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noisynaia · 1 year

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I have recently found your blog and I am obsessed! I saw your requests are open and I wanted to ask you for some Frankie smut 😋 (could also be Marcus P if you prefer)

Frankie and reader have been friends for years and are both secretly in love with the other but they are dumb and oblivious and don't think the other is feeling the same. But one morning they wake up after a one-night stand together and think they have ruined their friendship but they finally figure their shit out and get together. Thank you in advance!! 💗🤗

𝐵𝐴𝐶𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐸𝐺𝐺𝑆

I was so happy to get this request, I have missed writing for Frankie 💕

word count: 5.3k

pairing: Francisco Morales x afab!reader

note: Explicit (18+). Smut. A little angst with a happy ending. Drinking. Mutual pining. Friends to lovers. Love confessions. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Unprotected P in V (with the use of contraception). Creampie. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proofread and English is not my native language.

You slowly stir as you’re pulled out of your sleep, a beam of sunlight is sneaking through the blinds, landing right on your face. The first thing you register is that your mouth feels dry and that you have a headache. You let out an unsatisfied grunt, turning around to lay on your stomach, burying your head in the soft pillow without opening your eyes, trying to flee the pestering light as you slowly ease into consciousness. It is kind of weird that the sun would hit your face from that angle, it doesn’t really make sense with the placement of your bedroom window. Something else is off you realize.

Your pillow, which usually smells of your lavender laundry detergent, smells different, good, but different, is it pine? Kind of smells like Frankie actually… And that is when you realize that you are not laying in your own bed. Your eyes shoot open. The realization of where you are feels like a bucket of ice water being poured over you. You’re in your friend’s bed, your best friend’s bed, and you’re naked… So very naked.

You let out a choked gasp as memories of last night slowly come back to you in fragments.

You and Frankie making out on his couch, which had led to the two of you dry-humping each other like a couple of desperate teenagers. Frankie taking your hand, leading you back to his bedroom. The sweet praise falling from his mouth as your lips were wrapped around his cock. Your fingers entangled in his hair while his face was buried between your thighs. Your screams of pleasure as he had split you in half with his cock, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders while he pounded his cock deep into you. How he had kissed you so tenderly through your climax...

Shit.

You slowly turn your head, looking over at the empty space next to you, feeling your stomach drop at the sight of a neatly folded set of Frankie’s clothes laid out for you. A peace offering? You sit up slowly, groaning displeased in your hungover state. You’re clutching the sheets that are covering your naked body to not let it slip, even though you’re alone in the bedroom, but you can’t help but feel too exposed.

It had been a mistake, maybe the biggest mistake of your life. How could you let this happen? What are you going to do now? You can not lose Frankie

You almost feel like crying when the distant smell of coffee and bacon hits your nostrils. The fact that you have to face Frankie, who is on the other side of the door cooking breakfast for you is terrifying, he has done that countless times, but this time is under such different circumstances and you can’t help but fear that this time will be the last and you can’t stand the thought of that. You will not be able to bear to hear him tell you that last night was a fluke and that it didn’t mean anything, but it is a much better alternative than letting this ruin your friendship. You have been in love with him since high school, if you had been meant to be, if he had ever felt about you like you feel about him, you would have been together by now. You can deal with him not feeling the same, you have already done that for years, but losing his presence in your life you won’t be able to handle. How could you even let this happen?!

The night had started like any other Friday night. You Frankie, Ben, Will and Santi occupying a booth at your favorite bar. Laughs and banter over beers which had turned into tequila shots. You and Frankie had ended up being the only two left, you complained about having to go home and Frankie had offered you to come and crash on his couch like you have done so many times before. As much as you want to stay hidden under the covers, hiding away from the world forever, you know that you will have to get up and face the music. As tempting as it is you ignore the soft clothing option Frankie had laid out for you. This will be hard enough to do, wearing his clothes would definitely not make it easier.

You get out of the bed, wincing at the ache between your legs as you pick up your crumpled clothes from the floor and quickly pull them on, but you freeze in horror as you feel a drop of cum leaking out of your worn cunt. You swallow thickly at the sensation. Thank goodness for your IUD you think.

—

The first thing Frankie notices when he wakes is his arm feeling numb, the second thing he notices is the course of the feeling.

You.

He swallows thickly, as he turns his head to the right. There you are, softly snoring beside him, using his arm as a pillow. The sheets are covering most of your body, but it is still clear that you are just as naked as he is.

He feels his face heat and his cock twitching, as the events of last night come crashing over him. How the two of you had ended up back at his apartment after the other guys had headed home from the bar. It had been such a normal night, one like the many, many other ones just like it. You, him and the guys had been out, but when the night was coming to an end you had left with him instead of going home to your own place, not that that is so uncommon, Frankie lives closer to the bar than you do and you have often come back home with him to crash on his couch after a night out instead of going back to your own apartment. The one huge difference that set last night apart from all the other times are the events that have led up to him now waking up next to you in his bed.

The two of you had been pretty drunk when you came back to his apartment, but you had decided to get a couple more beers from his fridge instead of going to bed. The two of you had been sitting on his couch, talking and laughing as you reminisced over old memories. He doesn’t remember exactly how the conversation had ended up taking the direction that it had, but the two of you had ended up kissing which had led to so much more.

He can’t believe that it had actually happened. Frankie can’t even remember a time that he hasn’t been in love with you. You are everything he has ever wanted. It has always been you. In every meaningless one-night stand, in every relationship, not that he has had many, it has always been you that he has secretly yearned for. You have always been the standard that he, conscious or not, has been searching for in others, never being able to find it in any other than you. Not that he has ever told you this… He has never had the bravery to tell you about his feelings for you. As much as he has always wanted you in a romantic way, your friendship has always been way too important for him. He loves you as a friend just as much as he is in love with you. Telling you how he truly feels for you has always been too risky, the chance of it ruining your friendship too mortifying. He has been able to live without having you in the way he secretly wants to for all these years, but not having you as a friend, not having you in his life? He doesn’t think he could survive that.

Now as he looks at your sleeping figure next to him he feels like all the air has been knocked out of his lungs. There you are, his best friend, so lovely, so beautiful, fast asleep in his bed curled up beside him and he feels absolutely terrified. But it is not the only thing he is feeling. There is a flutter of hope growing inside his chest. Could it be that you actually feel some of the same feelings as him? Why else would you have kissed him? Why else would you have asked him to take you to his bed?

No. He can’t think like that. He has had enough casual sex in his life to know that it doesn’t have to mean anything, but it has never been a part of your relationship and it has never been something he has wanted with you. His feelings for you are way, way too deep for him to ever be able to do that.

He will have to wait till you wake to figure out if this is going to lead to the start of his wildest dream come true or if this is going to be the biggest mistake of his life.

He takes in a shaky breath as he starts to slowly slide his arm away from your head, you stir a little but he knows how heavy of a sleeper you are, especially after you have been drinking so he isn’t really afraid of waking you. He gets out of the bed, quickly dressing himself in soft clothing before laying out some clean sweatpants and a clean shirt for you, for when you wake, you will probably want something soft after last night.

He tiptoes out of the bedroom, he is not going to be able to sleep more anyway and he wants to have breakfast ready for you when you wake, sure that you will have a hangover just like himself. He set the coffee over to brew before getting eggs and bacon out of the fridge and putting bread in the toaster.

Frankie starts on the fluffy scrambled eggs, making them just how he knows you like them best, getting lost in his own thoughts as he cooks.

“Good morning.” The sound of your voice is pulling him out of his head, it is weak and slightly raspy from sleep. He turns his head to look at you, but you avoid his gaze as you hesitantly step into the kitchen. He had left a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt for you before going to the kitchen to cook breakfast, but you are wearing your own clothes which are slightly wrinkled and smelling slightly of spilt drinks.

“Morning.” He says, placing two plates of eggs and bacon on the kitchen table, gesturing for you to sit down, before pouring you some coffee.

You accept the mug, cradling it between your hands as you stare down into it, while he sits down at the chair opposite of yours. Delicate ribbons of steam dance in the air in front of you. You have eaten many breakfasts together over the years, but none of them has been this tense. None of them had been the morning after you had slept together so of course it makes sense that this time it’s different, but he hates how you don’t even look at him. The two of you are eating in silence, a silence that seems to just stretch on and on before he finally gathers the courage to speak.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little hungover, but I’ll be grand.” You respond, blowing into your mug to cool off your coffee before taking a sip.

“So, uhm…” He fidgets with his own mug, nervous about starting the conversation. He had hoped it would be easier. A part of him had hoped you would have emerged from his bedroom wearing his clothes, wrapping your arms around him and that would be it. Of course, he knows that it isn’t that simple, but last night wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t feel a little of what he is feeling, right? “About last night–”

You cut him off before he gets to finish his sentence. “Listen, can we just pretend this never happened?”

Frankie studies your face for a moment, trying to find some sort of sign that you don’t regret last night, but he can’t find one. His stomach drops, you can’t even meet his eyes. Fuck… Has he ruined everything between you?

“Of course.” He croaks out.

He suddenly feels like he has to throw up. It hadn’t meant for you what it meant for him. You regret it and maybe your friendship is ruined forever.

“Okay.” You say simply, quickly finishing your coffee before standing up. “I should also head home, don’t want to take up all of your Saturday.” You mutter.

Frankie doesn’t say that that is the worst excuse he has ever heard. The two of you have spent more Saturdays together than apart, but you clearly don’t want to stay so he is not going to hold you. “Want me to drive you?” He asks instead.

“No.” You shake your head. “I’ll walk, I think the fresh air will be good for my headache.”

He just nods, not trusting his own voice at this moment, he feels so fucking broken, and before he even gets to say goodbye you’re out of the door.

“Shit.” He chokes out, planting his face in his hands. He has really fucked up…

—

You are slumping into the soft cushions of your couch with a tub of ice cream, your favorite comfort movie playing on the tv as you curse yourself for being such a coward. You had told Frankie that you should just forget about the incident and act like it never happened but you are clearly not good at following your own words.

It’s Saturday night, a week has gone by since you had woken up in Frankie’s bed. You haven’t seen him since you walked out of his door after eating breakfast in his kitchen. You have not been able to face Frankie. You had still texted with him a little throughout the week, but not nearly as much as you normally would. Benny had a fight last night but you had, as much as it had pained you to not show up for your friend, not come. You were not ready to face Frankie yet, so you had come up with a lame excuse, but had made sure to call Benny afterwards, he had won the fight and the boys were out to celebrate tonight, and as much as you wanted to be there with them, you had come up with another excuse, telling them that you weren’t feeling well.

You’re halfway through your movie when you hear a knock on your door. Pausing your movie and setting down your half eaten ice cream on the coffee table before shuffling to the door. You feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs when you open the door to see Frankie standing on your doorstep, his signature black baseball cap in his hands as he anxiously fidgets the canvas of it between his fingers.

“Hey.” You say

“Hey.” He echoes, before adding. “Uhm, you weren’t at Bennys last night and you didn’t come tonight either and then Will said you had told him you weren’t feeling well, so I just wanted to check on you.” He stutters over his words slightly.

“Oh, well I’m okay. I was just kind of tired.” You know that you don’t sound very convincing, you had been the one to say that you should act like nothing happened, but you sure are not good at acting on it.

“Are you avoiding me?” Frankie blurts out.

“No, I-I’m not avoiding you.” You say, but you know you don’t sound convincing, you have never been a good liar.

Frankie sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair. “I think we should talk…”

“About what?” You mutter, knowing that playing dumb is a bad strategy, but you had not expected for him to turn up at your doorstep.

“About last week.” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

You’re close enough to count every single eyelash and every single freckle on his handsome face, it’s distracting. What does he have to be so damn beautiful for?

“Frankie, I thought we agreed to not talk about that.” You say, your voice is much weaker than you want it to be. He winces slightly at your use of Frankie. It’s not often that you call him that. He has always been Cisco to you. It is what you, and only you, call him. Something sacred between just the two of you, but you couldn’t bring it over your lips while having this conversation, not when it feels like you have lost him over your dumb drunken mistake.

“I know we did, but I think we need to talk about it…” He states in a flat tone, before adding. “I need to talk about it.”

“I don’t know what there is to talk about. We were drunk, it happened and… and you don’t have to feel bad or anything. I'm not mad at you, I know that it didn’t mean anything to you, so-” You don’t get to finish your sentence, Frankie cuts you off, his voice shaky as he pours his heart out.

“But it did! It meant fucking everything to me.”

You freeze, an ocean of emotions washing over you. Confusion, disbelief, hope, fear. It’s all too much. You shake your head at him, not knowing what to think or what to say. “Frankie it’s okay, you don’t have to lie to me.”

“Is that really what you think?” Frankie says so softly like he can’t believe what you just said. There is a sadness in his eyes that confuses you. You stare at him as he shakes his head slightly, a hurt look on his face as he continues. “You really think it didn’t mean anything to me? You really think that I would have done it if it didn’t?” Hurt laces his voice. He searches your eyes, desperate for an answer, and you can practically see the way his heart starts to fracture. “I’d never do that to you, I could never be that careless with your feelings.” Frankie exhales through his nose.

“What are you saying?” Your voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper.

“I love you, okay… I-I’m in love with you. I don’t expect you to feel the same and I am sorry if this ruins everything, but I just had to tell you, okay”

You feel like the entire world has come to a halt. You can’t believe your own ears. He whispers your name softly, as you stand in front of him frozen. Your head is spinning, trying to process his words. He loves you? Francisco Morales is in love with you? You feel your eyes welling with tears and suddenly, without even realizing what you're doing, as if you are on autopilot you launch yourself at him, crashing your lips to his.

“Cisco, I have loved you since I was seventeen…” You whisper against his lips when you finally have to break the kiss as your lungs start to burn from lack of air.

He lets out a choked laugh. “Not to steal your thunder, sweetheart, but I think I can beat that.” He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you.”

“Shut up.” You whisper, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Make me?” He says with a sly smile.

You are happy to oblige, connecting your lips once again. It is not like any kiss you have ever had before. Kissing him last week had been good, but this? This kiss is absolutely magical because now you know that Frankie loves you. Loves you in the same way you love him.

“Love you, Cisco. Love you so much.” You spill into the kiss, making him hum against your mouth, you love the way it makes your lips vibrate.

“I’m yours If you will have me, sweetheart. I have always been yours.”

“Of course I want you, Cisco. I have always wanted you.”

“I can’t believe we have spent so much time being this fucking dumb.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, we have a lot of time to make up for.” You reply with a smile on your lips, leaning in to place another kiss on his mouth, already feeling addicted to his lips. “Why don’t we start making up for the lost time?” You ask him with your mouth still touching his lips while you gently grind your hips against him suddenly feeling a desperate need for now that you know how wonderful he feels.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” He says, squeezing your hips lightly with his big hands.

“Hell, yes.” You say before kissing him again deeply, feeling an urgent hunger for his taste. He groans satisfied into your mouth as your tongue slips between his lips and you lose yourself in the warmth of him. Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks, and you feel him smile against your lips before he lets out a low moan when your grip on his hair tightens, the sound makes a shiver run through your body and a enlight a fiery desire in your stomach. Your cunt clenches as his denim-clad thigh presses slightly against your pelvis and you can’t help but slightly grind against him.

Your movement makes him hum into the kiss, before pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes

Your hand reaches out for his, lacing your fingers in his and you start to pull him through your apartment to get him to your bedroom while he clumsily kicks off his shoes.

“Fuck, hermosa.” He pants out as the two of you fall back on your bed, you on your back, him hovering over you. “Can I taste you? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you tasted.”

“Yes.” You croak, feeling how your pussy is dripping for him.

He grunts wide with need as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pajama pants, looking up at you for permission before slowly sliding them down your legs along with your panties, revealing more and more of your bare skin.

You see how his eyes widen with desire by the sight of your exposed pussy, wet and needy for his tongue. You spread your legs wider, offering him an even better view of your dripping cunt.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” He sighs before lowering his head, kissing up your inner thigh until he reaches your pussy. He slides his tongue through your wet folds, lapping into you hungrily.

“Fuck, Cisco…” You whine out, his tongue has you seeing stars. Planting your hands in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the messy locks that you love so much. He moans into your cunt, enjoying the feeling of your hands grabbing his hair, the vibrations making a hot shiver run through. He keeps lapping into you, making sure to nuzzle his nose against your clit and it is so fucking perfect. He moves his tongue to suck down on your clit and you whine out in pleasure, his name falling from your lips over and over again. You feel your climax approaching, whining as your pussy soaks his face, but Frankie doesn’t stop working his magic tongue on you. You can’t hold your orgasm back any longer.

“Fuck, Cisco!” You wail as your cunt clenches and your orgasm overwhelms you. Frankie keeps licking into you as you ride out your high until you get too sensitive and

Frankie gasps as his mouth finally detaches from your pussy, humming happily as he licks his lips that are glistening with your juices.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He sighs, climbing up over your body to kiss your lips softly, making you taste yourself on his sweet lips. You wiggle under him, finding the hem of your t-shirt. Frankie leaning back a little, giving you space to pull the shirt over your head, flinging it across the room as you lay bare under him. He gasps at the view of your naked breast, sliding a broad warm hand from your hip up your side and finding the soft plump flesh of your breast, letting his fingers softly run over your nipple before gently kneading your soft tit, it has you whimpering with need for him.

“Cisco, please, I need you.”

“Okay, baby.” He coos at you before sliding his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his salvia. He teases your entrance, before sliding his thick finger into you, soon adding another and you moan from the sensation. He pumps his fingers into you slowly, giving you time to adjust, but he is quick to pick up the pace, slightly scissoring his finger to prepare you for his cock, his thumb slowly circling your clit. The wet, squelching sound of his fingers working your pussy is hitting your ears and it is so hot.

“Such a gorgeous pussy...” He mutters in awe. “Taking my fingers so well.”

His fingers feel amazing, but you feel impatient and needy and what you want most of all is his cock inside of you.

“Cisco, I-I need you inside of me. Need your cock” You pant out.

“Fuck, baby. Need to be inside of you too.” He grunts. You whine slightly as he pulls his fingers out of you to fling off his shirt. He leans back, sitting back on calves as his fingers clumsily work on unbuckling his belt. He is quick to get rid of his jeans, leaving him in only his dark gray boxer briefs. You gasp at the impressive size of the bulge and feel how your mouth waters at the sight of the wet spot of precum staining the cotton. You reach out for him, palming his hard-on and giving it a light squeeze that has him lean forward, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, he lets out a desperate groan from deep within his chest.

You gasp as he finally slides off his underwear, making his cock spring free. He is rock hard, thick and throbbing, his tip red and dripping with precum. It’s the prettiest cock you have ever seen, you decide. You squeeze your thighs tightly together, the throbbing of your cunt reaches an almost unbearable level.

“Makes sense I was so sore after last week.” You mutter.

“You were sore?” He coos at you.

“Mhmm.” You nod at him, whining a little at the memory of how he had made you feel.

“Gonna be here to take care of you this time.” He says, leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss.

He strokes himself a few times, his eyes dark and hooded as they look down at you with awe, his lips slightly parted, before he leans down over you again. His lips find yours as he positions himself between your legs, guiding his cock to your entrance. He breaks the kiss and opens his eyes, his mouth still close enough for you to feel his breath against your lips as he asks you. “You sure you want this, baby?”

You take his face between your hands, gently caressing his cheeks while looking deep into those beautiful umber eyes that you love so much.

“Yes, Cisco. I want this.” You say before pulling his face closer, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Want you.” You add which makes him hum against your lips.

You let go of his face as you spread your legs a little wider to make it completely clear to him that you definitely want this.

He takes his time, letting your walls stretch out slowly, giving you time to adjust to the size of him. His eyes are flickering back and forth between your face and the place between you where more and more of his shaft slowly disappears into your soaked cunt until he is finally all the way in. You feel so stretched, so completely full. The size of him is both painful and absolutely euphoric.

“Fuck, baby… You feel so good, so warm and so fucking tight.” He moans, planting a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

The pain is quickly disappearing until the only thing left is a feeling of complete bliss and you can’t help but push your hips upwards, slightly grinding against him as the need for him to move inside you grows.

He grunts at your movement. “Ready?” He pants, which makes you nod eagerly.

“Mhm.” You hum. “Want you to move, Cisco.”

“Okay, baby.” He says, slowly sliding out of you until only his tip remains, grabbing your thighs to push your legs up, folding you in half so your knees are pressed up to your shoulders. His eyes lock with yours as he pushes himself into you again, you let out a surprised gasp as he slides all the way back into you in one slick thrust. The position he has you in is making him able to hit you deep, his cock pushing you into the mattress as he penetrates you. You let out a pleased moan, encouraging him to keep going and he eagerly repeats the movement.

He starts with a slow steady rhythm. He is whispering sweet praise at you and planting kisses on your mouth and the sides of your bent knees. He tells you how beautiful he finds you, how good you are making him feel and how much he loves you, how he always has loved you and how lucky he is to have you in his life. His thrusts are getting faster and faster, more desperate, more needy until he has picked up a borderline savage pace that has you whining and screaming with pleasure.

The angle of which he’s pounding into you is perfect, every strong thrust is hitting that sweet magical spot inside of you that is making your eyes teary and has you clinging to him for dear life. You feel the warm knot in your stomach tightening and tightening, warning you that your climax is getting closer and closer. Frankie’s heavy balls are hitting your ass with each strong thrust, making a loud slapping sound echo through the room along with the sound of the bed frame creaking and the headboard banging against the wall. It sounds so fucking sexy.

“Fuck, Cisco. I’m so close.”

“M-me too, baby.” He pants out

“Please, Cisco… Need to feel you fill me up.”

Your words have him groaning through clenched teeth. “I will, but I need you to come first, baby, please”

The desperation in his voice is all you need to hear. You clench down around him, soaking his cock as your orgasm washes over you in warm hot waves. His name is falling from your lips

You moan out as you feel him finishing inside you, filling you up with his warm release coating your walls with his cum.

You watch his handsome face twist with pleasure as he keeps pumping his cum deep into your pussy, you lean forward to plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose as he finally begins to slow his movements, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.

He kisses you, still not pulling out as you feel his cock slowly starting to soften inside you.

“How do you feel?” He asks when he finally breaks the kiss.

“So good, Cisco.” You smile at him, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So fucking good. You’re incredible.”

“Not as incredible as you.” He hums which makes you giggle slightly, sensing it will become a thing from now on, the two of you lovingly arguing over who is the most incredible.

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helaelaemond · 8 months

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Unwavering - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Word count: 2.8k

Fic summary: Aemond Targaryen is marrying a woman he likes for the good of the family - for the second time. He is loath to give up you, though, the woman he craves. After your first marriage ended badly, you swore you'd never be anyone's wife again. That doesn't stop you from being his first choice. Established relationship.

Content warning(s): infidelity, brief mentions of guns, drugs, alcohol, mild violence (not between Aemond x reader)

Rating: Teen

Notes: This has the potential to be a non-chronilogical series. Please let me know if you'd be interested more in this verse!

Tag list:@sylasthegrim / @myfandomprompts / @arcielee / @@babyblue711

You felt a soft kiss on your shoulder and smiled. Sun was pouring through the open windows of your bedroom and there was a soft breeze that lifted your hair. He was still here. He shouldn’t have been.

“Good morning,” he whispered against your skin. “You smell so good.”

You rolled onto your stomach and curled around your pillow with a broadening smile. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“You kicking me out?”

“No. But I’ve got things to do, too, you know?”

Aemond lay next to you and stroked your hair, his face close to yours on the pillow. You cracked open an eye and watched him watch you. “Can I stay with you?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “Not for long. For breakfast, though, if you make it.”

“I don’t wanna leave this bed.”

“You’re gonna have to at some point. You’ve got responsibilities today.”

“Tell me to stay, my love. Tell me not to do it.” He ran a strong hand over your neck and gently wrapped it around your throat, fingers tilting your jaw to the side.

You laughed quietly, sleep making your mind hazy. “No. I want you to have a wife and a family. You’ve always wanted that, but I haven’t. I still want to be me for a while yet.”

“You wouldn’t stop being you just for being my wife.”

You took the hand around your throat and brought it up to kiss. Aemond closed his eyes at the touch of your lips. “We’ve talked about this, for years. Decades. I can be your person, but I can’t be your wife. I won’t be anyone’s wife again.”

“I’m not anyone. Please, my love. Marry me.”

You stretched your arms up and laughed. “Not today!” But you rolled over and wrapped your legs around him and pulled him against you, loving him as best you could in the soft sunrise.

After, you followed your usual routine of showering together and dressing. Since your days of teenage love, you enjoyed the quiet of domesticity. Outside the walls of your homes, secret dynastical wars raged on their streets, but in your old house, in his sprawling estates, it was just you. Today was no different. He zipped your skirt and you buttoned his shirt, and you walked arm in arm down the street for coffee and bagels. You took a booth at the back of the café, although it didn’t matter if anyone saw you - you had never been a secret. Besides, you both kept guns strapped to you and knives hidden in your jackets and coats.

You leaned back in your chair, blowing steam off the top of your coffee. “You’re sure about this one?”

Aemond regarded you over his phone and considered the question. “Yeah. It’s gotta be someone, why not her?”

“It doesn’t have to be someone,” you reminded him gently. “You could go it alone. Well, as alone as you will ever be. You’ve always got me.”

“Yeah. But I want someone. I want a wife. And the wife I want doesn’t want me, so I gotta choose the next best thing. Besides, you know her family’s reputation; that’s nothing to turn my nose up at.”

“Ever the pragmatist.”

He gave you one of the smiles he saved just for you. “Aw, you hurt me, my love. I do like her. She’s got spirit, and she’s smart as hell. She likes the high life, and she wants kids sooner rather than later, and… and she makes me laugh. She makes me feel wanted.”

“I think most of the Crownlands want you,” you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. It wasn’t that you were jealous - how could you be, when he made you feel so adored all the time? - but it irritated you that this woman was able to give him what he wanted, and you couldn’t. One marriage to the wrong man had ruined the institution for you and now not even Aemond could heal that wound. Yes, your first husband had died violently at your hand for his transgression, but that wasn’t the point. The transgression had occurred in the first place. That was frightening.

“Don’t be angry, my love. You know it’s still you.” Aemond reached over the table and stroked your hand and you felt safe again. You held his gaze and nodded slightly. “It’ll always be you. You’re mine, before anyone and everyone else.”

You smiled, your mood improved. He had always been happy to declare his feelings with you, and even now, on the morning of his wedding to another woman, in a nondescript coffee shop, he made you feel like the most adored woman. On the middle finger of your right hand, you still wore the first expensive ring he had ever bought you, and it cost as much as your parents’ house. It was a gaudy thing, a thick diamond set on a band of smaller cut gems that you had chosen together the day after you killed your husband. It was Aemond’s promise to you - that no matter who else came along, no matter what the world threw at you, you would love each other before anyone and anything else. He wore a similar ring you bought him on his little finger of his right hand. You never took your rings off. His first wife had hated it - understandably - but she had got her share in the divorce when Aemond had refused to forsake you. You looked down at the ring and it sparkled. You’d had it cleaned for the wedding today especially.

“Are you sure me coming today is a good idea?” you asked after a long moment.

He squeezed the hand he held. “Yeah. I need you there.”

“She’ll be mad.”

“She’s always got something to be mad about. Besides, she knows the deal and you’re non-negotiable.”

“I don’t want to upset anyone on their wedding day, Aemond.”

He shifted his chair around the table and leaned closer to you. “What about me? You wanna upset me on my wedding day?”

You bit your lip and grinned. “I never want to upset you.”

“Then be a good girl. Come for me.” He rested his hand on your thigh under the table and you glanced around the cafe. No one paid you any mind. “Look at me.”

You met your lover’s piercing gaze and grinned. The purple of his iris always gave you butterflies.

“You gonna come for me?”

You nodded and gasped quietly when he rewarded you with a kiss. You could taste the coffee on Aemond’s lips. He wanted you, he needed you, and you would never let him down.

Your cousin begrudgingly helped you get ready for the wedding. She said it was indecent for the mistress to turn up, let alone in a green silk dress barely held together by strands of diamonds across the back, but you smugly told her the groom had bought it for you especially, and who were you to refuse a prince? As a precaution, you strapped your Colt Python to her thigh - it was an old machine, temperamental, but it made you feel powerful, and you had a more reliable weapon in your clutch, as well as blades hidden in your shoes - and touched up you hair. Curls pinned to your head, diamonds dripping from yourr ears, and Aemond’s dress draped across you, you felt more sensual than ever. When you sat in the pew at the wedding mass and thought of how the groom had feasted between your thighs mere hours before, you felt holy. You sat with his Hightower cousins a few rows back and even when the blushing bride strode down the aisle, Aemond couldn’t keep his eyes from you for long.

They were lucky to be able to have an orthodox service in Baelor's Sept, as everyone knew that Aemond’s first marriage had been valid. But enough money had been slipped to the right hands to push through an annulment, and so in the eyes of the Faith this was his first marriage. There was some humour in that. The familiar words were spoken, hymns and prayers recited, and after what felt like a lifetime, and no time at all, Aemond was walking down the aisle with the new Princess Royal on his arm. Sadness twinged in your stomach.

That could have been me. It should have been. He’s mine.

The reception was tolerable, enjoyable in its tackiness and extravagance. Everything was green and gold and the hundreds of guests stuffed into the grand ballroom of the coastal palace were drunk within the first course. It was how a Crownlands wedding should have been, though, and you appreciated it for what it was. By the time the first dance came, you were lightly buzzed and enjoying catching up with the biggest names in east coast rule, many of whom were old family friends. Business people and politicians, courtiers and property moguls joined them too, tying together the legitimate and illegitimate powers that kept the region affluent and fun. Most didn’t know where the legality ended and illegality started. By the time you snorted a line of cocaine from the chest of Baratheon daughter, you didn’t much care, and the pair of you fell about laughing in the bathroom. As if called by the sound of your happiness, the moment was cut short by the sound of the bride herself outside.

“Lysa, can you help me? This dress is a fucking nightmare, you gotta hold it up, okay?”

“You better go,” you advised the girl, no older than twenty-two by the looks of it, “before you meet the new princess up close and personal.”

The girl giggled and darted from the bathroom just as the bride scrambled her way through the door. The dress she had chosen was appropriately enormous, tight on top and blooming into an extravagant sept train from the waist down, and you weren't surprised that she needed three bridesmaids to help her through the door.

“Gods, I’m dying to sit down properly-” she moaned over her shoulder before her eyes fell on you. You patted around your nose, watching your own pretty reflection in the mirror. “Oh. I didn’t know you were here.”

“I responded to your invitation, princess,” you replied mildly. “Lovely dress.” You turned your attention to your lipstick and dotted a fresh coat on, pointedly ignoring the bride.

The second Princess Royal turned back to her bridesmaids and then looked at you, dithering between the two. There was a long pause before she turned to her entourage. “Stay outside. Make sure no one comes in, alright?” The bridesmaids made noises of agreement and the door swung shut, and then it was just you and Aemond’s new wife.

After the bride said nothing, you broke the silence. The powder in your nose gave you a brazen confidence. “You’ve organised a wonderful day. Are you enjoying yourself?”

The princess's eyes narrowed. “I’m not happy you’re here.”

“Oh?”

“I know why you’re here.”

“To see one of my dearest friends marry the woman he loves, of course.”

“Don’t play cute.”

You smiled sweetly. “You think I’m cute?”

“Cut the shit.”

You sighed and looked at the bride. “What’s on your mind, princess?”

“It’s real tacky you’re here, you know?”

“He wants me here. I came because he asked me to be here. I wouldn’t be here without an invitation.”

“I didn’t invite you.”

You pulled the invitation from your clutch and handed it to her. “Yes, you did.”

The bride threw it aside, angry. “Give up! I won! He doesn’t want you!”

You smiled at her sadly. There was nothing to say that could bring the bride any comfort. The truth was, Aemond did want you. He wanted you more than anyone and anything, but that didn’t matter to this woman. This woman knew she had just pledged her life to a man who couldn’t love her completely. She was angry for it. “He’s my friend,” was all you could say.

“Get new friends.”

“I won’t stand in the way of your happiness, princess, or his. Above anything else, I love him and I want him to have the most wonderful life. I can’t give him the life he wants, but you can. Why would I jeopardize that?”

It was the wrong thing to say in hindsight. You knew that the moment the bride launched forward with murder in her eyes. Her clawing fingers reached out, and she managed to get in one good scratch before you had her arms locked behind her and ready to pop from their joints. “Easy,” you whispered against the bride's ear. The acrylics on her fingers made your face sting, but the skin hadn’t been broken. “Calm down. Like you said, you won, you’re his wife. Don’t fight me for anything more, because you will lose. Do you understand me?”

“Are you threatening me?” she gasped.

You tightened your grip and the bride hissed. “Yes. Raise a hand to me again, and Aemond’s love for you will not save you. You want to see who he will really choose if it comes down to it? Because I do not have my doubts. Do you?”

Just as the bride’s whines rose in volume along with her pain, you let her go. You gripped under her elbow and held her upright to stop her from falling. “You got in a good scratch, I’ll give you that. But work on your attack, and maybe you’ll take out an eye next time, alright?" You smirked at the irony. All the more proof that you and Aemond belonged together. "You’ll need protection if you’re going to love him.”

“Are you threatening me?” the princess asked again.

There was no kindness left in your eyes. “Yes.”

You stared at each other for a long moment. The new bride broke first. You sniffed and checked your reflection before stalking out of the bathroom, not a hair out of place. You pulled on the diamond strap of your dress and you were close to the ballroom door when Aemond stepped out. His smile was so bright when he saw you and he reached for your hands. When he noticed the scratches across your face, his face darkened.

“What happened?” he asked, tender fingers touching the marks. Across the corridor there was a set of glass doors open to the terrace, and it was dark out there. There were a few wedding guests milling around but quick steps had you both hidden in the gloom. Overhead, stars popped across the inky sky. With your arm in Aemond’s, you found your way down garden paths and to the beach. No one saw you.

“Your wife doesn’t like me,” you told him, smiling. His face was barely visible in the darkness, but his bright hair caught the light of the stars. Your walk eventually slowed as your shoes crunched on the sand.

“She did this?”

You nodded. “It’s alright, she deserved to get in a good swipe. It won’t happen again, though.”

“No, it won’t,” Aemond replied quietly. “Who does she think she is?”

“The new Princess Royal, protecting the honour of her marriage,” you pointed out with a light laugh. “I’d do the same. I don’t mind, really. I understand her anger.”

“My love,” he said, his voice softening. “How can I love someone who hurt you?”

“You’re the only one who can hurt me, Aemond.” You wound an arm around the back of his shoulders and closed your eyes when he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know.” And he never had. Not with a hand, not with a word. No one had ever loved anyone like Aemond loved you, and you knew it. “You’re so good to me. What did I do to deserve you?”

Aemond rested one hand at the small of your back and ran the fingers of his other hand up your spine. “Thank you for wearing this dress. You look beautiful.”

You smiled in the night. “Thank you for choosing it for me.”

“Gotta let the whole world see how beautiful my girl is.”

“Call me that again.”

“My girl.”

You hummed and began gently swaying, moving him to dance with you to the sound of the ocean. “You’re my person, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. And you’re my person. Always have been. Always will be.”

Aemond’s soft kiss touched your cheek, and you sighed in bliss. “I love you, Aemond.”

“I love you, too. More than anything. Always.”

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trulybetty · 4 months

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Pickled Peña | Resolutions

Prompts: pickles, resolutions & "You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?" Pairing: Javi P. x gn!reader Word Count: 1,041 Warnings: alcohol, hangovers, smoking, resolutions & maybe some angst? oh, and pickles if you hadn't worked that one out 😋 - oh, and author has watched like four episodes of Narcos and copious amounts of gifs! Summary: you had one resolution for the new year, yet somehow you managed break it before the new year could even really start AO3: Linked Masterlist: check out @pickled-pena for the full masterlist of entries 🥒

A/N: this is my entry for the first @pickled-pena challenge. The rules were simple, use all of the three prompts, a minimum of 500 words and have fun with it. If you want to join in on the fun, you have the month of January to post your entries. Head over to @pickled-pena for more information or feel free to reach out!

You blinked against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window, the remnants of last night's celebrations lingering like the dust in the air that could be seen in the streaks of light. You'd ended up in Javi's bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, a testament to the chaos of the evening before.

You groaned, you couldn’t remember much of what happened once you’d made it back to to his place. You tried to focus enough to look at the hands of your watch, but at that moment it was proving difficult without inciting a further pounding to your head.

What you could remember though was that it was January 1st, 1999, because last night you’d attended a New Year's party hosted by Javi’s cousin.

The house was silent and still, as if it were taking in a deep breath after the milestone of another year gone by.

With two failed attempts at getting out of bed, on the third you successfully swung your legs over the side, your feet sinking into the artificial shag of the carpet. You scrunched your feet, feeling the fibres tickle between your toes. The dark cherry hardwood panelling lined all four walls, only broken up by the sun-faded buttercup yellow curtains that framed the small window across the room.

The room, and the house encompassing it, were frozen in the fifties, the last time the home’s decor had received any attention.

Managing to pull yourself up you found the woollen sweater you’d had on the night before and after some searching managed to find your leggings on the other side of the room. The rest of your belongings had been strewn about the house in a pathway that led from the front door to the door of Javi’s room.

Stepping out of the bedroom to the living room, you were grateful the curtains were still pulled. The smell of coffee had you shuffling to the kitchen, pausing only momentarily to pull the crocheted afghan from the back of the sofa around your shoulders. The patchwork of colours was almost too bright in the light of the headache that had moved behind your eyes. You just hoped it’d stave off the cold that had settled in the house.

The kitchen tiles were cool under your feet, and had you bouncing on the balls of your feet. The cold too much coming off of the carpeted living room. You poured yourself a steaming cup of coffee. It was strong and black, the bitter aroma wrapped around you like a familiar embrace.

With the chipped mug cupped between your hands, you slipped on your boots and stepped outside. The air was chilly and the blanket wasn’t enough to stave off the cold, but it felt refreshing in your hungover state. Though very much a stark contrast to the warmth of Javi’s bed you’d left behind.

Shielding your eyes from the morning sun there he was at the edge of the property, where the land stretched out to rolling hills. He was leant against the fence, the one he and his father had built the week before, a cigarette dangling from his lips. There was an aura of peace about him that you couldn’t help but gravitate towards.

If he knew you were there, he didn’t make it known. Only acknowledging you with a brief nod when you handed him your coffee to hop up onto the fence before taking it back to fill your hands with the warmth it held.

Exchanging a look between the two of you, you accepted the silent offer of a drag from his cigarette. The smoke filled your lungs, a familiar burn that didn’t quite hide the taste of last night's mistakes.

“I broke my resolution already,” you said, the words floating out with the smoke from your lips.

Javi turned to you, a question in his eyes. “What was that?”

“That I wouldn't sleep with you again.”

You don’t know when he’d gotten that much closer, the heat of his body was in contrast to the chill of the morning. He nuzzled your jaw with his nose, a gesture so typical of him that it tightened something in your chest. “Why's that?” he asks, his voice a gentle rumble.

“You know why, Javi,” you reply, the reminder bitter on your tongue.

He smiled, a flash of teeth and mischief. “That was last year.”

“We got back here at 2 am, Javi. Hardly a new leaf turned.”

His chuckle was soft, almost lost to the wind that rustled through the trees. “Things got fuzzy after those shots.”

You both fall silent, the ridiculousness of last night's concoction making you grimace. “Who told Leslie-Ann that mixing pickle juice with tequila was a good thing?”

Javi just laughed, the sound echoing in the crisp morning air, as if the absurdity of the concoction was a fitting tribute to the absurdity of resolutions—and maybe, to the unpredictable nature of the relationship between the two of you.

He moved closer, the look in his eyes a mix of warmth and something a little more earnest. His hand found yours, fingers entwining as if they always belonged together. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that held the soft promise of the new year. It was a kiss that spoke of the years gone by, of the turbulent history shared, and the magnetic pull that kept drawing the two of you back to each other.

The kiss broke, leaving you both slightly breathless. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his as you steadied your voice, “You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?”

Javi's eyes softened, the playful edge giving way to sincerity, “I was right by your side sweetheart, making the same foolish decision as you to drink that shit.”

The intensity of his gaze held you captive, his words holding a deeper meaning tethering you to the spot. You felt the weight of the unspoken feelings between you, the years of near-misses and what-ifs crystallizing into a single, fragile moment under that New Year's sky.

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 8 days

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illicit affairs | fifteen

*Noah’s POV* I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the window, making me realize how great of a view Ellie really had of the city, it was so beautiful. The bed felt cold when I rolled over, telling me that Ellie must’ve been up for a while. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face when I saw how messy the bedsheets were and how they smelt like us, remembering how unbelievable last night was. Every time I felt I couldn’t get more connected to her, she proves me wrong.

The sweet smell of coffee and bacon hit my nose as I walked into the kitchen and saw Ellie near the stove. I took her in…her messy bun, yesterdays eyeliner was smeared under her eyes, hidden behind thick rimmed tortoiseshell glasses. My eyes wandered to her curves that were barely covered by an oversized slipknot shirt. She reached for something in the cupboard, exposing a pink pair of lace underwear against her tanned skin. If I wasn’t leaning against the wall I would’ve been on the floor by now.

“Good morning.” “It smells so good in here.” I mused as I walked over to her and kissed her cheek softly. She turned her head and began to plant soft kisses over and over on my lips. What a way to wake up.

“There’s coffee if you want some.” She breathed between kisses. I took her up on her offer and went to pour myself a mug. The rich smell hit my nose and it reminded me of the coffee we had together last year. Every coffee I’ve tried since then was so bland and watered down.

“Is this from Milanos?” “It sure is.” She beamed as she held her own mug in her hands, taking a long sip but didn’t dare take her eyes off of me. The eye contact was so lethal that I felt my dick twitch from the intensity. The sound of the toaster caused both of us to snap out of our trance. I sat down at the table and read through my work emails while Ellie plated our food. I groaned when I saw email chains about our next tour. I just wanted to savour my time without thinking about what’s next, especially now that Ellie is back in my life.

“Do you have to work today?” I asked her as she passed me my plate of food, causing a smile to appear on my face. She made me my favourite - bacon, avocado toast with poached eggs on top.

“I do, for a couple hours.” She sighed as she sat down with her food, “at least I’ll be home.” “I’m just happy to be here with you.” I mused as I grabbed her hand, “we could do something afterwards?” She beamed at me, “you do some research when I’m working and find something for us to do, okay?” “Sounds like a plan.” I replied before taking a bite of my food, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head from how good it was. I kept staring at her, as if she was my only source of happiness right now. In some way, she definitely was. “Ellie, I really love you.”

Ellie stopped chewing her food and looked over at me, almost puzzled. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach as I waited for her to say something. I felt like maybe I was coming on too strong, but my emotions for her were just that…strong. “I love you too, Noah.” She replied, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. I peered into those electric eyes of hers, the sunshine making them brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “I’m so happy you’re back here with me.”

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. We ate our breakfast and talked about the concert last night, somehow getting on the subject of Taylor Swift’s latest re-record Speak Now. We both awkwardly admitting we were more excited for 1989 to drop but we’d still give it a listen when it comes out. She gently kissed me before she had to excuse herself to get ready for her meeting. I cleaned up the kitchen for her and made us another pot of coffee, I felt like we were going to need it, her more than me though. I had to laugh when I saw her come out of her room. She kept her glasses on, put her hair in a claw clip, and had on nice sweater with sweatpants on. “They can’t see me below the waist.” She shrugged as she went over to her desk. Can’t argue with that logic. I brought over her coffee, kissed her cheek before heading to the couch with my laptop. She put her headphones on, took out a notebook and logged into her computer.

I found myself falling for her more as I watched her work, which I didn’t think was humanly possible. I admired her little quirks, her doodling on her paper, clicking her pen while chewing her cheek as she listened intently. It sounded like she was dealing with a hard case at the hospital but she remained so professional and her voice was so comforting. I ended up finding a couple things I wanted to do with her today, so I grabbed my phone and put them in a note with the addresses. My only worry was these were things she’s done a million times but we were enjoying our time together so maybe she’d be fine with what I chose.

“Fuck.” I looked up and saw Ellie take off her headphones as a huge sigh left her. She rubbed her temples before turning her attention to me. She looked defeated from whatever she was dealing with.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just a tough case.” She replied as she came over and sat beside me, reaching for my hand in the process. I rubbed soft circles on her hand, trying to give her any kind of support I could. “I think I’m taking on more than I can handle right now.”

“What exactly do you do?” “I was dealing with hospital complaints but now I’m kind of like a care coordinator for the nicu since I know it so well. I offer support for families, the nurses and I work with the paediatricians on care plans for babies with major complications.” I scrunched my face a little bit, because this didn’t sound like the Ellie I knew, “do you prefer that over being in the hospital?” “For the most part, because I get to make my own schedule. I was just getting so burnt out and everyone leaned on me. I was pulling 12-16 hour days because I had the most experience out of everyone.” A yawn escaped her mouth, so I pulled her into my chest as I ran my hand up and down her back. “I never wanted to be that nurse that hated her passion, so I found a way to love it from afar.” “Either way they’re lucky to still have you.” I replied as I kissed the top of her head, pulling her even closer to me. “Thank you.” She mused. “Enough about my job. What’s the bands plans for the rest of year?” “So much more touring.” I pouted a little bit because we were quite busy after August. I was looking forward to it because it would’ve kept my mind off of Ellie, but things have changed and I just want to be here, with her. “Another fall headliner, a break, then we’re off to Europe for 6 weeks after Christmas.” She lifted her head to look at me mirroring my pout before she put her head back down on my chest, “that’s so much.” “Well you’re more than welcome to come with me, you know that.” I offered as I took her hair out of her claw clip and began to run my fingers through it, the tension left her body the second my fingers made contact. “I might have to take you up on that because I’m not missing you opening up for Bring Me.” “Whatever you want baby. I want you there for all of it.” I said, trying to fight back the smile on my face. I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be making future plans with her again. For the first time in forever, I felt my nervous system calming down.

I was finally home again.

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Morning Love, Sweet Coffee - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: A morning routine turns into a romantic morning with Joel

Words: 1.9k

Warning: Smut (p in v); fingering; cockwarming; fluff

Y/N’s POV

I’m awoken to the sound of shuffling around downstairs, a gentle breeze on my face letting me know the window was left open last night. I squint away from the sun pouring in through the blinds, yawning and stretching to feel the emptiness of Joel’s side of the bed. The clock on the bedside table confirming that he must have left early to drop Sarah off at school and has just arrived back to begin his day, making me groan as he’s not here to cuddle.

I roll over, pulling Joel’s pillow towards me and bury my face in it, the scent of his woodsy cologne mixed with the citrusy aroma of the oranges he always snacks on plus the richness of the coffee he loves makes me smile. I inhale deeply, taking in the comforting scent and feeling a sense of peace wash over me, closing my eyes and taking another breath, feeling the softness of the pillow against my skin. I can imagine Joel’s gentle smile and the way his honey eyes sparkle when he looks at me. I feel so lucky to have found Joel and how loved and appreciated the man makes me feel.

The stairs creak under the weight of Joel’s footsteps as he makes his way up to our bedroom, the sound of his movements familiar and it brings a shy smile to my lips. I can feel my heart racing with excitement, knowing he’s coming to see if I’ve woken yet. Our bedroom door opens and I’m turning my head towards it to see Joel standing there with two cups of coffee from our favourite coffee shop. He looks even better than I could ever imagine, dressed in a simple tee shirt and jeans and his dark, lose curls are dishevelled. The sight of him and smell of the coffee makes my mouth water embarrassingly, his features sharp and defined and his kind honey eyes shining in the morning light. I can’t help myself admiring him, feeling oh so grateful to have such a thoughtful and loving partner.

“Good morning darlin’.” He says, voice soft as he moves into the bedroom, letting the door close behind him, and over to the bed, “I bought you your favourite.”

He settles on the edge of the bed, placing the coffees on the bedside table with a rumble of laughter in his chest when I abandon his pillow in favour of wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his soft tummy. His large, calloused hands stroke my hair lovingly before he’s pulling me to kiss me softly, a smile on his lips. His lips are warm and tender, a rush of love affection for each other filling my senses. I can taste the coffee on his breath, adding to the sweetness of the moment as his tongue lazily licks into my mouth. Neither of us in a rush, just wanting to feel the other person there and it’s intimate and breathtaking.

We part too soon for my liking, Joel looking down at me with his deep and warm eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I feel a sense of longing wash over me. I want to stay in his embrace forever, feeling the warmth of his body against mine and the tenderness of his touch. He can seem to sense my reluctance as he’s shifting, gently guiding my body to lay back on the bed and hovering above me, his gaze locked on mine. My hands slide up his shoulders and into the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck while he leans on his elbows, the rough pad of his thumb caressing my cheek and a look of adoration crossing his face. It makes me feel shy and I’m flushing which has him leaning down and capturing me in such a sweet and loving kiss I’m breathless. The kiss is slow and gentle, filled with tenderness and affection as we try to express what we can’t say. My body relies under his, feeling his body against mine and feeling how fast his heart is beating as he nibbles at my bottom lip.

“Marry me,” He utters, breaking the kiss, voice barely above a whisper and my breath catches in my throat at those two words. His eyes locking onto mine as he waits for my response and fro a moment the world fades away around us so all that exists is the two of us. My heart swells with happiness and love for this man, he has been my rock through thick and thin and has been there for me no matter what. He has seen me at my worst and loved me anyway. I have never been more certain of anything in my life and I know without a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

Tears prickle the corners of my eyes as I nod, unable to form words as the emotions overwhelm me. Joel’s face brightens with joy, eyes shiny with tears and he’s kissing me again. He deepens the kiss, hands moving from my face to his hips as I pull him closer to me, feeling his fingers dipping into the waistband of my panties in a silent question to which I lift my hips for him. The panties are gone in seconds, the rough pads of his fingers ghosting over my already soaked heat, gathering the arousal before circling my clit gently. It draws a main from me that he swallows in a searing kiss, fingers moving faster against my clit as his mouth drags hot and open mouthed kisses down my neck, “How much do you love this shirt?”

“Joel.” I whine and suddenly buttons are flying and my chest is bare for him to ravish, his mouth hot against my skin as he trails them down my neck. His teeth scrape against the skin as he sucks bright purple hickeys into it, tongue lavishing over the sting and drawing such dirty sounds from me as he slips two thick fingers into my aching core and massaging my fluttering walls, his thumb moving to my clit. The mixture of the gentleness of his fingers and the sharp sting of his teeth creates an almost overwhelming amount of pleasure and I know I’m not gonna last much longer, my nails digging half-moons into his shoulders and my head falling back to hit the pillows as he curls his fingers once more and I’m seeing white.

“That’s it sweet girl,” He coos, “Such a good girl for me.”

“Joel please,” I’m tugging at his shirt and jeans as he leaves me feeling empty and wanting more, this time it all feels a little different. There’s more passion and love to it. I watch as his clothes quickly make their way to the floor, his left hand finding mine as he teases me, hit tip tapping against my clit a few times until he gives into my whines.

A gasp is ripped from my lips as he lines himself up and buries himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, my back arching and eyes rolling back into my head at the feeling as he has never been small. No matter how many times we have sex and Joel prepares me he still feels like he’s splitting me open and it’s deliciously pleasurable. His other hands finds mine, holding both my hands either side of my head as my legs wrap around his hips to pull him in even further as he begins to gently rock his hips against mine. His body is pressed flush against mine as he captures my lips in such a gentle yet hot kiss, both of us gasping and moaning into the others mouth as he sets a slow and sensual pace. The coarse curls of his v-line catching my clit in such a way that has my legs tightening around him and my back arches as my hips roll to meet his slow thrusts.

I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into that spongey spot every time he bottoms out. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his loose waves sticking to his forehead, tanned skin flushing as he makes love to me. Joel and I have had sex and made love before but this feels different, more intimate somehow as he whispers sweet nothings against my neck, nose nuzzling my jaw and lips soft and breath hot. The coil in my stomach tightening as he lets my hands go to wrap around me and pull me closer to him, my hands finding his hair and tugging his lips back to mine as a sound leaves his kiss swollen lips again. It’s all hot and heavy and sensual, full of love and passion and a promise of forever.

“Sweet girl, where…” He’s gasping out a moan, hips beginning to stutter and dick twitching against my walls, “Fuck, where can I come?”

“Inside, please Joel, need to feel you.” I’m whimpering, hands trying to find purchase on his back, nails raking almost painfully down his smooth and muscular skin. One of his hands ghosts down my chest and stomach to circle his thumb over my clit. He barely make one full circle before that coil snaps and I’m crying out his name, my whole body shaking and convulsing as my vision whites out and walls clamp around him. He bites down on my bottom lip almost painfully as he comes, his seed filling me up. It almost makes me come again, a new feeling that adds to the pleasure and I think I pass out from the bliss of it all.

I come back down from my high a few moments later, Joel murmuring to me and his thumbs soothing my cheeks gently, “There you are sweet girl.” He peppers kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle and bat him away, his hips still moving in gentle circles of overstimulation against mine, “Lost you for a moment Mrs. Miller.”

“Mrs. Miller,” I hum back, meeting his soft and open gaze, the roughness of his light beard against my hand when I cup his cheek lightly. He turns his face to my palm, kissing my palm before a smile slips onto his lips, my thumb brushing over his bottom lip. This moment is so special and I’ll remember it forever, feeling so safe and loved encased his his arms with his heavy weight on top of me and still so deep inside me, “I like it.”

“I’m glad.” He leans down to kiss me soft and sweet before trying to slip out but I whine, wanting his to stay just for a little longer and he understands, shifting us so we’re laying on our sides, facing each other and he caress my face lovingly, “Take a nap sweet girl, we’ll go get fresh coffee when we wake up.”

“I love you Joel Miller.”

“I love you too soon to be Mrs. Miller.”

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Sixty Seven

By the time Kim awoke, Billy was already gone from the room. She groaned as she rolled over, her body feeling drowsy and null as she stood. She dragged her feet towards the bathroom, feeling a desperate need to brush her teeth.

Her mind felt foggy, as if she had slept too much as she stood in front of the mirror and scrubbed the taste away from her mouth. She blinked a few times before she shut her eyelids for a minute then opened them wide to try and shake the sleep off of her. She didn’t care that she was still dressed in Billy’s shirt and that it barely reached her thighs as the smell of food brought her into the kitchen.

“What’s this?” She asked, shuffling forward until she could wrap her arms around Billy’s waist. She squeezed softly, resting her chin on top of his shoulder as she peeped at the pan he had in front of him. He grinned, turning to look at her. She momentarily forgot how to breathe, too enhanced with the shades of blue in his eyes.

“Pancakes,” He grinned at her, “I thought I’d cook for you.” He added softly, his eyes gleaming as the sun poured in through the big windows. She inhaled softly, feeling a sense of comfort filling her chest. She listened as the heavy music poured through the radio, constrasing the light air in the room.

“Thank you,” She breathed out slowly, “Did you raid Tommy’s cabinets?” She giggled softly, taking a step back as she looked at the sausage patties he had cooking on another pan. She placed a hand over her stomach, suddenly feeling very hungry.

“Please,” He chuckled, dumping another pancake onto the pile that rested next to him, “I doubt he’s ever been grocery shopping before.” She reached forward to press the loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead. She looked for a moment, thinking that his hair had grown longer since the beginning of the summer.

“Probably not.” She teased back as she thought about the many houses that Tommy’s family owned. She walked towards the coffee pot, pausing for a moment before she decided to pour herself a cup. She didn’t usually drink it, but figured she was still tired enough to try it. She filled it about half way before she topped it off with milk, then began to spoon in sugar.

“It doesn’t even look like there’s coffee in there.” Billy looked over her shoulder, shaking his head in disbelief. She grinned as she looked towards him, knowing she’d only be able to drink the coffee if the taste of the actual coffee was hidden away.

“I like sugar,” She reminded him, ignoring the way his features wrinkled up in disgust, “If it’s bad for you, it shouldn’t taste so good.” She told him playfully, bringing the hot liquid up to her lips. She sipped on it teasingly, sighing dramatically after to show that she enjoyed the way it tasted. Billy shook his head, handing her a plate of pancakes and sausage.

“My teeth hurt just looking at it,” He told her seriously, glancing towards her cup of coffee with a look of doubt, “It’s probably why you taste so sweet.” He added after a second. She felt her cheeks redden as his eyes shot down to her long legs, looking as if he was drinking in the image of her freckled thighs. She shook her head, pulling the shirt down a bit as she took a seat.

“You’re such a dork,” She told him seriously as she began to dump syrup on top of her pancakes. She was impressed with how golden they looked. She glanced back towards him, “Who would’ve thought that Billy Hargrove was such a dork?” She giggled as he walked towards her and placed a kiss against her forehead. Her heart thumped roughly inside of her chest at the sweet gesture. He took the chair next to her, only having one pancake but twice as much sausage as her.

The sound of loud stumbling drew her question off of her tongue as she quickly turned behind her, looking at the way Tommy was dragging himself into the kitchen. She fought an urge to laugh as she took in his messy appearance. He looked a bit paler than usual, his hair disheveled and large bags underneath his eyes.

He groaned in response, holding out a hand as a brief wave before he plopped himself into the seat across from Kim. He quickly steadied himself, nearly falling out of it before his head wobbled back and forth. He sighed deeply, like he was trying to clear his lungs as Billy popped open a can of beer.

“God,” Tommy rested his forehead against his thumbs, groaning deeply, “How are you already drinking? I feel like shit.” Kim stayed quiet as she ate, not wanting to mention that he looked like he didn’t feel good. She wasn’t sure if it was safe to eat in front of him or not. She only hoped that he wouldn’t get sick.

“How?” Billy laughed softly as he took a big drink from his can, “All we had was beer and weed.” He shrugged it off like it was simple. She looked at him again, curious as to how he could handle drinking so early in the morning. She stabbed at her pancake as a thought about her father popped inside of her head. She reached for her sweet coffee, quickly trying to drink away her thoughts of comparison between Billy and Sam.

“Too much of it,” Tommy groaned again, beginning to look a little green, “Let’s not mention either of those for a while.” He shook his head, inhaling deeply again as if he was trying to erase the smell of beer that was sifting through the room.

“This is really good,” Kim spoke as she looked towards Billy. She dipped her sausage back in her syrup before she took another bite, “Like really good.” She told him honestly, grinning as she ate. She felt like it was good enough for her to get seconds. Billy shrugged as he chewed up a piece of sausage. He brushed off her compliment, but she was already planning on ways to get him to cook for her again. She wondered if there was a way to do it without Neil finding out about it.

“How’d Susan fail her cooking class?” Billy turned towards Kim curiously. Tommy groaned again, like the thought of food was upsetting his stomach as well. She crossed her legs and turned towards Billy better.

“Oh,” Kim grinned, covering her mouth as she chewed. She wondered if Neil had complained to him about it, “She forgot to use the pans when she was cooking. Like she was putting the chicken directly on the burner.” Kim giggled as she thought about it. Susan had been so disappointed that day when she returned. She had been so gloomy, so embarrassed. Meanwhile, Kim had tried to keep the giggles to herself. Billy grinned, his eyes raking over her amused features. She wondered what he was thinking.

“I think part of me died last night,” Tommy admitted a second later, “I feel awful.” He repeated, shaking his head as he grumbled. Kim giggled softly, unable to help herself at the miserable sounds that left Tommy’s lips.

“Eat something,” Billy shrugged as he motioned towards the stove, “I made enough.” He suggested, kicking his legs forward so that his skin was pressed against Kim’s. She grinned as she finished her food, feeling as if it was the best meal she’d had in a long time.

“I think I need crackers,” Tommy grumbled as he slowly stood again, acting as if he just got the beating of his life, “Everything is moving.” He groaned as he dramatically made his way towards the pantry. Kim played with the rim of her coffee cup, wondering how bad she acted when Billy took her home the night she was drugged.

“Do you want to go swimming?” Billy turned his attention back towards Kim, as if he noticed a change in her attitude. She sat up a bit straighter, smiling at him.

“I’m not getting naked this time,” She told him seriously, watching the way a grin cracked across his lips, “That sounds like fun.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, nodding her head in agreement. She looked towards the window, thinking that it looked hot out. She figured the water would feel good against her skin.

“I guess that’s fine,” He grinned, “Why don’t you go get ready? I’ll clean up.” Billy offered, winking towards her. She felt a warmth spreading through her body and she nodded, even though she didn’t have a swimming suit to change into. She figured her bra and panties would suffice.

She rose quickly, making her way towards the bedroom quickly. She felt a bit awkward this time as she walked, as she was sure the shirt was barely long enough to cover her bottom. She was sure Tommy wouldn’t look, but it still made her feel shy as she entered the bedroom.

She dug through her bag, pausing as she pulled out the lingerie. She groaned, feeling dumb for forgetting to wear it. She sighed underneath her breath before she buried it again, figuring that she’d just have to figure out another time to wear it. She undressed before she put on her matching pink set of undergarments. She paused before she grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around herself so that none of her bare skin would be exposed.

She held the towel around herself, slowly walking towards the kitchen slowly as Billy and Tommy held a conversation in soft mutters. She watched as Tommy wiped at his nose, licked his lips before he pocketed something quickly. His brown eyes round hers and he sent her a sheepish smile before he waved.

“Ready?” Billy walked away from Tommy quickly, his tongue flicking across his lips as he moved towards her. His eyes traced down her body, smirking softly as he seemed to be in thought for a moment. Kim looked towards Tommy again, watching the way he was avoiding her eyes. She nodded her head, realizing she wouldn’t get any answers.

“Yeah,” Kim nodded her head, still clutching a hold of her towel as she followed him out the large doors. She bit back the questions on her tongue, fearing he may call her nosy again, “It’s so nice out.” She told him, taking large steps to follow him.

“Don’t let any fish bite you,” He teased, looking very happy as he stripped down to his briefs. Kim giggled, looking away as she slowly let her towel drop. She shifted towards the edge of the dock, a smile forming as he gripped one of her hands. She used the other one to cover her nose, taking one last deep breath before she jumped in with him.

The water was still as cold as it was last night. She broke the surface with a gasp, shivers tracing up her spine and down her arms and legs. She crossed her arms, feeling her nipples beginning to harden from the chill that was settling over her. Billy grinned as he pushed his wet hair from his forehead.

He floated away for a moment, his cheeks looking red as he moved his arms slowly. She watched as he licked his lips, his mouth slowly curling into a smile as he laughed to himself. She felt her eyebrows furrowing together at his odd action. He turned towards her, looking elated.

“Are you okay?” She tilted her head in confusion, swimming closer towards him. He had a silly grin on his lips as he reached his fingers out towards her. She poked his fingertips playfully, watching the way his grin grew upon his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked her curiously as he intertwined their fingers together. He pulled her closer to her, his eyes looking darker than usual as he watched her. She looked down at his mouth again, watching as his tongue flicked across his lips again.

“You keep licking your lips,” She stared at his mouth for a second, wondering if he had dry lips, “I have chapstick?” She offered gently, glancing back up towards his dilated eyes. She bounced on the balls of her feet, looking over him curiously. He was acting a bit different, she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Yeah,” Billy smiled as he hesitated and licked his lips again, “They’re just dry.” He shrugged her off, turning his eyes away from her like he was worried she’d know there was something wrong with him.

“It feels nice,” Kim grinned, holding her arms out to keep herself bobbing in the water, “I feel better that I can see what’s swimming around.” She grinned towards him, feeling a giggle beginning to bubble inside of her chest. She wondered if part of the drug was still in her system and that’s why she was so giggly. Or maybe it was the coffee.

“I’d feel better if you were naked again.” His lips curled into a smirk as he observed the way her cheeks began to burn. She found herself looking away, feeling shy for some reason under his blue eyes.

“You always see me naked,” She reminded him softly as she bounced on the balls of her feet. She enjoyed the way the sun was beating down against her skin, even if it was beginning to grow warm, “Don’t be so selfish.” She let her fingertips dance across the water, watching the ripples spread between them.

“I’m always selfish when it comes to you,” He whispered gently, holding onto her hips and pulling her towards him. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders again. He rubbed his fingers along the band of her panties, tugging on them softly, “We could stay here.” His voice was softer this time. She furrowed her eyebrows together, looking up towards him.

“What about Max?” Kim asked a second later, not wanting to feel as if she’d abandon her sister. She didn’t have it in her to leave Max alone with Neil. She didn’t want to leave Susan alone with him either. They were safe right now. They could finish up another year of this and figure out the rest of it later.

“We’d be close by,” Billy said quickly, like he was trying to reassure her, “In case anything went wrong, we could go there right away.” His fingers massaged circles into her skin. She bounced with the water, thinking about the pretty picture he was painting.

“Could we afford it?” She asked after another moment. She didn’t want to shoot him down, but she felt like she was being realistic. She still had to get through school, she wanted to go to college. They had a big future in front of them, she didn’t think that they had to rush anything.

“Maybe we could do porn,” He teased her softly. She scoffed, splashing water towards him. He laughed hard, “We could figure it out.” He promised her softly.

“Let me graduate first,” She compromised, “Unless things get bad. Then of course, we’d leave together.” She hoped things wouldn’t get bad. As long as they stayed secretive she was sure it would be fine. Billy licked his bottom lip, looking like he was considering it.

“Okay,” Billy smiled, leaning down to press his lips against hers, “You graduate and then you’re all mine.” His lips formed into a grin against hers, before he pecked her bottom lip and pulled away again. She breathed out softly, nodding her head.

“I still think we should go to college together.” She said after a second passed between them. Billy pursed his lips together, looking less than enthused about the idea.

“You know what I think about that.” He told her, sounding fairly blunt like he didn’t want to talk about it again. She paused for a moment, hoping she didn’t sound like Neil. She didn’t care what he did, but she wanted Billy to come with her.

“You don’t have to go to school. We could get an apartment,” She said excitedly, “We could live off campus together. No one would know about us.” She whispered her dreams out towards him. She felt a bit bubbly at the idea. They could start their life together and she’d make sure that Max could stay whenever she wanted. Kim felt a bit better about leaving them then, feeling like she’d be better off if she was able to graduate first.

“That doesn’t sound bad,” Billy admitted, still holding onto her hips. He helped her bounce in the water this time, moving her up higher into the air. She giggled as the water splashed around her, “I’d want to go back towards the ocean.” He admitted. She paused then, thinking about Max again.

“It’d be hard.” She admitted as she thought about how they’d make it back towards California. She was sure they could, but she wasn’t necessarily convinced at the thought.

“You’re not her mom,” Billy said simply, “You have your own life to live.” He placed it out towards her, making it sound like it was an easy thought. Kim understood that, but she couldn’t just leave Max in the household.

“Maybe we should take a vacation there first,” She suggested as she rubbed her fingers along his bicep, “Could we do that?” She asked him, drawing her eyes up towards his eyes again. His eyes sparkled like the blue in the water. She bit her bottom lip, feeling a bit weak in her knees suddenly.

“Of course,” Billy said after a second of thinking to himself. He didn’t look entirely convinced. She bit back her own confusion, wondering why he seemed so convinced to leave suddenly. It made her grow worried. She wondered if he thought that something bad would happen, “We could have our road trip there.” He suggested with a smile. She felt her own growing.

“I’d like that a lot,” She told him seriously, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, “Would we sleep in your car?” She asked softly, wondering if they’d even be able to afford staying in a motel in each different town.

“Or under the stars.” Billy smiled softly. Kim felt her heart flutter. Despite only camping once, she was sure she’d sleep out underneath the stars with him anytime he asked. He licked his lips again, a look of excitement crossing his features. She felt flattered suddenly. She was happy to know that he found joy in doing something with her.

“Sounds romantic,” She spoke dreamily as she rubbed her fingertips across his shoulders, “I think we should plan it.” She told him seriously. His tongue darted out again. She stared at the trail of saliva on his lips, wondering if she should get him something to drink.

“Next summer,” He promised as he rubbed his thumbs against her cool skin, “When things are different.” He sounded optimistic, hopeful even as he spoke towards her. She grinned as she thought about how at that point, they’d be together for a full year.

His fingertips dipped into the waistband of her panties, tugging her closer to him with a smirk. She flushed, her whole body warming as she glanced over her shoulder.

“We’re in public,” She told him quickly, taking notice of the nearby houses, “I don’t think we should risk it in the daylight.” She told him seriously, watching the way he pouted his lips dramatically. She nearly swooned at the sight as his large hand cupped her backside.

“No one would know.” He urged her quickly, his finger pressing against her crack gently. She squealed as she moved away from his hungry eyes. He grumbled, following her like a hungry wolf.

“The fish would know,” She teased him softly, kicking her leg up high enough so that her toes pressed against his chest. She giggled as he grabbed her ankle and pulled her flush against him, “What’s gotten into you?” She grinned as her chest pressed against his.

“Just want you,” He muttered huskily as his lips pressed against hers roughly. She sighed against his mouth, moving her lips slowly against his. His hands gripped her hips urgently, pulling her even closer, “Want you so bad.” He groaned softly, cupping her breasts in his large hands.

“Not here,” She mumbled against his lips, sighing softly, “Let’s go inside.” Kim felt Billy’s lips curling into a smirk, as if she had fallen straight into his trap.

“Hurry,” He lifted her with ease onto the dock. She giggled softly, letting the water drip from her body, “Scootch.” He patted at her thighs, insisting that she move faster. She shook her head at his urgency as she quickly pulled herself up from the wood. She tugged her towel around her waist, wrapping herself tightly again.

“Calm down.” She giggled, her eyes widening as he removed his briefs without a care. She glanced around, making sure that no one was watching as he pulled his clothes back on. He grinned at her, his eyes dancing with excitement as he tugged her inside. She glanced around in worry, hoping that Tommy wouldn’t be there to see what Billy was obviously wanting to do. Thankfully, he was no longer around to notice Kim’s embarrassment.

“Can’t,” Billy said simply as he dragged her inside the room. She giggled softly, holding onto his hand tightly, “I just want you so bad.” He breathed out quickly, moving to kiss her again. She fought the urge to laugh as she met his quick lips. She pulled away slowly, not wanting to get her wet clothes on Tommy’s sheets.

“You’re needy,” She teased softly, watching as he flicked his tongue across his lps again, “Do you want chapstick?” She offered a moment later. Billy stared at her lips as he shook his head no.

“I’m okay,” He shook his head, watching her curiously as she began to scrub her body dry with the towel, “I probably just smoked too much.” He told her softly. She grinned as she thought of last night, thinking of how messy she had acted.

“Oh god,” She shook as she rubbed her towel along her arms, “It’s so cold now.” She shivered for a second before she sat her towel down. Billy shrugged at her, as he plopped down on the bed. He watched her for a minute and she resisted the urge to tell him to look away.

She undressed, stripping her wet undergarments off and putting them in a neat pile. She hoped they’d dry before she shoved them back in her bag, but figured it’d be alright if her other outfits got a little wet.

Billy took her by surprise. His large hands cupped her waist, pulling her towards him on the bed. He grinned from ear to ear as he sat her flush against his lap.

“Billy,” She giggled as he pulled her onto his lap. She shook her head, not even bothering to cover herself as she straddled his lap naked, “We have to go soon.” She reminded him, glancing towards the clock on the wall.

“We have time before we leave,” Billy grinned at her, “Tommy won’t mind.” He pulled her onto his lap, tracing his fingertips along her gentle curves. She grinned softly, letting her hands rest along his shoulders.

“I told mom I’d be back by two,” She told him gently, a soft moan leaving her lips as he rolled her hips along the bulge of his cock, “Billy.” She moaned softly, feeling her previous protests beginning to fade away.

“It’s okay,” He licked his bottom lip, looking up towards her with a sly smirk, “We can be a little late.” He reassured her gently, grinding her down on him again. She sighed, closing her eyes in bliss as she found herself giving way to him. She wanted him again, just as she always did.

“Okay,” She whispered harshly against his mouth. She breathed in his scent, moving her lips against his roughly as her pussy throbbing against his bulge, “Want you so bad.” She nearly pleaded as she ran her fingers across his broad chest. She liked that it seemed more tan and that more freckles decorated his skin. She liked his body, how it looked and how it felt against hers.

“Here,” He shifted her a bit, holding her in his strong arms as he laid down on the bed. He gripped her hips, turning her until she was facing his bulge and her knees were straddling his neck. She felt herself blushing at the intimate position, feeling fully exposed to him, “We haven’t done this in a while.” He grumbled softly, letting his large hands run across the curve of her spine. He gripped her ass, squeezing softly before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss along her drenched folds.

“Billy,” She whimpered softly, her clit throbbing in pleasure. She wanted to feel his mouth against her so badly. She fumbled with his shorts for a moment before she got them low enough on his thighs. She exhaled deeply, watching the way his thick cock popped out. She felt like salivating, staring at the way he was already so hard and ready, “You’re so big.” She breathed out, still unsure of how he managed to fit inside of her.

“Don’t be a little tease,” Billy spoke hoarsely as he squeezed her skin softly, “Suck my cock like a good girl.” He groaned out, his words traveling straight towards her core. Her muscles tightened in pleasure

His tongue flicked across her wet folds, earning a moan from her lips as she slowly pumped her hand up the length of his cock. She sighed in bliss, watching the precum leaking from his red tip as Billy continued to lick along her wet cunt.

“Hey,” He moved his hand away, smacking the right cheek of her bottom, “I wanna feel that pretty mouth too.” He teased her as he squeezed her flesh in his large hand. She giggled, sticking her tongue out against his tip as he jerked his hips upwards. She licked away his precum, admiring the taste in her mouth as she continued to move her hand up and down his throbbing cock.

She wrapped her lips around his thick tip, her mouth still straining at the stretch of his cock inside of her mouth and slowly began to suck around his pulsing head. She listened to the way he sighed, the subtle groans that left his lips as her hands moved towards his balls. She flicked her tongue along the ridge of his cock, licking along his veins.

Billy’s tongue dipped along the curve of her cunt, licking away her juices before his tongue was circling around her fluttering hole. She whimpered against his cock, the sound vibrating down to where her hand was gripping his balls. His large hands moved down the curve of her ass, squeezing the base of her thighs as his tongue slid deeper inside of her.

Billy’s tongue flicked back out, moving against her clit for a moment before he moved one of his fingers inside of her aching hole. She found herself drooling from the feeling, her saliva dripping down his cock and landing on her hand. She pressed his throbbing cock further into her mouth, bobbing her head quickly as she swallowed the taste of him away. Billy mumbled something as he curled his finger inside of her, peppering a kiss along her drenched folds.

“Billy,” She whimpered softly as he slid another finger inside of her. She gasped, continuing to slide her hand along his wet cock. She squeezed a little harder towards his tip, giggling as his hips jerked up harder against her palm, “You taste so good.” She teased softly as she kitten licked along the ridge of his cock again. Billy grunted softly against her smooth skin, his fingers moving deeply inside of her.

“Don’t be a little bitch,” Billy teased her as he smacked his large hand against her soft flesh again, “Keep sucking my cock like a good girl.” He cupped her ass with another hand, squeezing it tightly before he spit along her pussy. She whimpered, her cheeks flushing at the wet sound that echoed in the room as he moved his fingers roughly inside of her. She whined, fluttering her eyes before she pressed his cock inside of her mouth again.

She bobbed her head, sucking and flicking her tongue around his cock as he moved his hips up to meet her motions. She squeezed at his balls, coating them with the drool from her mouth as she pressed him further and further down the back of her throat. She gagged softly, closing her eyes as he jerked his hips up again. She kept her same motions, despite the warm feeling that was spreading across her face. She flicked her tongue across the ridges of his cock again, savoring the way it seemed to pulse against her tongue.

She found herself moaning again, more drool spilling from her lips and along his cock as he dipped his tongue inside of her drenched hole along with his fingers. He curled them deeply, pressing them against her bundle of nerves. She jerked, forcing his cock further into her mouth as the pleasure traveled along her core and up her abdomen.

He kept one hand gripped along her ass, squeezing at her flesh as he began to curl his fingers faster inside of her. She gagged again, the movements of her mouth becoming lazier as the pleasure continued to travel up her spine. She whined, pulling away again as a trail of spit connected from his tip to her lips. She moaned in bliss, pumping him harshly in her hand as she began to grind her hips down against his mouth.

“Billy,” She moaned out in bliss, her hips writhing against his mouth roughly. She felt her thighs tremble, shaking as he licked and sucked along her swollen clit. She whimpered, squeezing his cock in her hand as he pressed his fingers roughly along her g-spot. Her back arched, her toes curling as she came with a cry, “Oh fuck, oh god.” She whined in bliss as she rolled her hips along the length of his fingers. She whined as he continued to rock his fingers inside of her wet cunt.

“Baby,” He groaned as he licked the cum away from her folds, “Put your mouth on my cock. Please.” He clawed at her skin again, sounding desperate as his hips came up against her hand again. She pumped him harshly, squeezing his throbbing cock before she wrapped her lips around his pulsing tip.

Her mind still felt fuzzy from her orgasm as she pressed his thick, long cock as deep into her mouth as she could manage. She drooled around him, sucking harder along him as she thought about how good his spunk would taste on her mouth. Her fingers squeezed along his balls, holding them in her small hands as Billy’s hips thrusted upwards. She gagged as he continually hit the back of her throat, his cock pulsing against her tongue as she let him use her mouth.

His groans filled the room, along with the sound of her mouth along his cock as he pulled his fingers away from her cunt. He sighed breathlessly, his hips leaving the mattress as he pressed his fingers along the curve of her back. He was pushing her down harder, pressing his cock further into her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, feeling the tears forming as she tried to keep herself from gagging on him. She could feel her jaw beginning to burn, aching from how thick his cock was.

“Fuck,” He grunted out, his breath was hot along her pussy as he spoke, “Fuck. That’s it, Red.” He panted in awe, his hips snapping up roughly before his movements were stalled. He hit way past the back of her throat, alarming her for a moment before she remembered to relax. His balls pressed against her lips, pulsing before his warm spunk filled her throat. She gagged then, quickly swallowing what she could before the rest of it poured from her mouth.

She breathed harshly for a moment, squeezing the base of his cock as he pulsed in her hand. It took her a moment to regain her breath before she licked away the remnants of his cum and her spit. Billy groaned, his fingers still pressing into her skin as she licked him clean.

“I like this too,” She giggled softly, feeling him shiver underneath her as she lapped her tongue one last time over his softening cock, “This position is fun.” She giggled as she rolled off of him, her legs feeling weak again. He chuckled, smacking at her thigh. She bit her lip, wiggling her hips forward like she could go another round.

Billy looked as if he was considering it by the way he shifted her towards him. She grinned, feeling like putty in his hands as he roughly maneuvered her back onto his waist. She bit back a laugh, smiling as he linked their hands together.

“Have I mentioned how much I like the necklace?” He offered, sending her a cheesy grin as he looked at the chain dangling on her neck. She felt a fluttery feeling fill her stomach and chest as she looked down at the ring.

“Thanks,” She said softly, squeezing his fingers softly in hers, “This guy gave it to me. He’s pretty sweet actually.” Her smile grew as she watched the way Billy rolled his eyes, like he couldn’t believe she would say something like that about him. She leaned forward, far enough that she could kiss his nose. She stayed there for a second, enjoying the way he scrunched his nose up against her lips.

“He sounds like a dick.” Billy grumbled when she pulled away. She counted the freckles on his cheeks, biting back a smile as she noticed a flush forming on his skin. She nudged him softly, gaining his eyes back towards hers.

Billy’s fingers moved down the curve of her boobs, his blue eyes watching intensely as her buds hardened against his touch. She breathed in slowly, her skin tickling as she felt his cock hardening underneath her. She could feel his thick cock pressing between her thighs, beginning to slide against her wet heat.

“Billy,” She gasped softly as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. She yelped softly, rolling her hips along the length of his cock as he continued to tug on her sensitive buds, “Want you.” She mumbled as she reached between her legs and began to slowly press his fat tip into her drenched hole. He groaned as he moved his head down, slowly beginning to lick and suck on her nipples. She sighed, her eyes fluttering as she slowly sheathed herself on his dick.

“Kim,” He mocked her playfully as he squeezed at her thighs. He exhaled hotly against her nipples, drawing shivers across her body, “Look how pretty your pussy is around my cock.” He grunted as he looked between her legs, taking in the way she was squeezing him. She rocked her hips forward slowly, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching her out.

“You’re pretty,” She responded, beginning to build a slow pace as she moved her hips along the curve of his cock. She gasped, enjoying how easily he moved inside of her slick cunt. She felt drunk on the way he felt inside of her, “Want you to fuck me all the time.” She mumbled, her features beginning to contort in pleasure as he gripped her hips harder.

He took control, moving her easily like she weighed nothing. His fingertips dug into her flesh as he moved her along the inches of his thick cock. He grunted underneath her, thrusting his hips up harshly at the same time. His balls were pressing up against her, getting soaked from the way her cunt was crying around his cock.

“My dirty little whore,” He spit out, leaning forward again to nibble against her left nipple. She felt herself jerking forward, that nipple feeling particularly sensitive. She whimpered as he easily moved her on top of his cock, “You’re such a bad girl for letting your big brother use you like this.” He grunted out in pleasure, grinding his hips up roughly. She whimpered, feeling his tip pressing against her g-spot from his motions.

“No,” She breathed out roughly, her boobs bouncing from how harshly he was moving her. He was grunting loudly, his eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as he pounding into her. He was breathing harshly, licking his lips as he watched her with dilated eyes, “I’m a good girl.” She nearly giggled, still unable to bear the thought of being bad.

“Are you?” He grunted loudly, looking at her with dilated eyes. He was clawing at her hips, bouncing her roughly up and down the length of his cock. She whimpered as the sounds of their skin meeting filled the room. It sounded so dirty, so filthy. She wanted more of it, “Baby sis is so desperate for my cock.” He grunted out, looking at her intensely.

“Mhm,” She whined in bliss, trying to move her hips with his motions, “Good girls love their big brother’s cocks.” She nodded her head encouragingly. He groaned, gripping a handful of her hair and yanking her down towards him. She rolled her hips with his movements, not wanting to lose the way he was fucking her.

“Slut,” He snarled at her as he dragged her bottom lip down enough to expose her teeth and gums. He spit at her, his saliva trickling into her mouth and down from her lips. She moaned, rolling her tongue along his spit and swallowing it with pleasure, “Oh god.” He groaned, his eyes looking even darker as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It left her flustered, wanting to have more of his approval.

She leaned forward, pressing her mouth messily against his as he engulfed her into a sloppy kiss. She sighed, her lips parting wider as his tongue slid into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of herself and began to slide her tongue against his in the same rapid motion. She swapped their tastes, begging for more of him as he tugged on her hair and held her in place.

“Billy,” She whined, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. Drool fell from her lips as he held her in place, fucking up into her wet cunt with a rapid speed. His eyebrows were scrunched together even tighter as his balls smacked against her skin with each motion, “So good.” She cried out as her nails dug into his abdomen. She enjoyed how soft and firm he felt underneath her.

Her mind felt fuzzy, her thoughts beginning to flee from how harshly his cock was moving inside of her. Her moans were bouncing off the walls, fading into the hallway as he lifted her hips up. He exhaled deeply, looking down at her wet cunt as he pulled his cock out until only his tip remained. He grunted as he quickly filled his cock to her brim again, his tip pressing against her bundle of nerves each time he repeated that motion.

Her toes were curling and she felt the palms of her feet smacking against the mattress from how pleasurable she felt at the moment. She rolled her eyes back in bliss, her hair dancing along her spine as she clawed at his chest. Billy sounded desperate underneath her, grunting loudly as he continued to use her however he pleased. She began to feel a familiar clenching inside of her stomach as her climax began to approach.

“Fuck,” He sounded almost panicked as his hips shot up harshly, “Fuck, fuck,” He breathed out in bliss, his hips stalling deep inside of her. She gasped at the feeling of his cum filling inside of her fluttering hole. She moaned, completely taken aback from how he had cum first inside of her.

“Billy,” Her hips moved faster suddenly, the feeling of his spunk filling her cunt leaving her mind fuzzy, “Oh my god.” She continued her quick movements, whining at the sounds of Billy’s soft whimpers from underneath her. The bridge inside of her collapsed as her cunt squeezed around his cock, and she came undone around him. She continued to roll her hips forward, milking the remaining spunk from his cock.

“Oh shit,” He leaned back, his forehead covering his forehead as his cheeks burned, “That’s embarrassing.” He was breathing harshly, looking away from her as if he could hide himself from her.

“It’s okay,” Kim giggled softly, slowly beginning to roll her hips up against him to draw out the last bit of her orgasm, “I cum first all the time.” She gaped, her thighs quivering from the pleasure that had just raked through her body.

“Yeah,” Billy still refused to look at her, like he was humiliated for doing so. Kim felt completely opposite, more flattered than anything, “I just got too into it.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if he had to defend himself. She giggled, leaning down to kiss him.

“I liked it,” She told him honestly as she rubbed his chest, “Let’s go.” She said softly, not wanting to make them be any later than they already were. Billy grinned softly, his demeanor returning as he squeezed her cheeks harshly in his large hands.

“Whatever you say.”

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The car ride was pleasant, comfortable as Billy drove them back home. Kim enjoyed looking out the window, but she was dreading returning back. She had a bad feeling gnawing in the pit of her stomach, as if something was wrong. She kept trying to shrug it off, feeling a pang in her chest everytime she thought about it too deeply. She hoped that maybe talking about it would solve the anxiety bubbling inside of her.

“Oh,” Kim spoke up bashfully as she turned towards Billy, “My mom was asking about who I was seeing. Tommy’s name may have slipped out.” She was almost embarrassed as she spoke, remembering the conversation. She wondered if she should tell him that she nearly admitted to Susan that they were together. She bit her lip and decided against it, not wanting to cause any issues.

“Oh?” Billy turned towards her amused, his sunglasses hiding his eyes away from her, “Do you have a secret thing for him?” He asked her. He moved his hand down, squeezing the part of her knee that made her burst into giggles. She wiggled for a moment, trying to move away from his tight grip.

“No,” She giggled out harshly, “I don’t have a crush on him. Only you.” She told him between rough laughs. She wiggled against his seat, still trying to pry his fingers away from her knee. He chuckled after a second before he released his grip from her.

“Dorky.” Billy said as he pulled his hand away from her knee. She gaped, mocking offense as he took it as his cue to laugh. He shook his head but she found her eyes narrowing playfully as she thought for a moment.

“From what you’ve said,” She drew out slowly, feeling a smirk growing on her lips, “It sounds like you had a crush on me first.” She leaned against the middle console, moving closer to him as she waited for his reaction. He huffed, grumbling something underneath his breath as he refused to look at her. She felt bubbly suddenly, realizing how true it was.

“Don’t be getting a big head,” He told her after a second, shooting her a quick glance, “You’re pretty.” That was his only reasoning as a small grin formed on his lips. She looked away, quite pleased with herself as his loud music began to fill her ears again.

“Do you have any tapes?” She asked suddenly, wondering if they had any shared music taste. Billy moved his elbow away from the console, popping it open for her. He looked at her briefly before he peeled his eyes back towards the road.

“I don’t think there’s anything you like,” He told her after a second thought, “It’s the usual stuff I listen to.” He persisted as if she wasn’t going to look anyways. She was too curious, feeling like a cat as she dug through the various tapes. He was right for the most part, until she stumbled upon something familiar.

“What’s this?” She grinned teasingly, holding up a tape of the Bananarama’s. Billy reached over quickly, grabbing it from her hands. She gaped, trying to reach over to take it back. She loved their album.

“Max must’ve put it in here.” He tried to shake it off, still holding the tape far from her hands. She groaned dramatically, reaching for it with her hands. She snagged it away quickly when he looked back towards the road. She moved to put it in, ignoring the protests that were beginning to form on his lips.

“Max doesn’t like them,” Kim grinned as she gave him a knowing look, “Oh my god, is this your secret pleasure?” She teased him, finding delight that they did share something in common. His cheeks flushed for a moment and she swore he began to stutter as if he was trying to figure out what to say next.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, “It’s embarrassing.” He told her quickly. She didn’t think it was embarrassing at all. It was music. What was wrong with listening to something you liked? A look of despair filled his features as the tape came to life, beginning to blast one of the songs.

“I love this song,” She breathed out, “It’s a cruel, cruel summer. Leaving me here on my own.” She sang the lyrics badly, but didn’t care as the music danced along her ears. She bobbed her head from side to side, her hair swaying as she moved her shoulders to the beat of the music. She laughed to herself, turning to look at the way Billy was watching her.

He had a warm smile on his lips, a look of amusement crossing his features. He looked airy, light and carefree as he drove down the road. She watched him for a moment, a dopey grin still on her lips as a warm feeling spread through her chest. She wasn’t sure how she went so long without being with him before. He felt like the air she needed to breathe. She watched as he turned away, shaking his head playfully like she was being outrageous. She couldn’t help that he made her feel comfortable.

“Don’t ever bring this up,” He told her seriously, once the song had finished, “I have a reputation to uphold.” A grin formed then and as if to prove a point, he began to light a cigarette up. She wrinkled her nose at the trapped smell before she turned to roll her window down partially. She thought about his reputation for a moment, thinking that it was both tragic and cute that he wanted people to perceive him a certain way. She only wished he’d allow people to see the real him, to see how kind and sweet he really was.

“Your secret is safe with me,” She promised him as she rubbed her finger along her bottom lip, “I won’t tell anyone.” She giggled softly, thinking about how he had promised her something similar not too long ago.

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“We’re back.” Billy said dryly, rolling his head slowly to look at her. She grinned, leaning forward to pull his sunglasses gently. She liked the way his blue eyes twinkled with amusement.

“Thank you for taking me,” She told him seriously, “I feel so different when I’m around you.” She told him honestly, no longer feeling like she had to watch what she said. The only thing she ever felt cautious about was bringing up his past. It was clear that was still off limits, but she figured they had plenty of time to work on that.

“Me too,” He admitted, “Not so alone.” He hesitated as he slowly moved forward and pressed his lips against hers gently. She grinned against his mouth before she pulled away and slid his sunglasses back up his nose. Her mood slightly dampened at the thought of him feeling so alone for so long. She was glad they were together now.

She fought the urge to hold his hand as they walked up the stairs. She dreaded being back here, but her and Billy had always managed to make it work before. She didn’t know why she felt as if things would be so different now.

Max greeted them first, looking rather excited to see the two of them. She squeezed Kim quickly before moving on to talking about a new scary movie trailer that had come out. Kim shook her head, wondering how Max would react when she found out that Billy broke her high score.

Kim carried her backpack towards the washer and dryer, deciding that it was better to get ahead of her clothes than behind. She listened as Billy’s voice began to drift from the room. Her heart pounded and she fought to keep from staring after him.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Max watched as Kim tossed her dirty clothes into the washer machine, “Mom’s been pouting.” KIm looked at her curiously as she worked with the washer. She kicked at it after a moment, trying to keep it from shaking so badly.

“Why is she pouting?” Kim thought about her bad feeling earlier and wondered if it had something to do with Susan. She really hoped not. She wanted things to get better, not go back to being bad.

“I don’t know,” Max shrugged her shoulders, looking towards Kim curiously, “She isn’t suspicious, is she?” Kim felt her heart drop before she quickly shook her head, knowing that there was no way Susan could know. Her and Billy were careful. Perhaps Susan had questioned them at one point, but Kim figured that they were long past that point.

“No,” Kim told Max quickly, glancing around to make sure that no one else was around, “No one else knows.” A grin formed on Max’s face. Kim looked at her in confusion, unsure of why she looked so happy.

“Sweet,” Max spoke proudly, “I’m the first one to know. I won’t tell your secret. I promise.” Max made a point to draw a line across her lips before she began to twist a key. Kim felt her eyes widen, a flush spreading over her as guilt filled her stomach.

“Oh,” Kim drew out softly, “Well, actually-” She trailed off once she realized Max was no longer paying attention. Max was happily walking away, swatting a hand towards Kim as she turned towards her room. Kim bit down on her bottom lip, trying not to feel bad. She was sure Max would understand the reasoning later. Not that she had truly meant to tell any of the others that knew.

Kim went towards her bedroom a few seconds longer, deciding that it may not be safe to linger in the dim hallways. She grinned as she spread herself across her mattress, thinking about how nicely things were beginning to fall into place.

She twisted the ring around her finger again, admiring the way it engulfed her digit. She still couldn’t believe that Billy had gifted her something like this. She rubbed her thumb across the soft details, grinning as she thought to herself about what other rings Billy may gift her in the future.

“Kimberly,” Neil’s voice drew her out of her trance. She sat up from her bed, her heart pounding harshly as she looked towards him. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against her doorway, a strict expression was written across his features, “I need to ask you something.” She felt her heart drop as she quickly moved her hand away from Billy’s ring.

“Yes?” She spit out quickly, stumbling over the word as her heart hammered away inside of her chest. Neil approaching her alone didn’t seem like a good thing. Nothing good ever seemed to come from him talking to her anymore.

“Where were you?” He asked simply, his eyes piercing a hole into her. She felt herself getting flustered for a moment as she tried to soothe herself. She couldn’t act like she was nervous, then he would surely know that she had been lying.

“I stayed with Addi,” She gulped hard, “Addi Perez.” Kim clarified, as if he had forgotten her friend’s name. She clenched her fingers together, ignoring the urge to tug on her hair. Neil nodded his head, rubbing his thumb along his mustache.

“Huh,” He drew out, placing a hand against his hip, “It’s just funny. I talked to Luis today and he didn’t recall his daughter having any visitors.” Kim’s mouth went dry suddenly. She paused, watching the way Neil looked enthused as if she had been caught. She felt stupid, realizing she should’ve asked Addi to be her cover.

“Oh,” She felt a nervous laugh building inside of her, “I’m sure he just missed me.” She tried to brush it off. It wasn’t the best lie, but she hoped that it would work well enough for Neil to accept her answer. It was too late to call Addi’s dad and beg for him to cover for her, as if he would do it anyways.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Neil’s voice was harsh but quiet. Kim shook her head quickly, her hair flying as she tried to deny any of his claims. She glanced towards the floorboards, trying to think of the best way to cover herself.

“Of course not,” She said quickly, “I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, unable to help herself anymore. She was doing her best not to squirm underneath Neil’s questioning gaze. He didn’t believe her. She was sure of that.

“Just strange that you and Billy got back at the same time.” He drew out slowly, almost as if he was trying to insinuate something. Kim felt her eyes widen, panic growing in her chest. They hadn’t done anything around Neil for him to question them, she was positive of that. She thought of the other day in the living room, but surely if he was suspicious he would’ve exposed them there.

“He drove me.” Her throat was dry and her voice cracked as she spoke. She winced, hoping that it didn’t make Neil question her anymore. Billy drove her everywhere anyways, she hoped that it would be enough to cover the two of them. Neil looked at her unimpressed.

“Right,” Neil nodded his head, looking anything but convinced, “Are you doing drugs?” His question surprised her. She blinked, slowly absorbing his words.

“What?” She questioned him, unsure of how she was supposed to answer. She had fully expected him to ask if she was sleeping with Billy. She didn’t expect a question about drugs.

“Billy’s drug issue,” Neil spit out like she was stupid, “Are you helping him get drugs?” Kim’s eyebrows rose high from this information. She had a feeling Neil wasn’t talking about weed.

“No,” She looked towards him alarmed, not fully grasping what he was saying. Kim knew that he did weed, but she didn’t think there was much more to it, “I don’t think he’s doing anything like that.” Neil snorted, shaking his head as if she was naive. Kim thought about protesting but decided against it. Neil would think whatever he wanted to, there was no changing his mindset.

“If I find out you’re lying to me, you’ll have worse than a missing door,” He told her seriously, “Is there anything you want to tell me before I find out the truth?” She still felt panic filling her stomach as she looked at him urgently. She wasn’t sure why he was so determined to have something be wrong.

“I’m telling the truth,” She did her best to keep from whimpering, feeling as if her bottom lip was beginning to wobble, “I stayed with Addi.” She told him urgently, fearing what would happen if Neil found out about her and Billy.

“If you get pregnant, you’re out of this house,” Neil snapped, pointing a finger at her, “You’ve disappointed me.” She inhaled another shaky breath, unsure of how to feel about what he said.

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know how to respond to him or how else she should answer his statement. She really didn’t care about what he thought about her, but then she did at the same time. He wasn’t her dad, but she knew he’d be watching her closely if he already wasn’t. She thought about Billy’s urgency about wanting to leave together. She grew worried, beginning to wonder what he and Neil had spoken about.

“That’s an interesting necklace,” Neil said at last, his eyes burning a hole into her chest, “Looks familiar.” He paused for a moment, before moving from her doorway. She continued to stare for a moment, feeling a pending doom settle over her chest.

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Kim held one of her stuffed cows towards her chest, staring towards the wall and begging sleep to find her. Her chest still felt tight, her mind swarming with thoughts that she desperately wanted to shut off. She didn’t understand the conversation with Neil and she feared he really did know more than what he was letting on.

Billy entered the room, his eyebrows drawn together as he rested his arms across his chest. Kim’s eyes wandered over his bare skin, taking in the way his body seemed to be pulled together tightly as he debated about saying something. She sat up on her bed, waiting for him to speak as he shut the door behind him.

“Are you ignoring me?” He asked at last, a defeated look crossing over his features. Kim felt her eyebrows raise as a feeling of guilt meddled into her chest.

“No,” She told him quickly, “Neil just, I don’t know. I think he knows something.” She told him quickly, realizing she may have been a bit distant with him in front of their family. She was too worried about their parents finding out.

“About us?” Billy tilted his head, searching for clarity as he examined Kim’s nerves across her face. She nodded her head, her mouth beginning to feel dry again. She was glad she didn’t eat dinner, she feared it may come back up again as she spoke.

“He asked why we arrived together,” She breathed out slowly as she touched the ring resting against her chest, “I think he knew this was yours.” She fumbled with it nervously again, wondering if it was smart to have it in the first place. Billy’s eyes softened.

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” He brushed off her worries as he pressed his fingers against his ring that was resting against her skin. He played with it for a moment, looking there as she stared up at him. She paused for a moment while he drew his hand away.

“He’s just so obsessed with me getting pregnant,” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “It’s creepy.” She looked away from him, unsure if it was the right way to be talking about his dad. Billy's eyebrows furrowed together.

“He just doesn’t want us to make the same mistakes as they did,” Billy reassured her softly, “We’ll be extra careful from now on.” He nodded his head, like it was that simple. Kim still wasn’t sure.

“Do you want to lay with me?” She offered, pulling the blankets back so he could join her. It wasn’t necessarily an offer, more of a demand in her opinion. He grinned, looking just as happy as he crawled into her bed. She shifted, moving over so that he’d have more room. She laid on her side, resting her leg on top of his as her hand moved across his tanned chest.

“I like your room,” He said at last, “It feels like you.” He told her softly as he shifted on the mattress next to her. She grinned towards him, pulling herself closer to his warm body. She liked the words he said. She liked the way he spoke. She was completely absorbed with everything he did.

“I did decorate it.” She teased him softly, smiling from ear to ear. He shook his head, rubbing his thumb across the curve of her smile. He stared at her lips for a long time, looking deep in thought as she puckered her lips against his thumb. She peppered it with kisses softly.

“Oh,” He laughed when he finally spoke again, “You have jokes now?” He slowly moved his hand away from her mouth. She rubbed her lips together, shrugging her shoulders playfully as he rested his hand against her abdomen this time.

“I’m very funny,” She told him playfully, “You just never noticed.” She was teasing him again, trying to soak up as much of the twinkle in his eyes as possible. She watched as his eyebrows rose.

“I noticed.” He told her seriously, nearly sounding short with her. She recognized what he meant immediately. She wondered what had happened if they had tried a relationship back in San Diego, if things would be any different now. She liked to think that no matter how they met, they’d still wind up where they were right now.

“Billy,” She turned towards him, her voice feeling softer as she spoke, “He thinks I’m doing drugs with you. But you only smoke weed, right?” She looked to him for reassurance, feeling as if she was prying into his information. She felt like this conversation was worse than asking about his previous girlfriends.

“Of course.” He spoke quietly, a few seconds later like he was debating answering her. She didn’t miss the way his body stiffened against hers. He looked away, as if his gaze was drawn towards something else.

“You wouldn’t lie about that?” She asked him again, urging for a straight answer from him. She trusted him, she really did. But something felt off again. She wanted him to know that he could trust her. She wouldn’t judge him.

“I did some dumb things in San Diego,” He traced a finger around her belly button as he sounded deep in thought, as if he was far away from this room, “I’m not that bad now.” He promised her softly. She looked at the way his eyes were downcasted, as if he was ashamed of what he had done. She felt bad as she moved her hand towards his and squeezed their fingers together.

“I just worry.” She said at last, scooting over again so that she could pepper a kiss against the corner of his mouth. He sighed softly, bringing his eyes back towards her again. They looked distant, not in a way that wanted her out but rather in a way that made him seem ashamed of what had happened.

“I know,” Billy’s voice was quiet as he played with their fingers together, “I love you.” His words made her heart flutter and soar. She pulled her lips into a bright grin, feeling like nothing else mattered but the two of them.

“I love you too.”

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“Kim,” Kim groaned, blinking hard into the dark, “Kim, please. Wake up.” The desperation in Max’s voice snapped Kim awake harshly. Billy groaned, beginning to rub at his eyes as he tried to shake the sleep off of himself. The room felt too dark, it felt like it was too quiet as an uneasy feeling filled her chest. She sat forward quickly, eyes wide as she stared at Max's teary face. Max’s cheeks and nose were red, her chest moving harshly as she tried to regain her breath.

“What’s wrong?” Kim was moving forward, kicking the blankets off of her quickly. It seemed to wake Billy up as he soon joined her towards the edge of the bed. His blue eyes were wide, glancing towards the open door in worry. Max opened her mouth but all that came forward were tears. Kim felt her lungs fill with ice as she wrapped her arms around her, panicking over what could be making Max act like this.

“Did something happen?” Billy sounded urgently suddenly as he rose. He moved Max’s face back, looking over her face and down her arms. Kim was confused for a second before she realized he was looking for any marks. Kim felt just as urgently suddenly, reaching over to turn on her lamp.

Kim couldn’t see any bruises on Max, but it didn’t help reassure her as Max continued to take deep breaths to catch her breath. Billy hesitated before he rested his hand against Max’s back as Kim gripped her hands tightly. Max looked irritated with herself, taking in another deep breath and holding it in her chest as she closed her eyes. Kim glanced towards Billy, looking at him alarmed. She didn’t want to rush Max, but she had a bad feeling that something terrible had happened. She rubbed her thumbs against Max’s cold hands, gently rubbing circles as if she could calm her down faster. Max gulped hard and opened her eyes. She blinked hard a few times, like she was trying to keep her tears at bay as she finally found a way to choke out her words.

“It’s mom, she’s hurt really bad.”

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napoleon x reader . 1.1k words . fluff . a gift for @kissmetwicekissmedeadly in @lemeowade's secret santa event! .

I sighed and turned my head to face the warm, inviting sunbeams that peeked through our window. The spring wind and singing birds outside were the perfect backdrop to mine and Napoleon’s morning together. My husband was still asleep, as usual. Any wakeup time before the sun was directly above us was simply too big of an ask sometimes, but he worked very hard. He worked hard for everyone - for me, for the neighboring children, for our friends, for all the people he cared about, and it definitely showed in how sleepy he was all the time. But even when that wasn’t necessarily the case, he was still quite tired! I laughed to myself and stood up, right before a big, full body stretch, and made my way into the kitchen. It wasn’t that far of a walk. Our house was pretty small, but honestly I liked it that way. Smells traveled faster, making for some delicious aromas to waft in the air much longer, there was much less to clean, and the space felt so much more intimate. Less room for Napoleon and I to be apart, and more of an opportunity to be in his arms at any given moment.

Yup, life in the French countryside was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. Ever since we’d taken our leave from the mansion, I’d felt amazing. But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the mansion! I did, I truly did, but Napoleon and I needed to be alone. We needed to live life like every married couple did. Even though, by all accounts, we were not a normal couple. How normal can a human/vampire couple truly be? I suppose it didn’t matter. I felt normal. He felt normal. We felt normal. The world was abnormal, not us. How could love between us ever be anything other than what we were supposed to be feeling?

In my thoughts, I had prepared some coffee for the two of us to share. I gazed out the window again. The sun was up higher than it had been before. “Is he still not up?” I laughed under my breath.

“He is.”

“Napoleon!” I gasped and turned around. He clasped his hand around his mouth, very clearly attempting to hold in a bout of uproarious laughter. “Oh, come on! You snuck up on me!”

“How didn’t you hear me coming?” he snickered. “Oh, (Y/N) your reactions are always so cute!” He gave into his urges and bellowed in laughter. “You’re too much!” Stepping forward, he enveloped me in a hug and kissed the top of my head. “Sorry for laughing.” Despite this, he laughed some more.

“Mhm. Well I have some coffee when you’re all finished, Monsieur de Wahaha.” I wriggled out of his embrace and handed him a coffee cup. “Freshly brewed. You’re lucky I didn’t spill anything.”

“I guess I am,” Napoleon responded, taking a sip of the coffee. “Ahh, delicious like always. Is this the Italian roast?”

“Yup! Leonardo was kind enough to gift me this. I saw him when I went into the city earlier this week, did I tell you?”

“I think so.” He wiped his mouth and stretched. “Why don’t I whip up a breakfast for us? This needs something to wash down.”

“Ooh, yes please!” I clasped my hands together. Napoleon truly made amazing breakfasts. Unlike a lot of other couples in our position, we worked together on a lot of things. He was the main chef of the house, and we cleaned together. I mostly ran errands, which was a lot of fun, especially because he’d like to join me when he had matters in town. I looked back over at him as he grabbed all the ingredients he liked to cook with. “If I were to guess, we’re having pancakes.”

“How did you know?” Napoleon teased. He began on the mix, pouring the milk into the bowl, but quickly stopped. “Hey, come here. I need you to do something.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! Come on.” He beckoned me over and I came, standing between him and the bowl. “Crack these eggs.”

“Oh, come on! You know good and well-”

“How are you gonna ever get better if you don’t practice?” Try it. He handed me an egg. Cracking eggs was something I was never good at. Even with my subpar cooking skills, I could manage through every step except egg-cracking. I think he just wanted to tease me. I sighed and looked for a good angle to crack it at. “Here, do it like this.” Napoleon gently grabbed my wrists and guided my motions, carefully manipulating them into plopping the egg into the bowl. “Just like that.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Can you do that again? I don’t think I got it quite the first time,” I chuckled, a cheeky grin plastered on my face.

“But of course,” Napoleon laughed, moving in a little closer. He, ever so discreetly, pushed me against the counter with his hips and repeated himself, breathing down my neck this time. He gave it a little kiss, moving my hands again. “Need some more help?”

“Mayyybe.”

“Well it seems that we’re all out of eggs. But…” He grabbed the rest of the dry ingredients - flour, sugar, and other things - and poured it in the bowl. “Something tells me you might still be able to help me.”

“I figured you’d need it.”

“Oh yes, I’m the one that needs help.” Napoleon chuckled some more and put the whisk in my hands, mixing the batter with my hands that held it. He put one of my hands on the side of the bowl to keep it steady and the other around my waist, holding me close to his chest as we mixed. “Doing good,” he whispered in my ear.

“Ah…” I grinned, feeling my heart pound in my chest. How funny that even after months of marriage I still had a crush on my husband, feeling my cheeks burn with every sweet thing he did for me. When we finished mixing, he pulled away from me.

“Now we let the batter sit for a few minutes. In the meantime…” He picked me up and put me on the counter, gently pushing me down onto it. “I need to take care of something.” He grinned and kissed my lips, receiving me as I sat up a little to melt into his hug. We remained that way for what felt like forever, supporting one another and working on something sweeter and more delicious than any recipe’s final product.

#ikevamp #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp napoleon x reader #ikemen vampire napoleon #cybird #otome #ssevent

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chicken-fifi · 3 months

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After the Wedding (pt 2) | Lee Jongsuk Imagine

Pairing: Lee Jongsuk x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: part 2 of After the Wedding

Genre: fluffy

Word Count: 702 words

A/n: i ended up making this imagine more on the fluffy side since the first part was more NSFW. i do hope you don't mind, but i didn't want to make something so similar that it felt like a copy

You groaned as you shifted in the bed, the silk sheet of the bed you and Jongsuk had shared for the first time as a married couple supporting your tired and sore body. There was a soft glow coming from in between the slight crack in the curtains keeping the floor to ceiling window of the hotel room covered. Gently sitting up, you hummed as you felt your new husband’s arm slung around your waist, a pleasant and comforting weight that you could get used to and never complain about.

Jongsuk was still sound asleep despite your moving, deep and even breaths continued leaving him as he moved closer, holding you tighter. You were careful as you pried his arm from around you and struggled to get up, wincing at the feeling in between your legs. Sure the bath had helped the night before, and you were certain that if Jongsuk hadn’t suggested taking one to relax your muscles you would’ve been worse off…but the activities in the bathtub most certainly did not help your already sore legs.

You flushed at the thoughts, shaking your head as you reached for the robe on the chair a few feet away, slipping it on, you gave a silent count before rising to your feet a quiet groan leaving your lips. Would you even be able to walk? Taking a step forward, you gave into the limp and slowly but surely made your way to the kitchen the suit had. You may be sore and tired, but you were not going to give up your morning cup of coffee because of it.

You went through the process of grinding the coffee bean provided by the hotel and placing the ground bean in the french press followed by the hot water you’d put on the stove. As you waited, you hummed before walking to the windows giving a scenic view of the rising sun over the city from the living room. You wondered if the sunset would look just as beautiful from there as well.

As the smell of the finished coffee filled the air, so did the sound of heavy footsteps. It looks like you weren’t the only one awake anymore.

“It hasn’t even been 20 minutes since I got up,” you hummed limping over to the hallway to meet Jongsuk.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” he replied, pulling you into a hug and bending down to kiss your clothed shoulder. “Are you making coffee? You should’ve woken me to make it.”

You chuckled, moving back to the kitchen and grabbing two mugs from the cupboard after struggling to find them, then waiting a few extra minutes before pouring two cups of coffee. The rich smell made you smile as you closed your eyes.

“You can make breakfast if it makes you feel better and I can enjoy the view of my shirtless husband cooking for me.”

Jongsuk gave you a cheeky look as he played with the t-shirt he’d thrown on after a final shower the night before - no activities occurred then, if I may add. The two of you drank your coffee in silence looking at the rising sun from the breakfast bar, leaning on one another.

“I want it to be like this every morning for as long as possible,” you whispered. “Just us enjoying each other’s presence.”

He nodded in agreement, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple, “It will be. Even as time passes, the two of us will always have this moment of quiet and slowness to ourselves as the day starts.”

And you did.

It became a part of your routine everyday of your week-long honeymoon, flowing into everyday of the first year of marriage, then the first year of being pregnant and having a newborn (although you were mainly drinking tea then), soon followed by the first year of life of your little one.

It was your little ritual. Your forever kind of thing. And not once did either of you miss it, even if it was interrupted by the cries of a hungry baby. They simply joined the two of you being fed as you started that new day.

#kactor #kactor imagines #kactor scenarios #lee jongsuk #lee jongsuk masterlist #lee jongsuk imagines #lee jongsuk scenarios

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professionalbratqueen · 2 years

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Hello, Neighbor

18+ only, please.

Originally posted by darkling-er

Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader

Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort

Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd

Word Count: 3,827

Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕

Read it on AO3.

The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.

You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.

There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.

"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain-power draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"

He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed--and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?

The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.

"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."

"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.

"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"

She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.

"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."

Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.

"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"

Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"

His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.

Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."

He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."

"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."

The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.

He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."

"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."

"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"

"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.

His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.

All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.

You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.

The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.

"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.

Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.

You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.

His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.

You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.

"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"

"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.

He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.

He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."

The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."

You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."

He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"

You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."

"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.

His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.

He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.

You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.

Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.

He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.

He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.

Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.

His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.

He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.

He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.

The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"

You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.

You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.

"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."

You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.

You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.

He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.

The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.

Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.

You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.

"Oh, my God!"

He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."

You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.

"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."

You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.

You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.

He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"

"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.

"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"

You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"

He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.

You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."

He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.

#hello neighbor #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut #ari levinson #chris evans #my writing #the red sea diving resort

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babyjakes · 2 years

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and you know, and so do i.

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summary | andy calls you in for office hours, just as he’s done almost every week of the semester. you both know your grade in his class is the least of the worries that he hopes to address.

pairing | professor!andy barber x student!reader

warnings | ed themes mentioned: implied restrictive subtype, no real symptom talk/mostly just body experience descriptions (weak, dizzy, spaced out, confused), resistance to help andisolation, suggestive that reader is severely ill. angst; this is not a fic with a happy ending, this is not a fic headed in a happy direction. soft!very concerned!andy.

word count | 1,179

an | hi friends. this is one of those fics that i don’t really know how to write an introduction for. i think this was mostly written as a way for me to support myself when i wasn’t getting the support i needed. please heed all the warnings given; the topic of ed’s is very fragile, i know, and i want you all to be safe and make choices that’ll be healthiest for you. i wrote this originally after rediscovering a song i used to listen to a lot back in high school when i was in the worst of my anorexia; listening to it again after so long brought back a lot of memories, one in particular of one of the last times i was brought into the er. i was deteriorating heavily and i remember just lying there and staring at the ceiling, listening to this song and feeling like i was back at my childhood home, sitting by the open windows listening to the neighbors’ kids playing outside. idk, it’s a very vivid memory for me. here’s a link to the song (getting lighter, goldmund) for anyone who’s interested.

Sitting in your regular brown armchair, the worn vintage-patterned fabric barely bending beneath your shallow frame, your eyelids droop like flower petals heavy with rain; you could not focus on the man in front of you if your life depended on it.

Standing with his back to you, broad shoulders filling out the deep navy seams of his university sweatshirt, Professor Barber tends to the whistling kettle on the stove, carefully killing the heat as he asks his question again, “Y/n, are you sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea?”

Eyes lazily resting on some point just beyond the tip of your own nose, you hum some sort of confirmation or agreement, though it isn’t enough for him to understand until he turns around briefly to look at you, his gaze softening in worry as he watches you watch… nothing. Pouring himself a mug, he adds a tea bag and joins you in taking a seat, picking his usual spot on the green sofa across the narrow office from you. Setting his drink down on the coffee table beside him, the man sets his hands in his lap, an expectant silence falling over the room as he looks you over carefully.

And you, are entirely somewhere else. Chapped bottom lip parted ever so slightly from the top, you draw in a shaky breath as something warm hits your cheek; you think it could be a tear before you realize the window is open right beside you, a gentle ray of sun shining in and landing just below your eyes. Closing them for a moment, you stop to listen, the distant sounds of blowing grass and voices from afar filling your chest with heaviness. The whole world feels so light, like you could step right off the ground and float up into the sky on the breeze. For a moment, just a moment, you begin to forget where you are. Everything sounds and smells like home; you wonder if the faint smell of tea leaves in the air is coming from your mother’s favorite olive-green mug.

Voice trembling, you manage to say, “It’s beautiful out.”

“It is,” Andy’s soft voice agrees through the darkness. Andy, he had told you to call him that. Sometime, weeks ago. You never knew why he kept calling you in to see him every Thursday afternoon, and he never offered any reason, and yet- you continued to show up, week after week. Or maybe, maybe you did know. Maybe you do. Maybe even, you know, that he knows.

“It feels like summer,” you admit, your own voice barely recognizable to you as you do your best to fight back tears that have for some reason built up; maybe it was the tenderness of his voice. Maybe it’s the familiar smell of the spring air. You realize that you don’t want to be here; this is a frightening place for you, sitting in the warmth of the early May sun. Your hands squeeze the armrests of the chair as you do your best to remind yourself of your surroundings, but you can’t help but feel like maybe you’ve fallen asleep; maybe you’re dreaming of home. Maybe you’ll never see home again.

“Do you like the summertime, y/n?” Andy asks, watching patiently as you continue to sit with your eyes fully closed, nostrils flaring slightly as you struggle to take in a breath that feels big enough.

Head still heavy with thought, you mumble an, “I don’t know.” I’d like to live to see another one, you think to yourself, but as always, the words just can’t seem to find their way past your lips.

Straightening himself a bit in his seat, Andy nods though you can’t see him, clearing his throat briefly before saying your name once more, “Y/n.” Your eyes open, gaze landing on the man as he sits just a handful of feet away from you, and the look on his face is something you’re not ready for; it’s full of concern. You can’t tell if that’s everything you’ve ever wanted, or everything you’ve been trying to avoid. “Do you know why I assign you here, every week?”

Breaking away from his softened gaze, you try to shrug off the question. “I am barely passing your course,” you admit.

Andy nods, though you somehow already know that’s not where he’s headed. “Of course. But you know that’s not why I ask you to come. That’s not why you do come, is it?”

Heaviness sinks into the tips of your fingers as you blink at his question; part of you knows there’s no point in answering. Though still, you find yourself confirming his guess, “No, it’s not.”

He hums with a nod, repeating your name once more. “Y/n…”

“I can stop coming,” you say quietly, everything about you: your voice, your body, your presence- suddenly feeling incredibly and dangerously small as your head drops in shame. “I-I can stop. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Shaking his head, Andy’s tone has softened as he tells you, “I hope you won’t stop. I hope you keep coming- I hope you’ll talk to me, y/n. I hope one of these days, one of these afternoons, you finally will.”

Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you can’t bring yourself to look at him again. You know you should get up, you should walk out before this can go any further, but there’s something too heavy about the sunlight on your face, the thick balminess of the air that keeps you trapped in your seat as you blink back more tears. You are stuck; there is no way out for you. And you think that you’ve probably been that way for a long, long time.

“I don’t want to talk,” though you’re expecting your voice to be full of bitterness, you’re surprised to find it’s more than anything else, just weak. Weary.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Andy acknowledges understandingly. “But don’t you think you should?”

“I-I can’t,” you say, eyes struggling up to meet his waiting gaze. “I just… I can’t.”

Smiling gently in defeat, Andy nods. “Well, I can’t force you, and I wouldn’t want to. But I will keep inviting you back, just in case,” he tells you.

As he shifts directions in the conversation, beginning to go on about something that happened the other day in class, the heaviness in your chest rots and blisters into a burning pain. Eyes clouding over as the man’s voice floats up and away, out of reach for your ears, something collapses a little inside you. Pressing your palms into the wood of the chair’s frame, you realize this’ll be the last time you sit here in this spot; next week when youre invitation arrives, you’ll ignore it. You have to.

Eyes drawing to a close once more, you inhale deeply, savoring the sounds of the world through the window as they grace your ears. You’re not coming back, and you won’t hear them again. And a part of you knows you won’t make it home for the summer.

#eun's writing #and you know and so do i #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #defending jacob #defending jacob fanfiction #andy barber one shot #andy barber imagine #andy barber blurb #andy barber drabble #andy barber headcanon #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber angst #hurt/comfort

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augustslippedavvay · 2 years

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lazy mornings in bed + reading out loud to each other for eddie? 🥺

i will cry this is like. my biggest want in life in general, someone who will read in bed with me on slow soft mornings!!!

i got another request for “could you do 'waking up to the smell of fresh coffee' + 'good morning kisses' + 'lazy mornings in bed' with eddie?” so i am combining them, i hope that is okay <3 as per usual, i got too into this lmao. i hope u both enjoy!!!!

A bird chirps, once, loudly, outside of your window. Groaning, you roll over onto your back and toss one arm languidly over your eyes. Something had roused you, pulled you from sleep, and, as much as you loathe to admit it, you’re wide awake now. You yawn, wishing more than anything for just five more minutes of sleep, when you hear a cupboard slam shut out in your apartment.

Someone is moving around in the kitchen. You push one hand out, feel around on the other side of the bed, and your suspicions are confirmed. Eddie’s gone to make coffee. It’s a summer Sunday, you think, smiling to yourself.

Summer Sundays are the best days, because neither you nor Eddie have to work, which means you can relax.

Every work day is the same: the sun rises early, but you’re both already awake to meet it when it does. Alarms set before dawn and work clothes laid out the night before so all you’ll need to do is pull them on. Quick kisses exchanged in passing as you take turns in the bathroom - leave some hot water for me today, okay, champ? said with a wink, to whoever showers first - and coffee in to-go mugs. If you’re lucky, you’ll have enough time to say goodbye, I love you, I’ll see you when you get home.

But not on Sundays. On Sundays, the sun’s light filters through the blinds of your bedroom, kissing your skin, exposed after the covers had been thrown off in the night. The two of you are always sweaty when you wake - your subconscious selves refuse to be disentangled, even in the height of summer - but you both welcome any excuse to shower together. Any chance to pore over one another’s bodies until your fingers are pruney and soft, until the steady trickle from the shower head runs cold, all semblance of concern about saving hot water out the window.

Sometimes you’ll put on a record and have coffee, sitting up and reading tangentially, stopping every once in a while to refill your mugs and chat about your books, but today you've decided you want to do what you love most in the world: lay curled into Eddie's side and listen to him read aloud to you. You love being immersed in other worlds, but it’s something else entirely for Eddie to be the one immersing you.

The door creaks open, and you pull your arm away from your face, stretch it high above your head. You feel your shirt graze against your belly.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

You open one eye, watch as Eddie kicks your bedroom door shut, balancing two cups of coffee in one of his hand. You realize immediately that it was the coffee that’d woken you - the smell of it had invited itself into the part of your brain that’d been dreaming and worked its magic to pull you out of it.

You sit up slightly, balancing yourself on one elbow, to accept your coffee from him. He’s poured it into your favorite mug - the diner style one, white with ‘I Heart Hot Dads’ scrawled onto one side - and you smile softly at him and scrunch your nose. You take note of the way his briefs are pulled up his thigh slightly higher on one side than the other, his favorite worn Black Sabbath shirt tucked into them. His hair is falling out of the low bun he’d put it into to sleep last night. He looks like a dream. You ache to kiss the sleep from the corners of his eyes.

Eddie’s hand brushes against yours as he hands it to you, and you say, “Thanks, baby.”

“My sleepy girl,” he whispers, kissing you on the top of your head before walking around the end of the bed to slide back into your unmade bed and take a quick sip himself. You shift so you’re sitting upright, angled towards him, careful not to spill your coffee, and lean over to plant a real deal kiss on his mouth.

“You taste good,” you murmur, settling back against the headboard, one knee hiked up close to your chest, to take your first sip, groaning when it hits your stomach. He always makes your coffee perfectly, and this morning it makes blood rush to your cheeks. “Fuck.”

Eddie laughs at you, bright and cheery, the way he always seems to be these mornings, despite the shadow you’ll occupy until you’ve had at least two cups of coffee. He drains half of his mug in one go, then reaches his coffee out to you. You tap yours against his. “Cheers to Sunday, baby.”

“Cheers,” you whisper, bringing the hand holding your coffee up to wrap around your knee and propping your chin on the top of it. You reach over and run a hand through his bed head, gently pulling a couple of curls from one another. “Have you been using that spray I got you?”

“What, the detangling spray?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, fingers still working at his hair. He winces and bats at your hand when you snag a particularly stubborn one.

“Alright, Freddy Krueger, with the knives for fingers, ouch.”

You laugh at him and poke his cheek. “If you’d used the detangling spray, that wouldn’t have happened.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you and brings his coffee back up to his mouth. Your eyes roam over his face, his plush lips, his soft eyes, the laugh lines at the corners of them. You trail down his neck, to the faint bruises peppered along it at the collar of his shirt, his necklaces against his chest. You catch yourself staring and glance back up.

“What do you think about maybe going to the lake to swim later?”

“Sure, we could make that happen. Later this afternoon?”

You hum. Comfortable silence falls, and you smile over at him, turn your head so your cheek is now resting on your knee. You’re hit with the sudden urge to tell him you love him, the ache heavy in the center of your chest. You decide to do the next best thing.

“Hey, you know what we should do?”

Eddie grabs your wrist and kisses the middle of your palm before letting you go, then clicks his tongue and says, “What’s that?”

“Read,” you say, punctuating it with another sip of coffee. You watch as his eyes light up.

"What do you want this morning, sweetheart?" Eddie's voice is soft as he asks. He says it like he knows what your answer will be. He probably does.

“The Hobbit,” you respond quietly, and your stomach flips when you realize he’d already been reaching over to his bedside table for it before you’d even been able to say. As an afterthought, you add, “please.”

“Anything for my baby,” he murmurs, grinning, thumb flicking through worn, yellowed, dog-eared pages. He leans against the bed frame beside you and holds his arm up, inviting you to sidle into him, which you do. “From the start?”

You nod, and Eddie smiles, offers his hand up, and you chug your coffee and pass him the empty cup. He stretches and places it on his bedside table, then settles in, one hand holding the book open in his lap, the other resting on top of your head, thumb working over your hair gently. Your arm snakes around his middle and edges underneath his shirt, and you feel more than hear him clear his throat.

“‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole –’”

“Eddie?”

He stops abruptly and looks at you, peering up at him from under your lashes. You’re so beautiful nestled into his side. He swears he’s never seen anything more lovely in his life.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Will you do the – you know, will you…”

Eddie smiles and clears his throat. He starts the paragraph over again from the start, this time adopting a deep, dramatic tone to his voice. “‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an ooooozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat; it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.’”

You laugh quietly, then tuck your head further under his chin and sigh contentedly. Eddie keeps reading, and you close your eyes, listen to him tell the story, the way he changes his voice for all of the characters, but also occasionally lowers it, recounting the story softly, just the way you like. You smile at the feel of the soft rumble of his voice against your cheek.

Yeah. You love summer Sundays.

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takashimakato · 2 months

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Long Haired Lady

(Paul and Linda Fanficton)

It was a peaceful morning in the McCartney household. The sun beamed in through the windows, casting warm light on the room and illuminating the wooden floor. The house was quiet, save for the occasional chirp of a bird or rustle of a critter scurrying about outside.

Inside the bedroom, Paul lay in bed, wrapped in the warm embrace of his loving wife Linda. The two of them had stayed up late the night before, cleaning up the house and getting everything in order. As a result, they were both feeling pretty content with how things were looking.

But as happy as they were, Paul knew that their peaceful morning was not destined to last. It was time for him to rouse Linda and get their day started. Gently shaking her shoulder, he whispered in her ear, "Linda, honey, it's time to wake up."

Linda let out a small groan and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her long, messy hair cascading down her back, and her eyes barely opened as she looked up at her husband.

With a smile, Paul softly replied, "Good morning, Linda." He leaned in closer and softly kissed her on the cheek, making sure not to wake her up more than necessary.

As Linda stumbled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, Paul followed after her, still holding her hand. Together, they cleaned up and got ready for the day, their rhythm synchronized as if they had performed this dance a million times before.

Once they were both ready, they made their way to the kitchen, hand in hand, where they were greeted by the sweet smell of coffee brewing. With a smile, Paul gently tugged on Linda's hand, drawing her closer to him.

"What do you want to make, love?" he asked, hoping it was something nice or nutritional and not just a lazy Monday cereal.

"Crepes," Linda replied, her voice low and sleepy. Searching for a recipe book that would possibly contain crepes, she quickly found it and picked it up, flipping through its pages. As Linda gathered the ingredients needed, Paul couldn't help but smile. He loved this life they had built together, and he was grateful for every minute of it.

Paul turned on the gas stove and watched as Linda poured the batter for the crepes into the hot pan. The smell of fresh crepes cooking filled the air, and Paul had to admit that it was one of his favorite morning scents.

As they flipped the crepes and added fresh fruits and whipped cream on top of them, Paul couldn't help but feel grateful for how far they had come together. It felt like just yesterday that they were living in a small flat in Liverpool, but now they had this beautiful home and a family of their own.

As they dug into the crepes, Paul turned to Linda and gave her a soft smile. "You know, I still can't believe we met at the Bag o' Nails club all those years ago," he said, taking a sip of coffee. "It feels like it was just yesterday, but at the same time, it feels like a lifetime ago."

Linda smiled back at him, her eyes full of love. "I know what you mean," she replied, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "But I'm glad that we found each other when we did. I can't imagine what my life would be like without you."

They finished their crepes in comfortable silence, knowing that they had each other and that they could face whatever challenges came their way. As they washed their dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, they joked and laughed, grateful for this peaceful morning together.

#linda mccartney #the beatles #paul mccartney #the beatles fanfiction

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dcbbw · 2 years

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Deja Vu (#Please be Prompt event)

This out-of-nowhere fic was born of a TikTok video of all things. It isn’t even a good video, but it sparked an idea (you know where that went), and here we are. This will also be my submission for the @choicesficwriterscreations #please be prompt event.

I will be using the following prompts: I’ve seen that smile before and Do you like what you see? They will appear in bold.

Rating: I have never given any of my stories a designation before, so going with M/Mature for content matter. The storyline is dark, odd, hopefully descriptive … but not graphic (at least I hope it isn’t).

Ta-Da! Yet another story no one asked for. (Quelle surprise!) It’s a hybrid of original content, sci-fi (maybe?), and my TRR franchise OTP … so whether you know me/my writing or not … please be open-minded and go easy on me. (The story makes so much sense in my head)

Huge THANK YOUs to @angelasscribbles for bouncing ideas with me, asking the hard questions, already plotting out part 2, and reading every effing word of this story multiple times. And to @ao719 who performed the beta! Love you ladies!

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Word Editor rates this story at as 99% error free.

THANK YOU to anyone who reads this. Your likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you know!

Content Warning: Descriptions of death/killing; some slightly inappropriate NSFWish scenes

Liam and Riley belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspo: Perfect Dress, Collar

Word Count: 3,007

The newly risen sun beams down warmly on my bare back as my arms and legs sluice through clear, blue water. I reach the end of the infinity pool, touch the wall, and began journeying my way to the other end. This is my fifth lap, and last for the day.

I step out of the pool naked, rivulets of chlorinated water falling from my hair before running in clear trails down my neck, and along my chiseled chest and abs. I eye what I can see of my body appreciatively: muscled, virile, my skin a burnished gold from summer sun.

This body … this life …. I haven’t lived this well in eons. And I have lived a lot of lives.

Two things never die: True love. Pure evil.

All that’s missing is her.

I wonder who she is in this reincarnation. I wonder where she is, and why I haven’t met her yet.

We meet every lifetime. Without fail. The Fates decree it, and I am curious what either of us has done to deserve this gift.

Or curse, depending on one’s perspective.

I finish toweling off just as the merest hint of her scent wafts beneath my nose. I look around, startled yet excited.

The thought of her eyes widening in recognition when she realizes who I am, the softness of her hair threaded through my fingers before my hand cups her neck.

I have never felt such bliss.

The feel of her strong fingers as they curl around my wrist, her nails digging into my flesh.

I miss her terribly.

Our breaths, harsh and ragged as we begin our age-old dance in the bid for dominance.

I always win.

I close my eyes and exhale an anticipatory sigh before opening them.

But no one is there.

I should have expected that. Her smell is far too faint, muted by distance and miles.

I stride into my bedroom through windowed terrace doors, pausing to toss my damp towel into a hamper. An urn of hot coffee sits on a side table, along with fruit and breakfast breads. I pour myself a cup before sprawling in a stiff, wooden armchair as I recollect our first encounter.

We are in Ancient Rome, in the Year of our Lord 62.

I am a Senator, part of the regime planning a coup against that whack job Nero; my countenance is comprised of obesity, wealth, and an extreme dissatisfaction with life in general. She is a slave girl at a privately-owned bathhouse: Young with a lithe body, and the most beautiful blonde hair.

Our meeting tonight is not the chance encounter she assumes it to be. I’ve been planning this night since I first saw her thronging amongst the Marketplace, selling fresh fruit for trinkets and coins. I am curious if she has a family to care for; surely working in an elite bath house such as this affords her a decent wage.

We are both nude, and she certainly does it better than I. Serpentine bands of gold encase her upper arms as well as her ankles.

The room is in near silence, the lapping of the water the only sound in the cavernous area. Carefully placed candles illuminate the space with flickering light.

Her scent wafts around me as she scoops handfuls of steaming water down my back. It isn’t unpleasant.

“How many have you bathed today?” I grunt as her fingertips massage into the tops of my beefy shoulders.

“Not many,” her breath whispers across the nape of my neck as her nipples brush against my skin.

“Aren’t you afraid? You know there’s a madman loose in the city, murdering slave girls.”

There is a slight hesitation before she speaks again. “That was at the public baths, sir. And the streets have been quiet the past fortnight or so.”

I say nothing as she moves around to my front. She bends to gather a cloth and a bar of soap; my beady eyes admire her graceful form and slender ass. Feeling my gaze upon her, she looks up at me with a smile I end up remembering forever: small, soft, yet illuminating with the merest hint of allure; a dimple appears in the cleft of her chin; and her eyes, the color of dark honey, glint.

The water is heavy, my body big; I struggle slightly to stand in the rather shallow pool. I covertly watch the girl for her reaction, but she doesn’t frown in disgust, nor do her eyes avert in pity or embarrassment. Rather, she extends her hand to help steady me.

I’m surprised at her kindness and matter-of-factness. I’ll repay it the only way I know how.

My member is aroused and erect from both her body and in anticipation at what will happen next; she notices and raises an eyebrow in question. My eyes bore into hers as I run sausage-like fingers through her slightly dampened hair; the pad of my thumb traces a path across her cheekbone and along her jawline before my hand cups her swan-like neck. Her eyes close in pleasure and she moans as my palm presses against the hollow of her throat.

“Look at me,” I mutter.

Her eyes meet mine; I watch as pleasure gives way to wariness, which gives way to fright as she sees the blackness in my eyes, the blankness of my expression. Her scent, a hybrid of honeysuckle, greenery, and soap, is now infused with fear.

I feel my cock jump at the smell.

I am the madman.

Despite the terror in her gaze, her body is filled with fight. The previously calm water churns as her legs thrash in her struggle to free herself. But my height and weight put her at a disadvantage. Her teeth are bared in a snarl as her nails rake scratches down the wet flesh of my arms; thin streams of blood redden my skin.

My hand now encircles her neck; I squeeze harder. Her cheeks redden and her breathing is labored gasps and gags.

This is better than I ever thought possible. She isn’t sniveling or groveling for her life. She doesn’t offer empty promises, she neither bargains nor pleads. No, she is fighting me for something that isn’t mine to take and hers to have.

Our macabre dance plays out in silhouette against marble walls.

It is the most satisfying kill I have ever executed, and I want to prolong the act as long as possible. But I promised to repay her earlier kindness. I won’t prolong her suffering.

Our eyes meet, and she manages one word: “Why?”

My answer is to snap her neck.

As life leaves her body, an orgasm releases from my cock; thick ropes of white disappear into the pool. And I fall a little in love with her.

Her spirit, her fire, her kind nature.

Her death.

There were no more murders of bath house girls after her.

I nibble on an apple as I sort through my wardrobe, choosing outfits to wear on my upcoming trip before methodically folding and placing them in a suitcase. The flight departs today; I’ll be leaving for the airport after breakfast. The destination escapes me for the moment, but it’s to be expected. In this life, I’m an extremely busy man. Over the course of my lifetimes, I’ve lived many places: New York City, Baltimore, London, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Paris, Berlin, Kalamazoo, Tokyo, Denver, Hong Kong, Chicago.

Chicago.

The city, the lifetime I realized that our encounters were not mere happenstance. I have made no deals with the deities to guarantee that I re-live the lust, the satisfaction, the love I get from killing her. Yet, we always meet, with the same results. It must be the Universe or other cosmic forces that pull us together.

We are soulmates. Of a different sort.

She is my destiny.

I am her damnation.

In 1940s Chicago, I am an insurance salesman. A bachelor who goes home to a cat and a TV dinner every work night. I attend church on Sundays, but gin makes me sin on Friday and Saturday nights.

The country is at war.

The city is on edge.

Someone is killing the women of Chicago. There’s neither rhyme nor reason to the murders: Housewives, bachelorettes, shop girls of all races and weights and heights. Their nude bodies have been found in trashcans, alleyways, back seats of cars.

The only connections between the victims are they are all young with dark-colored hair and wore red lipstick.

They were never shot; either strangled or stabbed.

The police have no clues, no leads.

This particular night finds me in the city’s South Side at a supper club that caters to Chicago’s black community. It features a local jazz band, show girls, and the best fried chicken in the Midwest. When I enter the establishment, my steps falter slightly; my nostrils are filled with the unmistakable scent of her. I look over the crowd: It’s filled with men and women with skin of various hues, mostly brown and black; there is raucous laughter and conversations peppered with slang I am unfamiliar with. I carefully study faces, looking for her smile; gender doesn’t matter. We’ve both returned as the opposite sex.

I enter the darkened lounge area and find a small table to the left of the stage. Her scent is stronger, and I feel my crotch bulge. A waiter takes my dinner order and brings me a drink; the undiluted gin is strong and burns my throat. The lights dim, and richly purple-colored velvet curtains lift just as my dinner is brought to me.

I glance up at the stage while I wait for the food to cool off some, and I see her. I swallow heavily as my heart rate accelerates.

She is a showgirl with skin the color of ebony. Everything on her is voluptuous: lips, hips, breasts. Her hair is hidden beneath an elaborately feathered headdress, and her shapely calves are encased in fishnet stockings. Her near-naked body sparkles with strands of pearls and rhinestones that dust the top of a pair of sequined shorts. Her nipples are covered with pasties.

Her chin dimples as she smiles brightly into the crowd.

I’ve seen that smile before, across several lifetimes. I would recognize it anywhere, on anyone. My cock throbs painfully.

I want to take her right now.

I push my plate aside, suddenly no longer hungry.

I watch the show … watch her … marveling at how easily and flawlessly she moves in sync with the other dancers, her skin gleaming beneath the bright overhead lights. She passes my table as she shimmies across the stage; she’s so close, I see the beads of perspiration dotting her nose, and where her red lipstick has seeped into the creases of her lips.

Her eyes travel quickly over the tabletop before meeting mine; hers show no recognition upon seeing me, but she winks cheekily. I smirk as I deeply inhale her perfume that does little to hide the aromas of honeysuckle and soap.

I wonder why she never recognizes me until it’s too late to save herself.

Probably a small mercy afforded her by the gods.

At intermission, I stand and stretch my legs; the showgirl is at the bar, talking and laughing with a small group of her fellow dancers. She’s removed her headdress; a dark braid falls against the nape of her neck. I make my way to her, giving her a polite smile in response to her inquiring look.

Her brow knits briefly as I stand before her; she points her index finger at me, wagging it as she speaks.

“You didn’t eat your food! That’s wasteful and Minnie the Cook’s gonna be mad about that,” she says in a tone that is slightly accusatory.

“Please, give Minnie my apologies. But it’s your fault … you took both my breath and appetite away.”

My eyes roam her body appreciatively before I ask if I can buy her a drink.

“Do you like what you see?” Her eyelashes flutter coquettishly.

My thumb runs along her jawline as I lean in closer to her.

“Do you?” I breathe into her ear before drawing back to stare into her eyes.

And then I smell the fear permeating her fragrance and pheromones; her eyes widen in terror and recognition.

“We meet again, my darling,” I whisper as I take her hand and kiss her palm.

Two days later, early on Monday morning, her body is found in a dumpster behind the supper club. Her throat had been slit.

I call in sick to work that morning. My eye is blackened, my lower lip is split and swollen. Scratches from her nails mar my cheeks and neck. I wouldn’t be able to satisfactorily explain the injuries.

It was worth it.

No more women were killed after her.

I stare out the plane window, barely able to contain my excitement as we draw closer to New York City. I sit up straighter when the city’s skyline appears piecemeal beneath thick, gray clouds.

I need to see her again.

I think I am in love with her. She is the only one who can satisfy my needs, my cravings.

Every lifetime.

We have met time and again throughout eternities: While most of our encounters have been transient, we’ve also been siblings, parent and child, husband and wife. And each time, she shows me a care and kindness … a friendliness I have never experienced anywhere else, with anyone else.

But it has never been enough. It will never be enough.

In this life, I haven’t killed anyone. Yet.

But I’ve wanted to.

I don’t want to kill her this time.

But I will.

It’s the entire purpose of our love story, the only reason she’s the one for me.

My friends and I stride through the terminal, our luggage being pushed on a cart by an airport worker. The weather is cool and cloudy; the streets and pavement filled with rain puddles.

After we’re checked in and settled into our hotel rooms, we decide to go out and explore. I hire a car, and we do an abbreviated tour of the usual touristy sights. As we cross over the Brooklyn Bridge, my attention is drawn to the Statue of Liberty, a lone sentinel in the expanse of water.

I’m fascinated by the iconic monument. In all my lifetimes, I’ve never seen it.

We are now in Brooklyn, and my comrades are complaining of hunger. Tariq and Maxwell want steaks and fine wine; a sullen-faced Drake wants a burger. They begin to bicker rather loudly amongst themselves.

I don’t care what we eat. Her scent is stronger now, and I am discreetly adjusting myself.

She’s within reach.

The car cruises through a neighborhood rife with pubs and bars; a storefront advertising a variety of burgers and wines catches my eye, and I instruct the driver to let us out. Tariq is still whining about steak, but I ignore him as we exit the vehicle. I lead the way to the eatery when a passing woman piques my attention.

I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s the thought of her consuming me. The smell of her scent arousing me. Or perhaps the reason lies in the fact that in this life, this body … there is no anonymity. Not for me, nor my potential victims.

The passerby is short, Korean, and her eyes are fixed on the ground. Her hair hangs long and dark against the back of a pale pink shirt. She wears a khaki-colored utility skirt and sensible shoes. This isn’t the woman I seek … the stranger smells only of fried grease and Avon … but she’ll do.

For now.

I abruptly turn around so I am facing my friends, telling them I forgot something in the car. No further explanation is necessary since they are walking past me and into the bar. Once the door closes behind them, I sprint after the woman; once I catch up to her, I tell her I’m a tourist and lost.

She ignores me.

I notice she wears a name tag; she works at China Café and her name is Nan. I assume she’s a waitress. I swiftly change tactics, offering her money to relieve my raging hard-on in the nearby alleyway.

One hundred dollars.

She appraises me suspiciously; apparently, I’m too handsome and well-dressed to pick up strange women on the street. Her eyes stop at my crotch, where my tell-tale protrusion gives veracity to my story.

She leads the way to the filthy alley.

Five minutes later, she’s propped up against the outside wall of the bar where I will be joining my friends, her neck broken. My underwear is filled with sticky semen, and I am breathing deeply from exertion, release, and relief.

It’s been far too long.

I hurry into the restaurant; I need to at least wash off, but upon entering the establishment I am almost knocked over by the overwhelming mingled aromas of honeysuckle, greenery, and soap.

Her.

My eyes search frantically around the room. I see a waitress at a booth, speaking with Drake.

She’s average height with blonde-highlighted dark hair. She’s biracial: Asian, possibly Thai, and African-American. Her lower lip is tucked between her teeth as she scribbles furiously on a pad.

I watch for a moment, taking her in. No one else sees the scars from the deaths I’ve inflicted upon her.

Only I can see her soul.

I straighten myself to full height and stride authoritatively towards her. I reach the booth just as she’s turning to head to the kitchen. We bump into each other.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she gasps.

I chuckle disarmingly. “It is I who should be apologizing.” I extend my hand. “I’m sorry, Miss …?”

She smiles that smile that haunts me when she isn’t near me. “I’m Riley,” she says.

“Well hello, Riley.” I bend to kiss the back of her hand. “I’m Liam.”

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