#<-but even that jawline can't distract from how NOT cool that was

[peppermintquartz]

Chimney is striding towards a tall, dark-haired man who is currently checking the cockpit of a helicopter. Time is of the essence, but they will still need to wait for Hen.

Tall guy has a nice ass, Buck thinks vaguely, a little distracted by all the activity that's going on around them. He wonders if the choppers get to go out every day. He would, if he were a pilot.

When the guy turns around, it is to reveal a handsome face: chiseled jaw, aristocratic nose, straightforward gaze, generous lips and - oh - a cleft chin. That face breaks into a broad smile, the lines crinkling at the eyes and around the mouth adding to the overall attractiveness of the features.

"Howie, hey!" Tall Handsome Guy hugs Chimney tightly, enveloping the shorter man in a sincere embrace. "Long time."

Wow. Buck blinks at the show of affection. When he gets closer, he sees that Tall Handsome Guy is actually about the same height as he is, but with a more angular face - that jawline is to die for - and he is broader in the shoulders. Even more handsome up close, too, which is totally unfair.

"This is Tommy, Tommy Kinard. He used to be at the 118," Chimney introduces. "Used to have a fat head, but he grew out of that."

"Thanks to you," says Tommy. He holds out a hand to Eddie and Buck.

Eddie shakes Tommy's hand first. "Eddie Diaz."

"Pleasure. And you are...?" Tommy turns to Buck.

Buck takes the proffered hand. Good God his hand is so big and strong. "Uh, Evan. E-Evan Buckley, hi."

"Hi Evan," says Tommy, smiling at Buck, the smile as warm as his hand. The name Evan sounds cozy and welcoming coming from Tommy, and for a second when Buck meets Tommy's eyes, he almost forgets to breathe. No man should be this good-looking, Buck thinks. Tommy clears his throat and his smile turns a little cheeky. "I'm gonna need that hand to fly the chopper, kid."

"Oh! Oh, right, sorry. I was just, um, thinking. About Cap and Thena."

"Yeah, we're gonna need Hen to show soon with some coordinates," Chimney says, looking antsy. "Can't go flying all over the Gulf of Mexico."

Tommy shrugs. "We'll do what we can. Wait, I see a car pulling in. Might be her. Get in the backseat, strap yourselves in. Once I get Hen clear of Melton, we'll dash. Hopefully she has a good cover story..." His cheeks puff out and he lets out an exaggerated exhale. Then he grins at the three. "If we're all arrested, can I blame it on you, Howie?"

"Yeah I really twisted your arm with the 'Please help us save Cap and Athena'." Chimney climbs in after Eddie.

"You know it's because of your irresistibly pretty face," says Tommy dryly, helping Buck get in, a hand on his elbow. "Alright, put those helmets on. Careful, Evan."

Buck manages to catch Tommy's faint frown just before the pilot takes his seat and starts up the engine, go over his checks or whatever pilots do. Tommy's concerned, which isn't a surprise. They're asking a huge favor.

But it's so cool that he is throwing in his lot with them, just like that. Buck doesn't think there are many people who would do this. Tommy Kinard really is pretty cool.

"Alright. She's ready to go when we are," says Tommy. He opens his door and slides out. To the trio, he says, "Don't touch anything. I'm gonna hang out near Melton and run intercept."

"We'll behave," Eddie says, holding up his hand like a Scout.

Tommy only rolls his eyes and chuckles before jogging away to the main hangar. Buck can't help noticing how the flight suit pulls over the man's shoulders and ass as he moves.

Wonder what his workouts are like, Buck muses. Maybe more squats and lifts.

Now, all they have to do is wait for Hen to show.

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edited on AO3

Tommy's POV

[readychilledwine]

Lose You to Love Me

Summary - You had wanted him for years, loved him for centuries, and waited for him to notice you and see you. But all books have to close, even if we don't like the ending.

Warnings - NSFW, oral, pentration, unrequited love/blind lovers, sex as a tool, the infamous solstice night, implied big brother knows/forbidden romance situation,

A/N - our last @azrielappreciationweek post. Some angst, smut, and feels for us to end the week. I will back from vacation tomorrow and cannot wait to see how this piece went over. 💙 ps. My hormones are all over the place, so I may have cried rereading this because it is such a familiar feeling that we all know. Hopefully, I caught all my errors.

You threw the last book into your bag, sighing heavily as it entered the pocket world and disappeared to your new waiting chambers in Winter. 

You had tried to tell Rhysand you were leaving. Tried to talk to him about the position Kal had offered you, when you'd be going, how this was a set in stone for good move. Did your sweet distracted older brother listen, though? No.

He had not bothered listening since Feyre came. Cassian had not bothered since Nesta was made. And Azriel? Well, that was a complicated story of its own. One you tended not to linger long on, even in your own mind.

Simply put, you were no longer needed here. Meanwhile, Kal, his court needed you. It was still recovering from Amarantha's attacks, and your ability to speak to the land and find where darkness was plaguing it would be a boon to him and his efforts. You had agreed with little hesitation, mind completely open to the new beginning he was offering. 

Your only guilt was choosing to run in the middle of the night on Solstice. 

You left your room to leave a note on the table for Rhys, pausing as you almost ran into Azriel. "Sorry-"

He interrupted your thoughts immediately,  cool shadows looking you over. "What's wrong?" Hazel eyes studied you, reopening the doorway to your room and forcing you back inside. "Y/n, what's wrong?" 

You shook your head, moving to embrace him one last time before you left. 

Azriel was still in your arms, one hand on the small of your back as even his breath came to a pause. "Y/n, where are your things? Why is your room empty?" 

"I'm leaving," your voice was muffled into the soft material of his shirt. "I've been telling you for months, Az."

Azriel pulled you back looking down at you in shock. "We thought you were kidding. You can't leave. Theres-" his jaw had a feather twitch as it clenched. "What can I do to make you stay?"

You shook your head again, watching as his face fell and tears lined both of your eyes. 

Something in Azriel changed in that moment, and the next thing you knew, his lips had slammed on yours, a hand tangled into your hair while the other snaked around your waist. He backed you to the bed, lips moving against yours as if he had been hoarding a lifetime of passion. He lowered you gently, immediately studying you and waiting for permission to continue. 

With a shaking breath, you nodded. A soft "please," falling from your lips. He began his assault again, gently this time though, lips moving at a slow pace as he crawled on top of you. You began unbuttoning his shirt, hands sprawling his bare chest once it was exposed, before moving to the back to undo the closures around his wings and take the material off completely. 

His lips moved to your jawline nipping softly at the flesh there and then to your neck. He growled at the soft gasp that left your mouth as he found the spot between your neck and shoulder that made your body tingle and skin ignite in goosebumps.

He took you removing his shirt as permission to remove yours. Then the soft lace bra he paused to admire. "Is this okay," he whispered in your neck. "You would tell me to stop, right?" 

"Yes," it was a breathless answer again, fueling him to grab more of that from you. 

You had wanted this, wanted him, since you were old enough to understand what these feelings were. This was bittersweet. You knew it was him giving one last ditch effort to keep you here. You knew it wasn't more than him caving to what he knew you had always wanted. 

At least in your mind, that's what you believed. For Azriel, this was the crescendo to a long slow dance the two of you had played for centuries now. You were beautiful, kind, loving, and he only had one chance at this, one moment to hold you, he'd take it regardless of those consequences. Regardless of the fist fight he'd have to survive tomorrow, he'd worship you this one night if this was his last chance to do it.

A soft moan left you and your back arched as he began to suck, lick, and gently roll your nipple between his teeth. His hand played with the other breast as he took his time ensuring that your sensitive peak was hardened before switching his mouth to the otherside pulling those same panting moans from you as your own hand tangled back into his silken hair. 

Scarred hands hooked into the waistband of your soft leggings as Azriel released your breast with a soft pop. He looked up at you again, waiting for permission before sliding them down, groaning softly as the soaked lace panties you were wearing. 

"I'd like to believe you wore these just for me," he muttered. 

You whispered back, "How do you know I wasn't?" And something ignited in his eyes. Ripping them off of you while maintaining eye contact and growling in response. He wasted no time, settling between your legs and kissing from inner knee to thigh as he placed your legs over his shoulders. 

That first lick had your head thrown back into the pillows, back arching, and lips parting in shock. Azriel looked up at you through hooded eyes, hazel lost in lust as he savored you, licking through your folds again before nudging that swelling bundle of nerves. Shadows came to your wrists, pulling them above your head and locking your arms there. It left you completely to his mercy. And that was exactly how he needed you. 

He began to alternate between pushing his tongue as deep into you as he could, licking and drinking the nectar flowing from your core to moaning and humming, his lips sucking your clit. 

You were panting, writhing in place, and moaning for him, begging him for more, for everything. "Azriel, please," you cried as his tongue found your entrance again. He took mercy on you then, latching his lips around your clit rolling it below his tongue gently all while a finger began to run through your soaking heat and then pushed in. 

The Silent scream that left your mouth had him doubling his efforts, wanting to hear the real thing fall from your lips as he began searching. A whiny loud moan left your lips when he found his target, that soft silk spot inside of you. He began pulling that single finger in and out, curling it with each thrust as he continued licking at you clit and moaning as your hips began to roll and grind. That second finger had you panting, his name falling again and again as your eyes fluttered shut and back fully arched. You were close, so fucking close and he could tell. "Cum for me. Look at me and cum for me, y/n. Let me see you fall apart." You obeyed without question as he moved to be above you, watching your face as his fingers pulled you apart string by string. His thumb came to your clit, gently circling the nerves, and when you came, you swore you saw the night sky in her entirety. You screamed his name before falling into whine like moans as he kissed you to silence the noises you were making. 

They were for him and him alone tonight. 

He removed his fingers from you, bringing them to your lips and watched under clouded eyes as you licked and sucked them clean. 

It was desperation that had your hands flying to the ties of his pants, eyes locked on his as you got them loose and pulled them down, releasing his heavy hard cock. You began stroking him, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you finally felt the weight of him, the softness of him in your hands. Azriel groaned, leaning to grab the headboard above you, lost in the feeling of your smooth hand working him, enjoying the way lust had set in so heavily you dropped all inhibitions for him. His hips began to move in time with your hand. Moaning as he felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. He grabbed your wrist, squeezing it gently to stop you. "Next time," he stated firmly. And guilt set in as you watched him undress fully, there would not be a next time. Your heart could hardly handle this.

You couldn't handle being his flavor of the week, distracting him from his clear wants to be with another. You would take one night, close this chapter, and let go of him, freeing yourself of these unrequited feelings burning inside of you.

He wrapped your legs around his waist lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed in gently, watching your face the entire time as your eyes squeezed shut, breath leaving your lungs. 

You had never felt so full and complete in your life, and you knew deep down you would never feel this again. 

How could you? You were allowing himself to ruin you for any other male, knowing damn well about that string in your chest that never snapped for him. 

Azriel rolled his hips, eyes squeezing shut as your heat swallowed him whole, consuming every inch of him and his soul. You were incomparable and irreplaceable, and his mission set in now. 

Showing you exactly what you meant to him the only way he truly knew how. Gentle kisses came with gentle thrusts, praises whispered in your ear of how much he cared for you, how beautiful you were. Your legs wrapped his waist tighter, hands scratching down his back as those hard deep thrusts hit and filled every inch of you, setting your nerves and body on fire. "Gods I love you," he whispered once he lost himself in bliss. "I love you so fucking much."

And you whispered it back, knowing it was your one chance to tell him. Knowing this was goodbye and tomorrow he'd go back to pursuing Elain. You whispered it over and over, his forehead finding yours as those thrusts picked up pace, hitting that perfect spot every time. "I've always loved you," he whispered. "It's always been you." 

Meaningless words. Words meant to comfort you as if he knew what he was doing. As if he knew the years of tearing yourself apart you had gone through. "I'm right there, baby," he moved to kiss you again, a shadow coming between you to lick at your clit. "Need you to come with me. Need to feel you. Please, y/n," he moaned into your neck. "Please, give me one more baby." 

"Harder," you commanded gently. Needing him to hurt you. "If you want me to come, fuck me harder." 

Legs went from his waist to over his shoulders, allowing him deeper into you, and he began a brutal pace, smirking as you began to shake around him immediately. He had you seeing stars already, that coill tightening over and over like a string waiting to bust. Fingers gently went to a splayed wing, touching the ridge and making Azriel roar as he spilled into you without warning, and triggering your own completion. 

He held you in place, a few sloppy ruts into your seed filled cunt before he pulled out and laid next to you. He pulled your bare body to his, your back meeting his chest. 

Neither of you spoke, words having already been said that you both meant to take to your grave. 

You waited until he fell asleep, kissing him one last time and dressing yourself. You stepped onto the balcony, summoning your wings and wiping the tears that were falling. 

You took off, closing the book of your time in the Night Court as you did along with ending the tragic love story between you and Azriel. 

The next morning, Azriel woke up to an agonizing cry and scream. One he knew belonged to Rhysand. You were gone, your side of the bed empty. He immediately sent shadows to search for you before shielding the scent of sex that lingered on his skin and grabbing his clothing to shift himself to his room.

He had barely pulled pants on before Rhys was at his door, tears streaming as he handed Azriel a note. "Find her. Please find her. Please bring her home. I." Rhys didn't need to explain as Azriel pulled him to his chest. "I can't lose her. Please find her."

And as Azriel held Rhys, he swore on that golden glittering bond he would not stop until he did find you. And he would not stop until you realized those words he whispered to you last night weren't just words. They were his truth.

[toruro]

— ✧ like crazy

it's gon' be a good night ... forever you and i (like crazy / jimin)

pairing: wen junhui x reader

description: you're at his mercy in the palm of his hand, but jun is just as wrapped around your little finger.

tags: smut (18+), soft dom! jun, choking, spit kink, finger sucking, jun calls u 'pretty' a lot, possibly the best smut i have written yet

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: i wrote this high and listening to like crazy on repeat. i apologize for the person i may have turned into.

"atta girl." cool fingers drift from your collar bone up your neck, tracing the curve of your jawline before tapping at your cheek. your lips part unconsciously, sucking in his digits as he presses the smooth pads of his fingers onto your tongue.

jun's cock is buried to the hilt inside your cunt, hips flush against yours as your legs cage him in. tears prick at the corners of your ryes, the feeling of both pain and pleasure blazing a fire across your skin. even after stretching you out with one, two, then three fingers, you're never quite prepared for the way he fills you up so nicely.

his fingers in your mouth are a kind distraction—a moment of peace before the storm you know is sure to come. two digits plunged into your mouth, swiveling in gently in and out, much like his cock would if he chose to stuff your lips with that instead. another time, jun thinks, groaning when you swipe your tongue over one of his fingers.

"easy," he hisses, slipping the filthy, slick fingers out of your puffy lips' hold. you look so pretty beneath him, hair dischelved, lips slightly agape, eyes glossy with lust clouded behind your tears—jun thanks his lucky fucking stars that he's the only one who'll ever get to see you like this. your soft pants draw him close, and he grows dizzy from the way your breaths are in sync with his—the intoxicating rhythm has his cock shifting inside of you when he moves to lace his dirtied hand with yours.

the little muffled noise you make when he drags achingly slow out of you has his length throbbing, and you swear you can feel every little curve and vein on the underside of his cock as they rub against you. "you're addicting," he moans when your fingers latch onto his, holding him so close he feels as if he's one with you. jun can't get enough of you, but with the way your pussy just sucks him in when he juts his hips forward is enough to tell him that you're equally as insatiable.

"jun," you gasp, using your free hand to hook your arm under one thigh and yank your leg up so he can angle himself further into you. "fuck—" the word comes out choked when his next thrust comes down on you brutally.

jun damn near winces when your walls clamp down on him, tight pussy hugging him so nicely—do you know how much you're driving him fucking crazy? "pretty mouth like that," he grunts as his hips toss out sharp thrusts that are increasing in force, but keeping their slow and steady pace, "shouldn't be saying such filthy words."

your hand under your leg grows trembles at his words, and you feel your body already starting to go limp. looking up at him with sparkly eyes that glint under the deep red lights that encase the room, soft apologies slip from your lips. "sorry, junnie," your voice is soft and your body seems to grow more and more pliant, skin pressing against his.

when he lets go of your hand and thrusts shallowly while adjusting his position above you, you're about to spew out desperate words of protest, but the words shrivel on your tongue when that same hand wraps around your throat. your eyes flicker up at him and suddenly the red light becomes even deeper, accentuating jun's features.

he looks so beautiful under the light, dark shadows hugging his jawline and chiseled cheekbones. the brightness of his blonde hair and pearly whites reflect under the warm glow, your heart racing with love and excitement. jun's grip on your neck is firm—it's possessive, it's demanding, it's hot.

you'll do anything for him, and he'll do anything for you.

with one thumb stroking your jaw, jun returns to deep thrusts, this new angle having his tip kiss your cervix. "this pussy made for me, huh?" he groans, glancing down at the wetness that runs all over his length, dripping between your folds and down his balls. the slick causes a filthy sound to bounce off the bedroom walls but hardly audible with the way you're both moaning, panting, heaving for breath.

and it's so addicting, the way your sweet scent is mingling with jun's husky aroma. there's a bit of sweat glistening on his forehead, but all it makes him do is make him look like he's sparkling. you open your mouth to try and say something—say anything—but his eyes are darkening above you and everything is overwhelming your senses.

"my pretty baby can't speak?" jun murmurs, looking down at you with an amused glint when he tightens his grip on your neck. you can still breathe, but the pressure has your eyes lolling back and head nodding dumbly with what comes out of his mouth next. "need something to keep that pretty mouth busy?"

you expect his fingers again, if you're being honest. maybe it's the lack of blood flow to your head, maybe it's the way his cock is hitting all the right spots inside of you, maybe it's how you feel like you're high on his scent alone—you aren't thinking straight.

so when you open your mouth and feel a warm glob of spit drop down from jun's lips land on your tongue, you're surprised you don't cum on the spot. writhing against his hold, you whine when you realize that he's got you trapped. you're trapped, caged in, secure in his hold, but the way he's looking down at you so adoringly reminds you that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

if there's a heaven, there isn't a doubt in your mind that it's here. here in this moment between you and jun, so close, so in love, so high on the feeling of being connected. time stops around you two when he brings up a finger to brush some stray spit and drool off your chin, your skin soft and supple under his touch. "god, i fucking love you."

his crushing hold on your throat is too much for you to formulate a response, but jun doesn't care. he doesn't need to hear your response because he knows what you have to say. he knows you love him, and he knows that it's either you together or nothing.

and fuck, you're so beautiful to him under the dim lighting, the curve of your tits bouncing up and down as his thrusts begin to become more sloppy, more erratic as the high you're both chasing edges closer and closer. your hands by your side grip tightly at the sheets and jun is reminded that he's still got your neck under him.

"hold both your legs up for me, pretty," he order, finally letting go of your neck. your vision goes black and white for a sparing moment, senses being knocked back into place before being plunged back into shambles when jun slams into you harder than ever before. the bed slams against the wall, mattress creaking when you quickly scramble to hold both of your legs back, knees pushing up achingly close to your chest.

"junnie—fuck!" you cry out, and the nickname you use has a growl rumbling deep in his throat as he pounds his cock right back into your sopping mess. his fat tip bullies that one sensitive, tender patch in your cunt and you can finally thrash your limbs around freely, yanking jun's face down to press your lips onto his.

you two kiss sloppily, teeth clashing, tongues slipping in and out of lips in a heated mess, wetness coating your chins and cheeks as his hair falls against the side of your face. the sensation is so light it sends shivers down your spine and your legs begin to shake.

"i love it," you moan against jun's warm lips, your head void of any thoughts that aren't him and his cock.

"love what?" jun punctuates the word with sharp snap that you're sure nearly splits you in two.

"you!" you wail, the feeling of it all crashing down on you. you orgasm has been bubbling up for a while now, but with the sheer force and love that jun is pounding into you, you can't take it any longer. "love you," your words come out broken and your eyes shut tight as you experience this moment in high definition, orgasm wracking through your body.

jun's soft whispers of, "cum f'me, pretty," as he hovers above your face drive you off the edge at such a speed that it has your vision blacking out, and then there's the familiar twitch of his cock inside of you and your fluttering pussy gapes around him as thick spurts of cum fill you to the hilt, the milky white liquid leaking out of your hole and adding to the dirty mess that pools over the sheets.

his head falls against your shoulder as you both heave for air, and jun can feel himself growing hard again when he glances down at way you've creamed his cock, his fingers digging into your hips as he slips his half-hard cock out of your drooling cunt. the tip brushes against your tender clit, and your body jerks at the contact, teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the squeak that threatens to rip through.

pressing a soft kiss into your shoulder blade, he lifts his head to gaze down at you hazily. the room is dark, but you've since adjusted to the red, dim lights. he's gorgeous, you think, bringing up one hand to cradle the side of his face. he grins at the gesture, his heart swelling ten times its size in his chest.

"baby," jun whispers, voice low and hoarse. "you're going to drive me crazy."

[celestialprincesse]

Hi Angie!

I was wondering - if you have the time and will - would you write some more poly stuff?

Could be whatever you want.

Thank you!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

One Xtra large helping of poly fluff coming right up 🤭🎀

Weekends are your favourite. When all the boys are home and you've got the time to just be. It's the little things, like how you go padding downstairs barefoot long after the sun has risen, stomach rumbling impatiently at the smell of freshly fried bacon and hot coffee, the kind from the expensive machine Kyle had bought you this Christmas just gone.

You can't help but grin when you feel Johnny's hands looping loosely around your waist, your head rolling back onto his shoulder with a contented sigh as he noses your jawline affectionately, murmuring about how lovely you look in the morning, how pleased he is to have a weekend with no plans. You, however? Oh, you've got plans. Having your four, massive military boyfriends home can only mean one thing.

Furniture shopping.

More specifically? Antique furniture shopping. Trawling the local thrift stores for anything that piques your interest, and might find its perfect place in your home. Seeing as the boys are back with the truck, and the the weather is just on the cooler side of summer, today is the perfect opportunity. Simon, John, Kyle and Johnny are also perfectly happy to indulge you in all of your roosting ways, just as house proud as the day they'd all met you.

Fortunately, it takes all of fifteen minutes to find the boys and be on your way, the perks of military men, you suppose. Punctuality is engrained into their very person. It's unnerving sometimes.

They're happy if you're happy, even if Kyle does have to hold in his sneezes until Johnny can subtly slip him an antihistamine, all whilst you're fawning over old paintings with an unenthused Simon (he's trying) and a pensive John, who thinks he's getting old and needs to learn how to enjoy a melange of meaningless paint splotches on a canvas. You just like the colours.

Admittedly, you've also been watching all sorts of antiques programmes on the TV during their last deployment, hyper fixating on the promise of buying some cool, vintage piece for the house only to find out that it just so happens to be a lost furniture piece from Versailles, or maybe a Picasso drawing gone missing from a collection. The dopamine is also nice. Almost as nice as spending time bobbing around with the boys, laughing at the way John reaches for his wallet the moment you so much as look at something for too ling, or how Kyle keeps staring at your ass, getting distracted and almost knocking stuff over.

It's not so much the shopping, you realise, upon going home empty handed, it's the getting out with your favourite people, and getting to spend the with not a worry in the world (except for Kyle's obvious dust allergy)

Short! But! I'm back on my grind! Now that visitors are gone (hallelujah)

I've been literally scrolling endlessly through Josh & Matt's tiktok as some weird form of self soothing and it's made me miss thrifting so pls enjoy this until I can get my little secondhand purchase fix 🎀

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

"Soldier, it's cold outside"

[Warnings - It's winter and cold, you and Karlach share a tent after your's tears, GIP Karlach, Fem reader, Smut, gentle sex, soft dom mommy top Karlach, oral, fingering, PNV sex, creampie]

"Come on soldier, it's cold outside and you can't be fighting with it like that and expect it to magically work." Karlach spoke out pragmatically, her arms crossed as she stood there, "Come on, you can stay in my tent tonight, I'll keep you warm." she spoke in a slight sensual tone, a small smirk on her face that made you blush red with a soft sigh, giving up with your tent to follow her.

"Make yourself comfortable, Soldier," she spoke out as she walked in after you, dropping her tent flap to tie it down, keeping out the cold and to have some privacy, her hand laying on your back as she eased you forward. You blushed at the feeling of her hand on your back as you stepped forward, not really knowing what to do with yourself, "Soldier, relax..." Karlach husked out into your ear, noticing how tense you were, her hand once again rubbing on your back.

Not long ago had you got Karlachs engine cooled down, ever since then she had been so touchy, more so with you. "Did she like you?" you questioned in your head. Your thoughts were interrupted again by her as she stepped around you to meet your eyes, her expression gentle as she lifted your chin to look up at her. "Hey, where'd you go?"

"Sorry, just- distracted." you spoke out hesitantly, shaking your head before Karlach gripped your chin more firmly, smirking down at you, "Am I distracting, Soldier?" You blushed profusely at the smirk she held on her face, the way she pressed closer, you could practically feel the heat building off her, she was so warm...

"Just- I-I like you, Karlach..." you spoke out timidly, even though she was giving you clear signals she wanted you, you were still terrified of rejection. Karlach just smiled at your words and the way you wouldn't look at her, her voice so gentle, "Hey, Y/N, look at me." You looked up slightly shocked when she said your real name and not the nickname she always gave you. She met your eyes with a kind look, "I like you too, so much..."

You just stood there inches away from her before Karlach just blushed and pulled you in for a tender kiss, her lips dominating yours quickly as you whimpered uncontrollably, causing Karlach to moan sweetly against your lips, her hands wandering to your ass to pull you into her, her bulge pressing right against where you were most sensitive, making you whine out her name, "Karlach..." The whiney tone in your voice drove her crazy, making her growl against your lips before sighing out, "Oh... Y/N, your gonna drive me crazy."

"Tell me this is okay," she husked out quietly, her hips moving a little against yours as she moaned softly, holding you close as she rasped out, "Please, Y/N, I never wanna do anything you're uncomfortable with." You just sighed out shakily against her lips, giving her a gentle nuzzle as you nodded, "Yes... please, it's okay, I want you, Karlach..." She smiled wickedly at your words, picking you up immediately in her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist out of instinct, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling of her hard bulge rubbing against you sent shivers down her spine.

"Just call me, Mommy, baby." Karlach husked out as she carried you over to a pile of pelts and blankets she called her bed, laying you down on it as her hands went to undress you she stopped, "Are you sure this is okay, baby, you want this for sure?" She asked again to be sure, "Because if you're sure I'll make sure to take such," A kiss to your lips, "Good," Another kiss to your jawline, "Care of you." she finished with a last kiss to your nose that made you giggle with a blush as you nodded, looking up at her, "I'm sure, Mommy."

Karlach let out a pleased moan at the title, her hand slipping down to tug off your pants and panties all in one go, pulling off your clothes without hesitation now until you both were bare and vulnerable. Karlach was painfully hard, Gods... she got so worked up so quickly now without sex for so long since the Hells and now here you were laying under her, she could barely contain herself, but she did. She wanted to focus on you first, she wanted to hear your pretty noises.

"Gods baby... your so beautiful." Karlach husked out as she kissed down your chest to your tummy, making you squirm and arch up with a whine, it made her chuckle and nod, "Yes baby, I'm getting there." she spoke out as she kissed lower and lower until she got to your core. You were already embarrassingly wet, your folds glistening with wetness that made Karlach groan and lick her lips before diving in with a long lick through your folds, a pleasured groan leaving her lips as her eyes fluttered shut out of pleasure, "Fuckin taste so good too, sweet girl."

You could only moan and try not to squirm too much at the hot pleasure of her tongue rubbing against your clit, that's where Karlach paid attention to the most, lapping her tongue against your sensitive puffy clit until your hips were bucking and you were whining did she add her fingers next, husking out against your clit as she gently prodded a finger at your entrance and pushing it inside you slowly, "Fuckkk baby, Gods your so tight... are you getting close, sweet girl? You gonna cum for Mommy?"

The feeling of Karlachs tongue working rapidly on your clit along with the feeling of her fingers pumping into you at a more rapid pace made you arch off the blankets, loud moans leaving your lips with every curl of her thick fingers inside you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. With a flicker of Karlachs tongue against your clit, she pumped her fingers in deep, curling them repeatedly with deep low moans against your clit as she felt your slick start to drip down her fingers and down her palm did you cum... hard.

You arched off the pelts, tensing as your head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut with a loud moan, she smirked at the feeling of you tightening around her fingers, her eyes locked on your expression as she worked you into your orgasm with a soothing tone, "Thats it, baby, cum all over my fingers, let me taste you, then I'm gonna really fuck you." she purred out while watching and feeling you spasm, her free hand pressing down on your stomach to pin you down.

"Mommy-" you whimpered out as she slowly pulled her fingers out to taste them. Watching her as she moaned at your taste made you tremble, your eyes drifting down to her cock, red, achingly hard, throbbing and twitching so much it had to of been uncomfortable, but she didn't care, she was just enjoying the moment with you, focusing on your pleasure. When her eyes locked back down on yours again you knew she was ready, they had a fire in them, a need, a ravenous look to them as she sat up straighter between your thighs, spreading your legs open with her hands as she positioned herself between your thighs comfortably, looking down at you, "Are you ready for Mommy, baby?"

You couldn't have nodded quicker and that was all she needed before she rubbed her throbbing tip against your soaked folds, a soft moan leaving her lips as she pushed in slowly, it was easy with how wet you were. You moaned out in pleasure at the slow stretch of her thick cock spreading you open, filling you slowly, you felt every inch, groove, throbbing vein on her cock as she slowly pushed into you. Karlach looked stunning over you as she braced one hand by your head to steady herself while the other cupped your chin for a soft tender kiss as she started to thrust into your tight cunt.

"Gods, baby... you feel so amazing, Agh... I never wanna leave this pretty pussy, baby-" she groaned out, her hair hanging down and framing her face as she locked eyes with you, she adored every expression you made, every sound you made her cock throb and her heart flutter, she swore she loved you at this moment and she hoped you felt the same, leaning down to kiss you again deeply, her thrust getting sloppier and more passionate as your moans got louder, she moaned against your lips when she felt you starting to get tighter around her cock.

"Im close too, babygirl, don't worry, gonna cum..." She panted out, she was about to pull out but you stopped her with a whimper, a hand on her beefy bicep, your voice desperate and breathless as you spoke, "No... mommy, cum in me." Your request made her heart sore and her eyes widen before she just smirked and kissed you roughly, grunting against your lips as she started a rougher pace, husking out, "Be careful what you wish for babygirl."

You cried out loudly when she started to slam her hips into yours with a feverish intent, her eyes locked on you as she groaned and moaned, feeling her cock throbbing in your tight wet cunt before she was arching and gripping your hips, her head tilting back with a roar as she bucked hard into you, stuffing you to the brim with her cock before you felt loads of hot cum filling you up, sending you into the strongest orgasm, a shriek leaving your lips as you trembled underneath her violently, cumming hard around her cock, making her moan loudly, her lips slamming on yours as she ground her hips roughly against yours, "Mmmm, fuckkk... yes baby, cum, cum for mommy..."

You moaned out weakly as the aftershocks of your orgasm wore off, feeling your cum and hers spilling out of your pussy stretched around her cock, cum dripping down Karlach's cock as she pulled out slowly, a moan leaving her lips as she looked down at her cock spilling out of your cunt, seeing her cum spill out of you slowly only made her eyes roll back with a groan, "So pretty, babygirl, you did so good." Karlach praised you heavily before smiling as she wiped you off with one of her blankets and laid down with you, immediately wrapping her arms around your waist and back to hug you closer to her as she kissed your forehead with a small smirk she spoke, "See, Soldier? I told you id keep you warm."

[kjdkive]

lazy — jjk

A spring sunday morning, a cool breeze entering through the open window making the blinds move softly. Jungkook and you were sleeping very peacefully. No alarms, no hurry, no college or jobs. Everything was perfect.

You started waking up slowly, and you turned to the side so you could see your boyfriend also waking up, but he just layed there with his eyes closed, smiling, knowing you were looking at him.

"Good morning." Jungkook said, still smiling, putting his arms behind his head so he could rest on them.

"Morning, love." you replied back, leaving a soft kiss on the man's cheek.

You took the covers off of yourself, but Jungkook grabbed you by your arm and pulled you towards him to hug you.

"Don't leave yet."

"I've to go to class, Jeon." your voice was muffled by Jungkook's chest, making him laugh.

"Aren't you silly? Today's Sunday." Jungkook let you go just a little bit of his tight grip, never hiding his smile, just to get near you and give you a kiss.

But you moved aside as fast as possible.

"I can't kiss you! I've morning breath." you said.

"I've literally eaten your—"

"Jungkook! Don't even finish that sentence." you knew what he was gonna say. It may be early but he's always dirty minded. "Just let me go."

"No. Never." Jungkook placed a kiss on your forehead.

You gave up and rested your head on your boyfriend's chest. You look up and just admire him. It's shocking how he can look so handsome but cute at the same time.

You were so in love with each other. Neither of you could believe you would ever get to live a love like this but you are now, and are enjoying it every single second of it. It's funny too, how at the start you were both assholes scared of commitment and now look at you.

"Jungkook." you called his name.

"Yes?" he said with the softest voice, placing a strand of your hair behind you ear, looking at you with loving eyes.

"I love you. Really, I do."

Jungkook smiled and hugged you tighter (if that was even possible).

"And I love you more. More than you can imagine, baby."

You smiled, like a silly girl in love, listening to his sweet words. You then left a short kiss on his jawline.

"Are you hungry?" Jungkook asked.

"I am, actually, I didn't have dinner yesterday. I'm starving."

You took advantage that he got distracted by thinking of food and left the bed to go brush your teeth. But when he saw you standing up, his comments never fail.

"You look so good with my shirt and of course nothing underneath."

"Jungkook, I swear to God."

After that, you got to the kitchen and saw Jungkook following you.

"Babe, you think you could make pancakes?" you asked him. Jungkook did sure make delicious pancakes.

"Sure." He said, turning to you to give you a small peck.

You thanked him and sat, patiently waiting while scrolling through your phone. Although, you could see a shirtless Jungkook cooking, and you decided that was more enertaining than your phone. You could appreciate how the muscles on his back moved, at the same time as his arms, hair. You could see his side profile once in a while, smiling at the cute expression he makes when he focus on something.

"Stop looking at me, y/n."

"I'm not looking."

"Then why are you drooling, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at him, and stood up to go where he was standing. You hugged him from behind, and he smiled as he felt your arms embracing him. He loved being close to you. You weren't corny, you found it cringy sometimes but Jungkook made you different. Calling him all sort of pet names, never being able to stop touching him. But all of that just made Jungkook see how much you loved him.

"Food's ready." He said, with a smile.

You now placed a little kiss on his back and went to the refrigerator to grab some honey, butter, and set the table.

You both talked and ate peacefully, like you always do. Talking about life updates, bills to pay and sometimes there was silence but it was comfortable. You had to admit that you living together just made you appreciate his company more, it made a great change in you. He changed you for the better.

And living together and being able to wake up to each other's faces, just made this adventure more incredible than it already was.

(english is not my first language, sorry for any mistake)

[faegoddessog]

Woman in Red Ch 2/17

Chapter 2: "I really like you..." "But?"

Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: kissing, age gap, drinking, mentions of sex,

A/N: Slow burn and character building in this one! Don't worry, the heat is definitely forthcoming!

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Chapter 2: "I really like you..." "But?"

Back at her office, Aya is haphazardly working at her desk when her good friend, partner and work-wife knocks on the frame of the door.

“Hey, did you get my text to bring me a latte?” Dalia says.

“Um..” Aya looks at her phone, ”shit no! So sorry. I will have one delivered for you! I was distracted.”

“Oh and does this distraction have a name?” Dalia sits on the corner of her desk, she has been married to the same guy for years now and loves to live vicariously through Aya’s devil-may-care love life.

“Yes, Austin. He offered to buy my coffee before we even said a word to each other. He is picking me up here at six for dinner,” Aya giggles like a schoolgirl.

“Damn girl! You astound me at how fast you move. Is he handsome, who am I kidding, of course he’s handsome?” Dalia shakes her head.

“Oh it was all his idea, and he said he was shy, but he’s an actor so who knows, he could be faking it. Here’s a picture.” She holds up the contact picture.

“Wait, this is the guy?” Dalia grabs the phone and zooms in. “Holy shit girl, you don’t know who that is? How do you live in LA and now know this man?”

“What! I’ve fallen away from following Hollywood drama. I’ve been busy working and wearing out lesser men!” Aya smiles, “Who is he?”

“Well you are going to have to work really hard to wear this one out. Dude, that is Austin Butler.”

Aya’s eyebrows squish together, “Who?”

“He’s the guy who played Elvis, won a bunch of awards for it, was in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood? Did a bunch of Disney and Nickelodeon shows?” Dalia plugs in his name on her phone.

“NO! It can’t be! He doesn’t look like that guy. Butler has dark hair and didn’t have this amazing jawline… he was…” She stops short as Dalia turns her phone around. “Oh fuck…”

“Yeah Oh fuck…”

—--

Aya had touched up her make-up and hair and nervously checked her phone again. She rarely had her dates pick her up anymore, choosing to meet them out somewhere. It was ten ‘till six. Much to Dalia’s disappointment, Aya had made the decision to not go into a deep internet dive on her date tonight. She decided that she should draw her own conclusions about him this evening, instead of letting internet opinion color her ideas of him. She knew she already liked his vibe, and Dalia swore she would not fawn over him when he got here.

“Hello, I’m looking for Aya? ” she heard a deep voice in the lobby down the hall.

“Oh, is she expecting you?” The receptionist asks.

“Yes Ma’am,” she could hear the smile in his voice.

“One moment please,” the click-clack of heels echo louder and louder down the hall.

“Aya, there is a shockingly handsome and famous man asking after you,” she says softly, waggling her eyebrows, “Shall I show him in?”

“Yes, please,” her voice is nothing but professional, but her face says ‘play it cool!’

As Austin walks through the door and Aya looks up from her feigned ‘work’.

Austin had driven home in a flurry after coffee, had his project meeting via zoom and had cut it short in order to get ready. He had called his favorite little restaurant for reservations. The owner was known to be impeccably discrete when it came to celebrities. He got a table for 7pm.

He had been nervous driving to her office and missed a turn. Luckily he had left early enough he still had to wait in the parking lot for a few minutes. Her text had an address about 7 blocks from the coffee shop and the words ‘16th floor’. When he got into the elevator, he saw that 16 was the top floor, if you didn’t count the extra key’ed button.

Now he is standing in her office lobby. It is bright and clean and the young receptionist treated him like anyone else. The logo printed behind the desk said ‘AyDal Investments’.

He walks into her office behind the receptionist.

There are two overstuffed chairs off to her right set up around a low table in a conversational manner. She is behind a walnut desk in the center of the room with a little plaque that says ‘President’. The entirety of the wall behind her is glass with a view of downtown. To her left is a wall of built in bookcases with books, knick knacks, and what looks to be several awards. The low sun glints off the buildings in the distance. She looks up at him and smiles.

“Hey Austin, you found it!” Her breath catches as she looks him up and down. He stands there smiling, hands in the pockets of his dark blue slacks, the matching double breasted jacket is dressed down with a white ribbed t-shirt. His hair looks a little less unruly, like he had run a brush though it. He looked phenomenal. The idea of pushing his jacket off his shoulders and running her hands under the white shirt pops into her mind.

“I didn’t know you were a big wig,” he teases, nodding at the plaque.

“Yeah, my friend Dalia and I built the company from the ground up.”

“Hey Aya! I’m heading out,” Dalia’s voice floats down the hall.

“Speak of the devil,” Aya says quietly to Austin.

Dalia’s head pops around the corner.

“Hey Dal, this is Austin, Austin, Dalia, my work wife and partner in crime.”

Austin walks over and holds out a hand in greeting. Dalia shakes his hand and the second he turns his back she mouths ‘OH MY GOD’ to Aya.

“Oh!, AyDal, I get it!! Aya and Dalia… clever,” he points to them both, smiling.

Dalia swiftly smiles back at him, covering her excitement.

“Do you want me to lock up on the way out? Everyone else is gone,” Dalia asks waggling her eyebrows behind his back.

“No, I’ll take care of it.”

“Ok bye! I’ll see you on Monday then,” Dalia waves, “Nice to meet you Austin,” she says, giving him a wink.

“Nice to meet you too, Dalia,” he waves then turns to Aya, “We should probably get going too if we are going to make our reservation”

—---------------------------

Four and half hours later, Austin pulls his car into the same spot where he parked when he picked her up earlier. So far, the night had been amazing. The conversation flowed like the bottle of wine she chose from the sommelier’s list. The food was excellent. Aya had never even heard of this little niche restaurant. He was forever grateful that no one recognized him. They flirted back and forth the whole time.

Austin put his hand on his door handle, presumably to jump out and open her door.

“Would you like to come up for a night-cap?” her hand on his arm stops him.

“Sure,” he replies with a smile. He’s been invited into women’s hotel rooms, their flats and apartments for ‘night-caps’ but never an office before, this should be interesting. He opens her door and offers her a hand out of his car.

“What do you drink?,” she walks into her office, and to the right of her desk, behind the chairs. She pushes open a hidden panel, revealing a small, but well stocked bar. A soft automatic light illuminates her in the otherwise darkened room.

“I can make you an old fashioned, a martini, a negroni, a manhattan, a tom collins, whiskey sour, scotch on the rocks?” The light from the bar silhouetting her figure as she turns around to look at him.

“Oh, um… I’ll have whatever you are having,” he says, thinking it’ll taste better when they kiss if they drink the same thing. And he does plan on kissing her.

“Ok, I’m gonna do my favorite, whiskey sour with soda. Please make yourself comfortable.”

She sets to work pouring, peeling, mixes it in the shaker and pours it over ice, adding soda.

He tosses his jacket onto the overstuffed chair and leans against her heavy wooden desk. He watches her confidently pour and shake imagining lifting the hem of her dress to find no panties. Damn she is fine.

She hands him a lowball with bubbling light brown liquid in it, a twist of lemon garnishing the top. She sits, legs crossed, on her desk next to him, letting her shoes fall to the floor.

He sips, unable to stop the image of big black buttons slipping through wide button holes play in his mind.

She sips, mentally wishing his idea of getting comfortable entailed more than just removing his jacket.

They both look out the window at the lights of the city for a few heartbeats, drinking and wondering which of them was going to make the first move.

“Mmm. This is delicious,” his voice rumbles seductively next to her. She takes another pull on her lowball.

He stands and turns, positioning himself in front of her, the light from the bar slicing across his face from the side. She licks the moisture glistening on her upper lip, looking into his eyes. Then his lips are on hers. It’s a gentle kiss; lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue playing lightly along her lips. She is taken by surprise, though, she thinks immediately, she shouldn’t have been. Her free hand goes to his chest as she inhales. He pulls away with a gentle smack, looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I know we just met but… ,” he says looking down at her hand on his chest.

“Listen, Austin,” she says matter of factly, ”I really like you-”, she leaves the rest of the sentence hanging in the air as she takes a big breath.

Her tone sounds like he is about to be let down and pretty hard. He takes a long drink, not looking into her eyes, not wanting to show his disappointment.

“And I had… no, I AM having a great time tonight,” she says.

“But?” he says after swallowing, his eyes cast down.

She frowns a little, tilts his chin up to look at her.

“No. No ‘but’. I just have to say out loud, that I’ve been wanting to run my hands through your hair and over your naked skin since I first saw you today. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the coffee shop and undress you since you picked me up. Truthfully, I want to fuck you mindless and only to have you beg and plead for more, Austin.”

“Oh…” his eyes soften to hear that she want him, then they flare at her shameless statement.

“And I feel that before I do all that, I just want to be transparent about a couple things. I don’t want you to think I’m misleading you.”

“Ok.” he says. She has more to be transparent about? It doesn’t matter what she says, he already knows his answer is a resounding yes.

“I know we’ve not really talked about it, but Dalia did tell me who you are, and I realized I had seen you before. But I decided not to google you, because I wanted to make up my own mind about you.”

“I appreciate that, media and the internet can be…. “ he shakes his head.

“I am well aware,” she nods. “The other thing is, I wasn’t joking when I told you I was at least ten years older than you, and I want to know if that’s gonna be an issue for you.”

“Well,” he begins, setting his empty glass down, “the fact that my fame isn’t why you are interested in me is a breath of fresh air, to say the least. I will be honest, up to now, all of the women I’ve dated have been my age or younger. But,” he runs his hands from her shoulders down her arms, “you are captivating in ways none of them could be.” He takes her mostly empty drink from her hand and sets it next to his on the desk, ”Frankly, your age doesn't matter to me because,” he hesitates just a little, not used to being so bold, “I’ve been wanting to get you out of that dress since you sat next to me in the coffee shop.” To his own surprise, he adds, “and we’ll see who begs for more.”

“Well then,” she fists her hand into his white shirt, uncrossing her legs to make room for him to get close, ”let’s try this again.”

She leans up, he leans down. His hand rises to her jaw, her hands slides around his tight little waist. There is no hesitation this time from either of them. The second their lips meet, sparks fly. After a moment the embers catch, lips part, heads tilt, tongues meet.

He was right, they both tasted of whiskey and soda. She was delicious.

His kiss was perfect, not too aggressive but hinting at what he could offer her. His lips were soft, his tongue just adventurous enough, and he tasted amazing, of course.

A sucker for the feel of skin, she slips her hands under the hem of his ribbed t-shirt. She expected warm skin, she did not expect the ridges of muscle under her fingers.

“Ohhhh” she breathes against his mouth. Maybe he is up the task.

His hands slip over her shoulders and down her back. When he feels her cool fingertips on his hot torso, he steps in close, pressing his hips between her legs. He’s never fucked a company president before, especially not on their own desk.

“C’mon Austin,” she pushes him back suddenly and hops down, “finish your drink so we can go.”

“Go where? For the record, I’m ok with here,” he taps the desktop.

“Right here?” she asks, covering his hand with her own. He nods. “Oh no, not on my desk, I’d never be able to get work done again, I’d be so distracted by the memory. No, I’ve a much better place.” She pushes his drink into his hand, “drink, you’ll see,” her coquettish look makes him curious.

He drains his glass as she does hers. He watches her as she puts them in the bar and closes it. She picks up his jacket, but oddly leaves her shoes on the floor. She grabs his hand and leads him to the bookshelf of all places. She reaches up and grabs one of the awards. As she tilts the glass trophy, she looks back at him to watch his reaction in the lights of the city. The shelf swings open. She giggles as his mouth falls open.

“Um… are we going to your secret sex dungeon?” he asks only half jokingly.

[elmindredaniq]

Damn Dream !! you cute but gleefully threatening to take away a grief stricken widow's dreamed up, ghost - conceived baby is stone cold my dude….it definitely takes away from your charm…

[tobi-momo]

WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU PT 1 | PT 2

PAIRINGS: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader | Oikawa Tooru x Reader | Kozume Kenma x Reader | Akaashi Keiji x Reader | Tsukishima Kei x Reader

GENRE: Fluff | Comfort | Suggestive

WARNINGS: SUGGESTIVE!!!

A/N: hi hello yes. this. i might make a part two if this gets anywhere

HAJIME — YOUR NECK

He finds strange comfort in the feeling of his lips on your neck; his open mouth slowly trailing the sensitive skin on your neck, his hands hugging your waist as you tilt your head to give him more room. He likes to lay next to you when you read on your bed, hugging your waist and digging his head into the crook of your neck, placing his lips on and off your neck with extra noise just to make you laugh all the while bending his knees in between yours so maybe you'd let him lay on top of you, instead. He loves making you feel better after a rough day, grazing the back of his hand against your arms as you stare at the mirror in shame—he truly doesn't understand why you look at yourself this way, you're so beautiful. His head dips down to meet your shoulders with his lips, locking them and moving upward towards your neck, whispering sweet nothings in between because, of course, he's not going to stop until you see how amazing you really are.

TOORU — JAWLINE

His lips have a special place on your jaw, always finding their way there and never letting you go until each and every one of his kisses seep in your wonderful skin. His fingers gently tip your jaw as he balances himself on top of you; a leg of his cutting in between yours and an arm keeping himself up on the other side of your head. Of course, he would move eventually, but the way you seem to grip his wrist when he nips at the sensitive flesh and how you breathe just a little bit harder every time he sucks, he wants to bask in this feeling of victory. It's his favorite way of saying congratulations other than letting the words fall from his lips. Just—pecking your jawline with an audible smile lining his lips as you giggle with joy, playfully pushing him away and failing because his arms won't unwrap around your figure, pulling you closer whenever he loudly "mwah"'s against your skin. He just wants to let you know how proud he is.

KENMA — CHEEK

When he's in a rush, he gathers the quickest thing to do before he leaves is say "love you," and place a quick butterfly kiss on your puffed cheek before heading out the door. The only reason your arms are crossed as you hand him his coffee and turn your head to the side is that he slept through his alarm. Again. Whenever he has his eyes glued to the computer screen and his fingers grow worn from pressing the "WASD" keys too much, he likes taking a little break to find some food in the kitchen and see your pretty figure sitting on a stool by the island. He greets you, even if he had just seen you a couple hours ago, with a sweet peck to your cheek before you turn your head distractedly his way and press your lips against his, giving him your greeting. He couldn't lie, he loved it when you did that.

KEIJI — LIPS

He likes to whisper against them, tell you how much he loves you before softly placing his lips on yours, tugging on your bottom lip with a little pinch from his teeth before he lifts your shirt over your head, letting his arms drag across every inch of your body before making it his. He likes to kiss you when he's bored, finding nothing better to do than to just make your lips swollen with his and distract you from all your problems—you can get back to them later. He thinks it's the best way to apologize, make you feel better when you're mad, put a smile on your face and cool your blood flow instead of creating a visible pulse on your forehead. He doesn't expect it to work half the time, of course, he knows he can't make your frustration disappear, but sometimes with an "I'm sorry," and a slow dip of his head and a reach of his neck, his soft lips pushing against your warm mouth make it a tiny bit easier to forgive him. You couldn't not forgive him, now.

KEI — WRIST

He has this weird infatuation with them, your wrists. He has this irk for not giving them enough attention, he doesn't know why. When you two walk together on the sidewalk after having a meal together and your hands swing back and forth from the energy you've miraculously gained from the food you ate, he lifts the hands that embrace his, bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a warm-up, turning your hand around after to lift your jacket sleeve, exposing your wrist to the frosty air. He slowly places his lips atop your skin, letting his mouth rest for a second before he lifts his head and drops your hands. You knew that was one of the only ways he'll ever tell you he loves you. When he's feeling very appreciative of you, and he wants to thank you for all you've done, he does it later at night when you're both laying down in bed, your head dug in a book while he mindlessly types on his laptop next to you, he pauses for a sec to steal your hand from your book, fiddling with your fingers a bit before dragging them upward towards his mouth. You smile when you feel the warmth of his lips against your wrist, letting him take a hold of your hand while he types with one hand. "I love you."

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You are, honestly, trying very hard not to look at Timothee.

It's a feat easier said than done - the man simply exudes charm and energy, attracting all eyes in the room to his lanky figure like a magnet for attention. He isn't doing anything especially extraordinary, simply leaning against the wall, champagne glass in hand, grinning from ear to ear as him and a few friends laugh and talk among themselves -

And, yet, a simple glance around the bustling living room of your friend's house would easily show at least a few pairs of eyes on him at all time. He doesn't pay it much mind, and something about that makes your stomach flip in a way that you simply can't blame on the copious amounts of champagne you've downed tonight.

You like watching him. It might be your favorite activity at any given moment, simply letting your eyes wander over every relaxed feature - glistening eyes and wide smile and sharp jawline. Whether he's sleeping or driving or eating or doing much of anything, it's hard to look anywhere but him.

Ideally, you would be watching him now, but you're not sure you physically fucking can much longer without grabbing him by the sleeve and pulling him to one of the spare bedrooms upstairs.

Timothee's just looking at you. That's it. You can feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face as you sip your champagne and giggle with some of your girlfriends, and from your peripheral vision you can still manage to see his dark lidded-eyes, on you even as he talks with his friends. There's music playing lowly throughout the groups of people, scattered among the setting of your friend's birthday party - sweet champagne coursing through your throat and your veins - and all you can focus on is your fucking boyfriend, across the room.

Nevertheless, when you lift your glass to take a slow sip of champagne, you let your eyes drift from the small circle of girls you're talking to, making eye contact with Timothee from across the room. Your suspicion of his gaze on you is proven correct in a heartbeat, his eyes already boring into yours, and suddenly there's a burning heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks and the tips of your ears -

You down the rest of your champagne just as your boyfriend pushes himself off the wall, departing from his friends, and you have the foresight to take a few steps away from your friends - let them form their own circle without you - seamlessly excluding yourself from the mindless conversation as you find something a bit more intriguing to focus on.

"Hello, m'dear," Timothee says, tone light and teasing when he finally makes his way to you - you loop your arms around his neck, finger loosely clutching your empty champagne flute, back pressed to the cool wall behind you. "You looked distracted."

"Did I?" you muse, fingering the gentle curls at the back of his neck. A tipsy smile plays at the corners of his lips, and you want to lean in and kiss it off until you can't breathe with it but you'll wait.

"A bit."

"You're distracting."

Timothee shakes his head, dark hair flopping along his ears - he's been letting it grow out a bit more and you're more than obsessed - more for you to have and to hold and pull and listen to how he whines at the feeling.

You experiment - trail your fingers further into his locks and experimentally tug, and he inhales softly, the noise sharp, and your skin prickles so much that you want to peel it off - you feel needy and desperate, and your breath is louder than intended when you exhale the air you didn't know you were holding.

"Something up?" Timothee asks, faux-concern dripping from his tone, pretending like he wasn't the one giving you fuck-me eyes all night, like he doesn't want to drag you into a bedroom as much as you do. "You look a bit -"

You lean up, pressing your lips to his, cutting off his teasing remark as you tighten your grasp around his neck, pulling him down to your height. His hand tightens on your waist, opening his mouth in soft surprise, and you practically whine into his mouth when his tongue slips into your mouth, taking over the kiss as quickly as you'd initiated it.

It doesn't last long - both of you are smart enough to remember you're in the middle of a crowded get-together - making out in the background of someone's photo could be headlines for weeks and it's something you don't quite give a fuck about now, but - well.

He's still looking at you, less amusement present in his dark orbs, replaced with something deeper - you're sure the look of pure desire is reflected in yours like a mirror, and you exhale a gasp, tugging him into you.

"If you keep looking at me like that," you murmur, tilting your head up to his ear for fear of any listening ears from your friends, a few measly feet away, "I'm not responsible for what happens next."

"Jesus fuck," Timothee says, then, voice evidently louder than he had anticipated, and he's hooking his arm around your waist without another moment to spare - pulling you off the wall and out of the living room nearly faster than your legs can carry you towards the stairs.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 11 (NSFW) (END)

Ch.1 Ch2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10

If you are curious to know what my version of Alexia looks like, check here

All maids are dismissed from dinner at night.

The doors are kept sealed shut. It is clear whatever the Dimitrescus are discussing is not for ears outside of their family's to overhear.

You are thankful for the windows you have to focus on repairing while they talk. It keeps you from overthinking and that keeps you sane.

Once everything is fixed, the only physical sign of the nightmarish day you had is Cassandra's sickle, still embedded within what is no doubt a priceless painting.

You approach slowly, as though the weapon has a will of its own and can turn right around to finish the job of gutting you. Your fingers close around the leather handle. The first pull does nothing. The blade is so firmly lodged it won't budge an inch.

But you are nothing if not determined.

That is what you busy yourself with until you see a familiar fly come to land on your shoulder. It doesn't cut at your flesh, but it does bite and tug on your shirt. You understand the silent command to follow.

The insect leads you to the dining room. The table is cleaned, but the daughters are all still there, talking in hushed tones among themselves, poker faces adorning their expressions.

Three sets of yellowish eyes immediately fall to the sickle in your hand. Bela raises an amused eyebrow. The redhead whistles. "That looks sexy on you~"

"Can't imagine it would look as good in me." You give Cassandra a pointed look as you pull the chair beside her, but she only shrugs and leans back, motioning for you to hand it over.

"No... did you throw it at her?" Daniela guffaws. "And you missed?"

A sour grimace comes from the brunette. "I wasn't trying that hard..."

"What if I hadn't dodged?" you ask.

"...well. It's good that you did." Cassandra looks down at her manicured nails, as apologetic as she'll let herself be in front of her sisters.

"Do I want to know what was hit instead of Alexia?" Bela carefully asks.

"You really don't." Cassandra shakes her head and they leave it at that for both their sake.

"So." Bela speaks up after a brief moment of silence. "After our discussion with mother, we are to inform you that you're free to come and go from the castle as you please. Cassandra's key is as much hers as it is yours, now. But. Should any other maid escape using it or learn of our weakness, we'll have to do something nobody here wants."

"We'll have to brutally murder you to make an example. And whoever knows." Daniela cuts in and Cassandra gives her a glare. You aren’t looking forward to learning what their interpretation of the word ‘brutal’ is like.

"Yeah I... I could have guessed that." you reply.

"But I'm sure you're smart enough to not let that happen." Bela states. "This settles everything, I think."

"Not everything." Cassandra retorts, a shadow around her eyes.

"Cassandra, drop it. You heard what mother said." The blonde's tone grows harsh.

"What did she say, other than what we already knew?" comes the sharp bite back. "Why is she so vague every time one of us asks how we came to be?"

"I'm sure she has a good reason. What does it even matter about before?"

"Because I'm sick of having nightmares about people I don't remember!" Cassandra slams her hands onto the table. Both you and Daniela flinch back a bit.

You could have already guessed Alcina is not their biological mother. But a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place before your eyes now. And this new picture you're starting to see of the Dimitrescu family isn't a pretty one at all.

The tension between the two siblings is enough to electrify the air around the table.

"Did you ever consider it's probably for the best that you never do remember them?" Bela asks, her irritation ice-cold as opposed to Cassandra's sizzling fire. "Maybe there's a reason nightmares are all that's left."

You can see your lover's jaw clench. Cassandra's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists as she sits back down. "Don't you get these flashes? These almost-memories?"

"No." Bela says as she stands to leave. "I don't get them. And even if I did, I don't much care for leftovers."

"Daniela?" Cassandra asks, turning to her younger sister.

"I uh... I gotta go do a... thing. Bye now!" The redhead disperses into a swarm right there, before any more can be said.

Cassandra huffs in an exasperated, 'of course' manner. Only the two of you are left in the gigantic room, but you're not sure if you should speak up. You're not exactly confident in your ability to comfort others, nor can you tell where she and you currently stand. It doesn't look like either of you has the energy for any type of loaded talk.

You need each other, that much is as certain as the sun’s rise and fall.

And that's enough, for now.

-

-

Within the next few days, Cassandra and you take your time gravitating back together.

You let the thought of her ripping you in half slowly bleed away and she probably does the same with the notion of you using her weakness against her.

It starts with little touches, on your shoulder or your hand, as you make plans to spend a night or two in your house at the village once the temperature allows it.

Then one evening she comes to your room complaining about Daniela just like the old times and it feels only natural to rub her back like you used to.

Cassandra leans into you like a purring cat.

"Oh, you're so warm..." she sighs, resting her head atop your shoulder.

Absent-mindedly, you bring your travelling fingers up to her nape, pressing at a tiny knot of tension there with your thumb. A little moan slips past her lips –you're aware of just how close to touching your neck they are– and it hits you straight in the gut. You've missed drawing these sounds out of her.

Cassandra shifts against you and every minuscule brush of her lithe form on yours brings sparks to life. Her finger reaches under your chin to tip it her way.

"If you want us to stop here I need to leave now." she speaks with that impatience in the edges of her voice you recognize well.

"What happens if you stay?" you ask. It's not just your body warming at the thought of keeping her close.

"Don't tempt me, Alexia." Her lower lip just barely traces yours as she says it. "I'm not good at resisting and you know it."

You know it. Maybe that's why you tempt her with another almost-kiss in the first place. You could never deny how badly you wanted her and that certainly hasn't changed.

Cassandra crashes your mouths together hungrily, like she's been left without it for too long and now she can't go another second without having you. Her leg crosses over yours to lift herself into straddling you, two strong thighs bracketing your hips tight.

She's trying, you can tell, to not tear both your clothes off and have what she craves hard and fast and right there.

You keep a smirk to yourself when you slip your tongue into her mouth and unhook the buttons of her outfit extra slow. Her nails press into your shoulders. You refuse to speed up.

"Can you go any faster?" she breathily pants once you trail your lips to her neck.

"I can." you say. And lightly bite her.

She's one step away from ripping your shirt off, you can tell from how her fingers curl on the fabric. So you make the smarter choice and distract her with another little bite where you know she likes it best, just underneath her ear, then guide her clothes off of her.

Cassandra pushes you back into the mattress and kisses you again while her cool hands make short work of your clothes. You let her grind her hips into you for some measure of relief as you continue to suck and nibble on her flushed, sensitive skin. Her hands find purchase on your sheets when she no longer trusts her control to have them on you.

"Will you touch me already?" she growls into your ear. You can feel how badly she needs it from the way she shakes on every caress near her center, but this is your payback for that sickle throw.

"I am." you give her a smirk, then lightly push a fingertip into tight, wet heat to cut off her response.

"Ah. I— fuck Alexia!" You've never heard her curse before. And you can't figure out why it's so sinfully hot. “Oh, yes, darling, there!”

As much as she deserves to be tormented for the fright she gave you, you can hardly contain your own lust when she's moving on top of you like this, calling you ‘darling’ and hers.

Both of you come undone not long after, gripping at each other, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room until she lowers her head over your heart, completely spent.

Your fingers gently comb through her wavy hair. For quite some time, Cassandra looks so relaxed you think she has fallen asleep on you.

Until she lifts her head up and nuzzles your jawline, in a way she probably knows kills you every time she does it. Her teeth trap your earlobe. That spells trouble even before she speaks up:

"You didn't think one round would do it, did you? After all, I have yet to pay you back for sneaking into my room and stealing my key, darling…"

Well.

It turns out you won a battle and started a war that lasts throughout the night. And it's only the first, you're sure, of many to come.

For once in your life, you can't wait for what's next.

[cherrycheridarling]

chemistry test | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff and acting..?

summary: you're auditioning for the role of silk in the new marvel film. they've already chosen their spider-man and now it's time to see how much chemistry you two have.

wc: 1.9k

"Hi! I'm here for the Marvel auditions?" you greeted the lady who sat at the front desk.

"Hello! What's your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Nerves were running through your veins at lightning speed. The lady gave you a kind smile and told you to head to room three hundred and sixteen. You returned the smile before heading to the elevators.

Upon entering, you were faced with at least fifteen other women who were also auditioning. All with black locks and brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated. Sure, you had done some small films here and there, but looking at the competition now was frightening. A lady came and handed all of you a small script. At least it was a distraction. You spent the entire time reading your lines and trying your hardest to memorize them.

You sat in the waiting room for at least fourty-five minutes before your name was finally called and you were escorted into another space. Once you entered, your eyes were immediately drawn to the long table where the producers, casting crew and directors - who you've met hundreds of times in your previous auditions - were sat. You shook hands and gave greetings, the usual.

"Y/N, meet our new Spider-Man." Kevin gestured to the brunette boy at the front of the room.

He was cute. Dangerously cute. His small curls that laid messily only seemed to add to his appeal.

You smiled and walked over to him, "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you." you offered your hand.

He returned the grin before shaking your hand, "Tom Holland. It's a pleasure." you noticed his British accent and couldn't stop yourself from the confused expression that took over your features.

"You're British?"

He nodded with a smile, "That I am, but," he switched to an American accent, "I can turn it off, too."

Your smile grew, impressed by his ability, "That's so cool. I would try a British accent, but I feel like I might offend you."

He laughed with you for a bit, his hand still holding yours. You both noticed the predicament and quickly withdrew your hands. Sheepish grins showed on both your lips.

Joe Russo cleared his throat, "A little background information in case you're not familiar with Cindy Moon's story."

You silently thanked him for this since you were not at all familiar with whatever the character entailed. Only getting small glimpses of her personality and behaviour before you got thrown into the mix of auditions.

"Cindy and Peter went to the same school and got bitten by the same radioactive spider. A man took Cindy and trained her, but also hid her in a bunker when her powers became too much for her to control. Her Silk Sense – which is her version of a Spider Sense – is incredibly powerful. Stronger than Peter's. In this scene, Peter is saving her from the bunker. Understood?" he spoke so quickly that you nearly didn't catch it all, but nevertheless, you nodded your head.

"Got it." you put the script to the side and took off your jacket.

"Now," Kevin spoke, "Remember, this is a chemistry test. So we want to see – not just how compatible your characters are – but you guys, as well."

Your palms began to sweat. You already knew that they were looking for chemistry, but being put on the spot made your anxiety sky rocket. You nodded again in understanding.

"Sounds good." Tom went to the other side of the room, "Good luck." he sent you another frustratingly attractive smile.

You nodded with your own grin, "Thanks, Spidey."

You spotted a small cot beside you and made your way over, laying with your back to Tom. Ready to start the scene.

"Action!"

Before any lines were given, you lifted your head, but kept it facing the wall. As if you were listening for something, waiting for something.

"Spider- Boy? Guy? Spider-something." you spoke to the wall and a second later, Tom's footsteps were heard behind you.

"I prefer Spider-Man." Tom's voice filled your ears as he leaned against the wall. "Nice to meet you, Cindy Moon."

You held a hand to your head, as if a painful migraine had just arrived. "Your presence is causing me pain. Who-" you looked up at the man, recognition dawning on your features, "Peter."

"W-what? N-n-no, no, no. Who's Peter? I'm Spider-Man." he insisted rather poorly. Deepening his voice.

You turned your body around, hanging your legs off of the cot, "I-I feel it. I remember you. Parker from my science class. Left row, three seats behind me. And my math and history. Front row in history. Middle in math. You always had a new backpack every week."

"Eidetic memory." he mumbled under his breath.

"Hm?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nothing. Never mind. We can discuss this later. You need to get out of here. And I have come to save you from whatever this place is." he eyed the space with disgust.

You eyed him suspiciously, "Is this some Disney movie? Is there a magical horse drawn carriage waiting outside?"

He showed a boyish grin, "I guess you can call me your knight in red and blue spandex."

You scoffed and stood up, "Okay, Parker. How'd you know I was here?"

"Oh! This awesome dude, Tony Stark, he knows, like, everything! A-and he told me that you were here and sent me on a mission– Which is so cool! But yeah, he told me to come and save you. And that is what I am doing." he jumped up and down like an excited child.

You eyed the space around you, "Wait. M-my powers. I can't control them. I-I mean, I'm trying, b-but it's still—"

"—We can focus on that later! Right now, the richest and sickest guy on the planet is requesting you. C'mon." he grabbed your hand and, as scripted, you both locked eyes immediately.

You tried your best to look like you were falling in love. And as you stared into his deep brown eyes, you found that it wasn't that difficult. He stared back into yours. His hand still wrapped around your fingers. Your free hand travelled to his face, as if you were about to pull his mask up. Resting your palm on his jawline. His other hand that wasn't grasping yours, rested on your hip. A light pressure that nearly sent you into a haze. You both began to lean in and it no longer felt like acting until you squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head and pushed him away rather aggressively.

You put a hand on the wall, drawing heavy breaths in and out, "W-what are you doing to me?" you looked at him through heavy eyelids.

Tom was in a similar position, back against the wall, hand over his chest, "Mister Stark said that m-might h-happen." his head was thrown back against the wall, showing off the expanse of his neck as he swallowed. "Something- Something about our senses causes a strong- How do I say this? I-Intimate attraction between us."

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "A-an attraction? An intimate attraction? To you? Ew."

He pushed himself off the wall, "Glad to see you haven't changed one bit, Moon." he walked away from you, "We really need to get going. You- Oh! I've been wondering this: Where's your webbing?" he looked around as if he was searching for it.

You stuck your hand out and pretended to shoot a string of silk out of your finger and onto the wall. Tom followed your movements with a starstruck expression.

"That's sick! I have to make mine." he frowned, "We got bit by the same fricking spider and yours is in your hands? Let me see!" he came closer and attempted to grab your hand again before you quickly put it behind your back.

"Don't touch me." you spoke slowly, "I-if this attraction is caused by physical touch. Please, do not touch me."

He plastered on a playful smirk, "Oh, it's more than physical, Moon."

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the wall, "Dream on, Parker. Are we going to this Mister Stank or whatever?" you waved your hand with a limp wrist.

Tom gasped, "He's Iron Man! It's Mister Stark! Stark! Not stank! And you need a suit. Mister Stark has one ready for you at the compound, but you need something to wear on the way there." he looked around for one.

As if it had just dawned on your character that you were finally leaving the bunker, your attitude changed. A smile gracing your lips.

"I think I can do a little something."

You gestured your hands around yourself, pretending to create a suit from your silk. Tom watched with amazement, "Hey, how are you doing that?" he bent down and examined your body from head to toe.

"I had a lot of free time on my hands. Costume on-the-go. You like?" you smirked as you continued your movements.

Tom nodded his head as he came back up to stand beside you, "I could've saved so much time and money by doing that."

You finally completed your gesturing with a grin, "Ta-da! A bit sticky, but I think it'll do." you pretended to stretch around in the costume.

"Okay, let's go, Moon—"

"—Nope. Nuh-uh. When I'm webbed up like this, call me Silk." you smiled triumphantly.

And with that, the scene came to an end. The producers and casting directors all stood and clapped for you and Tom. You smiled widely at how successful it had gone. Before you could even react, Tom pulled you into a hug. Arms wrapped around your waist. Without a second thought, you wrapped yours around his neck with a laugh.

"You were amazing!" Tom praised you with a wide grin.

You couldn't help but to smile, "Thank you! It helps when you have an awesome scene partner."

His cheeks turned a shade of scarlet at your compliment before Anthony Russo spoke, "That was amazing! Thank you, Y/N."

You shook your head, "Thank you for having me."

Joe came and shook your hand, "Expect a call on Monday. Keep your ringer on." he smiled.

"And that wraps up the chemistry tests! Great job, everyone!" Anthony announced as you handed the script back to them and threw your jacket on.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door.

"Wait!" Tom called from behind you.

You stopped in your steps and turned around with a kind smile.

He held out his phone, "Since we're going to be working together, might as well get to know one another." he had a timid grin.

"Don't jinx it, Holland." you let a light chuckle fall from your lips.

He shook his head, "It's not jinxing, it's manifesting and you were by far the best Cindy Moon. You've already got the part." he insisted making you shake your head.

"We'll see about that." you punched in your number and before you could add your name, Tom took his phone back.

"Wait." he quickly typed away.

'silk'

You smiled at the contact name before offering your phone. He typed in his number and took it upon himself to put the name.

'spidey'

"I'll see you around, Y/L/N." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

You nodded, "Definitely, Holland." you turned around and walked out of the door.

Both of you were so engrossed in your interaction that you didn't notice the producers and casting directors watching from afar. Proud smiles dawning their lips.

They found their Cindy Moon.

[soleilsuhh]

— soon the cold night falls.

plot. when you went to doyoung’s place to study, you didn’t expect to end up staying the night and sleeping on the same bed.

pairing. doyoung x gender neutral! reader.

genre. college!au. fluff. suggestive. pining. good ol’ sharing-a-bed trope.

word count. 1.8k words.

you had been falling behind in maths, which was why you asked doyoung to help you study. although you didn’t have the same major, you knew he was more than proficient in the subject. he had eventually agreed to help but not without calling you an idiot first. this was how you found yourself in his rented studio apartment where he lived off-campus, about fifteen minutes from the university.

suddenly, you felt a hard but painless tap on your hand.

"are you listening?" he demanded, the look on his face is evident that he already knew the answer. he sighed, "pay attention, y/n, this topic is important."

"it seems like even you can't make maths interesting,"

he shot you a look at which you responded immediately by raising your palms up slightly in surrender, topped by a cheeky grin. you tried your best to focus as he continued with the explanation but by the time he reached to the next page, your thoughts began to drift away from the formulas and to the fact that the two of you were alone.

it wasn't as if this was the first time you had been alone with him in a room; you weren't sure why you were feeling jittery and why your foot was bouncing of its own accord under the table.

"—will you stop zoning out!"

his raised voice and the sound of frustrated slam of pen on the table startled you, effectively pulling you away from your thoughts.

surprisingly, the rest of the tutoring session went by smoothly. but it seemed like at some point while studying for what felt like forever, you fell asleep. when you woke up, you were pleasantly surprised to feel a jacket wrapped securely around you, and that its owner was also asleep in front of you, using his own arm as a pillow. his face was serene, the soft breathing making the world outside seem to stand still.

you grabbed your phone, trying to ignore the odd feeling in your heart. looking at the screen, you jumped, nearly causing the jacket to fall off your shoulders. it was already midnight, and you were still at his apartment. you reached over to shake doyoung awake, and as he rubbed his eyes, you showed him the lit-up screen.

he momentarily froze in his movements. "huh." he looked at you, "sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep; i was planning to wake you up before your dorm curfew," he paused and after a moment, he said: “do you want to stay here tonight?”

your heart involuntarily beat faster at that and you brushed it off. it was probably a good idea; you were already an hour past the curfew. you said ‘okay,’ before calling your roommate to inform them. they sounded sleepy but nonetheless, relieved to hear from you. as you talked on the phone, doyoung walked over to his dresser and your gaze lingered after him.

“catch,” he said, throwing a simple tee and sweatpants at your direction just as you hung up.

you caught them clumsily.

“thought they might be more comfortable than your jeans, but you don’t have to change if you don’t want to,”

you smiled at him, “thank you,” you brought the clothes closer to get the whiff of fresh scent, “they smell really nice,”

he scoffed but not unkindly.

as you shuffled towards the bathroom to change, he began to put away the books on the table. when you came out, the table was cleared, everything neatly stacked and an extra bedding was spread out on the floor along with a pillow.

"you take the bed," he said, gesturing towards it.

you blinked at him for a moment then delcared, "hell no, this is your place anyway; i can sleep on the floor,"

"exactly, this is my place, so i make the rules," he said, "take the bed,"

you refused to move, not giving in but also uncertain about what to say. this was such a conflicting situation you were in; why did you care that much if he slept on the floor? why were your eyes so fixated on the fact that there was no extra blanket for him? what was this clenching feeling in your stomach?

"the bed is big enough for two people..." you awkwardly suggested. "i mean it's not like we've never shared a bed before,"

it's true; you had taken so many naps together - that was back in primary and middle school, yes, and things might not be the same anymore.

you could have sworn that you saw doyoung's movements stop after hearing your suggestion but he continued whatever he was doing on his phone. his lack of response was a clear enough answer for you.

"um, fine then," you said with a hint of despondency.

"i guess we can keep a pillow between us," his voice came. "i don't have an extra blanket too, anyway and it gets cold at night," he paused a brief second and lifted his head to look at you, "are you sure you're okay with sharing a bed?"

you nodded, a little too eagerly, a little too fast, "yeah, i'm okay with it! sounds good!"

the two of you remained motionless on the bed. it was awkward. you couldn't tell if he felt the same or if he was already asleep. he was lying still on his back, eyes closed and face relaxed.

you tried not to move too much, but you couldn't help yourself from restlessly tossing and turning, pulling the cover that you were sharing slightly closer to your body. he was right; the night was really cold.

suddenly, you felt a hand on yours, not grabbing it, just resting there and applying enough pressure to get your attention. you noticed how warm his hand was and you cherished it.

"y/n," his voice was soothing in the quietness of the night, "stop moving so much,"

you stopped and his touch, warm and gentle, lingered before he completely retreated his hand.

after a moment, you lifted your head slightly, "doyoung?"

"hmm?"

"i'm cold,"

he eventually opened his eyes and got out of bed with a sigh; he headed towards his dresser, the path dimly lit by the moon and then he came back with a hoodie which he tossed at you. "here,"

you mumbled a 'thank-you' as you put it on, feeling both thankful yet also...disappointed. you weren't sure why though. what exactly were you expecting anyway?

once again, both of you lied down on your backs, neither moving; his eyes closed, and yours wide open. minutes passed before you began to feel restless again. somehow, your mind wouldn't stop thinking about how warm his hand was and how yours was itching to be held again.

you turned your body to completely face him as you edged closer to the pillow barrier between you two. "doyoung?" you tried.

you waited a few seconds.

"what?"

"i'm still cold,"

you waited a few seconds. a few more. and a few more.

you were certain you wouldn’t get a response anymore. he was probably tired and dying to get some sleep. and he already gave you a hoodie; what more could he do for you?

sleepless, you found yourself distracted by how pretty he looked in the pale moonlight that came through the window. you noticed an eyelash on his cheek and tentatively, you reached over to gently brush it away. you were tempted to wake him so that he can make a wish but that probably wasn't a good idea. despite how warm his hand was, his face was cool under your touch, his skin so soft that you found yourself lightly trailing a finger along his features; first his cheekbone, then his nose, and when your finger reached his lip, his breath deepened and his eyelids moved albeit still closed. you stopped dead.

you weren't sure whether knowing that he was awake made you feel more nervous or more delighted. perhaps both.

your fingertips lingered on his skin, waiting for him to stop you but he didn't. you felt compelled to continue and that’s what you did; your fingers began moving again, trailing over the shape of his lips. with each passing second, your movements gained more sense of ease and certainty as your feathery touch brushed along his jawline, creeping down his neck, and then his collarbone.

you watched, marvelled as his breath hitched softly.

your fingers edged up his neck again.

and his hand grabbed your wrist. there it was. that warm touch of his.

he opened his eyes and your gazes locked.

the look on his face was unreadable and it made you all the more nervous and excited. the eye-contact broke only when you gulped, trying to shove the nerves down, and his eyes followed the movement on your neck.

“you said you’re cold?”

you nodded.

letting go of your wrist, his eyes met yours again. “turn around.”

you looked at him uncertainly, suddenly feeling a tingling sensation in your fingertips and toes. “why?”

he gave you a small, reassuring smile, and his hand reached out to trace along your jaw and down your neck, the maneuver emulating yours earlier.

“you’ll see,”

you shifted your position and turned until you were facing the other way. behind you, you felt the pillow between you two being lifted and placed on the other side of the bed. soon after, doyoung wrapped his arms around yours, pulling the covers over your bodies and holding you close. back pressed against his chest, you entwined your arm with his and laced your fingers together.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, still and quiet.

it was him who broke the silence, “how about now?” he said, “are you still cold?”

you smiled, “no, this is really nice,”

“good.”

it was a little awkward and stiff at first. but after a while, it became peaceful as you both slowly relaxed and allowed yourselves to melt into the warm embrace. your breathing slowed down and your heart stopped racing. the steady rise and fall of his chest was so comforting and you found yourself snuggling closer against his chest and into his arms.

“honestly,” you began, voice quiet but light-hearted, “i was kind of thinking about something else when you told me to turn around,”

he hummed amusedly and let out a chuckle. then he leaned forward to hover his lips over your ear, “i know what you were thinking,” his voice was barely above a whisper and held a tone of refrained laughter.

you shivered but eventually bursted out laughing, and he promptly joined, unable to contain it in him any longer. the laughter in the stillness of the night was heavenly. doyoung muffled himself by burying his face in your neck to stop himself from laughing too loud for the sake of the neighbors, but that only caused you to laugh louder and harder because of the tickling sensation. in spite of himself, he managed to whisper soft ‘shh’s and gently covered your mouth with his hand from behind.

even as you both tried to calm yourselves down, you broke into fits of soft giggles every now and then. doyoung tried to sound annoyed as he told you to go to sleep but he couldn’t stop smiling.

you sighed, happy and content but also sad because you knew this moment would eventually pass, “i don’t want this to end,”

“don’t be silly,”

silence filled the room for a while.

“you can come sleep over whenever you want,” he said, hugging you closer, his voice soft and unwavering.

[maplecornia]

chapter 25

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.19K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: idk about you, but i really like this chapter, i think it's super FLUFFY

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear |@mangminnie | @pixiekooo

"You're an idiot."

"How was I supposed to know it was that high?! You're lucky I didn't drop your cake."

You smile, you can't help it. Spending the day with him wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. The time at the cafe was enjoyable, even when he decided it was a smart idea to try and climb on top of a wall, you found yourself content and happy.

It was definitely better than being alone.

"If you did, you wouldn't be standing." You mutter, trying to keep your voice smooth and calm. He lets out a soft gasp, turning to you in mock fear.

"You're scary."

"Maybe." You purse your lips, but can't keep the sly grin from spreading on your face.

When he asked you to spend time with him, you didn't imagine that it would be this fun. He took you to a cafe, and as soon as you started talking it was as though the two of you had known each other for years. Glancing over at him, you study his features just like you did the first time you saw him across the hall.

He's the type of person you feel comfortable with, someone you can rely on.

"You know what I just realized?" he says, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk. You turn to him, raising your brow.

"What?" You ponder when he doesn't finish his thought right away.

"We never introduced ourselves." You chuckle as he runs up to you before holding out his hand. Looking at it with a skeptical look, you hesitate before taking it.

"My name is Hwang Sunoh, it's a pleasure to meet you, madam."

You smirk, shaking your head at his overdramatized accent.

"I'm Yen Lin...well I suppose here you'd call it like, Lin Yen." You respond and can't help but smile at his giddy grin.

"It's nice to meet you."

Hwang Sunoh.

It's surprising how just yesterday, he was someone who had dampened your day. Now, he's able to bring a smile on your face without hardly lifting a finger. You can't help but feel a bit free. When you're around people like him, things just seem so easy. It's hard for you to remember that there was a time when you didn't feel this way.

It's hard for you to realize that the world can be cold.

Releasing him, you turn to start on your path home but freeze.

Your heart begins pounding, your palms turning cold as you notice the figure standing in front of your apartment complex. Shocked, you step back a bit, trying to make out his facial features, but his back is to you.

"It can't be..." You murmur under your breath.

There's no chance it can be him, can it?

Memories of the day on the bridge. The moments where he held your hand. That faint crinkle to the sides of his eyes when he smiled...The body is the same, the hair has the same curl, his jawline holds the same flawless curve.

Sunoh looks from you to the stranger with curiosity.

"Do you know him?" he questions, peering into your face, but you don't answer. You can't answer. Your throat has gone dry and you find that it's hard for you to breathe.

What if it is him? What would you do then?

You never thought you'd see him again, but what happens if he found you?

Swallowing hard, you walk forward, but the figure turns around and you balk, freezing once more.

It's not him, but someone else.

Someone even more surprising.

"Tae?"

Once he catches sight of you, he rushes forward, pocketing his phone.

But why? Why is he here?

As he draws closer, you can see that his eyes are locked on you, that he doesn't pay much attention to anything else. His eyes are full of worry, and his brow is furrowed with resolution. For a moment, you forget about Sunoh standing next to you, you forget about everything else. Once more, it's only you and him.

His feet pounding as he reaches a stop next to you, he takes you by the shoulders and lowers his face so that he's eye to eye with you. Eyes wide, you blink at him, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

"Are you okay?!" Confused, you don't answer him at first. Taking that as a bad sign, he begins to examine you, looking up and down for any injury, any scar, anything to show that you had been hurt in some way. Pressing his hand to your forehead to check for a fever, he growls a bit in frustration. "You weren't answering your phone, do you know how worried I was?!"

Taehyung?

Worried about you?

Someone tell me I'm dreaming.

Stunned, all you can do is look at him, unable to move an inch. Sunoh, extremely confused, looks between you and Taehyung, trying to piece two and two together. For one, why is an idol fussing over you as though you were a lost kitten? For another, how did you know a member from the most renowned and respected group in Korea?

Smiling a bit to himself, he can't help but chuckle.

Yen, you're more impressive than I thought.

That small sound catches Taehyung's attention.

As soon as he realizes the two of you have company, he pulls away, his grip tightening on you almost protectively. He turns to Sunoh, his brow furrowing with foreign hostility. At the reaction, Sunoh steps back a little, chuckling nervously.

"Ah...hello?" he mumbles, but all Tae does is raise his eyebrow, unamused.

"Who is this?" he asks you, and you finally wake up, turning to your new friend. Eyes wide, Sunoh looks to you as though you are the only one who can save him.

"Oh, he's my friend." You answer for him, edging a bit closer to him so that Taehyung doesn't attack. Nodding to him, he smiles nervously and holds out his hand once more, introducing himself.

"I'm Hwang Sunoh, nice to meet you."

Taehyung doesn't say a thing, doesn't even take his hand. He looks at it as though it were a thing he found in the trash and regards Sunoh with an icy glare. Apprehensive, Sunoh chuckles weakly, and pulls back from him, rubbing his neck.

"Uhm...Sunoh, why don't you go on ahead? I'll get my things later, okay?" You say, offering him an escape and he takes it gratefully. Stepping back a bit, he bows to Taehyung before making a break for the complex. You chuckle a bit at his frantic flee before turning back to Taehyung.

He's not really looking at you, his gaze distant and almost respondent. Confused, you squirm underneath the uncomfortable silence, wondering what exactly he needs. Why he's here. Biting your bottom lip, you try to catch his eye, but he avoids it.

"What was that about?"

At your voice, he looks up, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, you wonder if he's upset, and it makes you a bit frustrated. What is there to be upset about?

"Who is he?" he asks again, his voice deep and demanding. Biting the inside of your cheek in annoyance, you cross your arms. Just because he's having a bad day doesn't mean that he has to take it out on you.

"He's my neighbor..." Once you realize you're giving in to his tantrum, you shake your head. "Why does it matter? What's wrong?"

He looks at you with those eyes, causing you to lose your cool and almost squirm under his gaze. But you don't look away, what is there to be ashamed of? You didn't do anything wrong. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and brush past him.

If he's not going to say anything then there is no reason for you to stay.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at your stubbornness and grabs you by the arm, turning you around. You open your mouth, ready to say an angry retort, but with one fierce look, he shuts you up. Taking your hand, he pulls you behind him. You try to pull away, only managing to when he stops.

"Kim Taehyung, what the hell do you think you're doing?" You demand, but all he does is offer you a sideways glance before turning to the sunset.

"Look." He murmurs, and you narrow your eyes at him before obliging.

You let out a small gasp, finding it hard to breathe. How can you when met with beauty such as this? He smiles at your expression, his eyes tender and affectionate.

"I wanted to show you." He explains, even though he knows that you can hardly hear him.

He has taken you to the small overlook in front of your complex. It offers the two of you a beautiful scene of the sun setting on the Han River. It's almost as if the sea is swallowing it, melting it into a palette of oranges and reds almost as if it were the mere paints dripping from a canvas. Smiling, you step forward until you reach the bar that protects you from falling over the edge.

Turning to him, you regard him with curious eyes.

"You came here just to show me this?"

Blinking, he doesn't answer you at first. He doesn't know what to say. If he were to say the truth, that his mind was clouded and he needed to find a way to clear it. If he said that he wanted to see you because you were the only one who could free him from the voices that continue to tell him he's not enough. If he said that he came to remove you from his mind...

What would you do then? Would you still look at him the same? Or would he lose you all over again?

Clearing his throat, he tears his eyes away from you. Perhaps this way, it will be easier to lie.

"No, I came because I was worried." He mumbles. Noticing your confused expression, he sighs, running his hands through his wind-kept hair. "You weren't answering your phone."

For a moment, as the sun catches his face, you're distracted from the beauty nature has to offer you. Instead, you focus on him. A beauty that is impossible to describe in mere words. A beauty that is impossible to touch, impossible to keep, for fear that it would be lost as soon as you touched it. It's like the light. Though you may try to hold it in your fingertips, after a while, it slips away. It always slips away, it never stays.

He will never stay.

Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you turn away. It hurts too much. In some ways, this is worse than when he was a country away. When he didn't know you existed. At least then, you knew that you had no chance of losing yourself to someone you'll never meet. But now...

Now he's so close, but he feels so far away.

Will it always be this way?

Will you always have that impenetrable wall between the two of you?

Where he will always be the idol, and you will always be the fan?

In the distance, you can spy the same bridge that you met him on. The same bridge where your world was changed. Turning to the man beside you now, you entertain the thought that he's the real man in the mask. Smiling at the notion, you chastise yourself. It can't be him.

After all, the universe can't be that kind.

"Taehyung?" you murmur, hoping he doesn't catch the thickness in your voice, or the lump threatening to break.

"Hm?" he responds absentmindedly, and you close your eyes at the sound of his voice behind you. If you wish hard enough, will the two of you be able to stand side by side as equals?

Or will he forever be that far?

"Why did you give me your number?"

The question catches him off guard, and he opens his eyes, turning to look at you. Though your back is to him, it's wracked with tension and unspoken words. Almost as though you were preparing to be let down.

Again.

He bites his bottom lip, trying to choose the best words to say to you. When he notices the way you clench and unclench your hands at the sound of silence, he smiles softly before stepping forward.

Standing close, mere inches away from you, he takes your hand gently in his fingertips. Before you have a chance to pull away, he brushes his lips lightly across your knuckles. Speechless, you find your heart constricting with unimaginable longing.

After a moment, he raises his eyes to yours, his lips still pressed against your skin. A sultry look, you find your breath shortening, your heartbeat fluttering an unheard tune. He smiles at your wide, innocent eyes before lowering your hand and using his to brush back your hair.

"Well, we're friends. Aren't we?" he responds, his hand resting on your cheek for a moment before he releases you and steps away.

Always a considerable distance apart.

From the moon and the star.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: you know even though love alarm was the worst thing since tomatoes, i still couldn't help putting the characters in the story ;-;

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[charlotte-lavender]

Spring Blossoms, as does Love (pt. 2)

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Summary: After nearly spilling iced tea on Kuroo, Y/N invites him to stay for dinner. Meanwhile, Kuroo makes his moves to further charm Y/N, and possibly make it official.

A/N: Hey y'all! I've been cranking out this work trying to get some leverage for school time, but I won't normally be updating this frequently unless I get some sudden inspiration. Anyways, remember I use British English, start in Y/N's POV, and stay safe! love y'all!

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*sei·tan /ˈsāˌtan/ 📷Learn to pronounce

noun a high-protein vegetarian food made from cooked wheat gluten.

And with that, I grab the teas, push open the worn-out screen door that creaks, and promptly fall right into him.

"SHIT!" I lunge forward, practically diving towards the ground in order not to spill on him. Landing flat on the floor, the two broken glasses artfully smashed around me, I hear Kuroo get up in a panic.

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?!?" He screeches, yanking me up off the ground to standing. I stumble forward, not expecting to be standing, and he pulls me into a hug. "You are okay, right? You look a little dazed." He asks me as I pull away, head hung, cheeks a deep scarlet. "Ye-yeah, I'm fine..." I mutter in response, looking for a way out.

"Have a seat, Y/N. Let's talk; I don't need a drink." He says to me, walking me to the chair next to where he was sitting. "Now," he continues, "tell me about your shop and this gorgeous place where you live."

I straighten up and clear my throat, the cotton-stuffed feeling dissipating from my head. "Well, uh, I opened my shop, The Raven's Nest, about three years ago, when I got out of school. I had grand plans to go to college and get a degree, but that, uh, clearly fell through..." My blush starts to dissipate as I look at him, engaged in the conversation. His sharp jawline, gorgeous eyes, and tousled hair just pull me in deeper. He catches me staring and gives me a little wink. I abruptly clear my throat and continue talking.

**POV SWITCH**

As Y/N spoke about his shop, house, and his land, I grew even more enraptured with him. I learned that he was a 'freelance creative', as he called it, on the side, painting murals and designing homes, as well as making clothing that he sold in his shop. I also learned about his passion for gardening and that it stemmed from his experiences around plants when he was sick as a child. Then it was my turn to share.

"So," Y/N began, clearly getting more comfortable. "tell me about yourself."

"Ah! I forgot! You just so enraptured me that I must have gotten distracted~." I tease, Y/N instantly turning beet-red again. "Anyways, I coach volleyball for the college around here. Somewhat dull if you ask me, but I enjoy it. I just moved here from Japan."

"WOW! Super cool!" Y/N glances down at his watch, audibly gasping at the time. "What would you like for dinner? It's almost five o'clock already."

"Already that late, huh? Uhm- I'll only stay if you're up for having me. I don't want to impose."

"Oh, don't be silly, Kuroo. I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't wanted you to stay. Besides, I can help you with your plants after dinner!"

**POV SWITCH**

I grab Kuroo's hand and lead him inside; another face similar to the one from when we arrived makes its way onto his face. "Your home is gorgeous, Y/N!" He exclaims. "Just like you~." He adds in his now-signature sultry tone. I just roll my eyes and lead him to the kitchen, where I deposit him at the counter and hand him the giant skeleton key to the icebox. "The icebox for drinks is just over there. Get us something to drink while I set up." I tell him. He listens and leaves for the icebox while I tie my bright red apron with bees embroidered on it around my waist. Washing my hands, I settle on a fresh salad with my homemade seitan*. Removing the ingredients from the fridge, I count off heads of lettuce when Kuroo returns. He hands me a cold bottle of carbonated water, which I gladly accept. He moves behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, tucking his head ideally next to mine. "What's cookin', good lookin'?" He asks, making me instantly flush deep rouge. I take a deep breath, and as it's clear he won't move until he gets an answer, I explain. "We're having salad with my home-grown lettuce, radishes, cauliflower, and hand-pulled seitan."

"Ooh! Sounds delicious! I can't cook to save my life, so you'll be doing this a lot more."

"I can't wait," I say jokingly, twisting around in his arms so that I'm facing him. Suddenly, he leans in and whispers to me. "Y/N," He breathes out. " I love every part of you that I've seen or heard about today, and I know you at least enjoy my presence. Would you give me the pleasure of being you boyfriend, and hopefully, your future husband?"

I freeze, not knowing how to respond to such a bold statement. Kuroo was good at reading a room, that's for sure, but would he love me if he got to know me better? Against my better judgement (or rather, the voice of anxiety in my head), I whisper out one word: "Yes."

**POV SWITCH**

I immediately swoop down and place a kiss directly onto Y/N's honeyed lips. The reaction is electrifying, instant chemistry appearing between us as Y/N slowly begins to kiss back. As cliché as it may seem, I want to be with Y/N until the end of time. I'd consider today a success.

[ezrasarm]

Ezra and Cee end up living together because Ezra is totally a cool uncle/willing to train her in prospecting (less dangerous jobs only now that he has a psuedo daughter ans one arm). But he also encourages her to complete her studies. Enter a private tutor who is going to help Cee complete the equivalant of Space!A levels/GED. Ezra can't help but be smitten and won't stop interrupting the lessons. Cee is irritated at Ezra's brainu flirting, tutor is mostly oblivious until she isn't. 😉

Electrostatic Attraction

Pairing: Ezra x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: 10 ply super soft fluff, chemistry both literally and figuratively, a lack of proofreading

A/N: Sorry it took me a bit to get this out! I had to dig back deep into the traumatic memories of studying for IB chemistry for this one. Also it’s been a while (and I sucked at it then) so don’t quote me on any of this stuff 😂.

“I didn’t know we were expecting company.” Ezra said, a charming grin gracing his lips as he appeared in the doorway with a hefty bag slung over his shoulder. He’d been away on a job for the past week. Nothing too complicated. Just enough to keep the two of them afloat while Cee was finishing up her studies.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until Thursday.” Cee said, glancing up from her textbook only slightly surprised to see him so soon.

“Finished up early.” He said, allowing the bag to slide off his arm onto the floor as he made his way inside. “Nice to see you too, Kid.” Ezra prompted her only to get an eye roll in response. “You gonna introduce me to your friend here or am I gonna have to make our acquaintance myself?” He asked with a charismatic chuckle as he nodded over at you. He’d swear he was being discreet but Cee didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged over you where you were sat in the seat next to her. She’d never seen Ezra’s interest peaked like this so the shift in behaviour caught her a little off guard.

“Right...” Cee squinted at him skeptically for a moment before shaking off the initial shock. “Ezra, this is (Y/n), my tutor. (Y/n), this is Ezra, my...” Cee scrunched up her face a little to consider her words for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, he’s just Ezra.” She finally decided.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You said with a polite smile as you got up, extending your hand to shake before realizing his wasn’t there and quickly switching hands. This earned you a hearty laugh and a wide smile as he accepted the gesture.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He responded, shaking your hand for a tad longer than customary only for Cee to cough and give him a chiding glare from over your shoulder which told him it was time to let go. “Right, don’t let me distract you two.” He nodded curtly with a smile, his hand raised in mock surrender before disappearing into the galley.

“Sorry about him. He’s not usually like that.” Cee said as the two of you got settled again.

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that but you shrugged the comment off with a “He seems nice.” Before nodding back at the past paper the two of you had been going through. “Where were we again?” You asked, still slightly flustered by the interaction. You could feel a flush had risen to your cheeks and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“sp3d hybridization.” She reminded you. There she was. Always on the ball. Why did she need you here again? You thought before snapping back into it.

“Right. So you know what I’m gonna ask you.” You said and she peered back at you expectantly. “Bond angles?” The blank expression on her face persisted and despite knowing she knew what you were talking about you folded. It was your job to solidify this information in her head after all. “Okay, so say we’ve got a substance like phosphorus pentachloride. So that’s a single phosphorus atom and five chlorines bonded with polar covalent bonds. And they’re polar because...” You prompt her.

“Chlorine has greater electronegativity than phosphorus.” She finishes for you and you give her a subtle high-five and an approving nod as you go on.

“Right, and each of those chlorine atoms have equal partial negative charges which makes them want to get as far away from each other as possible while still clinging to that phosphorus.” You explain and she nods as though that’s obvious. “So how are those five chlorines going to configure themselves around that phosphorus so that they are all equidistant from one another?” You ask and she squints at you for a moment as she tries to work it out. “Sketch it out.” You remind her, tapping the pad of paper in front of her already filled with scribbles of chemical formulae, Lewis structures and ball and stick models, knowing she works better when she can visualize what she’s talking about. Unbeknownst to either of you Ezra had since appeared in the doorway a fond smile toying at his features as he watched the two of you giggle over the way you tripped up saying “trigonal bipyramidal symmetry” and you challenging her to try saying it five times fast if she was so keen to make you laughing stock for it.

“Okay, you win.” Cee laughed, hands raised in surrender when she blundered her first attempt. Cee liked you, Ezra noted. He noticed the way that she actually acted a bit like a kid around you. She treated you like a friend, not a teacher and he wondered how you did it. He could see you had invested a genuine care and concern in your work which was a rarity nowadays, one which gently tugged at his heartstrings as he took the scene in.

“Alright, review time!” You declare as you notice the time. You always liked to round back to some basics when you finished up your sessions so that she left things on a high note and you really cemented those foundational concepts in place. “So hydrogen bonds.” You cue her and she sighs.

“Haven’t we gone over this five times today?” She asked.

“Then you should be five times better at explaining them than you were when we started.” You say and she gives you a challenging stare for a moment before she nods in defeat and rattles off an unsurprisingly accurate definition of the intermolecular force.

“And London dispersion forces?” You ask and she astounds you once again.

“Last but not least, dipole-dipole interactions- and if you don’t get this I’ve completely failed you as a tutor.” You say.

“The electrostatic attraction between the positive and negative ends of molecules with permanent dipole moments.” Ezra speaks up from the doorframe and you jump slightly at the sound of the baritone in the room before a smile sets on your face. He couldn’t seem to rip his gaze off of that upwards quirk to your lips. Even after such little interaction there was something about you that drew him to you like a magnet. You were smart and quick witted. He could tell that already from watching you bicker with Cee, not unlike he usually did himself. Not to mention you were devilishly good looking, especially in that sage green wrap dress you were wearing that hugged you in all the right places and showed off just the right amount of skin. Few people wore dresses anymore, at least not in his circles, and the custom was striking to him. It made him nostalgic and reminded him of home.

“That’s... correct.” You say after turning to face him fully. You hadn’t had the time to notice how good looking he was when you were first introduced but now that he’d changed from the bulky suit he was wearing when he first came in and he’d cleaned himself up a little, you could actually take in his ruggedly handsome features. Soft warm eyes, a patch of platinum blonde just at the cowlick where his hair parted, a prominent nose, a faint scar on his cheek and a smattering of facial hair across his jawline and upper lip. Maybe it was the laugh lines around his eyes or the seemingly constant perk to the corner of his mouth but something about his demeanour commanded you to be completely enraptured by him.

“Please, make no mind of me, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” And it’s only now that you realized you must have been staring at the poor man. Your face burns bright red with embarrassment as you try to collect your thoughts again.

“No, not at all! I uh- we were just wrapping up.” You stammer out as you begin collecting your things into a neat pile in front of you.

“Cee,” Ezra says and her head flicks up immediately from where it had been buried in her palms the moment he started speaking. “I was about to order takeout, have you got any preferences- say, (y/n) was it?” He asked, even though he knew quite well what your name was. It hadn’t stopped playing on his phonological loop since the moment he’d heard it. God, his voice- the way he said your name almost made you swoon as you went to nod. “You should join us.” He says simply and Cee’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights before she just about snaps her neck turning to look at you.

“Oh, I shouldn’t-“ You begin but he’s waving the the excuse out of your head before you can even come up with it.

“That is if a bewitching woman such as yourself doesn’t have any prior arrangements.” He suggests and Cee is just about ready to hurl her textbook at him if that will get him to shut up any faster. Have you mentioned that you’re blushing yet?

“No, no plans. I-“ You start to say before glancing over at Cee who has a look of controlled horror adorned on her face. ‘She’ll forgive me’ you think to yourself before speaking. “I’d love to.” You say. Ezras pre-existing smirk widens into a broad grin.

“Ezra, come help me find the menus!” Cee declares almost immediately, before leaping up and dragging him by the wrist into the kitchen leaving you slightly dumbfounded in your place.

“You can’t just invite her over for dinner, she has a life of her own-“ She manages to simultaneously whisper and shout once their out of earshot. “Why is your hair wet? Did you shower?” Cee asked bringing her hand up to jostle his mop of damp hair. “For her?!” She just about hissed, pointing back out in the direction of the living/dining area where you were sat.

“What? I just got in from a dig! You expect me to sit around in that filth all day?” He questioned, attempting to deflect her accusation.

“Normally you just pass out on the couch the minute you get in- Ugh, Ezra! My tutor? Really?!” She scolds him and his face softens before he speaks again.

“Just humour me. It’s been...” He pauses a moment as he considers the last time he’s felt this way about someone. “Too long.” He finally decides and Cee scrunches up her face.

“Ew!” She exclaims remembering the way his eyes had traced down your body when you first introduced yourself.

“Not like that!” He reprimanded her, giving her a light swat on the shoulder. “Although, that too.” He shrugs after second thought. This time Cee is the one to whack his arm with the rolled up stack of takeaway menus, but far harder than he had her. “Ow! You pack quite the punch there little bird!” He winces through a soft chuckle before his face falls again and they enter an undeclared staring match, Ezra straightening up and squinting at her slightly when he realizes he’s being challenged.

“Fine! But you have to quit it with the ‘bewitching woman’s and the poorly veiled chemistry innuendo.” She points a finger at him.

“Chemistry innuendo? I gave a definition!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Really Ezra? Electrostatic attraction?” She drawled out like he had. “You don’t think we already know perfectly well where you want to put your lone pair of electrons?” She retorted, eyebrows raised accusingly.

“I don’t sound like that- What does that even mean?!” He squeaks out before he shakes the thought away and refocuses. “Cee,” he sighs. “I do not supplicate much of you often...” he drags out, eyes pleading down at her, who has her arms crossed on her chest.

“Don’t fuck this up.” She says after far too long and Ezra doesn’t even care to correct her language. “I have to see that woman on a daily basis and I will not have you coming in and screwing up my chances of passing chemistry.” She says, waving the menus threateningly at him once again.

“You have my word.” He nods diligently, raising his hand to lay against his chest before Cee storms back out of the kitchen with almost the same intensity as when she entered and Ezra takes a moment to collect himself before following.

It didn’t take too long for the three of you to decide on your order. There wasn’t all that much variety to choose from on the station, no matter how large it boasted itself to be. Your order was ready in a manner of minutes and Cee practically sprinted to the door claiming she would pick it up to escape what she swore was the most embarrassing interaction of her life, watching the back and forth between you and Ezra like the worlds most awkward ping pong match. She was surprised you hadn’t run screaming from the room at Ezra’s completely unsubtle and unpracticed flirting and his off the cuff, frivolous compliments to you but the truth was, you found them extremely endearing. His entire face lit up with pride when you commented on the book collection you’d noticed last time you were here. When you pointed out a favourite or yours that you’d noticed the spine of which was almost completely worn down on his eyes just about bugged out of his head as he pulled it off the shelf to show you that almost every single page had been filled with scribbles and annotations he’d added in the many times he’d reread it. By the time Cee got back, the two of you had managed to inch closer together from the opposite ends of the couch you’d occupied earlier. You were both keeled over in fits of hysterical laughter at some story you were telling about a misunderstanding that occurred with a pupil and their father when you first started private tutoring sessions. You hadn’t even realized your hand had come to grasp his knee as you tried to steady yourself. Just looking at the two of you Cee could have sworn you’d known each other forever. Something about the scene in front of her seemed so natural as she tried to remember why she was so horrified by the idea of you getting along so well in the first place. When you could finally breathe well enough to acknowledge her she set the bag of takeout on the table in front of you before jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

“I uh-“ she gaped for a moment. “I just ran into a friend outside the uh... place. I was gonna go hang out with her for a bit- but you two should eat without me while it’s still hot.” She suggests before either of you can even protest.

“Sure thing.” Ezra nods, still beaming from his most recent laughing fit, he almost misses the wink Cee shoots him before bouncing out the door. ‘That little minx’ he thinks to himself as she disappears from sight leaving just the two of you and the makings of what you would later refer to as your first date.

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