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adragonprinceswhore · 2 months

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Rip It Up And Start Again

For @targaryen-dynasty’s sleepover challenge ✨ Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Prompts: Meet Ugly I Soulmate AU I “Make me”

Summary: Growing up on the perilous streets of Flea Bottom, you’d learned that in King’s Landing it’s either eat or be eaten. When you hear from a friend that a posh rehab centre just outside of town is hosting an open AA meeting, you see your chance to infiltrate the elite of Westeros, hoping to swipe something of value from one of the rich snobs there. Unfortunately, it seems like the wristwatch you attempt to nick belongs to a man you share an unexplainable bond with.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, mind the tags, story takes place at a rehab, AA/NA meeting, theft, alcoholism, referenced driving under the influence and car crashes, alcohol consumption in rehab, (slight) dubcon, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, pussy slapping, choking, dry humping, cuming untouched (m), fluffy twist at the end

Word Count: 3650

Special thanks to my darling @venmondiese for being my beta reader 🫶

Sometimes it’s almost too easy.

Nowadays, even the most expensive rehabs centres have social media pages, posting open invitations to the AA and NA meetings they sporadically organise. Though the cost of staying and receiving treatment at these centres require far more gold dragons than you’ve seen throughout your lifetime, some meetings are free and open to any former addicts, a ‘charity’ event of sorts you’re sure they only put on for publicity.

This is one of the places you’ve heard of before. Bessa, one of your childhood friends from Flea Bottom, told you about how she attended a meeting here last month. Not only did she walk away with a belly full of honey cake and aged cheese, she also managed to swipe a designer handbag with Valyrian steel details.

You hadn’t seen her around much since.

The bus stop is located a 30 minute walk from the rehab, giving you plenty of time to internally go over how you’ll best stay undetected while sniffing out the easiest, most valuable thing to nick.

Ideally, you’ll be able to grab something small enough to fit in your pocket. A pair of expensive headphones, or even an unattended diamond ring.

Worst case scenario, you’ll get to leave full.

That’s still not bad.

Staying undetected means hiding in plain sight. Feign shyness, make up some bullshit story about relying on alcohol to ‘feel better’, and only speak when spoken to.

Be as unmemorable as possible, so that whichever rich kid’s stuff you steal doesn't remember you.

They probably won’t even miss it. They’ll just ask mummy or daddy to buy them another. Even if it’s a diamond ring.

The rehab looks more like a luxury resort, or a professional athlete's gaudy home, than a place for people to go through addiction treatment. It’s newly built in that typical sleek design that’s so plain only rich snobs could appreciate it.

Enveloped by beautiful greenery, tall, lush trees provide the residence with enough seclusion for a fence to feel redundant.

And there’s a fucking pool.

The meeting is the epitome of rich people desperately trying to ‘connect’ with themselves again.

Instead of sitting on non-padded, overused and uncomfortable chairs, you and the other visitors are shown to a room drenched in sunlight, soft, beige flooring adorned by a variety of colourful pillows.

Before entering, everyone’s asked to take off their outer layers and ‘feel like home’. A few attendees even leave their shoes and, unfortunately, socks, in the adjacent cloakroom, looking insufferably self righteous as they talk about ‘staying grounded’.

Your sight’s already set on the door leading there, body almost buzzing from the knowledge that your next meal ticket could be within arms reach, hidden in one of the pockets of the jackets carelessly left unattended.

You inhale slowly, calming yourself as you shift to sit comfortably on one of the cushions on the floor. You don’t want to draw any attention to yourself and opt for playing it cool; pretend to be a bit sad and uncomfortable, but don’t overdo it.

As the meeting commences, one sob story follows another.

“My dad didn’t pay me any attention”

“I had a hard time in school”

Not rolling your eyes feels like a nearly impossible challenge.

Who’s got a dad that pays them attention? In Flea Bottom, most kids don’t even know who their biological father is.

And who didn’t have a hard time in school? At least these people had parents wealthy enough to not only pay for tutors, but to pay tuition to colleges unattainable for most Westerosians.

As the therapist conducting the meeting announces a 10 minute break, you discreetly move towards the cloakroom, slipping in undetected and without anyone on your tail.

You keep your eyes on the door, quickly plunging your hand into the pockets of the row of jackets hanging on the wall.

Receipts, packets of gum, and keys are all you fish out, until you feel around inside the deep pocket of a dirty and worn vintage jean jacket.

Your eyes go wide as you feel the smooth steel cool your skin, gaze carelessly moving to inspect what’s in your hand.

A watch, dark in colour and with ten small rubies nestled into the bezel lay in your hand. The engraving hardly legible inside the crystal looks foreign.

Valyrian.

The rush of excitement ripping through you almost makes it hard to breathe.

A Valyrian steel watch?

You slip the wristwatch into the pocket of the short, black skirt you’re wearing, inhaling deep and slow to calm yourself before turning around, set on making your way back to the meeting room to later swiftly excuse yourself and leave this place for good.

As you turn, an amused grin and a mop of unruly silver hair stops you.

Fuck!

“So that’s why you’re here”, the man before you muses, body casually leaning against the doorframe and arms folded over his chest.

You recognise him from the meeting. He’d spent the hour looking bored, occasionally rolling his eyes at something he found stupid. When it was his turn to speak, he’d casually explained how his fondness of alcohol and sports cars had culminated one night outside of Rook’s Rest, where he crashed so violently his car caught fire, while he was trapped inside.

The sympathetic looks and ‘I’m sorry’-s he garnered didn’t seem to please him much, shrugging as the therapist commended him for his bravery in sharing such a traumatic aspect of his addiction.

“It was all over the news”, he’d said, hand mindlessly rubbing the raised skin of his neck, decorated with tattoos, “At least I’ve been able to hide some of the reminders”

“What do you mean?”, you try to sound as indifferent as possible despite the loud banginging in your chest.

He’s visibly amused by your discomfort, suspiciously eyeing the white button-down shirt, black skirt and stockings you’re clad in, “I know my own kind. You’re not an addict”

Panic washes over you, causing your skin to heat up and hands to feel clammy, “Y-, you don’t know me”, you stutter out, feeling the smooth steel of the watch in your pocket slip in your damp grip.

“Oh, I think I do know you”, he retorts with a smile, “Strange that the girl dressed for a business meeting sneaks away unattended”

Shit!

The stranger’s clearly mocking you, and your failed efforts at fitting in with a crowd you had little to no knowledge of.

“I… came straight from work”

He lets his eyes rake over your frame, an infuriating smirk etched onto his face, “So you’ll sell my watch to buy drugs?”

Of course the Valyrian own a Valyrian steel watch.

“I don’t know what you’re on about”, you grit out, moving to push beside him and leave the room.

A firm grip on your elbow halts your exit, strong fingers pinching painfully into your flesh, “I’ll let you have it if you do me a favour”

You can’t stop yourself from meeting his gaze, intrigue playing in your eyes.

He’ll just give it to you?

Why?

His eyes dart around the room, suddenly losing their self-assured smugness.

He hesitates for a second before leaning in closer, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers conspiratorially, “Come back here after sunset with a bottle of vodka. Meet me by the pool”

“Brand?”, you retort.

“What?”, he asks, voice suddenly irritated, restless gaze still bouncing around the small room.

“The vodka. Which brand?”, you ask matter-of-factly.

“Any, I don’t care. The biggest bottle you can find”

True to your word, you take the bus back to the rehab centre around dusk.

This time, the walk from the stop to the centre feels much longer, giving you plenty of time to ponder the risks of bringing vodka to an alcoholic in rehab.

“Whatever, it’s his life”, you reason, reminding yourself of the fact that if all goes well, you’ll never have to see his obnoxious face again. If he wants to drink himself into an early grave, that’s his decision. You’re just cooperating so he doesn’t call the cops.

Eat or be eaten.

Your fingers fiddle with the Valyrian steel watch still in your pocket. Though you could’ve tried to hide it somewhere in your flat, endless possibilities of someone breaking in and snatching it from you play on loop in your mind, prompting you to keep it close, nervously fidgeting with it every few seconds.

He wouldn’t dare to ask for it back.

He’d be in just as much shit as you if your little arrangement came to light, and that thought is what ultimately relaxes you. Still, as you see the large, modern building loom in front of you, you feel dread pool in your stomach.

You can’t really decipher why the building instils such apprehension within you. Though you know it is risky to bring alcohol here in a devious ploy to get your hands on an exclusive watch, your tumultuous upbringing has led you to far more dangerous situations than this.

You spot his silver hair right away. It’s messy and choppy, almost as if he cut it himself. He’s wearing all black; a t-shirt and joggers. His fingers are adorned with silver rings of varying sizes, matching the silver link around his tattooed neck, and the shimmer of his hair. Valyrians were known for their rare, desirable features, and though you’d guess this was his ‘looking rough’, he still had that ethereal glow about him.

Eager to get the deal over with and return to the safety of your home, you swiftly pull the heavy 1 litre bottle of vodka from the blue tote bag hanging on your shoulder and hand it to him, “There you are”

“Fuck me”, he says in glee, face lightning up as he feels the weight of the glass bottle in his hand, “Thanks! I knew you’d come through”

Not wasting a second, he unscrews the cap and takes a comically long sip, grimacing and smiling at the familiar, bitter taste spreading on his tongue.

Regarding you for a second, his eyes travelling from your face down your body, “Let me try something”

Before you have a chance to answer, he reaches towards your arm and pinches it harshly. You yelp in pain, swatting his hand away with a harsh smack, “What the fuck?”

“I knew it!”, he exclaims triumphantly, rubbing his fingers over his own arm,

“My sister’s been sending me these links about spirituality and shit”

He pauses briefly, taking another sip of vodka, “I read something about lovers in Old Valyria merging their blood with magic in order to share sensations. Real romantic shit”

His gaze burns into you, something dangerous and playful consuming him, “Are you Valyrian too?”

Still determined to leave as quickly as possible, you refuse to meet his eyes, dismissing his nonsense, “Doubt it”

“Ah”, he shrugs, taking another sip. “Strange, I could feel that pinch on my skin, just like my elbow hurt when I grabbed yours earlier today”

You’re not sure what stupid game he’s playing. All you want is to go back home, get a good night's sleep, and find the shadiest pawnshop in Flea Bottom; the kind that won’t ask any questions when someone like you walks in with a lavish wristwatch.

He takes a step closer to you, “Y’know, if you are, it means we’re destined to be”. His free hand reaches towards your thigh, fingers grazing the thin, black nylon covering your legs.

You shake your head at his ungainly attempt at flirting, “Sure. And Targaryens rode dragons”

“We did”, he replies, face awfully smug as his hand begins to caress your thigh, tilting his head to the side so you get a good look at the large, black and white dragon tattoo covering most of the scarred flesh on his neck.

“Whatever”

Pushing him away to leave, he reminds you of his relentless nature, “Come on, stay! Have a sip!”

He shoves the heavy bottle of vodka into your chest, caging you against the smooth concrete wall of the rehab.

What’s the harm?

You give him an ingenuine smile, take the bottle and drink.

God, this is awful.

He laughs at your obvious distaste, still standing so close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin, “How about we…explore our newfound connection together?”

He really is relentless.

“I’m good”, you say, again trying to push beside him to leave, but he keeps blocking your way. He’s still sporting that infuriating grin as he places the bottle of vodka on the ground and pinches his own arm harshly.

You yelp in pain for the second time tonight, hand reflexivity finding and rubbing the burning skin of your arm.

“Told you”, he gloats, grabbing your hand and shaking it lazily, “Aegon. Pleased to meet you”

His attempt at persuading you has the opposite effect. The vodka, his burning gaze, and the fact that you did feel that pinch as if it’d been on your own flesh makes your skin crawl. Desperate to finally get out you push his chest, hoping he’ll just give up and let you go. Instead, he grabs your hand with his, interlacing your fingers over his chest. The unexpectedly gentle gesture causes you to dumbfoundedly freeze again.

What is this guy’s deal?

“Come on, stay”, he repeats, still trapping you between his body and the grey wall behind you.

He slowly ducks his face down towards you, lips ghosting over yours, “What if we can fix each other?”

His lips find yours before you’re able to fully take in his speculation. The kiss is soft and searching for only a second, quickly turning into an impassioned mess of tongues and teeth. You’ve kissed plenty of people before, but this does feel different. The desire usually building slowly in you seems to erupt quicker than ever, your core already aching with want despite the non-existent foreplay.

Aegon comes up for air, pupils blown wide and lips swollen from the demanding way you’d claimed them. His hand still hasn’t left your thigh, and now it roughly moves to cup your cunt over your stockings, impatient fingers quickly tearing the flimsy material to gain access.

“The f-”, you start, voice cut off by the surprised moan spilling out from your mouth as he harshly presses his fingers against your clit.

Apparently, pain isn’t the only sensation you share. Aegon’s mouth falls agape as he sighs in bliss, himself also feeling the satisfying friction to your bundle of nerves.

“You want it, I kno-, ah, know you do”, he moans, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. He doesn’t even bother to take off the silver rings he’s wearing, surely worth more than everything in your flat combined.

His hand pushes your panties to the side, saliva-coated fingers roughly finding your clit and immediately beginning to rub harsh circles on it. You moan in pain-mixed pleasure at the intense contact, again trying to push his hand away.

“Fuck”, Aegon moans, keeping the relentless pace. It does feel good, and you feel your resolve slipping. Giving into the bliss he’s roughly offering you is so much easier.

Your hips begin to meet his pace. The two of you find a steady, heated rhythm, and you can feel arousal seeping out of you.

Aegon’s fingers trail down to your entrance, touch still too blunt as he pushes two fingers inside.

You whine at the intrusion, the pleasure he’s giving you obscured by the clumsy way he’s offering it. He seems to only sense the gratification, repeatedly moaning as he fucks you with his fingers.

“This how you always finger girls?”, you ask breathlessly, grabbing his hand to make him slow down.

“Feels fucking good”, is all he replies, seemingly lost in the pleasure echoing from your being into his.

You scoff at his dismissal of your question. If a rough touch is all he knows, you’ll offer him the same.

You grab the hand he has between your thighs, locking eyes with him, keeping your expression stern, “Don’t be so forceful”

Moving his thumb so that it touches that part of your clit that makes you squirm, you move to press at the two fingers he’s already got inside you, “Curve your fingers. Match the rhythm of your thumb with your fingers”

The dumbfounded expression on Aegon’s face morphs into one of absolute bliss as he heeds your instructions, a pleasure far more consuming than the rough fingerfucking had coaxed out.

“Oh shit”, he groans, mouth agape and eyes scrunched shut. It does feel fucking amazing; something about the thickness of his fingers, the cold metal of his rings, and the way he instinctively finds your g-spot causes white, hot pleasure to course through your veins.

Aegon grabs the fabric of your shirt roughly, pulling you even closer to him and starts to grind his hard member into your side.

You roll your hips into his hand, throwing your head back as an unstoppable string of pleasured sighs leave your lips. You’re already so close to the edge, much quicker than usual. It’s almost as if the pleasure he’s feeling from satisfying you is bouncing back on you as well.

Aegon lets his head down to rest on your shoulder, still grinding against you and fingers desperately demanding your release.

“I wanna fuck you so fucking bad”, he slurs, hand not between your thighs reaching down to squeeze your ass harshly, “I know you’ll be a good little slut for me”

God, this feels good.

“I’ll fuck you however I want. You’ll fucking love it too”, he continues to murmur against the skin of your neck, making you feel hot all over. Your hips meet his fingers faster, unabashedly chasing your release.

“Feels so fucking good you’d beg me for it”, he continues, tilting his head up to lock eyes with you.

You scoff, hips still meet every thrust of his fingers, “Dream on”

He grins at your unwillingness to surrender, “I know you’re close”

You ignore him, hands grabbing his shoulders for balance as you feel your peak hurtle towards you, causing you to grind against his hand faster. The sounds of his fingers diving into your dripping centre are obscene and you’re close, so close.

And then, he stills.

“Beg me to finish you”

Eyes narrowing, your glare back at him, “Make me”

It’s like he’s permanently got a smug, enraging expression etched on his face.

The hand he has between your thighs travels up your torso, briefly stopping to squeeze one of your tits before finding home around your neck, pushing slightly on the sides.

“Come on, beg”

You answer his demand with an unimpressed look, the slight loss of oxygen enhancing the vigorous pounding in your core.

He looks utterly amused, releasing your neck and moving down to land a harsh slap to your cunt, “Beg”

The sting from his palm colliding with your clit almost pushes you over the edge, but it’s not enough. You’re so close you almost feel overwhelmed, almost certain you’ll black out when your peak finally rips through you, “Please, Aegon”

A delighted grin spreads over his lips as he lands another harsh slap to your exposed pussy, causing you to groan in pleasured pain. He bites his lip to stifle his own grunt of stinging satisfaction before pushing three fingers inside your dripping hole again.

Not even a full second passes before your walls trap his fingers inside you, clamping down on them forcefully.

Your vision turns blurry, the pleasure possessing your body causes your legs to feel weak and muscles to convulse. Next to your ear, you can hear Aegon whimper, voice almost broken.

You both moan, grunt and whine in unison, slowly coming down together. Aegon removes his hand between your legs and lets go of the cramp-like grip he’s had on your ass.

“Shit”, he weakly exclaims, knees seemingly giving in when he clumsily plops down on one of the grey sunbeds overlooking the pool. His laboured breathing matches yours, lilac eyes staring out over the green landscape partially obscured by darkness.

As the overwhelming bliss of your peak mellows out, you feel a bitter-sweet sensation spread in your chest; a longing for something familiar.

A longing for home.

It’s nostalgic, and you know you’ve felt this before, but never as potent as it is now.

Time seems to stop, as if you’re not breathing anymore, eyes stuck on the intimidating, neverending crowns of green before you.

It’s just you and him, existing together, sharing unexplainable melancholy.

The enchanting moment doesn’t last long.

Aegon reaches for the bottle of vodka on the ground, gulping down as much as he can stomach in one go before handing it to you, wiping a few remnant drops from his chin with the back of his hand,

“Vodka’s always been the best at numbing”

You hum in reply, bring the heavy glass bottle to your lips and take a long sip. It tastes like when you accidentally inhale hairspray and you cough at the foul flavour. Aegon cackles loudly.

He takes the bottle from you, swinging it towards his mouth for another sip and then places it back on the ground, features morphing into a state of carefree satisfaction.

It’s quiet again for a while, but this time, you don’t feel much.

It’s nice.

“What’s this?”, he suddenly asks, fingers tracing the embroidered letters on the tote bag you’d carelessly discarded on the ground next to the bottle of vodka.

“Oh, just a silly nickname my uncle used to call me”, you shrug, feeling far more intoxicated than you normally would from just a sip of liquor.

I guess that’s another ‘sensation’ we share.

Over the indigo fabric of your worn tote bag, bright yellow and pink hand-stitched letters read:

‘Sunfyre’

A/N: Thank you for reading 🫶 I got the trope Meet Ugly and couldn’t not think of Aegon, haha! I hope the fluff at the end wasn’t too cheesy, I just love the idea of Aegon’s soulmate being Sunfyre 🥲

The bane of my existence… titles. I never know what the fuck to put and so today’s title is brought to you by the song I’m currently obsessed with. Kisses! 🎷🩵

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busdinessblogger · 7 months

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perfectsunlight · 7 months

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

lisa x non-idol!reader

warnings: minor angst (?) , mostly fluff tbh

part 2 of attention

word count: 3,313

synopsis: your girlfriend proves that she'd do anything for you, no matter what.

an international flight was more than enough time for lisa to think. she knew you weren’t going to answer her, especially after your last argument. she also knew that this wasn’t just about the argument, or your graduation. this was about your relationship.

lisa rested her head against the window, doing her best to ignore the kid kicking her seat behind her and the way the man next to her was snoring. when she arrived at the airport, she didn’t really have a plan. all she knew was that she needed to get onto the next flight back to korea as soon as possible.

maybe that’s why she didn’t care if she got an economy class ticket and boarded without anything except the clothes on her back and the items in her purse. perhaps that’s why she didn’t care that her phone was at 45% or that her airpods were left in the hotel. but none of that seemed to matter to her at the moment.

nothing was as important as you.

with a heavy sigh, the idol closed her eyes, attempting to find solace in the darkness behind her eyelids. but there was no escape. every single one of her empty promises haunted her. she realized that this flight was more than just a physical journey; it was a mental and emotional odyssey, a chance to finally confront the demons that had driven a wedge between you and her.

regret was not a strong enough word to describe the emotions that she felt right now.

she had spent so long blaming everything and everyone else for the issues you two had. the tour, the company, the schedules. these all had a strain on your relationship, but she never stopped to truly recognize that her actions had done the most damage.

but lisa also knew she was causing damage by going to be with you, as well.

missing a concert date was a breach that yg entertainment would not take lightly, especially from someone as crucial to the group as her. the repercussions would be severe, but at that moment, it felt like a distant concern.

all she cared about right now was you.

time seemed to stretch and contract in the confined space of the airplane. hours passed like minutes, and yet every second felt like an eternity. the rhythmic hum of the engines provided a backdrop to her thoughts as she drifted in and out of attentiveness.

as the plane descended into seoul, lisa's heart beat erratically in her chest, matching the turbulence of her thoughts. the city lights twinkled below, a familiar sight that should have comforted her, but all she felt was a gnawing anxiety. the weight of it pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

she glanced at her phone, which was at 15% battery, and noticed the time. lisa would barely make it on time to your graduation. it was cutting close.

every passing minute seemed to mock her, reminding her of the time slipping away, of the chance she might be losing with each second ticking by. the reality of what she had done settled in like a heavy stone in her stomach, a constant reminder of her impulsive decision. as the plane taxied toward the gate, lisa's fingers drummed anxiously on the armrest. she knew she had to face the consequences of her actions.

with a sense of urgency, lisa rushed out of the plane. paparazzi and fans were everywhere. the thai girl pulled her shades closer to her face and lowered her cap to shield her eyes and send the silent message that she didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.

lisa navigated the chaos of the airport terminal with the grace of a seasoned performer, her steps quick and purposeful despite the pounding in her chest. the cacophony of voices and camera shutters filled the air, each flash of light blinding her momentarily. she pulled her shades closer to her face, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the prying eyes and the harsh glare of the cameras. she felt like a deer in the headlights, vulnerable and exposed.

the fans, once adoring, now felt like an encroaching wall of judgment and scrutiny. every step she took seemed to magnify her guilt, each flash of the camera a reminder of her failures. reaching the front of the airport, lisa spotted a nearby taxi.

paparazzi shouted questions, their relentless pursuit of a scandal evident in their probing eyes. lisa kept her head down, her cap pulled low, and her shades hiding her emotions. she was a fortress of stone, unwilling to let the world see the cracks in her armor. as she slid into the backseat of the car, the noise outside dulled to a muffled roar. the tinted windows offered a semblance of privacy, shielding her from the prying eyes outside.

inside the taxi, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. the paparazzi’s shouts faded into the distance, and the insulating walls of the car cocooned lisa in a brief moment of respite. yet, the weight of her actions pressed heavily upon her shoulders, even in the relative silence of the vehicle.

“where to?” the driver asked as he looked back at the idol through his rear view mirror. “seoul national university.” lisa quickly replied, rubbing her temples.

the taxi driver nodded, his eyes meeting lisa's briefly in the rearview mirror before he pulled away from the curb. the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the car sped through the night, the engine's hum a steady rhythm beneath their conversation. lisa leaned back in her seat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

the weight of her actions bore down on her, but in this moment, she was determined to face them. there was no turning back now. the truth, raw and unfiltered, was what you deserved. as the car wound its way through the familiar streets of seoul, lisa's gaze drifted outside the window. her phone buzzed with messages and missed calls, but she ignored them. right now, you were her sole focus.

this was your special evening. she’d witnessed how hard you had worked over the past years, spending hours studying and slaving away at the kitchen table in her home. there were many days when she’d barely be coming home at the early hours of daw, only to see you fast asleep under your books and papers.

there were countless evenings when lisa would return home after a grueling day of rehearsals and find you hunched over your books, your eyes tired but resolute. the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face as you delved into your notes, your fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease.

your girlfriend would watch you in admiration, marveling at your intellect and work ethic. she recalled the times when you would fall asleep amidst your textbooks, your head resting on a pile of notes and your hand still holding a pen. lisa would gently cover you with a blanket, tucking you in with a tender kiss to your cheek. if you fell asleep on the couch, she’d just pick you up and carry you to bed with her.

she cherished those moments, the sight of you in peaceful slumber, surrounded by the remnants of your dedication to your education.

one particular memory stood out vividly in lisa's mind at that moment.

it was the night before a crucial exam, the air thick with tension and anticipation. you had been studying for two weeks straight for this exam. your brows furrowed in concentration, eyes puffy and red from the mental breakdown caused by the anxiety you were feeling about the exam. lisa had just held you in her arms for a good half an hour as you cried.

lisa remembered how she was going to suggest you take a break, but you simply wiped your eyes and turned back to focus on your flashcards. there was a fire in your eyes, a fierce determination that lisa had always admired. it was a determination that had brought you through countless challenges, and she had no doubt it would carry you through this exam too.

the thai girl prayed for even an ounce of that determination you had from that night to be present in her current moment. as the university came into view, lisa could feel her heart racing. this was it.

when paying the driver, her fingers fumbled with the bills and she definitely gave him double than what he charged because she didn’t care about counting any of the money out. there wasn’t enough time for that.

she quickly stepped out of the taxi, the cool night air hitting her face. the campus gymnasium was where the commencement ceremony would be. lisa pulled her hat down further, practically running full speed towards the building at the end of the block.

lisa's sneakers pounded against the pavement as she sprinted towards the campus gymnasium. her heart raced, not just from the physical exertion but from the urgency of the moment. the distant echoes of applause and laughter reached her ears, a reminder that the ceremony had already begun.

each step she took was a plea for time to slow down, for the universe to grant her a few precious moments to make things right. as she neared the gymnasium, she slowed her pace, trying to catch her breath. she straightened her cap and removed her sunglasses, taking a moment to compose herself before entering. the night air had done little to calm the storm inside her.

the weight of her actions hung heavy, and every heartbeat was a reminder of what she had risked losing. taking a deep breath, she pushed open the doors to the gymnasium. the atmosphere inside was charged with excitement and anticipation. the graduates, clad in their caps and gowns, sat in neat rows, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights. the air was thick with a sense of achievement, a tangible reminder of the years of hard work that had led to this moment.

lisa scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for you amidst the sea of faces. the fear of not finding you clawed at her, urging her to move faster. the sea of dark blue uniformity didn’t help her either. but she’d recognize you anywhere, blending in blue or not.

finally, her eyes landed on you. you were seated towards the back middle rows, your eyes fixed on the stage, a mixture of pride and determination in your gaze.

the idol pulled her hat down lower, fearing that she’d cause a huge scene if recognized by anyone. lisa quickly slipped into one of the side bleachers as your section stood up and made way towards the stage.

the pride in your eyes was undeniable, a reflection of the years of hard work and dedication that had brought you to this moment. as you walked, your steps were confident, your shoulders squared with determination. lisa felt a mixture of awe and regret wash over her.

awe for your strength and resilience, and regret for the pain she had caused you. the applause that filled the gymnasium was deafening as each graduate's name was called. lisa clapped along, her eyes never leaving you. she marveled at your grace, your ability to shine even in the midst of her failures. each step you took towards the stage felt like a step away from the darkness of the past and towards a brighter, hopeful future.

as you ascended the stage, lisa held her breath, her hands trembling slightly. the pride in your accomplishments filled the room, a tangible force that seemed to push back the shadows of doubt that had clouded her mind. for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the sheer brilliance of your achievements, a glimmer of hope that perhaps, with time, she could be worthy of you once more.

the moment your name was called, the room erupted into applause. lisa clapped harder, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. you walked across the stage, receiving your diploma with a smile that could light up the entire room. at that moment, the thai girl’s heart swelled with pride and love.

she was reminded of just how incredible the person she had fallen in love with was.

as you made your way back to your seat, lisa's eyes followed you, her gaze soft with adoration. she knew that this was just the beginning of your journey, and she was determined to be there for every step of the way. the applause continued, but in her heart, there was a quiet resolve. she would make amends, prove her love, and stand by you, no matter what challenges lay ahead. in that moment, amidst the sea of applause and celebration, lisa made a silent promise to herself.

she would be better. she would be the partner you deserved, supporting you, uplifting you, and loving you unconditionally. no matter what.

the ceremony continued, but lisa's focus remained solely on you. she knew that the path to redemption would be long and challenging, but for you, she was willing to face any obstacle.

echoes of the ceremony's final applause reverberated through the gymnasium as the graduates tossed their caps into the air, celebrating the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter. for everyone else, it was a moment of joy and accomplishment, but for the idol, it was a reminder of her solemn commitment.

as the crowd began to disperse, families reuniting with their graduates, lisa waited patiently in the corner, her eyes never leaving you. her cap was lowered, and her shades were resting on her head. she was wearing a mask she snagged from the taxi driver as well, just to make sure no one else would recognize her.

well, no one other than you, of course.

you finished hugging your parents, and over your mother’s shoulder was when you noticed the girl you loved in the corner. at first you thought you were seeing things, but you’d spent too many nights sleeping in lisa’s clothes to not recognize them.

without another second, you ran towards your girlfriend. lisa’s arms opened as she embraced you, hugging you tightly against her chest. tears fell over from both your eyes and hers. it had been months since you two had seen each other, and despite the argument that had occurred just a day prior, you couldn’t care about anything else while being wrapped up in the arms of the idol.

“you came.” you whispered into her chest, tears soaking her jacket. in the tight embrace of lisa's arms, you could feel the steady rhythm of her heart, a comforting reminder that she was real, that she had come back to you despite all the obstacles and the recent argument. tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with hers, as the emotions of the moment overwhelmed you both.

“anything for you,” the taller girl whispered back, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and remorse. she held you even tighter, as if trying to make up for all the time that had passed since you last saw each other.

“but how? you’re supposed to be performing tonight.” your teary eyes met hers as you looked up at her with confusion.

lisa brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her thumb gently wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks. “i did what i had to do,” she explained, her voice soft yet determined. “i needed to be here for you, that this was more important than any performance.” a mix of surprise and gratitude washed over you. knowing how tightly controlled her schedule usually was, you understood the significance of her decision.

“you're my priority, y/n. i've realized that nothing matters more to me than you, than us. i don't want to miss out on the important moments in your life.”

it was a sentiment that resonated deeply within you. the fact that she was willing to put your relationship before her career, before the demands of fame, filled you with a sense of overwhelming love and devotion.

“but won't there be consequences?” you asked, your concern for her career evident in your voice. lisa cupped your face in her hands, her eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination.

“i don't care about the consequences. i'll face whatever comes my way. i want to be there for you.” the idol pulled her mask down and pulled you closer to her, speaking to you in the most soft and sincere tone you’d ever heard from her. “i’ll fly halfway across the world for you at the drop of a hat. i’d drop my career and my schedule if you called. you mean more to me than anything else.”

her words hung in the air, a solemn promise that washed away your doubts and fears. in that moment, you realized the depth of her commitment to you, the lengths she was willing to go to make things right.

tears welled up in your eyes once again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude and overwhelming love. you pulled her into another tight hug, clinging to her as if she was your lifeline, because in that moment, she was. “i love you, lili,” you whispered against her shoulder, your voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“i love you too, y/n,” lisa replied, her words muffled against your hair, but the love in her voice was crystal clear. “more than words can describe, and more than i can express.” she added, gently kissing your forehead.

in that tender moment, under the weight of her love and the sincerity in her voice, you felt a profound sense of peace wash over you. the doubts that had clouded your heart dissipated like mist under the morning sun, leaving behind only the unshakable certainty that you were meant to be together.

“i'd do anything for you,” lisa whispered, her voice soft and unwavering, her eyes gazing into yours with a depth of emotion that left you breathless. “i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges come our way. i'll be your rock, your support, and your greatest cheerleader. you're my everything, and i promise to spend every moment proving that to you.”

with those words, you knew that your love story had weathered the storm and emerged stronger than ever before. in lisa's arms, you found not just solace, but a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of words and actions. it was a love that spoke in the silent moments, in the gentle touches, and in the unwavering presence of one another.

“i think i just fell in love with you all over again,” you whispered back, your voice echoing the depth of your emotions. in that shared promise, you found the strength to face the future, hand in hand, ready to conquer whatever challenges life might throw your way. your girlfriend could only smile, because she knew everything she had done was worth it.

the last minute flight, the kid kicking her seat for 10 hours, the chaos at the airport, the fact that she’d get an earful from her company, her phone dying in the taxi and her losing $200 by paying the driver. none of that mattered to her.

none of it except being here with you.

with a tender kiss against your lips, lisa held you close, sealing the promises made between you two. you knew without the shadow of a doubt now, that the world class idol you loved would do anything for you.

no, lisa would do everything for you. and you could only smile against her lips.

because you knew you’d do anything and everything for her, too.

a/n: thank you for 1.8k :) enjoy this bc i know u all have been waiting for it <3

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis or Harry are bakers. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Christmas Lights In Paris | Mature | 4,671 words

Harry vividly remembered the day he was foolish enough to be blinded by pointless rage. It had been on Louis' birthday, a year ago, and Harry had bought tickets to Paris for both him and Lou. He had expected Louis to come with him to Paris for 3 years, without really talking about the plan to his lover. Everything went down hill when Louis refused. "You think your bakery is far more important than I am?" Were the exact words he had spewed and stormed off.

2) Don’t Say Yes, Run Away Now | Not Rated | 5,076 words

Louis is getting married and Harry made a promise. Plus, he has a plan. Kind of.

3) Too Nervous To Be Lovers | Mature | 6,445 words

Louis doesn't want to spend quarantine with Harry, his straight roommate, who doesn't even acknowledge his existence.

4) I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) | Explicit | 8,942 words

Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

5) Feel My Love | Explicit | 10,479 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis always gets things done on time, he just takes a detour along the way. The detour? Having sex with Harry. Harry never brings it up. Until he does.

6) Were We Ever This Young? | Explicit | 17,297 words

Hogwarts AU in which Harry and Louis both return to give talks to seventh years about the 'real world' with slightly varying results. Inspired by the Chilton scene between Rory and Paris in the new Gilmore Girls.

7) Heart of Sugar, Sweet Temptation of Mine | Explicit | 25,600 words

The process of courting is seriously outdated nowadays, it's not common anymore; people don’t want to go through the hassle of a proper courtship, dating is easier. Louis though, he was raised in a very traditional family, every member, down to his parents, had a courting and a mating ceremony. He grew up hearing stories about how wonderful it is, how much deeper the connection gets between a courting pair can get, and he's wanted that for himself since he was a pup, always dreaming of his alpha showing up and sweeping him off of his feet. His dreams seem to be coming true when he moves into a new building, closer to where he works, and the older alpha living in the flat in front of his own, initiates the courtship process. Everything he's ever wanted is within reach. Or is it?

8) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25,877 words

Harry chuckles, smiling when Louis’ breath hitches as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Louis’ cheek. “Louis, would you like to go on a date with me?” He still worries that the date won’t go well, that Harry will get bored of him or decide it’s too complicated dating an omega with a pup, but he nods anyway, “Yes.” It feels worth it when Harry’s lips widen into a grin and the dimple that Louis finds quite charming craters into his cheek. Who knows, maybe it won’t be as awkward as you think, Louis thinks to himself and follows Harry to where Oliver is watching a chef with a loud laugh show the pup how to sculpt with chocolate. Maybe this time it’ll work out.

9) At Your Fingertips | Explicit | 27,399 words

He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before. His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later. And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button. Three… Two… One. Play.

10) Tis the Season for...Love? | Mature | 27,920 words

Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

11) Short And Sweet | Explicit | 29,658 words

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

12) Welcome Home | Explicit | 49,417 words

Louis Tomlinson had to put a stop to his football career for a couple of months and he decided to go back home to rest his mind for a little bit only to find out a really weird coffee shop owner started to visit his mother on a regular basis with just as peculiar but lovely kid named Maxine.

13) Taken Over By The Feeling | Mature | 53,654 words

After almost a year of increasingly troubling behavior, Louis agrees to let his sister live with him. It's a last resort before more drastic measures are taken by their mom. Harry Styles runs Given A Chance, a program for troubled and disadvantaged teens out of the bakery he owns. He offers the kids in his program what he believes they need to start on a different and better path for their lives. Louis learns all too quickly that Harry's goodwill does not extend to him. Only because he happens to remind Harry of an ex he'd rather forget. It's not the smoothest of beginnings, but in the end Louis' own issues might be the real problem.

14) Beachwood Cafe | Mature | 63,562 words

The AU where Louis works in a cute little beachside cafe after running away from his problems and Harry is the tall handsome stranger who makes him question everything.

15) Wild Thing | Mature | 65,950 words

Harry doesn’t think love is for him, until Louis shows him just how wild love is.

16) Alpha's Sweet Omega | Not Rated | 66,133 words

Every soulmark differs from Alpha to Beta to Omega. It’s like a puzzle piece that connects you to your soulmate. Some legends from the ancient times say that when you have an aching soulmark, you’re close in finding your mate, and you’ll know that it is your mate when the scent transcends and entices you. And the pain in the mark will subside when you touch your mate. But what if you are already bounded to someone who is not your Alpha? Does social status matter? Will an Alpha fight for his rightful place and win the love of his Omega? The story of love and facing the odds. Making the impossible possible. The things you will do for Love...

17) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83,615 words

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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adore-laur · 20 days

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BEAUTY

— harry & nadine’s meet-cute — it’s kinda all over the place but whatever 🕊️

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SIX YEARS AGO

Grey skies loomed over Loire Valley with the promise of an April rainstorm. The slow-moving river snaked through the scenic countryside and stretched beyond what the human eye could see. Trees rustled in a favorable breeze, stirring up aromas from nearby fruit orchids. Firecrests and turtle doves chirped in the distance, signaling the start of spring.

Nadine savored it all while crossing the bridge on her Beaumont bicycle. In the front wicker basket was her canvas tote bag containing her Kodak camera protectively wrapped in a pillowcase, a serving of fresh tapioca pudding she had impulsively purchased from the local farmer's market, and an unknown flower she had found under the oak tree in her backyard. Her yellow rain poncho crinkled as she pedaled vigorously to get to her destination before the clouds burst. The scrape on her knee she had gotten from falling off her bike in the gravel driveway dully ached. Maybe the rain would wash away the dried blood.

The Domaine de Chaumont-sur-Loire opened its annual International Garden Festival that morning, which Nadine wouldn't have missed for the world. It resurfaced fond childhood memories of strolling through the enriching gardens with her family and getting lost in the creative landscapes showcased by landscapers, architects, and photographers far and wide.

Nadine planned to take modeling photos to build her portfolio. As a curvy girl with distinct ethnic features, getting her foot in the door had been challenging, but the alluring backdrop of the gardens would make her stand out. The theme was Gardens of Sensations.

In the past, it had been no easy feat to try to photograph herself with her less-than-adequate camera and awkward self-direction. However, she prepared to make these sacrifices for a prosperous career. Loire Valley only had one modeling agency, which meant she had to start somewhere small and cheap before traveling north to Paris for more lavish opportunities.

To earn a living, Nadine provided housekeeping services for surrounding chateaus. The work was rewarding, but it did not spark any passion for her. As a young girl, she had been fascinated by the aesthetic of posing in different environments and making fashion statements after seeing magazine spreads of French models strutting down the catwalk. But she had never been able to imagine herself in their shoes—literally and figuratively. Those six-inch heels seemed killer. With her thick eyebrows, pesky cellulite, and blemished skin, she had been the complete opposite of what model scouts sought.

Once Nadine became wiser over the years, she knew her worth. Her natural beauty just needed to be highlighted by the right scenery and clothing.

When she arrived at the festival, she locked her bike on a rack and slung her tote bag over her shoulder. The historical Chateau-de-Chaumont on the sprawling lawn caused her to stop and stare for a moment. It was grand and beautiful, just as she remembered. Her newfangled perspective left her wondering what inspiration she would discover.

After buying an admission ticket, she walked under the arch of the chateau to reach the garden path weaving through twenty-one hectares of artistic garden exhibits. Each display differed depending on where the landscaper originally hailed from, like Japan, Korea, Great Britain, and many other countries. Among the trees was a greenhouse kitchen where vegetables were grown and offered to visitors. Nadine remembered eating juicy little tomatoes there as a teenager—they were called 'the nipples of Venus.' The memory made her smile faintly.

She glanced around for a pretty scene to photograph herself in just as the rain began to sprinkle. Shivering, she pulled the hood of her poncho over her head. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to embark on a modeling adventure. Maybe she should have turned around and gone home.

But further in the gardens, Nadine stumbled upon a peculiar situation. An exhibition was still being set up, nestled in an opening surrounded by greenery like a secret oasis. Landscapers worked diligently to put the finishing touches on it. They removed leaves and branches from the water with pool skimmers. Their work had been delayed by the unpredictable climate in central France. It was a blessing the rain did not fall much through the canopy of trees above.

There was a rectangular vat of water with a wooden path winding through it, similar to a Candyland board. Red bamboo canes stood tall around it, hugging it with vibrant color. There was something simple yet entrancing about it, and she was drawn to the energy of tranquility that called to her.

Nadine slowly approached, trying to act invisible so as not to disturb them. She would wait until they were done before taking photos. Perhaps sitting on the path and posing near the bamboo would be adequate. Yes, that would be a fantastic shot. Unique, too, which was what she was striving for.

Her childlike wonder pushed her closer until her attention snagged on something else. Something a little more... intriguing.

A man stood waist-deep in the water, rearranging bamboo with sedulous care, his bare back turned to her. He had the most muscular, contoured back Nadine had ever seen in her life. It was sculpted in a way that captured her gaze, but she should not have been surprised. He was some sort of landscaper, which was a labor-intensive job. His tendons were surely robust. Sacré bleu, why was she thinking about his tendons?

She snapped out of her man-induced hypnosis. She had a job to get done. Her future was at stake! With that thought, she unwrapped her camera from its cocoon just as a couple of landscapers brushed past her with plastic buckets, paying no mind to her lingering presence. She must have looked like a mere tourist.

Nadine delicately cleared her throat in an attempt to catch the attention of the man with the beautiful back. He was the only one still tending to the exhibit and did not seem to hear her.

"Excusez-moi?" she said, removing her hood to appear more approachable.

The man's large hands, which were also gorgeously sculpted, halted around the lithe bamboo sticks. His face turned before his body did and— goodness gracious. Oh wow. He was pleasing. To look at, she meant. His foreign face was a masterpiece of symmetry. While he did not look French, remnants of European features still adorned his face. A well-chiseled bone structure and an elegant straight nose. Pink lips that were parted. A firm chest with a ridged midsection. Disheveled, rain-soaked hair. A pair of soulful green eyes stared intently at her.

"Bonjour," he replied, sounding perplexed.

Nadine's gaze desperately wanted to wander south again, but she remained strong. "Is this exhibit open to visitors?" she asked.

He regarded her for longer than normal—not scrutinizingly, but rather in a mystified manner. "Yes. My apologies, I was just perfecting a few details."

"I did not mean to intrude. I—" She paused and searched for the proper words. "Well, I was hoping to take pictures for my portfolio here."

"Your portfolio?" he echoed.

Nodding, Nadine nervously tucked her damp hair behind her ears. "For modeling. I am broadening my use of compelling backdrops, and this festival has plenty of them." She waved a hand, the flourishing nature around them not needing further explanation. "Anyway, this particular exhibit caught my eye. Would it be possible for me to take some pictures?"

The man glanced behind her, his brows furrowing. "Where is your photographer?"

"I... do not have one," she said shyly. "I place my camera on a flat surface and set the timer."

It was far too expensive to hire an entire crew for a photoshoot. She would have rather saved money by gaining hands-free experience herself. Besides, people in the modeling industry admired humble beginnings. She was building herself from the ground up.

"Would you like some assistance?" he asked, raindrops gently falling from his chin. Nadine detected a lilted British accent.

"Oh, I do not want to be a nuisance," she said. "I’m sure you are busy."

He walked to the edge closest to her and shook his head, a handsome smile pulling at his lips. "No, not anymore."

Thrilled, Nadine's heartbeat pounded like a stampede of animals. "All right, then."

It was an unexpected turn of events. As far as she was concerned, she had not expected to meet someone as generous as this man. She hadn't expected much of anything out of today since the weather put a damper on her mood, and her dreams often felt unobtainable.

"What's your name?"

Handing over her camera, she answered, "Nadine."

"I'm Harry," he said. "I'm a landscape architect, which might not help your situation, but I did get a passing grade in a college-level photography class. Is that good enough?"

"I don't know," she countered playfully. "I might interpret a passing grade differently from you."

He laughed, his nose scrunching. "B-minus."

She pretended to mull it over before saying, "I will accept that."

"Merci." He sat on the wooden path. "So, do you have any specific ideas in mind for the photoshoot?"

"I know I want to be a part of nature. Close-up shots are preferred. And..." Nadine looked at the exhibit, pondering. "Am I allowed to go in the water?"

"I don't see why not."

"Will I get into trouble? I couldn't stand being banned from this place."

While fidgeting with her camera, Harry said, "This is my exhibit."

This had been designed by him? It was highly impressive, and it made her feel better knowing a person with a meticulous brain and a keen eye for design was helping her. It was also attractive knowing he had constructed it with his bare hands. Did his fingers have calluses? Were there blood, sweat, and tears involved? No, do not think about him sweating!

"You're letting a stranger interfere with your creation?" she asked, willing away the heat rushing up her neck.

As Harry raised the camera to his eye and pointed it at random things, seemingly testing its functionality, he murmured, "You would be adding beauty to it."

In the middle of removing her sandals and poncho, Nadine’s breath hitched. It was quite bold of him to make such a statement. She had to tread carefully around this male enigma. She was there for business and business only.

"Hop in," Harry said. "The water is heated."

She felt vulnerable in her white camisole and brown corduroy maxi skirt. Her curves were accentuated by the spring breeze blowing the fabric. Her feet sank into the dirt. To remain true to the theme of nature and its rawness, she had opted not to wear any makeup.

Shimmying down her skirt and letting it pool on the ground, she revealed her beige underwear. Without saying a word, the mood turned intimate.

While she dipped one leg into the water, Harry's gentlemanly gaze remained fixed on her face. He was right—it was a glorious temperature, like sinking into a lukewarm bath after a long day. She was submerged up to her rib cage.

"Are you new to Loire Valley?" Nadine asked, curious about how this beautiful man showed up in her hometown.

"I live in England. I was invited to this festival to create a United Kingdom exhibit."

"Ah, oui. It must be such an honor. Do you like it here so far?"

Harry nodded. "It's gorgeous. The architecture is brilliant."

"I hope the sheer amount of chateaus we have is not overwhelming,” Nadine said, slicking her hair back with wet palms.

He chuckled and stood up. "Shall we get started?"

Nadine leaned against the edge of the vat, swaying trees and clusters of red bamboo behind her. She settled her expression into her "model face", which was basically just her looking slightly pissed off at something but in a sexy way. With her chin tilted up, she showed off her sharp jaw and neck muscles.

Harry knelt on the wood and held the camera steadily. Leaning forward, he zoomed in at a low angle. There was a look of concentration on his face, and she felt elated that he was so serious about assisting her.

The shutter clicked a few times. By moving her face just a smidge, she subtly posed. It all was natural to her once she was in the moment—it was like breathing. She loved immersing herself in working the camera to her advantage. She made it her best friend.

"Regardez-moi," Harry murmured, sending a delightful shiver down Nadine’s spine. She looked at him with her lips pursed attractively, and he snapped more photos. "Parfaite."

"You speak very good French."

Still adorably focused on his task, he hummed. "I studied architecture at Versailles and took French classes. It's a romantic language."

"I agree." She switched her pose by spreading her arms in the water and trying to smize, as invented by Tyra Banks.

To get the best angles, Harry contorted his body in semi-ridiculous ways. He then got in the water and stood near her. Nadine’s heart rate spiked. He was even more ethereal up close. There was a gentleness to his presence, and she was undeniably attracted to it.

"What do you call an angry French aunt?" Harry asked, setting up a joke.

"Oh, boy. What?"

"A crossaunt."

Nadine let an endeared giggle escape. Slowly lowering the camera, Harry stared at her in awe. His smile was stuck in place as if making her laugh stopped time.

"Fossetes," he whispered. Dimples.

A powerful blush expanded across her face and spread to her chest. Suddenly, her smile turned shy. She had never experienced such attention from a man before. The feeling was both daunting and exhilarating.

Water sluiced down Nadine's body when she stood at her full height. "Thank you for doing this," she said, her voice weak.

"It was my pleasure,” Harry replied. “You made my job easy."

She was going to burst into flames if she kept blushing. "Can I repay the favor in any way?"

His lips quirked to the side as he hummed thoughtfully. "What are your plans for next weekend?" he asked.

"I will most likely be back here again."

"As will I."

"So...” Nadine chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I will see you then?"

"Absolutely." He cleared his throat and held her gaze. "I was wondering if you would fancy doing something with me afterward. We could visit all the farmer's markets. Perhaps stroll along the river at sunset. You could show me your favorite spots and tell me why you love them."

Nadine inhaled a little gasp. If he wanted to spend an evening together, he had surely felt the connection too. It was palpable, hanging thickly in the air like a storm cloud. She could feel the electrical charge with just a single glance. It was definitely worth exploring.

"Unless you're taken,” Harry added uncertainly, combing a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I should have asked first. I just find you so pretty, and you have a lovely laugh." He paused briefly, glimpsing at her lips. "I'd love to hear more of it."

She walked toward him with her pulse going haywire. Her hands cradled his face, and she softly kissed his clean-shaven cheek. "I’m available."

"Oui?"

"Oui."

Harry's eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Splendid. I'm looking forward to it, dove."

Flutters of glee took flight in Nadine's stomach. She had been yearning for a serendipitous moment for ages. The prospect of being wanted always felt unreachable to her. No boys had ever decided she was worth a chance. Now, there was a glimmer of hope.

When Nadine arrived home later that evening, she perused through the pictures on her camera—there were at least fifty. Each one captured her in a certain light that had been unknown to her. Through the eyes of someone else, she found herself feeling desirable.

All thanks to the man with the beautiful back.

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hellyeahscarleteen · 6 months

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katy-l-wood · 4 months

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If you're an indie author who has considered working with a printer in China, but hesitated because working with an international printer seems scary, here's how my week went to show you that it absolutely is not scary.

I have a Kickstarter planned for my next book in January. I needed two things for this at the moment: some arc copies to send around to a few book influencers ahead of the campaign, and an actual sample of the fancy version of the book that I'm aiming for with the Kickstarter.

I decided to use IngramSpark for the arc copies because I'd get them a lot quicker, and they'd be cheaper since I only need a few. So I put together all my files, get everything all sorted into the proper templates and file types and everything. Get all the way to the last stage of uploading everything and...error code. Error code #303, specifically. What is error code #303? Who knows! Ingram certainly doesn't tell you. Just says to "contact your credit representative." I figure "credit representative" might mean it's an issue with my credit card, so I put a different one in. Nope, still error #303. Okay, maybe it's a browser issue. Let's try the dreaded Chrome. Nope, still getting #303ed. Website issue? I'll just try again tomorrow. Nope, still #303ed. I found one single old Reddit thread that mentions the error, but it was in relation to using a promo code for the upload fee. But Ingram doesn't HAVE upload fees anymore, so...???

I finally cave and send a ticket to the help desk, dreading how long it will take given Ingram doesn't like to provide customer service unless you pay them these days. Shockingly, they get back to me in about a day, but only to tell me that I have to instead contact this weird other "credit support" email. They don't forward it to them or anything, just tell me to do it myself. So I do, copying over my original email about the mysterious #303 error. Few hours later they reply saying the issue has been fixed. I still have no idea what the issue was, mind you, but I did finally get my book shoved all the way through the process. But! But! Now I have to wait 2-3 days for them to create a digital proof for me to approve before I can actually order the damn thing. And last time I did this, my book got stuck again and I had to email them again to get it fully pushed through which took about an additional week total. So when will I actually be able to order these arcs? Who knows!

Meanwhile, I emailed my printer in China on Sunday night about the sample of the fancy version and my representative got back to me by Monday morning with a fully detailed quote on exactly what I needed, various photos of samples all under the same lighting so I could pick the right colors for everything, and templates ready to go based on my specifications. She did it so fast I actually wasn't ready for her and had to tell her it'd be another 48 hours before I could get her the files.

So yeah. Working with international manufacturers who actually give a shit is a DELIGHT. No need to be intimidated by it.

#Self Publishing #Self Publishing Tips

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kittenofdoomage · 4 months

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Midnight

Summary: New Year’s Eve brings a surprise at the end of a crappy year.

Pairing: female!reader (Y/N) x unnamed male

Word Count: 3610

Warnings: angst, mentions of break ups of long term relationships, anxiety, fluff, masked dances, semi-public smut, some mild breaking and entering, fingering, full vaginal sex, some mild feelings of unhappiness

A/N: This is another one of those "pick your character" fics that I can't really post on Ao3, so I'm posting here to wish you all a very happy new year. I hope everyone has a peaceful and blessed 2024, and that the fall of the patriarchy/death of capitalism finally comes to fruition. Enjoy!

Originally, her plan for New Year’s Eve had involved a family-size bag of Doritos and whatever movies she could find on Netflix. She had no work for the next week, no boyfriend since Andrew had dumped her in the summer, and when Dee had surprised her with a ticket to the annual city New Year’s Masquerade Ball, she had ultimately failed to provide an excuse good enough to turn it down.

“All of us are going,” Dee had informed her excitedly, making sure Y/N had no wiggle room. “I’ll help you find a dress, we’ve got a huge car booked -”

“Okay, okay,” Y/N smiled, internally dying at the thought of an evening around strangers, even ones in masks. “I’m in.”

Maybe it would do her some good. Since the end of her relationship, she’d been unable to summon enthusiasm for anything, and she had to admit, shopping for a dress and giggling over imagined possible events at the ball with her friends was more fun than she had had in a while. She hadn’t realized just how stale her life had become, even before Andrew broke up with her.

The downside to the evening presented itself with the understanding that she would very much be the proverbial fifth wheel. Dee and Jenny both had dates for the night in the form of their long term partners, David and Leanne, respectively. Still, they assured her that they wouldn’t ignore her in favor of their company - Leanne had even offered up a blind date, but Y/N quickly turned her down, politely, because although she didn’t want to seem ungrateful, she didn’t think it would make her evening any more enjoyable. It would probably have had the opposite effect.

New Year’s Eve rolled around faster than she wanted it to, despite her excitement for the party. She started preparing ridiculously early, and by the time her cab arrived to take her to Dee’s, she was trembling with nerves. Her friends didn’t make it any better when she got there, chatting excitedly, making her feel like she’d be wallpaper the entire night. Still, she smiled and nodded along, following quietly when the car arrived to take them to the hotel downtown.

The Masquerade Ball was held in the same place every year. It wasn’t exclusive, but it was limited, another reason Y/N had been reluctant to turn down the ticket. They arrived in plenty of time to join the queue, and the chilly evening had her wishing she’d brought more than her light jacket. She shuddered in silence, keeping up with Dee as they shuffled closer to their destination, feeling more and more underdressed in her simple unembellished evening gown as she took in the stunning dresses and tuxedos everyone else was wearing. Of course, she couldn’t see anyone's faces, which made it marginally better, but she still felt underwhelming in comparison.

They made it inside within thirty minutes, accepting direction to their table in the grand ballroom several floors up. It was busy, and loud, and the dancefloor was already bustling with bodies grinding together to the late nineties pop tune that was currently playing. The ticket had stated a mixture of classical and popular music, with opportunities for “proper” dancing. Around the room there were several booths, the capitalist side of the event, and as the group seated themselves at the table, Jenny grabbed Y/N’s hand and pointed toward one booth at the back of the room.

“Look, they’re doing the Dance Card stall this year!”

Y/N scrunched up her face. “What’s that?”

“It’s like a game, people can sign up and get matched with a dance partner for a song. You can do it as many times as you like.”

“So it’s like Speed Dating?” Leanne asked, pulling a similar face to Y/N.

“I don’t think so,” Y/N giggled, shaking her head at the thought of getting up close and personal with a stranger. “I just wanna enjoy the party.”

Dee leaned into her, smiling. “I’ll dance with you, baby girl, don’t worry.”

The ballroom was filling quickly, and for the first part of the evening, Y/N stayed with the group, chatting over the music and drinking. Occasionally, Leanne would drag Jenny off to dance, or Dee would make David, but they never left her alone, something she was grateful for. She shared a dance with Dee, but quickly found the crowd overwhelming, so she remained at the table while the others took turns in dancing.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna try the dance card thing?” Jenny asked, leaning in as Dee pulled her boyfriend from the table. “Just once?”

Y/N looked over at the booth again, ready to deny it, then her gaze caught on one figure that seemed to stand out from the crowd. He was standing off to the side of the booth, leaning against the wall, a full glass in one hand with the other in his pocket, and she was certain he was looking right back at her. There was something familiar about him, not that there was anything extraordinary that would have made him stand out in the first place. The tuxedo he wore was the same as a dozen others she’d seen, and he was wearing the standard mask they were handing out on the door for those who forgot or didn’t have one.

“Oh my god, you’re thinking about it,” Jenny giggled, touching her forearm and bringing her attention back to the table. When she looked over at the booth again, the man was gone, and disappointment settled into her stomach.

“I’m not,” she assured her friend. “I thought - nevermind.”

Her mind was already wandering as Leanne distracted her girlfriend from badgering her. It couldn’t have been him, even if her gut was telling her it was. He wouldn’t be in the city, let alone at the same party she was at, it was impossible. The one that got away had gone away permanently, a long time before Andrew was even a blip on her radar, and it was just wistful thinking making some random stranger look like him.

Dee returned, breathless from her dance, though David didn’t return with her. “He’s getting more drinks,” she explained as Jenny asked where he went. The two other women took their turn to go and dance, and Y/N drew back into herself a little, realizing they were spending their time keeping her company when they should have been enjoying themselves.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, looking at Dee, who blinked in confusion.

“For what?”

“You’re -” Y/N gestured wildly. “Looking after me, like usual. I’m a buzzkill.”

Her friend laughed. “Honey, do I look like my buzz has been killed? I can’t dance to every single song anyways, I’m not seventeen anymore.”

“You’re sure?”

Sighing, Dee leaned in, covering Y/N’s hand with her own. “You need this,” she insisted. “Since Douchebag McDouche left you - yahoo, by the way - you’ve been in a slump. And I hate seeing you miserable.”

“I know,” Y/N mumbled, sagging in her seat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so… boring.”

“You’re not boring,” Dee replied, squeezing your hand. “You just need to rediscover yourself a little.” She picked up her almost empty drink, draining the last of it. “You could always try the dance card thing. Maybe you’ll find someone to kiss at midnight. Even if it’s just for midnight.”

The idea was less than appealing but Y/N looked in that direction anyway, just in case the mystery man was there again. When he wasn’t, and she sighed, Dee frowned.

“Not up for it?”

“It’s not that,” Y/N murmured, wary of their companions returning. “Do you remember after college, there was that guy -”

“I got fresh drinks for everyone!” David announced, arriving back at the table with a tray in his hands. Instantly, Y/N fell silent, and Dee quickly realized she wouldn’t be getting anything more out of her. “Another rum, Y/N?” David asked, handing her a drink regardless of her answer.

She got to her feet with a forced smile. “Actually, I’m going to find the ladies room,” she informed both of them, stepping away and waving off Dee’s almost immediate offer to join her. The crowd wasn’t as dense as it looked, and she easily found her way to the lobby, following the posted signs for the restrooms. There was a queue that she quickly joined, pulling her phone from her purse, scrolling through her Twitter feed to pass the time.

Someone across the lobby yelled, which made everyone look that way to see a gentleman being forcefully exited by security. Y/N watched along with them, and as the scene died down, she went to turn her attention back to her phone, only to see him again. This time he was at the other side of the lobby, standing with a group of people, and when he caught her eye, he smiled, raising his drink a little in her direction. She froze in surprise, staring back, and it took the woman behind her in the queue jostling her to get her to look away.

He was gone again when she glanced back, but the queue was moving too quickly for her to do anything. Her heart was in her throat as she rushed to be done in the restroom, scanning the crowd the second that she was out in the lobby again, finding the group he was with gone and him with them. It was stupid how disappointed she was, when she wasn’t even sure if it was who she thought it was or even if it was the same person.

For all she knew, she was going crazy.

“Idiot,” she muttered to herself, heading back into the ballroom to find the table again. None of her friends were there, all busy on the dancefloor, and her stomach dropped, anxiety rushing in at her. “What am I doing?” she whispered, certain she was going to cry.

“You look a little lost,” said a man from behind her, in a voice she recognized even after all this time.

“Yes, well,” she replied, keeping her gaze on the dancefloor in case she was imagining him. “These things are more for couples, aren’t they?”

He laughed, and her insides churned with a need to see his face, to make sure it was really him, because she felt like it was a dream. She still remembered the last time she’d seen him, just the back of his head as he left, taking her whole heart with him even if he didn’t know it. “I suppose so,” he agreed, and a hand brushed the small of her back, making her inhale sharply. “Would you like to dance?”

Why was he here? How? What was happening?

She nodded, holding her questions in as he took her hand to lead her to the dancefloor, just as a slower classical number came on. Finally, she turned her head, disappointed that the mask covered his face, but recognizing his features underneath. Her heart soared, nerves gathering as butterflies in her stomach, and she couldn’t help but smile through her mask at him. He smiled back, pulling her closer as they reached a spot with enough room not to feel cramped.

Neither of them spoke. Her desire to know where he had been, why he was there, was held at bay by the simple comfort of just being in his arms. He was still fond of the same aftershave by the scent clinging to his clothes, and his hair was slightly different, but otherwise he was exactly as she remembered, and she couldn’t help leaning in to rest her cheek against his shoulder as they moved slowly to the music. Across the dancefloor, she met Dee’s confused gaze from where she was dancing with David, recognizable by her hair, and Y/N smiled at her so she knew everything was okay.

“You look just as beautiful as the last time I saw you,” he murmured, making her lift her head to look at him. “Can’t believe it’s been so long.”

“How can you tell that I look the same?” she asked playfully. “I’m wearing a mask.”

He chuckled. “I just know,” he shrugged, smirking at her.

“You’re still just as big,” she said shyly. “Your hair is different.” The music picked up speed a little, transitioning to a faster beat, and Y/N frowned as couples around them started to get a little showy with their movements. “I don’t think I like this song,” she joked.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” he agreed, stepping back and taking her hand again.

As they moved through the crowd, they passed Dee, who stared at the man with her in shock, recognizing him, and mouthing a “is that who I think it is” while pointing at him. Y/N nodded, not stopping to explain as he led her into the lobby and towards a fire exit. “Wait,” she hissed, “where are we going? It’s gonna be midnight soon.”

He glanced back with a grin. “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “No one’s up there.”

The there he was referring to escaped her, but she had always trusted him, and she had no reason not to now. With a nod, she followed him through the fire exit, into the stairwell and away from the noise. He started to climb the steps, looking back to make sure she was with him, and on the next floor, they entered a larger, empty room that was only lit by a few lamps.

“What is this place?” she asked.

“A lounge,” he replied. “There’s a balcony we can watch the fireworks from.”

“Won’t someone catch us?”

His eyes sparkled behind the mask. “Only if we’re not quiet.”

The balcony was separated from the room by large doors that weren’t locked. Y/N followed him out into the night, feeling her breath get snatched away by the view of the city. There was a balcony on the ballroom floor too, and she could hear the music below and the chattering of people on the balcony. She pulled away from him to approach the stone ledge, unsure she’d ever seen anywhere look so pretty.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

He was behind her, one hand on her hip as he pressed into her, burying his nose in her hair. “Isn’t it?” he mumbled, though she wasn’t sure they were talking about the same thing.

“You’re really here,” she turned to look up at him, “after all these years, you came back.”

“It would have been sooner. But… things happened. And when I came back to see you, you always seemed happy with someone. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

Guilt made her insides churn because she hadn’t been, not really. Enough to fool herself, enough to hurt herself, maybe, but she’d always known what had slipped through her fingers. “And now? How did you know I’d be here?”

His cheeks darkened. “Dee posted a picture of you guys getting ready,” he explained, a little sheepishly. “I pulled some strings. This is not actually my tux.”

“You know,” she whispered, “I had a pretty crappy year.”

“Me too.”

Lifting a hand, she pressed it to his cheek. He leaned into it, covering her hand with his own. “I never thought I’d see you again. This feels like a dream.”

“It’s not,” he replied softly. “Lemme prove it.”

She wasn’t quite expecting him to kiss her but after the split second of shock, she melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck as his tongue slipped between her lips. The action made her moan, and he groaned in reply, clutching at her like she might disappear. When they broke apart, she felt almost high, unable to stop herself from smiling.

“We never had a chance to do that before,” she gasped breathlessly. His fingers were digging into her hips, pulling her body flush with his, and she could feel his erection through the fabric of his pants. Her body reacted with a rush of warmth between her thighs, and before she could stop herself, a lustful whine tore itself from her lips.

His gaze grew hungrier. “There’s a lot of things we never had a chance to do,” he practically growled, voice so low that she shuddered in his hold.

“There’s no one here,” she said abruptly, surprised at her own words.

Her dress was already bunching in his hands as he tugged it up. “Tell me to stop,” he grunted as he pulled the fabric higher, pressing his mouth to hers in a desperate, quick kiss. “Tell me to stop and I can wait, I promise -”

She stopped him with a deeper kiss, rubbing her hand against the bulge in his pants. “I can’t,” she whimpered.

He turned her, pulling her back against him. “You’re so beautiful,” he hummed, pulling her dress up again until it was bunched over her ass, pinning it there with his body. Sliding a hand underneath the fabric still covering her front, he rubbed his fingertips over her mound, pressing his lips to her throat. “Are you wet?”

Her answer wouldn’t come out as she struggled to process what was happening. He chuckled, working his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, finding the answer himself when he stroked her slit. She moaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder, rubbing herself into his erection.

Two thick fingers spread her open, sinking into her with ease, and she yelped, lurching forward. The roar of the party below became clearer as she caught herself on the balcony edge. “Someone could hear,” she panted, unable to stop her hips from rocking into the same rhythm as his fingers. “They’re right below us -”

“Guess you’ll have to try and be quiet,” he replied with a low chuckle. “The fireworks will be starting soon.”

She nodded, gasping as the heel of his palm ground into her clit, thick fingers still thrusting inside her. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, and a breathy groan made her shudder and push back against him. The consistent stimulation was making her head swim; her eyes fluttered shut and her hands tightened on the stone balcony.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked. She whimpered, nodding when she couldn’t make herself speak, and he laughed again, working his fingers a little harder until the tremble that had started in her knees seized her whole body. Her cunt clenched around the intrusion, the sound of her wetness reaching her over the party noises below them, and finally, she cried out once, covering her own mouth as she shuddered around him.

His hand withdrew, leaving her bereft. She gulped down air in her brief reprieve, then inhaled sharply as his hot and heavy cock landed against her exposed bottom. He didn’t wait, thumbing the tip down until it slotted between her thighs, rubbing right against her sensitive labia. The hunger for more returned, and she tilted her hips, allowing his thick head to find its target, and she arched as each inch filled her until she could feel the soft fabric of his pants pressed against her ass. Only when he was fully sheathed did he stop, dropping his lips to the bare curve of her shoulder with a tiny, contented sigh.

“Only ever dreamed of this,” he whispered, grinding deep inside her. “Feeling you wrapped around me -” He sighed again, the same happy little noise. “Fuck -”

She whimpered his name when he pulled back to sink home again with his hands grasping her hips tightly. His height forced her to lift slightly, but he quickly bent his knees, enabling him to drive into her a little harder, forcing a squeak from her lips when he bottomed out again.

“Listen,” he grunted, leaning in close, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. Below them, the crowd was chanting, and it sounded like the whole city was too. Her lover started to count with them, slamming into her hard enough to punch the air from her lungs with every number. “Seven, six, five -”

Her pussy clenched around him, and as the countdown drew to an end, she cried out, letting the sound be drowned out by the sudden burst of fireworks that lit up the night sky. She pushed back into him as she came, and his pace quickened, his own climax filling her hot and thick as the party music struck up again from the floor below.

A pleasurable buzz left her dizzy and she clutched the balcony, letting her blurry gaze linger on the city underneath. The sensation of his withdrawal made her hum happily, and when he pulled her to her feet, she stumbled right into his arms and his kiss. His lips left her dizzier than before, and she gave him a dopey smile as he chuckled and cupped her cheek.

“Happy New Year.”

She leaned into his touch. “Happy New Year.”

“Your friends will be wondering where you are,” he murmured.

“Let them wonder,” she replied, almost drunk on him, clinging to the front of his tuxedo. “What now?”

He inhaled deeply, wrapping his arms around her. “Well, I was hoping to take you home,” he said quietly, lips twitching with a smile.

“And tomorrow?” she asked, daring to hope.

His smile became a grin. “I waited so long for this, you think I’m gonna give it up now?”

Her heart pounded as she smiled back up at him. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

Psst, if you wanna tell me who you were imagining, send an ask or reblog 😘

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ladylooch · 1 year

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can you do another nico smut please? 🤭 what my world spins around lives rent free in my head

Omg, this has to be the best compliment you can give to a writer! 🥹Thank you so much! Like, you’re telling me, you’re out doing mundane Monday things and you think of Nico at the kitchen counter turning into an absolute hoe? I have peaked!

Since you brought up What My World Spins Around, this one is part of that au.

I'm happy to provide us with the Nico smut we all need. Thank you for requesting this!

Word Count: 1.2k

I love dating the captain of an NHL team, really.. I do. There are so many wonderful things in our lives because of his job: fancy dinners, endless supply of event tickets, an incredible apartment, and financial freedom I couldn’t have imagined before him.

But there are some things that really get under my skin and he’s currently doing one of them.

My eyes trail away from my book, lifting to Nico at the kitchen island in our New Jersey apartment. The Devils have already clinched their playoff spot after an electric season. Someone should give my boyfriend the memo. The other Devils have eased into a period of relaxation and contentment. They are content with the knowing of having their ticket punched for the postseason. They’re revving in that joy and believe It’s okay to take the foot a bit off the accelerator to enjoy time with their families before the true craziness begins.

Captain Nico Hischier could never. Instead of cozying up to me on the couch, he’s spending our Sunday night scrubbing through game video on his iPad.

I let out a purposefully loud sigh, rolling my head from side to side to stretch my neck. Nico’s eyes lift briefly to me, watching as I take out the scrunchy holding my hair in place. I scratch at my scalp letting out a soft moan. His eyes trail down the simple v-neck shirt I’m wearing before returning to the iPad. I narrow my gaze at him. He’s going to play hard to get tonight.

I toss my book to the side, standing to stretch my arms above my head. Nico’s eyes trail slowly away from the iPad again, attaching to the slice of skin exposed between my shorts and t-shirt. Our eyes meet and hold in a slight test of one another. Nico’s tongue trails along his bottom lip as he watches me.

“I’m going to bed.” I announce to him, tugging my bottom lip into my mouth to nibble as I await his response.

“Okay, baby. Goodnight.”

“You’re going to make me go to bed alone, captain?” I ask. He doesn’t respond, but his eyes don’t return to the iPad, signaling an internal battle. I shrug, turning back to the couch and bending over to grab my book. I hear Nico grunt behind me at the sight of me from behind- it’s his favorite after all. He clears his throat.

“I shouldn’t be long… just have a few more to watch.”

“Okay. I know how to put myself to bed.” My words flirt seductively through the air to him.

“Don’t do anything without me.” He requests. I toss a laugh over my shoulder at him as I head towards our bedroom.

“No promises. Not sure I can wait.” I am in the hallway when I hear the iPad snap shut at the kitchen counter, announcing my win.

Nico cuts the distance quickly. His hands come to my hips as I enter our bedroom. He forces me to the bed in front of us. I turn to toss my arms around his shoulders. I tug the back of his neck so our lips meet in a hot kiss. Nico pants into my mouth as my palm connects with his erection. His fingers slide my clothes to the side and glide through my slick folds. I hum to him as he circles my clit. He pulls away to watch my face. I squeeze him tighter in my hand forcing his brown eyes to close in ecstasy. I grin, watching him surrender to me.

“Get your fine ass on that bed.” He growls, separating us to take his shirt off.

His fingers work mine off just as quickly. I wiggle myself out of the rest of my clothes as he slides the waistband of his pants down. His erection springs out into my hand. The skin of his shaft is warm and soft, but he’s rigid and pulsing with each stroke of my palm on him. My thumb strokes the vein along the underside of his cock. Once I reach his head, I smear the bead of wetness along his slit, savoring the way more seeps out at my touch. “Babe.” He reaches his hands down to my ass, squeezing both cheeks in his strong grip. “You’re teasing a ticking bomb here. I want to come in you, not like this.” He licks his lips as he talks to me, small pants sputter from his lips, all of his tells pointing to how close he is to ending our fun in my hand.

“And you didn’t want to come to bed.” I tease him, licking up his lips. He shoves my shoulders and I crash back on the bed. I snicker loudly at the annoyed scrunch of his eyebrows. He pushes my knees apart, poising himself at my entrance. His fingers hold my hips as he slides in, ceasing all noise from my mouth as I suck in a deep, exhilarated breath. “Fuck.” I sputter to him, whining slightly as he begins to move.

“Yeah, you’re done teasing me aren’t you, baby?” He asks me as he thrusts deep, causing my head to snap back into the bed. “Cause I’m giving you what you need? That feel good, pretty girl?”

“Mhm.” I breathe out to him. My next inhale is needy and he softens into his next thrust, crumbling into the desire. His thrusts pound into me, strong hips and thighs working overtime to pull the orgasm from my inner walls. I clench him tightly, working my legs around his waist so he has to stay deep. “Neeks.” I whimper to him as he increases his thrusts, bringing my breathing up to border hyperventilation. I’m getting dizzy. He pulls his head back from my shoulder, watching every stroke of pleasure fill my face. My cheeks are turning pink, eyes dewey, with red lips from his teeth tugging on them.

“Look at me.” He whispers, brown eyes appearing like midnight as he devours my face. He licks his lips before they stretch into a smile. “Tell me how good I feel as you come.” His finger tips slide between our bodies, flirting with my clit. He waits, watching my eyes as they roll back then shut, my back arches and he increases the pressure to exactly what I need.

“It’s- It’s so- ugh.” My feminine grunt signals the intense orgasm that rips through my core. “Oh.” Drops from my lips as Nico pumps me through every wave, fingers pressing deeper until I convulse into him.

A profound ‘fuck’ drops from his lips as hot ribbons coat my walls.

“I’m so in love with you.” He says to me as our rough breathing shakes our abdomens against each other. My smile slides against his cheek as I breathe out a final moan.

“You are everything, Nico Hischier. Absolutely… everything…to… me.”

I take his soft smooch as agreement.

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