed had done with Toni, what Daveed AND Rafa had done with Toni...

Shit, you were just going to ask.

"How do you know that she..."

"AWWWW SHEEEIIIITTT! THAT'S MY JAM! REMEMBER THIS LINDY??"

“No, I was like, negative 5..”

You raised your voice as he traveled away from you, smiling. He was not slick.

“Well you missed out being tardy to the party…”

He was backing toward the mic, knocking it out of Anthony’s hand and starting the rap. Rafa joined him, trading verses.

Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,

Well, it's the underground,

You know that we're down with wutchyalike

Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah

And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out:

Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,

We're gonna say what we like.

'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many people in the flow,

Would like to just let yourselves go

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, well tonight's your night.

Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude,

Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, and doowutchyalike,

Everybody doowutchyalike

Everyone was dancing and Daveed had effectively deflected your question. But you would never forget.

By 8 o’clock, Craig grabbed the mic and motioned for Jasmine to come with him. You had enjoyed some cocktails finally, and just figured they were going to duet Wind Beneath My Wings just like they always did.

You were actually moving to the music and feeling good.

"Ok guys, whew. I'm hot. Is it hot in herrrre?" Craig was fanning himself.

“Whoooo! Nelly!”

You yelled and everyone laughed.

Craig took his hood off and started to unzip his onesie. Jasmine did the same.

You kept dancing nervously, not realizing it, looking around at the others who were also disrobing. You did a double take as D’s abs came into view. What was going on?

Craig continued.

"Lindy, I just need a minute to talk, can you stop whatever it is you're doing?" He grinned at you from across the room. "You're still moving Lindy."

You blushed and stopped fidgeting.

"Ummm, Craig, what the..."

One by one people dropped their onesies, all except Toni, who had no clue what was going on. Soon, everyone was standing in Craig’s condo in their swimsuits, looking fine as hell.

You just looked around, then in your cup wondering if you were too drunk and hallucinating.

“Lindy, you’ve worked real hard, and this past few months have been crazy, so we wanted to do something special for you this weekend, for your graduation, and for your birthday, WHICH IS SUNDAY!!”

Everyone cheered as Jasmine took the mic. “You think this party is for me. Well the joke’s on you bitch, because you have been hosting your own party!”

You opened your mouth, squeaked a little, then spoke,

"But why?.. Everybody? But what..."

Daveed moved close.

"Damn, you fine," you whispered.

Your hand flew to your mouth when he smirked in response. Everyone was rolling because turns out, you didn’t whisper.

Daveed cleared his throat. "Thank you. You’re fine yaseif. Anyway, Anthony and Jasmine have a house there, and we’re flying out of JFK tonight. In about two and a half hours in fact. So we gotta get going.”

You still had only a part of a clue of what was going on. But you couldn't resist all of this.

"Okay? But... I don't have any clothes. And I don’t have a ticket..."

Craig came from the storage room off the kitchen with one of your suitcases. Others started getting their bags as well

"Everybody's shit has been in my house for a week. And girl, you know I got your information. It ain’t nothing but a thang. Your ticket is ready and waiting. Just sent it to your email.”

Your mouth dropped open and you stared at Craig as everyone pulled their onesies back up and got their bags together.

Your eyes filled with tears that you hurriedly brushed away. Craig came over and hugged you. Then every else joined in for a group hug.

"You deserve, Lindy. Let us celebrate you."

You looked like you didn't quite believe it, but you went along. You laughed, visibly deciding to go with the flow.

"I'm down!"

Toni was nearby. When the hug broke up, she started asking questions. Your patience was wearing thin.

"I don’t believe that all these people really roll like this. Y’all wild. Susie won that bet."

You just continued to look at this fool.

"But isn’t this dope? All these famous, successful men being so fearless with their love and appreciation for Black women, of all people. Who woulda thunk they didn't want white women?"

Toni just kept saying the wrong thing. It was the "of all people" for you.

You stared daggers at your houseguest. Toni caught the look.

"Wait, are you mixed?"

You narrowed your eyes and said, "Black mixed with Black."

Toni clutched her pearls.

"Oh wow. Didn't mean to offend. I just mean everyone knows Jasmine is mixed, with her dad and all, as black as can be. But her white British mom saved her from his skin tone. I mean, she has braids in now, so you can see it, but all she has to do is blow her hair straight and she can pass..."

Toni jumped when Rafa spoke. She didn't know he was there.

"Toni. Not Jas. She's the homie."

The look in his ice blue eyes could burn.

"And you are a Black woman, so you know how dope they are. Why would anyone NOT worship at your feet?"

Lindy just sipped her drink as Craig entered the chat. "Amen!"

"Maybe it is time for you to get going, honey. I might call you when I get back."

Rafa led Toni to the door as she protested.

"But I was going to take you to the air..."

"And I APPRECIATE you Black woman, but we'll get there. See you later."

Then Rafa shut the door in her face. Linden discovered she loved him eternally at that moment. She was rolling.

No one mourned Toni’s departure as arrangements were made for cars to take everyone to the airport.

"You and Daveed can ride with us, Rafa." Ant to the rescue.

"Yeah, Jasmine loves to look at my profile." Jas pinched him so hard he jumped.

“Fuck!”

Ant was screaming as he, Jasmine and Rafa went out the door.

"Peace! See you at airport security. If you get nabbed by TSA, you on your own!”

Daveed lingered. “I don’t know if all of us and our bags will fit in one car. Can I ride with you and Lindy, Craig?”

Craig smirked at Daveed, but didn’t say anything. “Of course...you good with that Lindy?”

You tried to keep it light.

“Sure.. no biggie,” you cleared your throat and headed to the bathroom to make sure you had everything you needed.

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By the time you got to your Uber, the traffic was horrible. It took over an hour to get to the airport. You felt both anxious about missing the flight and keyed up about sitting next to Daveed in the car.

His thigh and side pressing into yours in the dark in the back of an Uber Black brought back memories of that reckless night.

When he put his arm up on the seat behind you, “For more room,” he said, in that voice and flashing that megawatt smile, you were enveloped more into his scent and warmth. You had to control yourself not to melt into him.

Craig was sitting on his phone, sneaking glances at you and smirking the entire ride. He’d insisted that you be in the middle because you were so tiny.

The whole world was against you, you thought, as you and Daveed both stared straight ahead, both flashing back to that January night.

You were the last three people to run through the airline gate just at they were about to close it. All your friends in first class cheered when you took their seats, and Rafa popped a bottle of champagne.

"Talk about cutting it close," Ant commented as Rafa gave Daveed a high five.

Daveed looked at you. You shook your head at him. Somehow, you were sitting next to him. You just decided to let it be and have some time.

“Just make sure you don’t molest me under this blanket, Ms. Marshall,” Daveed intoned when you were settled and given amenities for the night.

The flight attendant had to tell y’all to keep quiet as the cat calls went up.

Welp, you thought. This will be the vibe the entire weekend.

You weren’t mad at it. You loved these people. And you were safe. You just smiled, settled down, and looked out of the window to watch the lights of New York fade away.

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what-breaks-my-heart · 3 years

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Here are some brief thoughts on kdrama that started airing in 2020 that I've watched. I said brief, but those who have been following me would appreciate that this is indeed, brief.

The list is in alphabetical order.

1. 365: Repeat the Year (MBC)

Disclosure: I am a HUGE Lee Joon Hyuk stan. He is second only to Hyun Bin on my list. The fact that this drama is on the top of this list is a happy coincidence 🥰🥰

I was soooooooo excited when I knew Lee Joon Hyuk was to star in a new drama. MBC made the announcement of the drama late last year, and I was literally walking to the office when I saw the announcement on ig.

The premise of the drama was pretty straightforward. 10 people were given the chance to travel back in time exactly one year prior. Mysterious things kept happening to the people who took the trip, so our Detective Ji “Fluffy-Hair” Hyung Joo and webtoon writer Shin “Self-Hater” Ga Hyun joined hands to figure out what exactly happened.

Once they finally figured out what caused the mysterious cases, they faced a great dilemma on what to do, with our Fluffy Hair detective running as a fugitive.

The ending was really sad, and I really wished it ended differently, but the main character of the story was our Fluffy Hair detective, and him having to live on and reset the whole thing from the new past was a nice touch to the ending.

This drama was full of surprises, twist and turn, and it is certainly a drama I would consider rewatching in the future.

2. Do You Like Brahms? (SBS)

Many people criticised the second half of this drama. Apparently the year 2020 is the year when kdramaland keeps being a disappointment, and many people are quick to include this drama in the list of disappointing drama, despite having a good beginning.

I beg to differ though. To me this drama feels more of a healing drama, wherein the characters are forced to deal with their issues. And anyone who has had to go through any form of therapy knows how hard healing process is.

TL;DR: The main leads are both people who have been mentally abused by the people around them, except for Cha Young In, because she was the only reason I did not throw my remote control at my 50-inch TV.

Park Joon Young is your classic example of a ‘gifted kid’ struggle. He was seen as a young, talented pianist who had a bright future ahead of him. But people started to treat him more like a trophy than a human being, so he decided to take a sabbatical, much to the criticism of people in the music industry. Park Joon Young realised that his passion in playing the piano has faded away, no thanks to his abusive piano professor who belittled him again and again, and practically brainwashed him into being a people pleaser. You could see how Park Joon Young was not himself in the beginning of the drama once you finish the drama.

Chae Song Ah took interest in violin at a later age (much later than professional musicians) and decided to pursue her dream by enrolling into a music programme. Her classmates were all younger than her, and it didn’t help that they all learnt music since much younger. I love how Song Ah did not give up on her dream easily and gave it her all, before she finally decided to let go of her dream to become a musician. The metaphor of her love for violin and Joon Young hurting her again and again and she just endured it though.. I cried like a mess well I am a mess but that’s a separate issue

Special shout out to Cha Young In who was there for both of them.

3. Flower of Evil (tvN)

If thriller is your thing, consider this drama. If you are one of those people who like to see your characters being tortured (physically and mentally), this drama is a MUST WATCH. And if you enjoy watching Lee Joon Ki playing a character who is put at a great distress because he is trying to run from his past, go watch this drama.

More importantly, if you enjoy a drama where your ML is sexy, attends to house chores and takes care of his bright young daughter while his wife goes crazy for solving violent crimes, a devoted husband who is attentive and a tender person but also a freak in the sheets, you are wasting every single of your breath not watching this drama.

I mean look at this man teasing his wife about his stamina.

Flower of Evil did not feel draggy at all. Everything that happened within the first 6 episodes could have been an entire drama if this was written by someone else. Seriously, this drama kept me at the edge of my couch!

The dynamic of HS and JW screams POWER COUPLE but at the same time it broke my heart how they were pushed into corners too many times by the people around them I do hope they had some sexy times while they were in the corners though

The focus on their wedding rings throughout the drama symbolised their unbreakable bond. The wedding rings were literally the very last thing that kept them together when JW stumbled upon evidences that pointed against HS.

JW, whose compass was only trusting what she saw, and not what she heard, tried to break the stigma of women being at a disadvantage in the police force. Heck, she was better than her entire team when it came to solving cases, her being the only woman in the team. Who said women cannot make good cops?

The plot twist though.. And the climax.. To this day, I still listen to this soundtrack from the drama and cry just thinking of the climax.

4. Into the Ring (also known as Memorials) (KBS2)

I didn’t even plan on watching this drama. I was channel surfing and saw Park Sung Hoon looking all depressed in the first episode and ran into Koo Se Ra. Girl was UNHINGED and determined to fight for her way.

Her motivation was initially on getting a stable pay check from being a district representative (it was only 60 million won which is like USD55k so it’s not that much) but she eventually became the district representative who fought for the benefit of the people and did not care for the political warfare that took place.

Came along Seo Gong Myung, a government officer in the local government office who was demoted from planning unit of the accounting department or something to be a secretariat to the district assembly. Seo Gong Myung sticks to his principle no matter what, which surprise surprise, is HATED by everyone in the district government.

Turns out our main leads were friends when they were kids so Se Ra kept teasing him and dragging him into her scheme of fighting for the people, which Gong Myung agreed to, not so much because he was a community-loving person, but because he was afraid Se Ra would get into trouble since she was as straight as a ruler.

Long story short, our leads fell for each other, and their relationship was HILAIROUS to watch. I think I speak for everyone who watched the drama that we had no reason to believe Se Ra did not peg Gong Myung for fun 😝😝

They were so cute together awwww

5. Kairos (MBC)

This is another drama that I stumbled into. Only this time, I saw Nam Gyu Ri and I remember seeing her ig post on a new drama so I decided to give it a go. She wrecked my heart in 49 Days so I decided to check this out for funsies. Hooo boy was I in for a major surprise.

The first two episodes got me hooketh!! I still cannot believe how the drama managed to keep me on my edge especially during the last 5 minutes of every episode. The pacing is even faster than Flower of Evil, and since this drama went back and forth between past and future, it keeps me guessing whether their efforts would bear fruit.

Will Kim “Sexy Brain” Seo Jin and Han “I-Know-No-Fear” Ae Ri succeed in fighting the evil, who at this point in time remains unknown? I know Chairman Yoo Seo Il is currently being hinted as the culprit behind everything but I know better that he is just a puppet who sold his soul to the real devil who most likely is in the higher ranks in politics. I mean he even hinted at his remorse for what happened with Taejung Town 19 years prior. My suspicion is he is trying to cover up whatever happened because otherwise his own family would be at risk, so his only option is to redeem himself by doing something about the Taejung Town. I could be wrong, but regardless of who turns out to be the real villain in the story, I can say I am so satisfied by how the story has progressed so far.

The time paradox still hurts my brain, but I am choosing that this drama does not assume that time is linear.

There is still not enough people watching this drama and I’m begging you all to go and catch up before it ends in two weeks time.

6. More than Friends (JTBC)

A little trivia: I reblog most of the posts from @kdramastuff even if I am not watching the show at the point of reblogging the posts. I had been following her posts on this drama for 3 weeks, and I finally decided to marathon all 6 episodes and joined the watching party.

More than Friends was another drama that many people called a disappointment but I had a different opinion on it. Yes, I used to be the nerd who had different opinions on many things in high school sue me

The drama is premised on Kyung Woo Yeon who is said to have a crush on her high school friend, Lee Soo for 10 years. Lee Soo is nowhere near to be the perfect boyfriend material. He is selfish, does not care about other people’s feelings, and was always a lone ranger.

BUUUUUUT, Lee Soo seemed to show signs of care and affection (even though it was not at all for a normal person’s standard) for Woo Yeon. Surprisingly, he seemed to only do it for Woo Yeon and gave attention to Woo Yeon alone, even though he could practically pick and choose anyone he liked from the swarm of girls who were chasing him.

One day, he told Woo Yeon that he had to leave to the US to study, which made our girl sad. She decided to confess at the airport, but he outright turned her down, saying he only wanted to be friends with her. Over the time, they kept running into each other by coincidence (note: her name Woo Yeon is a wordplay on coincidence in Korean). Later, it was revealed that he wanted her to always be by his side, but he has built a wall as tall as the Great Wall of China before the idea of love so he didn’t realise what his true feeling for Woo Yeon was all along.

Woo Yeon, who felt sick of the ten-year crush, decided to end the “curse” and kissed him by the beach, thinking of getting a closure on her crush.

Long story short, Lee Soo finally realised his feeling for her and decided to confess, but by that time, a young, handsome, rich CEO of a conglomerate has entered into the picture. Cue the game of cat and mouse between Lee Soo and Woo Yeon about resentment, regret and relationship.

This drama was promoted as a romcom, but it feels more like a slice-of-life drama with a mix of melo and romcom in there. Seriously, I cried buckets watching this drama, not something you’d expect from a romcom. The dialogues were well-written, with each episode revolving around a specific theme. This was such a good drama coming from a rookie writer.

This drama did not have that many viewers to begin with, and many of those few people dropped it along the way, including the one who was responsible in getting me hooked into this drama :p By the end of it, there were so few people talking about this drama in the tag (shout out to @dohyunsoo @have-yet-to-decide @starfire-s @thbn-anything for keeping me company to the very end of this drama)

This drama broke my record of screenshots per episode and total screenshots for any show. Until now, I have yet to finish posting them. I should probably upload more screenshots later tonight.

This drama had some AMAZING shots in the first half, with beautiful sceneries mostly in Seoul. It’s like what they said, “a daily occurrence for you, a trip for me”.

7. Oh My Baby (tvN)

I did not even remember watching this drama!! It was only after scrolling through my gallery that I saw I had shared some posts on my ig story about the drama.

It was in the middle of a lockdown when this drama aired and many of my memories from back then feel so distant to me.

The plot was not THAT good, but this drama is something you may consider if you like torturing yourself about the struggle of wanting to have a baby.

8. Once Again (KBS2)

Arguably one of the weekend family drama KBS2 in a while that kept me waiting for new episodes in front of my TV. Some people are turned off by weekend family drama because they tend to have slow pacing which makes viewers feel like they are being dragged to one of those boring corporate events that you would rather miss and wish you could be literally anywhere else.

Because this drama had more pairing than the typical weekend family drama, the story did take some time before it was on full momentum. It did feel like the drama could have been better with even one less sibling to worry about, but it was a fun watch in the middle of lockdown.

Will I watch it again? I’d rather rewatch House of Bluebird (starring Lee Joon Hyuk and Lee Sang Yeob as friends to enemies to friends again) because that drama spoke to me in a way that was more relatable. No hate to Once Again though. I just prefer House of Bluebird better.

Note: Justice for Song Ga Hee and her lovely son, Kim Ji Hoon. He had to grow up so much because of what happened to his mother, that it broke Ga Hee’s heart. And mine of course

9. Secret Forest 2 (tvN)

I watched Secret Forest once it has finished and I fell in love with the drama! Imagine my excitement when they announced Secret Forest 2 with my three main characters reprising their roles. No hate to Yoon Se Ah, I love her, but her screen time in Secret Forest was not enough to make me excited about her return. But I was pleased with her role in Secret Forest 2 and I hope if there is a third season, her character gets the redemption arc that she yearns for.

Secret Forest 2 was not as intense as the brilliant original, but I understood that it had to do with the overall theme of the season, and the theme required the script to be as such. Some people may argue me on this, but I still think what they pulled off was brilliant.

Too bad there was a severe lack of Lee Joon Hyuk on my screen though.

10. Tale of the Nine-Tailed (tvN)

Well. This drama went far beyond my expectation. The OTP was to die for. No such thing as miscommunication trope. This drama did not waste time on unnecessary drama. The pacing was incredibly fast, even faster than Kairos. Although to be fair, Kairos had to play with two different timelines and required time to establish the setting.

I’m sad about what happened to Lee Rang, but he did what he did, and he would never be able to erase that much pain from his memory even if the deities decided to be lenient on him because of his roles in killing off Imoogi. A fresh start as a human seemed like a fair reset to his life, and I hope he lives well, surrounded by people who love him.

I was never a fan of Jo Bo Ah (no hate on her, I was just indifferent) but this drama opened my eyes to what an incredible actress she is. I wish her a successful career ahead.

#365 repeat the year #365: repeat the year #do you like brahms #do you like brahms?#flower of evil #into the ring #kbs memorials #mbc kairos #more than friends #oh my baby #kbs once again #secret forest 2 #tale of the nine tailed #kdrama #kdrama review #kdrama opinion #personal #annual drama recap

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underatedcharactersunite · 4 years

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Driving Home For Christmas!

Summary; You work for Baratheon Jewellers, Jon Snow is apart of the Stark family company who creates many beautiful pieces that are sold in your store. However, Jon is a notorious flirt and arrogant git, but what happens when you see Jon walking down the street after an horrible encounter with Catelyn. Modern AU. Pairing; Jon Snow x Female Reader WordCount;1,730 Warnings; Strong Language

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Jon Snow was a man who antagonised you to no end. Every day he can into your jewellery store delivering a new pieces of jewellery that he crafted. Jon Snow appeared every bit arrogant as he was rude. Jon entered every room believing he owned it To top it off Jon continuously threw flirtatious comments in your direction.

Stark jewellers were one of your largest clients, so you couldn't afford to anger your bosses by being rude to Jon Snow the illegitimate son of CEO Ned Stark. You needed this job, you couldn't afford to lose your job on top of Christmas.

Besides, apart from your negative interactions with Jon, you truly loved your job. Your boss Robert Baratheon was the best boss you'd ever had. He was kind, understanding and extremely funny. If you needed anything you knew you could turn to your boss As well s your interactions with the other members of the Stark family were never negative. You would go as far to consider, Sansa Arya and Robb as friends of yours.

As Christmas drew closer, busier you became. Customers came in there hundreds if not thousands trying to locate their perfect gift for their love one. You lost count of the number of customers you'd wrapped gifts for after their consultations. You were definitely on your way to achieve best seller for that extra Christmas bonus.

"Love, Jon will be coming in today to drop some more stock. Would you be able to handle it for me? I'm up to my eyes in paperwork and Joffery's decided to ditch once again. Honestly, you try to teach your son a trade. At least Gendry and Tommen want to learn the family business."

"Yeah of course I will. Don't worry about anything, I've got it covered" You continued to wipe down one of the many glass cabinets. Robert approached you carefully as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Love. Remember if you need anything all you need to do is ask. I see you as one of my daughters. Alright, I'll see you later, call me if you need anything."

"See you later, Robert." As he left, you suddenly felt a sinking feeling. Another day would soon be destroyed by the presence of Jon Snow. You could only hope your interaction would be short.

A couple of hours later, you were attending to an elderly gentlemen who was currently searching for his wife. Thy had been together for nearly thirty years.

"I don't know what I'm doing. There are so many options." Smiling, you hadn't be relieved to interact with such a sweet customer.

"It's okay Sir, feel free to take all the time you need. I can make you something to drink if you like. Picking the right present for a loved one ne can be difficult."

"Thank you for being so patient with me. Do you have someone special to buy a gift for this holiday season?

"No Sir, not this yearr" A frail hand rested ontop of yours, as you were met with a kind smile.

"You will meet your person, you mustn't give up hope"

"You could always buy me a special present." You fought the sudden urge to roll your eyes, Jon finally decided to make an appearance. Two hours late.

"Hello, Jon. I'll just hope this gentleman, and then I'll be over to you" Jon quickly took a seat in one of the leather chairs located in the centre of the room.

"I don't mind waiting, not for you Sweetheart." Jon sent you an overzealous wink. Shrugging him off, you returned your full attention to the elderly gentleman.

Never before had you been grateful for an indecisive customer. Throughout, you felt Jon's eyes running all over you. You friend from snapping at him. Although Jon's passive-aggressive antagonization couldn't halt your alation when the elderly gentleman chose a beautiful matching set of ruby earrings and necklace. The gentleman was ecstatic he managed to combat his indecisiveness.

Although the moment he left the store, you were forced to place your full attention onto Jon. As he strode up to the counter, you quickly forced a smile onto your lips.

"The way you engaged with that old man just now was pretty sexy"

"Thank you Jon. It's called being a personable human, perhaps you should try it sometime."

"I'll try it, if you let me take you out on a date"

"ell it looks like your staying as the arrogant, childish rude man child that you are. Robert mentioned you were here to deliver more stock"

"Straight to business, there I thought we were getting somewhere"

"Jon we are never going to et somewhere. Now can we just get on with it, so I can go home."

"Have a long day, if you let me I could make it longer."

"You're disgusting" You pulled the keys out of your trouser pockets as you open the door to the backroom.

As you marked off all the brand new stock from Stark Jewellers, Jon continued to stare at you. Honestly, did he need a picture?

"You can leave now. I'm closing now so I can go home."

"I thought we were having a good time" Walking directly past jon, holding the door wide open.

"Now get out!" Reluctantly, jon left leaving you alone to close, you knew it was only a matter of time before your next interaction.

*****

"I can't wait to go. The Bahamas is the most beautiful place" Sandy beaches, crystal blue oceans, amazing cultures. I wish you cold to come with us, you'd have a great time." Sansa's excitement could light up a whole room. The Stark's worked extremely hard, so the trip would act as a well deserved break.

"Maybe, I'll be able to go one day." Wiping down the glass cabinets you try desired to go the Bahamas one day, unfortunately,y this year is not it.

"Are you doing anything for Christmas? I don't want you to be alone. You're the last person who deserves to be alone on Christmas."

"i'll be fine, beside's you'll have a great time. Enjoy your vacation you deserve it. I'm just having a quiet Christmas this year. Everyone's off doing their own thing and my sister will be around for Boxing Day."

"As long as you wont be alone"

"I won't I promise."

It's Christmas Eve, after a grueling shift all you wanted to do was get home and relax. To make matters worse, it had started snowing. With the roads slipery and traffic choatic, everything appeared to be a snail's pace.

As you were driving home, you saw familiar silhouette waling in the distance. Rolling down your window, you confirmed your suspicion. Jon Snow was indeed sulking down the street with a suitcase in tow. Sansa had informed you there plane would take off at six that evening. So why was Jon walking down the street?

You had no idea what conspired in you to do what you did next. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit, but you pulled over. Stepping out of the car , you quickly ran cautiously to catch up to Jon.

“Jon, why are you not on the plane?” You called out, Jon immediately stopped upon hearing the unusually soft tone of your voice.

“Why do you care? Just go home! It’s Christmas Eve, be with your family”

“I don’t have anywhere to be. Get in the car, it’s cold out and the paths are beginning to get dangerous”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Call it the Christmas spirit. Now get in the car your coming home with me.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Jon just get in the car!”

*****

The drive home was slow and cantankerous. Everyone trying to get somewhere and they were impatient about it. Now with Jon in the car, you were even more anxious.

“This is not the way to my house” Jon mentioned as you turned the heating on higher. Was there no end to this drive home?

“We’re not going to your house. We’re going to mine. No-one, not even you is going to spend Christmas alone.”

“I won’t be alone. I’ll go stay with Sam or Tormund”

“Bullshit! Sam is taking little Sam and Gilly to Lapland and Tormund is gone home this Christmas. So are you gonig to meraciously get a flight on Christmas Eve”

“How do you know what they’re up to?”

“There is this wonderful thing called social media. I also attend most Stark parties and I think your friends are pretty nice. You know between the Stark’s, the Baratheon’s and my sister, they are all the family I have.”

“They treat you more like family then they do me. I must be something truly pathetic when the woman that hates me is the only one who has bothered to be nice to me.”

“Jon, I don’t hate you. I never have. So what happened at the airport?”

“At least that’s one of you. Catelyn still sees me as nothing more than the result of my Father’s mistake.

“Jon, you’re way more than that. You are creative and talented, kind to everyone else. So in this instance, Catelyn is very wrong.

“I was looking forward to go to the Bahamas, but I guess I’m stuck here now.”

“Hey! I don’t think I’m not that bad of company”

“No your not.” The silence in the car echoed loudly, the atmosphere was thick and tense unlike any emotion ever conveyed between you both. Suddenly, you found yourself questioning, why you despised him in the first place. Here you were stuck in a car driving home on Christmas Eve. How more of a Hallmark movie could you get?

Being stuck in traffic wasn’t helping. Suddenly, Jon’s arms wrapped around the back of the chair.

“Looks like we’re going stuck in this traffic for a while”

“Yeah it does” The tension between was beginning to get overwhelmed your hands resting tightly on the steering wheel.

“Fuck it!” As if the two of you were thinking the something both of you leaned over the counsel as your lips clashed with one another. Jon’s hand gripped the back of your head as you pulled on his shirt. An eruption of a car horn broke your embrace apart.

Moving your car forward, you struggled to catch your breath.

“Was that my Christmas present” Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help the smile that it caused.

“You can have more when we get to mine”

“I’ve never been more glad that Catelyn let me of family plans.”

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ficsnroses · 4 years

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T-Shirt - Keanu Reeves x Reader Oneshot

Just some domestic fluff :)

Word Count : 2.3K

Warnings : Tons of fluff, *Light* NSFW, a post sex scene.

Summary : Keanu wears his Arch shirts practically everywhere, leaving his wife, Y/N, slightly annoyed, until they’re forced to spend a month apart.

A/N : Gotta love his ratty old Arch shirts. They really do make him look dreamy, so I had to write this. This fic is composed of a bunch of drabbles in a sense. Each line break represents a new day. I’d love to hear what you all think ❤️ Enjoy!

On a spring Saturday evening, Y/N stands anterior to her washroom mirror, finishing the final touches of her makeup. With the stereo playing 80’s hits softly in the background, she hears her husband, Keanu shuffle around their shared bedroom, getting ready for the evening as well.

The setting sun still lusters through the bedroom windows; the natural luminosity hits all the highlights of her face seamlessly, she strokes on a peachy blush to compliment her blooming eyes, finishing with a spritz of her husband’s favourite perfume. As she stows away her goodies and beauty knick knacks, a strong pair of hefty, toned arms circle around her waist.

“Hmmm you smell nice.” Keanu murmurs into the soft dip of her neck, gently swaying her in place, to the music softly purring in the four walls. With a giggle, she reaches up to scratch his bearded cheek, her other hand placing over his that holds her close, through a gentle squeeze.

“It’s your favourite.” She smiles, watching him trail delicate kisses along her neck through the dainty glass mirror, slowly progressing up towards her ear, wetter by the second. “Woah there, easy tiger.” She chuckles, giving his hand a tighter squeeze. “Not now, we’re going to be late, babe.” Attempting to squiggle out of his embrace, she hears the rumble of his chest.

“I love you.” He states, placing a final kiss to the top of her head, letting her go.

“I love you too.” She returns, watching him stroll to his side of the washroom counter, brushing a comb briefly through his hair, dabbing the perfect amount of cologne to his skin. He turns to leave the washroom, with Y/N following him behind in his steps.

“You ready, love?” He inquires, grabbing hold of his navy blue blazer from the coat hanger, throwing it on. As he fixes the seams, positioning it flat against his frame, he notes Y/N’s brows knit together, raising slight as she watches him.

“…What?” Keanu asks, unsure of what Y/N had grown rather…displeased about.

Biting her lip, Y/N speaks. “Please tell me you’re not wearing your Arch shirt to my parent’s dinner party.” She presses.

“I put a blazer over it?” His voice goes higher as he debates.

Y/N rolls her eyes, mumbling to herself, with her fingers rubbing just above her left brow. “You can’t be serious, Keanu.” She sighs, pacing towards the walk in closet they shared. “A blazer doesn’t make up for the fact that it’s a ratty old t-shirt.” She squeezes the bridge of her nose.

“Hey, I thought you like my Arch shirts,” He frowns, watching the wardrobe door as her voice chimes out. “I do, but not at an event at my parent’s house where everyone’s going to be. Please throw on a dress shirt or something?” She peeks her head out of the wardrobe, frowning. “For me?”

Keanu lets out a deep exhale, shimmying off his blazer, discarding his beloved Arch shirt over his head and onto the bed. Slumping his shoulders, he moves. “Fine, but only for you.” He mutters, following her voice to the wardrobe doors.

On a midnight evening, with the only light radiating the pitch black bedroom walls, coming in the form of the dewy bedside lamp, Keanu lets out a final grunt laced with a sultry moan into the evening air. His coffee hued strands of hair cling to his forehead, silken with a thin layer of sweat slick on his skin.

Y/N gasps as she feels him leave her body, her tiny breathes attempting to collect herself putting a smile on her husband’s face. Falling beside her on his back, his gaze hot and heavy on the ceiling above, he extends an arm out to pull her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her temple.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, smirking as his cocoa orbs gloss over her eyes sealed, content in the moment as she rests in his side, coming down from her high. She nods in response, turning to bury her face further into his side as her arm drapes over his waist. With a gratified, fulfilled sigh, she plants an affectionate kiss to his shirtless chest, sitting herself up slightly on her elbows. “Can you pass me a shirt, Ke?” She whispers, wincing at the empty soreness he’d left between her legs, appreciating the calm after their pre - sleep rumble.

Keanu grins, opening his muscled arms to pull her over and down gently onto his chest, allowing her shirtless modesty to press against his unadorned chest. He chuckles quietly, embedding another kiss to her hair as he holds her close. “I like you sans shirt.”

She rolls her eyes, ultimately giving in with a smile. “You’ve seen me sans shirt enough tonight.” With her cheek pressed against his chest as they lay, taking in some much needed down time where they felt connected in each other’s vulnerable touch, Y/N pulls away, moving back to her side of the bed. Through a yawn, holding the blanket over her exposed breasts, she murmurs. “I’m getting sleepy.”

Keanu smiles at how beautiful she looks, skin gleaming from their session, a form of her only he was allowed to appreciate. Reaching down to the bedside floor, he grabs his t-shirt he wore before, handing it to her.

Looking down at it, Y/N gives him a questionable look.

“You have so many shirts, Ke. Why do you always wear the same three Arch shirts every day.” She bats her eyes again, sighing. Moving closer, she pushes his hair back out of his face, her stifling voice suggesting. “You look so sexy in nice shirts, that aren’t ripped or worn out.”

He rolls his eyes, turning away to set his alarm for the next morning. Y/N frowns, seeing him ignore her complaints. “Babe!” She whines, crossing her arms.

She shifts closer to him again.

“Ke, it’s literally got holes in it.” She states, holding the fabric between her hands to show him. “See?” She points.

“Nice n breezy. They’ll help you cool down.” He smirks, eyeing her still slightly flustered, flushed skin. Y/N groans, throwing a pillow at him as he laughs.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give you a different one.” He says. “Only after you join me in the shower…” he finishes, taking hold of her hand.

“Keanuuu!” Y/N calls from the kitchen counter, sipping on her earthy noted morning dark. She’d woke up before Keanu, as she currently waited for him to finish his morning shower before they would head out together to run some errands. As she browses her phone, the pattering rain stays audible through the glass doors and kitchen windows, simpering outside.

In a moment, Keanu’s thudding steps rushing down the stairs can he heard. He runs a hand through his messy locks, ends slightly wet from his shower. He wears his dark blue jeans and another damn Arch t-shirt.

Rushing to his lady’s side, Keanu wraps an arm around her, dipping just enough to come in contact with her mouth. With a quick kiss, he smiles into her lips. “Morning, sweetheart.” The smell of freshly pressed coffee consumes his senses.

“Morning. Another day, another Arch shirt.” Y/N titters, taking another sip of her coffee.

“This one is new.” Keanu states in a matter of fact tone, pointing to the dark gray, clean and crisp shirt that rests on his torso. “You really hate my Arch shirts, huh.” Keanu grins, pouring himself a cup at the counter. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, raising off her seat to follow him. With her arms wrapping around his waist, she engulfs him in a hug from behind, leaning her head on him. Lacing his hand with hers that rests gently on his stomach, his spare brings the cup to his lips.

“I don’t hate them, baby.” She presses a kiss to his back, taking in his smoky smell of a morning cigarette and pine. “I love Arch, you know I do. I’m so proud of you.” He turns around in her embrace, slightly towering over her with a goofy smile on his face. “But I also love seeing my man in nice shirts, like your plain black one with the nice cut, or your henleys. Or your sexy dress shirts.” She smirks, pointing a finger lightly, tapping to his chest.

He smiles, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to her forehead. Y/N sighs, cupping his cheek. “Can you please at least wear your leather jacket over this” She pulls at his shirt. “It’s rainy and cold out today.” She finishes with a kiss to his jaw, breaking out of his embrace, walking to grab her own coat before they head out.

Keanu smiles, knowing there’s someone, someone his that babies him to wear jackets in the cold, and makes him morning coffee.

Someone that cares, just as much as he cares about her.

The airport was cold and melancholy that morning, or perhaps, that’s just how she’d felt saying goodbye. It broke their hearts to have to be separate for an aching, excruciating long month as Keanu shot out of town for his next film.

“Hey, I’ll be back before you know it, princess.” Keanu empathized, soothing strokes on her back as she hugged him close one final time. She sighs a breathy sigh, brushing her thumb over his cheek, staring into his mahogany eyes.

“I know. Its just hard when I’m in the house alone without you. I don’t like sleeping in our bed when you’re not there.” She quietly speaks into his neck, feeling him kiss her forehead.

“I know, I don’t like falling asleep in empty hotel rooms without you either.” He frowns. People stare as they walk by, catching glimpse of movie star Keanu Reeves saying goodbye to his wife. The paparazzi are scarce, yet still there, a few flashes let them know they’re watching.

But Keanu didn’t care. He was having a much needed moment with the love of his life, and he knew he needed to be there for her right now.

Not just for her, but for himself.

It hurt him each time to be away from her.

“But…you’ll be back before you know it.” Y/N smiles, tapping his chest, repeating his words from earlier as she despondently pulls back. “I know you’re excited about this one. You’re gonna kill it, I just know.” She grins, cupping his cheek.

“I love you so much, don’t forget it.” He whispers, moving in to kiss her one last time before he’d be gone. Together, they smile into the kiss, enjoying the relish in the alter of each other’s taste, before they’d be apart for a month too long. He chuckles, pressing their foreheads together in their last few moments.

“At least you get a break from my Arch shirts.”

As Y/N sits on her bed, she watches the rain fall on a disconsolate Sunday morning. It glides down the window glass, flowing down to the pavement below, the rattle audible on the drumming roof. She feels her heart heavy at the depressing, miserable weather, but more so at the thought of a lonely Sunday.

Normally, Sunday mornings were when Y/N and Keanu got to spend much needed time together, both being homebound all day. They’d wake up together with affectionate morning cuddle sessions, tender caresses of each other’s skin and gentle kisses shared left and right. They’d eat breakfast together after impromptu dance sessions in their kitchen, catching up on the shows they’d shared together on the living room couch, limbs tangled. The rest of the day would be spent doing chores, or by the window, with his head rest in her lap and two hefty novels propped in each their grips. Sometimes, they’d go out for an evening walk hand in hand, where the sunset glow would make Keanu fall in love with her each time it cast on her rosy cheeks, or lounge together by the poolside with their favourite tunes and jams blaring.

Sundays were for them, and they had been for as long as they’d been together.

Slowly, the longer he’d been away, his smell had started to fade from the house, she’d find herself sniffing his cologne for solace every now and then. If she closed her eyes for just long enough, it would feel as if he’d actually been there, gone before she may open them again to the lonesome daylight.

As she scans her eyes around the room, in search of nothing in particular, her eyes cease on the dresser beside their wardrobe.

Keanu’s favourite Arch shirt, the one that had begun to plaster holes and rips at the seams, had been resting on the countertop all week he’d been gone. She hadn’t thought much about it until today, as she sat alone, missing him dearly. With a sigh, she raises herself, dragging her feet towards it.

She smiles at the thought of his darn Arch shirts. Something so uniquely him. So reminiscent of him.

As it comes clasp in her grip, she brings it to her nose with her eyes tight shut, inhaling deep. The smell of his scent still entrenched in the joints of the fabric, his cigarettes smoked, his woody cologne, lingering leather paired precisely with the scent of something so uniquely him.

Just him, and nothing else.

Her favourite scent.

As her phone rings that evening, she sees his face pop onto her screen, her heart immediately fluttering at the thought of seeing him soon.

“Hey, darling.” Keanu smiles, holding the camera to his face. “I missed you so much today, it’s Sunday.” His smile fades to a frown. “That’s kinda our day, right?

Y/N nods lightly, a small smile evident on her lips as she watches him move. Each part of him seems perfect to her, perfectly crafted, perfectly put, embellished with all things good.

All things she loved.

“I missed you so much too. How was shoot today?”

Keanu’s brows furrow together, as a smirk channels his lips. “Is that…my Arch shirt?” He points to their mountain of pearly white pillows they share on their bed behind her.

Y/N bites her lip, raising her shoulders slightly. “Maybe…”

“I really don’t understand you sometimes. I can’t wear an Arch shirt at home without you groaning.”

She smiles, shifting back as she lays her head down on his pillow, the shirt in close proximity. Content and at ease for the first time that day, she sighs, before her lips move again to illume.

“It reminds me of you, so I guess it can stay.”

Keanu chuckles on the other end, his playful giggle warming the crooks of her heart with each sound.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Don’t forget it.”

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cwopf · 4 years

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MY THEORY OF GILLOVNY

What if these two actually are together in real life. What if it IS a possibility. As lunatic as it seems, I can’t help but think about it. I have a life of my own, believe me, yet I keep coming back to this thought every once in a while, because I admit I’ve never seen anything like it before and I am not someone who gives even a flying fuck about celebrities. But these two make me wonder and I don’t know what is it about them, but I somehow want to believe in them.

What if their undeniable chemistry truly is real and their love is so much more than just a friendship.

What if Peter Morgan truly is nothing but a colleague and some kind of publicity she caught herself in, because even with all the “proof” of them being a couple, something just doesn’t sit right.

Her behavior, the gestures around him, it just doesn’t seem like a well loved, happy beyond dream kinda woman, I don’t physically see it. I truly don’t get the “love of my life” vibe. Do you?

Stiff, reserved and all in all a bit cold even, they truly make me wonder if it might be just a PR stunt. And, look, if I saw her crazy happy with a guy I’d be happy for her, totally. But, this? Nah, I don’t buy this shit.

Which, when I look back at all the gillovny moments, as crazy as it was, makes me believe that it was more than just an acted out exaggeration. And not even just a deep, year long friendship.

What if it truly passed all of that and became a romance at some point, and a big one. It certainly did look like it at a time. And while it currently looks like it had already ended, it made me think - what if that’s the point?

It takes a fool not to notice their ways towards each other, and even with all the denials, which sure make it hard to believe, when you see it for yourself it naturally comes as a possibility. It seems like a waste not to pursue something like that.

If we go back to the hints. The random sightings. Some might be made up, I am sure, but then some seem just crazy accurate.

What’s with the random dates in their lives, how can it all be so synchronized. Is it just random luck or is it an ode or a message to one another of some sort?

Why were they spotted in the same places so many times, randomly and out of their professional time together. Why the visits on sets, the airport sightings, the deleted tweets that seemed to reveal a little bit too much, the supposed holiday trips to the same destinations.

Why do people in the biz say stuff like “You mean Gillian and David? They’re not married, but they have been together for a while now.” Why does a random person (who apparently works for tv) on fb wish them a happy bday, then posts about how they have been together for a while now and how it was a nice surprise. And why would someone just say that out of the blue? Yep, it probably meant nothing. But, again. What if there was some truth to that? And that was only a fucking year ago.

How do two people accidentally get crippled at the same time? Also the stories from that same event, of how they love each other and their gestures towards one other, them arriving together and entering separately? What the hell are people noticing? Wasn’t she already kinda supposedly taken by then?

Why does she always wear the link bracelet, she wore it in their “good times” and it truly seems like a gift from D, which, of course, we will never know matter of fact, but it just feels like it. She has it on constantly, it seems so telling. She also wears it on red carpets with PM all the time and on almost every photoshoot. What IF it is from DD, wouldn’t that say something?

Also the necklace with a link he once wore on the stage of one of his concerts, could that very link be a part of her chain? If yes, then that is some deeply romantic shit.

Also the recent interviews, one in particular comes to mind. First, her mentioning her supposed boyfriend subtly and only saying the name out loud when asked about it, then proceeding to talk about her “partner” and telling a story of how they were talking about the aging process, but how they respect it because they are both going through it. Why does it feel like the mentioned totally fits someone else, like she’d discuss such a thing with someone who has been a part of her life for a long time and she had inevitably experienced this process with during the years. Does this click for anyone else too, or am I crazy and making up shit?

This was the moment when I stopped to think if just maybe there was a crazy possibility of David still being in her life.

Why does she speak about it being so good not living with her man and how she doesn’t see him that often, but when she does it’s special and it works for them.

While she must have been seeing her “current man” on set all the time. Do you notice how a lot of stuff that are supposedly about PM just don’t add up? Also, again, does the story make you think about someone else as well?

Also, have to throw this in here. The Christmas Jonathan Ross show. The sudden David (dick) reference. The Rob Lowe (apparently a good friend of David’s) saying “not far off from what I’ve been told” then both of them giggling together, almost as if an inside joke. The kind that gives off the vibe of making you wonder if the size thing’s something she’d accidentally blab out and brag about jokingly at some dinner party they once shared.

Why does she usually not give a fuck about half the stuff said, yet she would feel so shaken by people’s disbelief to publicly put it out on twitter about PM being the “love of her life” just to defend that idea? Why does it not seem like her at all? Why do I feel making a joke or being sarcastic about it would fit her more?

Is her SM being totally under control?

Maybe the penis and yoni of the day (along with Nelson) are one of the rare outlets right now, even that being some pre-approved idea for having it seem like she’s being her regular self, cause that’s something that we know fits her character.

But when you think about it, it is still a mini subtle commercial for SexEd. Which I love, yet...Netflix. Again.

Also, the constant mentioning of Netflix along with PM in her stories, desperately trying to fit him somewhere. Like the “what do you eat during quarantine” and bam: “when me and Pete hosted a dinner we froze a chocolate cake...” Riiight. Is it just me, or does it seem like trying way too hard?

Which makes me think of all the contrary. If we go back to the past Gillovny fuckery...“he’s in the shower” and “I’m with schmoopie” shirts and “chewie’s girlfriend” and the twitter saga. What if it was intentionally done that way to make people think “what if”, but obviously take it as a joke, because of course that’s what it is. But was it? Maybe they just knew no one would truly buy it so they could play around for a little bit and actually be a couple for a minute, make out on Kimmel and fuck around on twitter. Propaganda? Maybe.

Some truth in that? God damn it, almost feels like it. Sure felt way more natural, sexy and loving than any of the stuff going on today.

What if we hate MP for no reason, what if she’s just truly a fucking assistant, a help and nothing but it. What if G hugged her after the play in London out of gratitude, because she’s just a prop they need to act this shit out. What if it’s all a big shitshow, but a shitshow nonetheless.

What if I will say the silliest shit of all time and boldly assume...that behind all of this which we do not understand, D&G are still together and fine. What if it was meant to feel like the end to us. But they are there, in secret, because it’s somehow better for them, because they prefer it that way.

What if the shoe pic of “working from home in my Dune London shoes” a day prior to his 60th birthday is just another way to turn people away from that idea and subtly make them not even question anything, while in reality she is with him, somewhere, celebrating his 60th birthday. And things are much brighter for them than what they seem.

I might be so wrong, so off. But something is going on in the background and there are way too many things I do not buy.

Also, it was honestly more probable to me that they were once together, but fell apart somewhere along the way, I believed that and it totally seemed like a probable scenario.

Until the very subtle, yet interesting stuff that have been going on made me question it again, maybe it’s silly, but when I connect the dots, like the constant bracelet wearing, the talking about a partner and not mentioning the name, but referencing stuff that feel completely Gillovny, aging with someone, long distance shit, random people still stating “they have been together for a while now, nice surprise”. Maybe it’s a load of bullshit, but it also just makes it seem like he still might be there, somewhere, after all.

How the hell did I end up here? I ask myself this constantly. I still have no idea.

Yes, it is so fucking crazy. But this is where I leave this at.

#gillovny #david duchovny #gillian anderson #gillian and david #the x files

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rymndsmth · 4 years

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prim & unproper

based on this request from anon, i hope it’s to your liking 😳

a/n: due to your skill set, ray recruits you to help with a special mission. 18+

“Why her then?”

Your ears picked up on chatter going on between Coach and some guy you assumed was a business associate. The mat pushed back as you bounced lightly on your feet, watching the opponent who was regaining their composure from the last punch you’d landed square in their jaw.

“Oi,” Coach whistled to get your attention. “Finish it already. I told you to stop playing with your food like some cat.”

You smirked. He did just instruct you on that before the sparring began, but where was the fun in that? Plus, people didn’t want to pay a bunch of quid just to see someone get laid out in a few seconds.

As he asked, you finally put an end to the fight with a signature combo. The opponent tried to get a jab in, which you quickly evaded before landing a kick in their stomach. It carried so much force that they ended up against the ropes.

You shoved a knee into the same spot they took the last hit. While their head was bowed, you spun, lifted your leg mid circle and brought your heel down on top of their skull as you returned to your original standing place. They met the mat with a smack, the only indication of them being somewhat okay was a groan.

“Happy?” You smiled.

Coach sighed exaggeratedly. “Come down here, I need you to do something.”

Your body weaved between the ropes as you descended to the floor. That business associate looked like he belonged in the banking district of London, not in the ends that they were. He was a pretty one too, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up with that scowl and his beard.

“Y/N, this is Ray.” He introduced you two.

You offered a nod in greeting. “What’d you need from me?”

Coach got to looping you in on the discussion they’d been having during your practice. Ray worked for Mickey, a man you knew to be equally as charming as he was brutal.

He was a proper legend in the streets despite being a Yank. Your respect for him, and fear to be honest, were both reasons why you sat out that stupid raid set up by the rest of The Toddlers. You did, however, help yourself to some of that weed.

Due to that mishap, as Coach explained, he now owed a debt. Ray here needed a companion to help him extract information from someone while their guard was down. Which was where you came in.

“Because I’m a woman.” You stated matter of factly. “I’m sure a bloke like yourself has a bird, why don’t you just use her?”

“I need you because you’re a woman. But even more so because you can do,” Ray scanned you from head to toe.

That made sense. You noticed that he didn’t acknowledge your little comment about him having a girlfriend. Another thing that was apparent was the warmth you felt beneath your skin under his gaze.

“Right.” You gathered yourself. “I guess I’m your girl.”

A little bamboozled was how you would describe the way you felt at the moment. When you accepted the proposition for Coach, you assumed you’d just have to walk up to some guy in a pub and lure him into an alley.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

Here you were, standing on the curb in uncomfortably high heels waiting for Ray to arrive. The deep plunging emerald dress he’d had delivered to your place clung to your frame, only separating from your skin where a split came to your upper thigh. With the help of your flatmate, your hair was pinned in an updo and your makeup was simple but made bold with a dark red lip.

Ray’s SUV came around the corner, stopping just in front of you. A little less than effortlessly, you hefted yourself into the high vehicle and clicked on your seatbelt. When you looked up he quickly fixed his head to face forward. Your brows creased, and you peered down at yourself. The dress had ridden up a little higher.

“You look...nice.” He cleared his throat.

“Thanks, darling.” You laughed. “You look normal.”

The two previous occasions you’d seen him on, when you met and when he returned to go over the plan, he’d been dressed to the nines. You started a theory in your head that he only owned three piece suits, probably slept in three piece pajamas too. The outfit he wore currently did nothing to dissuade that. A classic black tux with the vest underneath.

He hummed, starting on his way to the estate where the party was. The drive was going to be a while according to the GPS. Somehow he didn’t strike you as the kind to play music in the car, and he wasn’t very talkative either, so you reclined your seat.

“If you don’t mind me asking.” Ray surprisingly broke the silence. “Why are you the only woman in Coach’s gym?”

It was a question you didn’t get a lot, but one that you knew people thought about all the time. They never asked it because of Coach; he forbade anyone from doing so. Ray didn’t answer to him though, so you guess it was fair game. Not that you minded sharing.

The story was much simpler than you imagined the curious ones believed. Your mom was pregnant with you when she met Coach, and they got together. When you were born, he cared for you like you were his own. To you he was your dad, the only one you’d ever known.

However, this was before he was the guy that tried to keep the youth out of trouble. Coach was still a bit of a mess himself, and when you were 8, he and your mom broke up. A few years later, she got ill and died not long after.

That landed you in the foster system, bouncing around and getting yourself into run ins with the cops. At 15, you’d gotten into it with some kid at school they called Ernie, who’d become your best friend later on, and that’s how you reconnected with him. Coach took you in, and you’ve been training with him ever since.

“He really is a good guy then.” Ray turned into a huge driveway.

“The best of them.” You nodded.

He got out of the car and came around to your side. His large hand engulfed yours as he helped you down. You looked around at the other pairs surrounding you, descending from their luxury cars dripping in jewels that could pay your rent fifty times over.

“Remember the plan?” He whispered.

“Find Berger, lure him away. Easy peasy.” You spoke through your smile.

Ray made a noise of approval as you entered the mansion. Rich people had to be the wildest you’d ever encountered. What was the need for the big, ugly chandeliers, and excessive drapery in the windows?

The two of you mingled for a while, with you playing the role of bashful arm candy to nearly Academy Award winning level perfection. The target had been spotted a while ago, but you were waiting for the right moment to sweep in.

That moment being now, while he was away from his wife. You excused yourself from Ray, giving him the rehearsed line so that he knew to meet you upstairs in two minutes.

“Matthew Berger?” You approached him after swiping a glass of champagne. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

The billionaire’s eyes shamelessly took your body in before he raised your free hand to his lips. You giggled though there was nothing you wanted to do more than to shove your fist in his mouth.

“Only good things, I hope.” He smiled.

“Of course! Although I wonder,” You looked at him through your lashes. “Are you all good, Mr. Berger? That would be quite a shame…”

“Why’s that?” Matthew leaned closer.

It was actually pathetic how easy this was. No matter the amount of money most men had, all it took was some woman making doe eyes and putting on a sexy voice to get them into a subdued state.

“Because I was thinking about doing something very bad with you tonight.” And with that, you knew it was over.

He was basically drooling as you drank the rest of your champagne, and placed the flute on an empty tray. Never once did his eyes leave yours as you ascended the stairs, fingers trailing along the railing.

You entered the library to the left as instructed. The door was left open so that Matthew could see you when he walked by. Your hips had barely slipped onto the desk before he appeared. What an idiot.

“Close the door.” You purred.

He did so without looking back. That was lucky because as the wood moved to seal the room shut it revealed Ray just behind it. It took everything in you not to burst at laughing at how ridiculous this scenario was.

“Hello, Matthew.” He spoke after flipping the lock.

The man nearly jumped out of his skin as he glared at Ray who stood with his hands clasped.

“What is this?” Mr. Berger failed to hide the panic in his voice.

“I’ll tell you if you’d kindly take a seat.” Ray gestured to one of the chairs.

“Or what? You’ll rough me up?” He laughed.

You hopped down from the desk, stepping around the American so that you too stood in front of him.

“No.” Ray’s mouth twitched in a half smile.

He knew you would’ve been waiting all night for this moment. With the unspoken cue he just gave, you backhanded the living daylights out of Matthew. Whether he wanted to or not, he stumbled into a chair.

“I will.” You shrugged.

The interrogation went on like that, Mr. Berger managed to find it in himself to be insufferable between blows. You had no problem dishing them as long as he wanted to take them. There was something behind Ray’s eyes as he watched you strike. It wasn’t surprise or approval, but somewhere in the realm of admiration.

Eventually he caved in, a bit quicker than you liked. There were still a lot more places you had in mind to grab and twist. The man wasn’t built for this kind of stuff though, so you commended him silently for even lasting as long as he did.

Matthew spilled everything to Ray about how he was trying to undercut Mickey in their deal. It was a conversation you felt like you shouldn’t be hearing. You shifted from foot to foot awkwardly until the exchange was done.

“If I go to the airport tomorrow and don’t see you getting on your jet.” He straightened up the beaten man’s shirt. “You know what’s going to happen, right?”

Berger hissed a yes in response.

“Good. Have a nice evening.”

You were about to make you way out of the room, but your movement was halted by a hand at your elbow. Ray’s fingers lingered for a moment before he dropped it.

“Thank you.” He nodded.

“Don’t mention it.” You returned the gesture.

His eyes, darker in this lighting, held onto yours. Suddenly it felt like you were struggling to breathe, like the room was filled with thick, humid air. He was calculating, just as you were, the risk of going through with what you were undoubtedly both thinking.

“Fuck it.” You breathed, rushing to close the gap between you two.

Ray was ready, grabbing handfuls of your ass while you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue wasted no time finding its way into your mouth, starting a battle to determine who would get the upper hand.

You stepped forward, leading the dance. He didn’t miss a beat, travelling back until his legs hit the desk behind him. Your tongues twisted in a storm, lips maneuvering over and between each other as he blindly swept the contents on the surface to the ground.

Ray conceded, deciding to move onto sucking your neck. You choked out a moan, getting lost in his warm mouth and the scratch of his beard. He used that to his advantage to spin you around, and bend you over the desk.

Your hands gathered up the silky dress, bunching it around your waist. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you looked back at him freeing his cock from his trousers. He caught you, and gave you a quick smack on the ass. Your mouth parted in a gasp, and remained there as he pushed your underwear aside and entered you inch by inch.

You arched your back more for him, keeping that curve as you moved your hips back to meet his forward thrusts. Ray’s hands dug in, one on your hip, the other on your shoulder to keep you both steady.

He was so deep inside you that the difficulty to breathe intensified. Every time he bottomed out, he hit your sweet spot, and knocked the air from your lungs. You could feel yourself getting ready to cum at any second.

“I’m,” The word came out slurred as you tried to sling together a coherent sentence.

Ray grunted. “Not yet.”

He pulled out, flipped you over, hitched your legs around his hips, and entered you again. You swore at the new position, the way he felt driving in and out of you. Tears pricked at your eyes when he decided to add in rubbing your clit in broad circles

In no time, you were sighing his name, clamping tightly around his cock. Your chest was still heaving with the come down as he looped his arm around one of your knees, lifting your leg for a better angle to fuck you at.

For the first time, he showed signs of slowing. His eyebrows knitted with the extra effort he had to make in your tightened walls. Ray’s moans started to become more audible as well.

He slid a hand up your body until it reached your lips. They closed around his index and middle fingers before he moved again to circle your neck. You held onto his wrist, your grip increasing in tension the nearer you got to your next orgasm.

A few strokes later, your back bowed with your release. Ray pulled you from the desk and into his chest, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as he finished too. You kissed his hair, giving your soul a minute to settle back into your body.

“Are you alright?” His breath tickled your collarbone.

“I’m fucking fantastic.” You chuckled.

Ray joined in as he pulled out. Like a true gentleman, he handed you his handkerchief to get cleaned up. You would hold onto it until you gave it a wash though. He made himself presentable again with your help. You wiped the lipstick you’d left on his mouth away until there was no trace left.

As much as you enjoyed what had just happened, you couldn’t wait to get the hell away from that party. Ray offered to drive you home, but you shook your head. Coach would want to see you tonight, so you’d might as well swing by the gym.

The drive was quiet again for the most part, it didn’t bother you. That post sex exhaustion was seeping its way into your bones, so you were glad to be relieved of the effort required to carry a conversation. The only exchange that occurred took less than a minute.

“I don’t want that-us-to be a one off.” Ray’s gaze remained on the road ahead.

“Neither do I.” You agreed.

He hummed, resting a hand on your knee. You placed yours over it, threading your fingers between his. The car rolled to a stop not long after in front of the gym. Ray hopped out to help you down, and walk you inside.

“What’s this then?” Ernie whistled catching your attention “Prim and Unproper?”

Ghost cackled. “Man wouldn’t strike you but I wouldn’t put it past her.”

The rest of The Toddlers went wild, someone screaming that they needed to add that to their next song. You flipped them off, and turned back to Ray who looked as if he was partially enjoying their antics.

“I hate to admit it but that’s actually good.” He quipped.

“Goodnight, Raymond.” You groaned, pushing him back outside.

Once you were out of view from the rest, you pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Call me later.”

#charlie hunnam #raymond smith x reader #ray smith x reader #the gentlemen #fics.n

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sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves · 4 years

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Standrew Serial KillerxAddams Family AU with Andrew as Fester and Steven as Debbie

Steven as the fancy golden truffle boy who dates people, acts all innocent, marries them then kills his husbands or wives (we stan pansexual Steven)

Andrew is the “Addams-Ilnyckyj” cousin who has been missing for 10 years now and has only recently returned because he got lost in the Bermuda triangle.

Shane and Ryan are prob the Gomez and Morticia Addams couple here, Shane and Andrew are distant cousins, so Shyan tries to help Andrew woo Steven

We’re gonna make a Shyan lovechild (Brett or OC?), Ryan saying he just wants to have it all, loving husband, family, and time to hunt ghouls and demons for his hellish crusade

Steven is that Nanny that barges into the Addams household saying that they’ll finally “found” someone to take care of their child

Andrew, the most stoic and reserved Addams in their family has finally found someone he actually feels attracted to.

Shyan organizes a welcome back home party for Andrew, all relatives invited.

Shyan lovechild grows suspicious of Steven and knows he’s up to no good with their Uncle Andrew

The party happens and Andrew and Shane dance the Mamushka, since both consider each other almost like brothers (they both killed their brothers or smth cuz the tradition of killing your siblings still runs in this era lmao) or they’re just only childs in general tbh idk

After the Mamushka dance, we’ll have Andrew and Steven dance the Hopak. Apparently, the Cossack cousins of the Addams are from Ukraine, Cossack is a Ukranian dance so, Andrew is that Ukranian Cossack cousin and I love this because I just researched this and it’s too fucking perfect for this AU.

Hopak, originally a male dance that eventually evolved into a couples dance, so we have Andrew and Steven dancing together with fucking knives and it will be beautiful, and sexy, and fucking perfect.

I need to research and watch many dances about Hopak and apparently Hora as well, because the Addams family is apparently Jewish in nature so I need a nice way to imagine them dancing with knives while learning all the terms for this fanfic lmao

Andrew and Steven take a lovely romantic stroll in the Addams graveyard, Steven goes in for a the kill, telling Andrew that he’s a virgin and he’s been waiting for someone to make the ultimate sacrifice with him.

Andrew when Steven said he’s been waiting for someone to make the ultimate sacrifice with: “A goat?”

Steven ignoring Andrew’s brain of equating sacrifice to goat and confessing instead that he loves him to which Andrew replies. “I never would’ve thought you’d feel the same way, I love you so much, I’d kill for you, I’d die for you... I’d pay.”

Steven practically moans seductively when Andrew tells him he’d pay lmao imagining all the gold and truffles he’ll have

A nice beautiful scene of Steven and Andrew digging up the grave of Andrew’s mother so that he could propose to Steven with a beautiful golden ring with blood red rubies on it.

Standrew announces to Shyan that they’re engaged and we have that iconic scene of Debbie-Steven showing the ring and holding a shovel with a psychotic look on his face.

Standrew wedding where Andrew has poured out all his feelings and emotions for the first time, shocking the entire Addams clan, it’s long and prob takes at least thirty minutes to an hour and he has misty eyes while his voice continues to almost break from too much love.

Steven, looking impressed and nodding his head, looks to the priest/uncle It and says: “Ditto.”

Shyan lovechild arguing and saying that Steven is prob gonna kill their Uncle Andrew and continues to wail.

Shane telling Standrew as they leave for their honeymoon “Have a nice life together!” and Steven replies. “I will!”

Cue in Standrew honeymoon and Steven tries to kill Andrew numerous times and gets frustratedly angry when Andrew keeps surviving.

They.Have.Sex.

Steven after amazing sex with Andrew and losing his virginity (Let’s admit it, even though Steven has married and murdered so many people, he didn’t think they were worthy enough for him. But Andrew is “rich-enough” for Steven to lose his virginity for, he thinks. Like the richest catch he’s ever had. And no, Steven thinks it’s not because he’s starting to fall for Andrew.)

He made Andrew promise to never-ever talk or contact his family ever again, Andrew indulges him and agrees.

Steven’s butler driving a hearse to the airport and waiting for Steven to get off his flight from Hawaii. “Hello Mr. Ilnyckyj, where is your husband?” He asks, expecting the husband to be dead.

“Oh he’s right there, getting off the flight.” Steven points to Andrew who’s currently looking at him with heart eyes. Butler: “But he’s alive sir!” he says in shock. Steven in a very angry and frustrated voice. “TELL ME ABOUT IT!”

Andrew: I love you mon cher

Steven: WHO?!

Andrew: mi amor???

Steven: SPEAK IN ENGLISH. or chinese, but he is secretly slowly starting to love the pet names Andrew gives him, don’t worry, we only have tsundere Steven for a short time.

Steven forces Andrew to live with him in a pastel palace that’s very fancy and very un-Addams like, Andrew is intrigued because it’s Steven.

Shyan visits their home to demand to see Andrew, saying it’s not true that Andrew doesn’t want to see them anymore.

Andrew confirms to them that He wants to be alone with Steven now.

Shyan comes home to find that their lovechild has become a pastel monster, very un-Addams like and they cry but accept their child.

Steven tries numerous times to kill Andrew but to no avail.

And this one time that Steven blows up half of their house and finds Andrew “Dead”

He laughs maniacally and says finally but then he’s crying

His tears fall down on Andrew and he opens his eyes and Steven screams.

Andrew: You do care my love

Steven: No! Why are you still alive?! What does it take to kill you monster?!

Andrew laughs and Steven blurts out that he’s been able to kill all of his husbands and wives before but why doesn’t Andrew die?!?!?!

Andrew: because you love me and our love won’t allow us to kill each other

Andrew then explains that he’s known about Steven all this time, that he’s a serial killer, that he loves being this golden fancy boy, and that he even knows that Steven himself is from a notorious serial killer family as well

Steven still in denial but he’s all like “So you’ll let me use your money?”

Andrew: “My love, I love you so much, I’d pay for you and everything else.”

Steven, tsundere but slowly warming up to Andrew, mumbles “Fine, i forgive you.” He grumbles. “And I’ll let you be with your family again.”

Andrew meets the Lims full of serial killer family, only they’re more pastel and shit and he is absolutely in love and their families move to live close to each other and Shyan is also there and they meet the pastel Lim serial killer fam and it’s very very happy and nice and cute and amazing

the end

Wow, this got to be so long and I actually wanna write this but I have so many other Standrew fics in mind so yeah, have this one for now and I’ll think about it if I still wanna write this lmao

It looks and sounds like a lot of fun tbh and I only have to do little research about it I guess to write it perfectly sdjfksandkj

#Standrew #Shyan #steven x andrew #steven lim #andrew ilnyckyj #shane madej #ryan bergara #this is so nice #lmao

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electronicgrowth · 4 years

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My Best

Hi! So, I’ve never written fanfiction before, but this came to me and I started writing it and it got away from me. Plus, there is a major lack of Ransom Drysdale on Tumblr, and I’m a thirsty bitch. Please be kind with my very first fanfic. It probably sucks, but here it is!

“Please state your name for the record.”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“How old are you Miss Y/L/N?”

“24.”

“And you and Ransom Drysdale are involved?”

“Yes.”

“How long have the two of you been involved for?”

“About two years.”

“Miss Y/L/N, can you confirm that Mr. Drysdale was with you on the night in question?”

“Yes.”

“And the video in question was recorded that night?”

“Yes.”

“And you are currently pregnant with Mr. Drysdale’s baby?”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. This wasn’t what I had ever wanted. I was scholarship kid at Boston College. I got the opportunity of a lifetime when Harlan Thrombey offered me a part time gig as a research assistant. Harlan even let me look over his manuscripts and give him notes. He told me he trusted my instincts. Although, I never knew why that was.

That’s how I’d met Ransom. I was a good 10 years younger than him, but I caught his eye. It started out simply, flirting whenever he came to the house. Then Nana got sick.

I went out drinking trying to forgot that the light of my life was sick. And there he was, that motherfucker.

He bought me drink after drink and listened to me talk of Nana. We fucked the first time that night.

From then on we fucked constantly. I spent most nights at his place. It felt good to have someone give a shit. Someone who wanted to pay attention to me.

This went on. I graduated from school. And Harlan maneuvered me to get a job at the publishing company. Much to Walt’s chagrin.

Ransom and I still went at it. I wondered if he was sleeping with other girls. I couldn’t imagine he wasn’t. But I couldn’t find it in me to care. I loved him, but I knew my time with Ransom was limited. I resolved myself to take what I could get.

Then Nana died. After 18 months fighting her cancer she died. I had to go to Minnesota. Ransom begged me to come back by Harlan’s party. Saying he couldn’t face it alone. Unfortunately everything at Nana’s took longer than anticipated. I got back after the party had ended. I even had to go back the next week to tie up some loose knots.

I called Ransom to get me from the airport.

He looked great. He rolled up in his Beamer. He looked so hot. He smirked at me. When I finally reached him, he covered my mouth with his in a heated kiss. His right hand snaked down to grab my ass through the leggings.

“Missed you, baby,” he growled, “Need to get you home so I can fuck you.”

“Take me home then,” I gasped. The ride home to his place was tense. I could see how much he wanted me if his pants were to give me any indication. I kept fidgeting trying to get comfortable.

When we finally pulled up to his place I could barely take it. We barreled into the house. Into his room.

“Baby,” he moaned, “Wanna try something new?” His eyes sparkled mischievously.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked skeptically.

“I know you have to go back to Minnesota in a few days,” he began, “and I missed you so much this last time. Maybe we could film it.”

“Ransom,” I started.

“It would just be for me, baby,” he begged.

“I really don’t know,” I said.

“Come on,” he said, “you know you’re my girl.” I finally looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Y/N,” he said sternly, “I love you.” Three little words and my world was turned upside down. I would like to say that usually I would be more skeptical, that I fell for those words because my Nana had just died, that I desperately needed to be loved in that moment. But I was a fool for Ransom Drysdale. I would have believed him no matter what.

I looked into his eyes, “Say it again.”

“I love you,” he breathed, he kissed me deeply. He started grabbing my ass again. I reached down and started massaging him. He broke our kiss to start undressing me. It was a frenzy. He took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt. He pushed me back onto his bed and grabbed my leggings and pulled them off. When I was left in just my bra and underwear I leaned up.

“Get your phone out baby,” I said, reaching for his belt. He pulled off his shirt and grabbed his phone from his back pocket. I unzipped his pants and pushed those and his underwear down just enough that his cock sprang free. I wasted no time. First I teased him. I licked his length then took as much as I could in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him while he was still in my mouth, wetting as much of him as possible. I hallowed my cheeks and starting bobbing my head. I could feel the camera on me. I looked up through my lashes at the phone.

“Shit, baby. You look so sexy,” he moaned out. He pushed me back, off his cock. He set the phone down next to me, and removed his pants and briefs the rest of the way and kicked them away. He got down on his knees.

“Here baby,” he said, “You film me know.”

I angled the phone towards him. He started with kisses on my lower stomach and then my thighs. Finally he kissed my mound.

“God, you are so wet for me,” he smirked, “I can feel it through your panties.” Very carefully he rolled my panties down and off my body. He licked my opening and began fucking me with his tongue. It was so erotic to watch him do it through the phone camera. When he raised his mouth I thought he was going to give me a reprieve, instead he sank two fingers into me.

“Jesus,” he groaned, “I swear you get tighter every time.” All I could do is moan as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I could hear how turned on I was. It sounded like a porno in his room. He started to slow down.

“Tell me what I want to hear baby,” he said, smirking down at me.

“R-ransom, oh fuck,” I started.

“What was that, babygirl?” He asked mockingly.

“Ransom, please fuck me with your cock,” I begged, “I need it so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“God, I need it so bad, it hurts,” I moaned. He grabbed the the phone from my hands and sprang up. He grabbed one of the bedside tables and dragged it forward. He propped his phone up against some books he had laying on the table. He reached into the drawer and grabbed a condom. I recovered enough to remove my bra. He looked at me hungrily as he got on top of me. He propped himself up on his forearms. I hooked my legs around him, like he liked. He pushed himself inside me and began pounding.

Ransom was always vocal in bed. He had to say exactly what was on his mind.

“God, missed you so much. I can’t let you leave me again. You’re my girl right?”

I nodded in response. I couldn’t speak, just moan and gasp.

“I gotta make you my girl. Gotta keep you here. Don’t leave me, babe.”

“I’m not gonna leave you,” I gasped. He stalled a bit. Slowed his pounding to a careful roll of the hips.

“Promise?” He asked, his eyes were begging. I wondered if something was upsetting him.

“I promise, Ransom,” I whispered. I reached up to cup his cheek, his hand grabbed mine and he kissed my palm.

“I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you too,” I responded. He pulled out of me.

“Turn over,” he commanded. I did. I got on my knees and leaned down so my head was resting on my hands. Ransom gruffly grabbed one hip, I could hear him behind me, he was pumping himself based on the sounds the latex was making. When he re-entered me he grabbed both my hips to pull me back against him. I was a moaning mess.

“Oh fuck, Ransom. You feel so good,” I moaned.

“God, this pussy is so tight,” he growled, “and it’s all mine right baby?”

“All yours!”

“Say it again.”

“This is your pussy, Ransom.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

He growled. I moaned. He pulled me up so my back was against his front, one hand around my neck, the other wrapped around my waist. I could feel how close I was. My legs were shaking. He kissed my neck, in the place he knew made me weak. I reached one hand up to keep his head in place and the other guided his hand down to my clit.

“Tell me you love me, one more time baby,” he begged.

“I love you, Ransom,” I moaned. With that, he came. Feeling his pulse inside me pushed me over the edge. We both took a minute to catch our breathe. He leaned over to the table and turned the phone camera off, he was still inside me. Very carefully he pulled out. He got up to throw the condom out. I got onto my back. It felt different, like something was coming out of me. I leaned up and looked down.

Shit.

Was that cum?

“Ransom?” I asked.

“Yeah, baby,” he called from the bathroom.

“Did that condom break?”

“Fuck me.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “I’m on the pill. So, I’m sure it’s fine.” He appeared from the bathroom.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Yeah, totally,” I said. He crawled back onto the bed and kissed me deeply. When he was done, he plopped down and pulled me into him. He grabbed one of my legs and hooked it around his hip. I laid my head over his racing heart. I fell asleep like that.

The next day Linda called Ransom about Harlan. Everything moved quickly. There was a funeral.

Ransom and I still weren’t public so we planned on going separately. He wasn’t there. I was confused. But he and Harlan always had this special relationship that I couldn’t understand. Maybe he just needed time?

I still went to his house each night. And fucked him. Until I had to go back to Nana’s house in Minnesota.

While I was gone it fell apart. Everything happened. Ransom got arrested for murdering his grandfather, the housekeeper, and trying to kill Marta.

Linda was frantic. The lawyers his parents hired badgered him about a potential alibi. Getting the recording deleted would help, but with an alibi he would be home free.

I found it odd, them talking about the recording getting erased. But then it did. The police chopped it up to technical failure. But Linda had someone on the inside that did it all manually.

On top of that, Ransom did have an alibi. One he could prove. He had a video of him fucking a girl that was timestamped for that night. Granted it was later than when Harlan died. But picking said girl up from the airport was so close to time of death, how could it have been him?

The lawyers didn’t like the angle of Ransom and I just messing around. Not that we were anymore. I was living there, but we weren’t sleeping together. We barely spoke. I was starting to feel like I was there to cook and clean. He couldn’t look me in the eye.

“I mean, she is my girl,” Ransom had told them, not looking at me.

“Yes, a girlfriend. Not very substantial for the image I’m afraid,” one lawyer had responded.

“What if she was his fiancee?” The other bartered.

“Yes, that is quite good,” said the first.

I looked at Ransom. Was he actually going to go along with this? As it turns out he didn’t have to. Because I was pregnant. Now, I was his girlfriend he was having a baby with. One he had talked about marriage with.

At least that was how it was presented in court. At home he was distant. I didn’t know what to think. I had known Harlan. Had worked for Harlan. Was I even ready to be a mom? My own mother hadn’t even raised me. What did I know about being a mom?

Ransom’s lawyers played the video in court. At least part of it, to prove that we had been having sex that night. So, he couldn’t have had anything to do with his Grandfather’s death.

Eventually, I was put on the stand.

“Please state your name for the record.”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“How old are you Miss Y/L/N?”

“24.”

“And you and Ransom Drysdale are involved?”

“Yes.”

“How long have the two of you been involved for?”

“About two years.”

“Miss Y/L/N, can you confirm that Mr. Drysdale was with you on the night in question?”

“Yes.”

“And the video in question was recorded that night?”

“Yes.”

“And you are currently pregnant with Mr. Drysdale’s baby?”

“Yes.”

With the deleted recording and alibi I provided, Ransom could only be charged with aggravated assault. He received one year of house arrest, with 2 years probation.

His parents were content with that. The lawyers were downright thrilled. I still didn’t know what to think.

We got home after the trial, and he couldn’t look at me. We walked into the kitchen and he went right for the beer. I set my bag and coat down on the island.

“So,” I began, “How long is it going to take you to dump me after all this?”

“Excuse me,” he countered, glaring at me.

“Come on, Ransom. I know the whole family thing isn’t what you want,” I said, “You can barely look at me. And you haven’t touched me since before you got arrested. When you told me you loved me did you even mean it?” I was starting to raise my voice.

“That night, did you ask me to make that video because you wanted to? Or because you wanted an extra alibi? Did the condom even break that night? Or did you take it off to try and knock me up for this whole family guy image your lawyers used.” I was fully in his face now. But he was finally looking at me.

“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N!” He screamed with a look in his eye I had never seen.

“You want the truth Y/N?” He growled, “I did everything I was accused of.” Now I was terrified. Was he going to kill me? I started to back away from him. But I bumped up against a wall. He caged me in with his arms.

“And yeah, I made the video just in case I needed an alibi. I even took the condom off when I started to fuck you doggy. But I only did that because that night I finally had clarity. I knew that I loved you. That you were the only girl I was ever going to love and I had to do whatever it took to keep you. So, yeah. I took the condom off hoping to knock you up. But don’t for one minute think that I don’t love you,” he yelled.

“You haven’t been to one doctor’s appointment with me since we found out four months ago,” I argued.

“I’ve been a little busy here, Y/N!” He screamed. He wiped his hand down his face.

“Do you not love me anymore?” He asked in a small voice, looking down at our feet.

I faltered. I shouldn’t love him. He killed someone. He used me. But my heart bled for him.

“I’m an idiot. But yeah, I still love you,” I said. He looked into my eyes and then he kissed me. He kissed me deeply. When he finally stepped back, he scooped me up and carried me to bed.

He laid me down gently and got on his knees.

“Can I see?” He asked.

“See what honey?” I asked cupping his cheek.

“The bump?” He said quietly.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. I stood up and walked passed him. I took off my heals and tights. Then I pulled the dress I was wearing over my head. I was left in my bra and underwear, I brushed by Ransom a second time to sit on the bed again. My four month bump was out there. He cradled it in awe.

“I do love you,” he said, “I know I have a lot of shit to make up for. But I’m going to do my best.”

“You better,” I said as he kissed my belly.

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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Private Jet

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞 Agegap Unprotected Sex

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

Ch 2 in the works!!

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To work on a luxorious private jet could be different from day to day, you knew that all too well

When you got the list with the name on your flight you hardly looked at it you knew already

Usually it was drunk politicians or boring lawyers on their way to a meeting

A bachelor party clearly way out of hand with all drinking or something like that

You had been unfortunate to not been able to meet any celebrities on your flights, that only happened to your Co workers.

Until today

You have had a few days lay over in New York, spending time with your friends, some shopping and they also surprised you with a Queen concert, your body was still extatic from that evening

Thoose men could still rock the roof off MSG...

You looked out from the tiny window and saw the back of a blond woman and you also glimpsed an other person in the car, it looked like they were arguing

- Y/N is everything ready for our guest today?

It was the pilot who woke you up from your day dreaming

- Ohh yes Captain Lewis, everything is prepared

You checked yourself in the mirror once more, added a little more lipgloss and adjusted your blouse

Captain Lewis and yourself stood ready by the door to greet the guests and you saw a man started to walk up the stairs to the aircraft

My God, you had forgot to look at the name... But.. Was it really him? You had to treat everyone ecually no matter who

- Welcome Sir

After greeting you both, you followed him to his seat

He sat down and leaned his head in his hand

- Do you want something to drink Sir?

At first he didn't answer he still sat and just stared blank in front of him, you didn't want to force an answer so you thought you would return to him shortly

- Sorry, Yes I would love a whiskey thank you... Make it a whole bottle love

Leaving him with a professional smile you headed back behind the curtains to collect the finest whiskey for him

Holy fucking shit

You knew this man was 70, but damn he was very good looking

- Take a glass for yourself to darling

At once it started to stir in your lower area, it happend that customers flirted with you but, could you do this?

You took two glasses and went back to him, he had taken off his jacket and loosened his shirt a bit

He smiled up at you when you handed him one of them

- Ice Sir?

- No Thank you... And please.. Please don't call me Sir.. I'm Roger

- Hello Roger, you took his warm hand in yours

His fingers trailed a little extra on your hand

You fild his glass and sat down

- Thank you for keeping me company, it's very nice of you

- Oh, please Mr... Roger, it is no trouble at all, it's not that I am very busy here on this flight

He smiled gently and took off his sunglasses

This man really had the most beautiful blue eyes, you had always been amazed by them

But now when you were this close, you could see how they were framed by his long thick eyelashes and in the corner of his eyes there were attractive wrinkles

He sighed loud, gulped down his glass and shook his head

- Is something wrong?.. Can I..

- I feel like I start to loose it you know..

He twirled his sunglasses between his fingers

- I just turned 70..My youngest daughter is soon 20..it is soon 30 years ago since Freddie died.. I...

... And now.. Just now.. Here in NY.. I found out that my wife been cheating on me.. I need more to drink sorry

You gaved him another and continued to listen to him

- I used to be a bad boy, I fucked everything and everyone...sorry but lately I have been a good dad a good husband.. Really have

You filled yet another for both of you.. The alcohol was really filling up your system

- But I thought I saw your wife on the airport

- Yes, she was supposed to join me here... We have taken a break.. I.. Fuck..

- I am so terribly sorry Mr Taylor.. For everything..

The plane had a slight turbulence and he dropped his sunglasses on the floor between you.. for a brief second you exchanged looks like who it was that were going to pick them up

He unbuckled his seat belt and went down on his knees below your feet

He took his time while searching, you started to get frustrated and you felt it pooling between your thighs

Damn he was soo attractive, and see him like this, crawling underneath you on all four did something to you ..

- Sssorry love.. Can't seam to reach them.. They must have gotten under here

He grabbed your seat near your thigh and peeked under it again, he did it all on purpose you thought

His thumb rubbed your skin and you gasped for air, he glanced up on you and at once his eyes were dark of lust

He placed his strong palms on your knees and pushed them apart, your tight skirt strained on your thighs and the thin fabric almost broke, but he didn't seam to care, the skirt pushed higher and higher up, he placed your legs on each armwrest

You could feel his warm breath against the inside on your thighs

A moan slipped from your lips as his finger hooked the pantyhose just near your heat

He made a grounting sound when he ripped them apart with just his finger

With his strong hands he pulled you closer to the edge of the seat

He trailed in his finger in your underwear and with a loud *snap* they were off

- Shit you are so fuckin sexy, he growled against your wet core, I want you..

His white beard brushed and tickeled your sensitive skin

- Ohhhh... Omg...

You bucked your hips against his face and he burried it deep between your trembling legs

His skilled tounge left a burning trail up and down along your folds

He closed his lips around your clit and sucked hard on it, you grabbed his grey hair and pushed him closer to your heat, you could feel that he was smirking

- Fuck.. Shit..

His lips let go of your clit with a loud pop and he replaced it with his tounge, which eagerly started started to circle fast around it

The moaning sound from him sended vibrations through your body and you could no longer hold back

You clenched your thighs around his head and screamed his name, feeling your walls started to get tighter

His tounge left your sensitive nub and plunged deep inside your slick core

With a loud scream you came and your juices ran over his tounge down his throat

He kissed your innerthigh and pushed himself up with a little effort

You met him halfway and stood up on your shaky legs

His eyes were still dark, half open, his cheeks were little blushed

- Sit down Sir... It is my turn to make you feel good..

He kissed you softly on your cheek

- You already have... His kiss continued down your neck, besides, I am afraid I can't hold back any longer

He unbuttoned his pants and sat down on the seat, you already had your clothing half ripped off so you placed your legs on either side of him

Looking down, you were not prepared that he would be that well.. for being a 70 year old man he was certainly in a good shape and his cock was just perfect

You took it in a firm grip and pumped it a few times while looking him straight in his eyes, his head fell back with a loud moan when you placed the tip in your entrance

- Ohhh fucking Christ

At once you started to ride him, his hands held around your hips and pushed you up and down even more

- Ahhh.. Shit... Roger... Shit

He gritted his teths and clenched his jaw, thrusting his hips faster and faster

- Fuck I'm coming.. Fuck Ahhh

You felt yet again that you were close and you scratched his back like a cat

Under a long curse he held you tight and you felt his warm seed spurt inside your body

- Omg.. I... Shit.. God..

You collapsed on him and you breathed heavily together

His hand trailed on your back and you heard his heart beating

You wanted to kiss him so bad

As if he heard your thoughts he looked at you and placed his fingers under your chin

His lips were so so close

- This is Captain Lewis speaking

Due to changed plans, we are landing back in NY again in 45 minutes

Mr Taylor, your wife is waiting on the airport

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Ch 2 is currently in process

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