#none of my feelings have been as intense as they used to be before honey split off

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Ngl I'm scared it wasn't just my love for him that broke off that night, but my ability to love at all

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ ATLAS✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢  Wearing a bunny outfit was indeed a good idea to attract customers but little did you know, it would attract the attention of the owner of Dawn Winery.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ bar tender!fem!reader x diluc rangnvindr, explicit smut, piv sex, semi-public, unprotected, cunnilingus, s/d dynamics, soft-dom!diluc, mentioned aftercare. 1,4k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

“What a pleasant surprise is this” The familiar deep voice puts a cease to your merry humming. You turn around facing none other than the owner of Dawn Winery, Diluc Raghvinder, your master. Has he been waiting here? Alone?  In the dark? 

You try to brush him off by stacking the bottles from the crate one by one, carefully and slowly so as not to break any of them. “I had to get more customers somehow,” your tart reply makes him walk towards the door and press the knob to close it. He is standing right beside the door. If you were to go out of the wine cellar, you have to solely depend on your luck and so far it has not been shining on you lately. 

“I’m not done talking,” He scoops you against his body as his voice echoes in the room. 

“Well, it can wait, can't it, master Diluc? The bar is overflowing with customers by Archon’s grace and I need to be on my way to serve them.”You struggle in his grasp as you speak, trying to get out of his arms that caged you the more you tried to retaliate against his touches. This is not the first time he has been sneaky, actually, he has a history. You have gotten used to it somehow. You would have let him turn the wheel like he usually does but not right now.

“Wait. Wait.” With a low husky voice, a huff in between he speaks again. This time softer, “I— I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn't have snapped at you the other day, when I said you weren't doing your job right enough.” His breath fanned against your ears as he slid his nose all over your upper chest, at the exposed area, and having his arms locked around your stomach was not helping either. 

“Let me go—I've got work to do.” You still protect, try to deflect his soft, slow, and steady touches. It always starts like this but ends up with him sinking his teeth onto your skin, marking you his, reminding you of him wherever you try to go, however far you try to run.

“Don’t,” Diluc muttered, undoing the strings of the first hook. You could feel your boobs relax, chest muscles free of tension and pressure. “You have done enough,” Turning you towards him to face his body, he slipped his fingers along your inner thigh at the lining of your dress playing with it. He must add that the stockings added a great flavor to your dress, not to mention to your alluring aura and how you carried yourself around the elites, guests, regulars, and normal customers but it is a hindrance now. “You have done enough my sweet bunny.�� He repeated with a honey-dewed tone before tearing the stockings, running and sliding his hands up and down your thighs. His touches are not gentle anymore. It is rough and intense. 

“Wait— Sir Diluc,” You moan as his tongue travels along the column of your throat followed by his soft lips placing open-mouthed kisses. Diluc does not provide you another chance to talk, to resist rather you are lost in his crimson gaze as he pulls the string at your back undoing most of it, at least to have a good look on your nipples.

“Your nipples are hard.” He exclaims looking at them, insatiably making you push his chest but he is bigger than you, stronger than you. Even if your hands are mobile and free, there is nothing much you can do. It is adorable that you are still resisting. “Tell me bunny, did it turn you on walking around like this among those customers?” He leans towards your face whispering, “Or does the thought of making me hard during work turn you on?” 

Holding both of your palms in one fistful grab he arches his hips against your waist letting you feel his boner. If his hungry gaze did not make you wet while you were serving drinks at the bar, feeling his hard-on sure did. Diluc actually gave you time to answer yet it led to nothing but another disappointment. His patience was running out of time. You were like a rabbit in his trap and he could not just wait to devour you, have his way with you.

“Ya’know it is rude not to answer, especially your master.” He says with a brooding look on his face. His voice is steady, nothing mere of annoyance can be pointed in his way of talking either but the way he keeps his eyes on you tells everything. 

“nei—neither.”

“Sorry. What was that?” Now he is just playing with his food. “Couldn't hear you properly. Come again?” He paused, looking at your hands that rested perfectly on his chest. “Or I should just check it by myself,” Before those words could register in your brain, he swiftly turned you around, pushing you onto the table. 

“Wai-wai-wait-wait” you blabber but it is too late. You could feel his hands over your ass cheeks, caressing roughly and now your red bunny outfit was in tatters. Your face laid hot against the glass of the wooden table as your master crouched down. Taking a good look he exclaimed, “what a pretty little liar.” 

His fingers are now teasing your wet clit, exploring and rubbing them. “What a fat pussy you have,” he says before lapping his tongue from the base to up your buttocks. An elongated groan escaped his mouth along the strain in his trousers growing more and harder to bear. 

“Ahh! Sir Diluc, please . . . more.” A stifling moan finally escaped your lips. Diluc spread apart your pussy lips apart and started to suck and lick alternatively with so much zeal, as if he was given the an opportunity to taste the finest wine in Mondsndat. 

The squelching and sucking noises were getting louder and louder while your body was slowly giving in, submitting to his urges. Your mind might be heavy on how unethical it is to have a physical relationship with your boss, but there is no way your body can deny him now. He has become your need, your saviour.

“Sir Diluc . . . Sir . . .Diluc. . . Diluc.” 

There was no response other than the wet noises that Diluc elucidated with his mouth at service. But seeing you all fidgeting and restless, your arms stretching to reach your clit, legs quivering and growing apart further he finally stood up. Unzipping his pants, springing free his cock out his trousers he grabbed your hips. 

“I’m putting it in,” He said but rather delayed it by smearing the cockhead with your juices. A jolt full of shivers ran through your nerves, skin coating with goosebumps before he pushed his cock to the tip in one full strong stroke. He was not joking when he warned you. Another prolonged groan before Diluc started to snap his hips against yours — deep and rough, calculated and hard; each stroke hit your sweet spot with so much precision that you had to cover your mouth from moaning loudly.

With your shame coagulated at the core of your throat, Diluc rasped, “This is my house. My property.”He hovered above you, kissing your shoulders, and said, “Tell me, darling, who exactly do you fear ?” And a harsh slap landed on your ass eliciting a shrill moan from you. His strokes are getting more erratic now. “Keep those pretty moans coming. Think you can do that for me?” he coaxed as he pulled you up holding you against his body, close to his chest.

“Yes. ’course. Sir Diluc.” You reply with vision blurred, the red bunny outfit layered at your belly button and the bottom part was in ruins. Diluc could not help but be impressed at your obedience. “Good Girl.” he praises “My good girl.” As he grabs your tits before hammering his cock into your hole again, panting and moaning; singing along with you in the same melody. 

Your nostrils could no longer smell the sweet aroma of the wines, rather the smell of sweat mixed with expensive cologne hit your nostrils. With a few longer and broad strokes he cums, and finishes inside you. His hands let go of the harsh hold on to your body but clasp around you with his cock still inside you, as both of you come down from high.

You finally reciprocate his touches as you hold his palms, and interlace your fingers with his. As you kiss his hand, he murmurs, “Didn't know scolding you would make you wear a bunny outfit.”

You tilted your face to see him. With a smirk you reply,“didn’t know wearing red would do the trick.” with a wink.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! draken x omega! reader x omega! emma

— you and emma are both dating and you try everything to court your crush, draken.

cw : reader and emma are flirty ++, the ending is bad

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

you and emma were the oh so coveted omega couple of the town. so unusual for two fragile things like you to actually turn to another omega rather than an alpha who can properly take care of you.

but whatever people could think about the stability of your relationship, the both of you were a happy little pair who wanted nothing more than to stay together.

you thought that none of you would ever come to crave the touch of an alpha, to try and attract one. but here you were, desperately looking for the tall man working at his bike shop.

you met him at emma's house, he's a friend of her brother and comes rather regularly. still, emma never actually took the time to properly talk with him so she didn't really knew what he was like.

but a few weeks prior, when you were waiting for emma to get dressed, draken offered to escort the both of you to your destination. his eyes were filled with nothing but genuine concern and you found the three of you enjoying the conversation upon your walk there.

kind, strong, reliable and respectful. draken was definitely a change. not that you or emma was getting tired of your relationship, but your love was big enough to be shared with an extra person.

you didn't need to have a serious talk together, your mind and desires were so in tunes you knew exactly what the other was thinking. you thought having an alpha by your side wasn't so bad after all.

so you spent most of your days courting him. it was subtle, more like attempts at being friendly and appearing small in hopes to spark his protective instincts.

unexpectedly, draken was hard to get. the lovely mixture of both your vanilla scent and emma's honey one usually made people stop in their tracks and whip their heads into your direction. but draken remained stoic, never flinching when your chest brushed against his big arm just a little too close and emma's hand lingered a while longer on his biceps.

so you decided you had to take things further and got even bolder.

you once mindlessly 'forgot' your sweater over when you had to give him the homework he had missed the day before. your scent was sure to be spreading inside his whole room if he didn't throw it out. but he gave it to you the next day, clothe neatly folded in a bag as if your serious courting gift didn't happen. similarly, emma and you would bake a few of your favourite treats, showing off your cooking skills and handing it to him in a pretty box all cutely tied up with pink ribbons and glitters. he ate all of it and thanked you with a neutral smile, not even hinting that he might be just a tiny bit interested.

draken's self control was insane, making you actually question if he was an alpha for how little response he showed when you nearly drowned him in your sugary sweet pheromones. you swore you once saw his eyebrows twitch but you couldn't say anything else as he left you there right after.

you were so upset he wasn't responding accordingly and emma felt as frustrated as you. "what the hell is so disgusting about us that he won't even look our way", she huffed, cuddling closer to you in your nest, feeling vexed at his lack of reaction.

"don't say that emma! I'm sure with a little more time he'll finally give in", she looked at you unconvinced, but didn't say anything, preferring to let you stay optimistic about it.

and how right you were. it has only been two weeks of intensive courting and draken's patience was running thin. he didn't know how to feel, he didn't know how to react, but most importantly, he didn't know if you were aware of how unusually tempting the both of you were being.

draken knew you were dating, and he respected that. he opted for the role of a guard dog, chasing away people who thought you were easy preys and a real walking fantasy.

draken would've lied if he said seeing his two omega friends so close to him and giving him extra attention didn't flatter him. it made him soften up more than he'd like to admit.

he'd taken the habit of buying you guys food and sweets along with pastries, he had your tastes figured out and couldn't help but worry about whether you took care of yourselves properly.

he knew that was probably disrespectful and he didn't want any of you to know how he felt. he wanted to preserve that precious friendship and for you not to associate him with those lust-driven alphas.

when you invited him over to your house in one ultimate attempt to make him crumble, draken thought he was going to explode.

you guided him inside your nest room, forced him down next to the blankets and plushies – which you drowned in your scents a few minutes before – and proceeded to sit next to him on each side.

you settled on watching a movie after all but begging draken to actually stay over even if your little plumbing problem had been solved by him soon after he arrived. he gulped as he watched the two of you reach for the popcorn bowl you put in his lap, bending over each time you reached for a fist of your favourite treat.

draken kept growing hotter with each passing minutes as, weirdly, problems after problems seemed to arise. first, you mysteriously cut yourself, "draken, my finger hurts a lot. I think you should kiss it better". and emma watches with an amused smile how the big man softly treats your tiny wound, gently blowing on it after putting a bandage on it.

draken feels himself lose his patience even more after emma undresses herself, claiming it's always too hot when there are multiple people in the nest. removing her sweater, she's left with nothing but a tight top which barely covers her tits.

draken's scent is getting stronger and you take that as your first little victory as he always was so composed. you turn to emma who gives you a knowing look and you both agree to try something else. you were ready to risk it all, draken was either gonna accept your courting or your friendship was over !

"draken..." you start, "don't you like us?" the question came out more hesitantly than you expected and you waited for his response.

"... what?" he looks at you with visible confusion.

"oh come on, don't tell us you didn't notice how serious it was for us. it's like you don't even care" the annoyance in emma's voice is quickly replaced by hurt, her omega growing sadder at the rejection of her alpha.

draken felt himself panicking, almost clueless until he finally connects the dots. no wonder you were so clingy and acted this cute with him.

draken didn't know how to feel about having your full attention on him, but your little confession had him weak in the knees.

draken wasn't usually one to be this dumb about such topics. he'd say he's actually rather observant. but your attachment to him had totally been misunderstood, thinking you just liked him as a friend. he had forced himself to the point he tried to keep his distance with you because he didn't want to be a homewrecker, even with how his instincts nearly killed him each time he had to watch you close your door leaving him outside when all he wanted was to join you and take care of you like you deserved.

after the initial confusion, draken was ecstatic, like he had finally accomplished his utmost dream.

"if you don't like us courting you, just say it !"

"w-what? oh no, please don't believe that", he quickly denied your accusations, "I just didn't catch on it, I thought you liked me but not like..."

emma huffed, angry that draken was so slow. he noted both of your frustration and made it his priority to appease you.

"I'm sorry. i didn't mean to upset you. and I... really love you"

god, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. you looked at emma's sparkling eyes, your own scent growing sweeter by the joy you felt.

you took that as his permission to cuddle so you shimmied closer to him, strong arms falling on the both of you, shielding you like never before.

[planetdream]

— 2:36 AM

this post contains; smut [threesome—jooheon + changkyun. jooheon ass man agenda. spit. and spitroasting] 958 words

💌 kinda wanna bring the timestamps back???

The tension in the air is almost as thick as the feeling of Jooheon’s cock. The stretch of it stings in the best way; digging deeply with every thrust he makes into you. Jooheon keeps his palms pressed flat against your ass, spreading you open to get a full view of his cock disappearing into your cunt. He fucks into you slowly as he watches intently, groaning at how your wetness coats his shaft, cunt gripping around him. 

Changkyun, on the other hand, is fucking with you rather than fucking you, like you want. He smirks down at you, on your hands and knees as Jooheon fucks into you. Changkyun keeps his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, not needing to thrust them further into your mouth because you’re already doing the work for him. Mouth wide open around his fingers, attempting to take them as far down your throat as possible. 

“Just like a mindless slut,” Changkyun gives a wholehearted laugh. “Choking on my fingers like it's my cock.” 

Jooheon pays him no mind, hips moving no faster than they already were, either. Thrusting into you all the way to the hilt and then back out completely, over and over. 

The stimulation, yet lack thereof, that the two are giving you rides the line of overstimulation. They’ve given you just enough to not tease too badly, but at the same time, they’ve enveloped you into a new height of unwavering lust. It’s the unpredictability of the two that really gets to you. At one point of the night, they had been relentless with you, taking turns making you cum on their tongues; then their fingers, and then on their cocks—deep, intense thrusts to really drive their need into you. Then suddenly the mood lightened and rather than competing, the two were sharing you; feather light touches and soft kisses followed by praise and the occasional laugh. 

Somewhere within the haze of the moment they positioned you here. Teasing you; giving you what you want yet none of it at all, like they’re playing with their prey. 

Changkyun slips his fingers from your mouth, leaving you with a pout. It’s not worn for long because very soon after, Jooheon gives you a particularly deep thrust. Instead of a slow pull out, he’s swift and shallow, snapping his hips back and forth to drive his cock into you. His speed increases with each thrust until he finds a steady rhythm. Jooheon’s hand tangles into your hair, pulling you back against his cock, having you meet the rhythm of his thrusts. 

You bask in what Jooheon gives you. Muttering a small thank you in appreciation of the feeling of his cock. Moans spilling from your mouth carelessly as your hand moves to your breast, nipple between two fingers. You end up putting a little more focus into meeting the rhythm of Jooheon’s thrusts. Jooheon lets go of your hair, leaning back just a bit to let you do your thing. He does keep a hand on your back, meeting your thrusts for deeper impact as you throw your ass back against his hips. 

“Perfect piece of ass.” Jooheon says, hand sharp against the flesh of your ass. 

Changkyun reappears from wherever he had been, cold fingers against your face. He leans in to kiss you, perfect lips pressed against yours. The kiss is hot, heavy, full of need and sloppily wet. Changkyun holds his hand on the back of your head, holding you in his possession. Jooheon picks up where you left off, fucking up into you. Your kiss with Changkyun breaks and for a brief moment a string of spit connects the two of you; you exhale a moan. 

Changkyun presses his thumb against your lips as he speaks. “Hope you’re ready to use this pretty mouth of yours.”

“If it’s for you, always,” You give him a wink and he smiles towards you. Jooheon’s thrusts falter for just a moment until you acknowledge him. “You too, honey.” 

Jooheon gives you another slap on your ass and a cute little giggle before fucking back into you. Changkyun’s hand rests atop your head once more, fingers curling into your hair; he pushes your head down towards his cock. The two take a moment to allow you to get more comfortable in your pursuit to take both of them. Jooheon palms against your ass, both hands massaging each cheek. Changkyun soothes you in a similar manner, massaging your scalp. 

Changkyun watches as you take his cock in your hand; his cock jumps slightly at the feeling of your touch—a slightly cool hand against his warm shaft. You spit down onto his tip, running your hand over to spread it around. It takes a couple more coats of spit before your hand glides around his cock with ease. Changkyun moans, tilting his head back, nearly breathless at the feeling of your hand twisting up and down his cock. 

Your hand holds his cock at the base. Slipping your tongue from your mouth, you swirl it around the tip of Changkyun’s cock. You lock eyes with him and lay your tongue flat, slapping the head against your tongue. In one easy go, you take his full length in your mouth, keeping eye contact with him. You pull away from him, sucking the lines of spit back into your mouth. You give his cock a kiss and suck him into your mouth. 

You give the pair a thumbs up, an agreed upon sign to indicate your readiness. You close your eyes and exhale through your nose, shifting your weight to your hands and knees. The two give you a few more seconds to relax before enthralling you in the passion of being fucked. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[strangelysamantha]

HIIII!!!! can you write a JJ x routledge reader where he sees the reader struggling with their curly hair so he helps them? and, if possible, them confessing that they like JJ?

thank you already, i love your fluff concepts!!!

hair tech ❀

jj maybank × curly haired!reader.

warnings: none just cute fluff.

words: 2,249

summary: your hair wasn’t looking the way you wanted, so jj offered to try and learn to fix it. with the newly learned hair techniques, came the exposure of feelings. having to avoid telling john b, he conveniently walks in during the worst time.

request: yes!!

a/n: if you’ve sent in a request, i’m working on them! they will get done! :) i hope whoever sent this actually sees it. i’m worried i waited too long to write these requests :(. i also got carried away with this so hopefully you still like it!

masterlist link

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“jj my hair is so frizzy!” he frowns, seeing how upset you looked. “i’m sorry. at least i can say with confidence it doesn’t look bad!” he tries to lift the spirits but it doesn’t work. “i guess so, but it could look better.” he sighs, “honey… anything and everything could look better in this world, doesn’t mean much.” the words are more reassuring than you’d like to admit. “thank you.” you look up at him. he smiles, “hey, i can try and help you if you’d like?” he hesitates, “i’ll understand if you say no, i know i don’t know much about hair.” you shake your head fast, “no actually, i would love that.” he bites his lip with excitement. “okay! lead the way.”

you stay sat in front of the mirror, a comb, leave in conditioner, a spray bottle with water, and other assortment of tools are sprawled on the counter top. jj intensely examines every item, he claims he’s just getting a feel of what he’s working with, but you believe he’s trying to memorize what supplies you use so he can beat you to it when it comes to buying them in the future. you blush at the thought.

“so, what i like to start with is spray my hair down with water, comb it out, and then lather my hair in leave in conditioner.” you explain your technique. he nods listening, “have you tried that yet?” he asks. you shake your head, “no, i’m worried if i get my hair wet it’ll just look greasy.” he nods. “is that the worst thing that could happen?” you think for a second, “yeah, i think so. i mean my hair could fall out any minute but, overall i think that my biggest concern is the grease.” he nods. “you look pretty, regardless of if your hair is greasy or not.” you can’t help but look away. “you’re very sweet jj.” your compliment gives him butterflies. he reaches for the spray bottle. he separates your hair, giving each section a sprits. you were worried he’d “jokingly” spray you with water, but he refrained from doing so.

after your hair was slightly damp, he starts to comb it out. you can’t help but ask, “are you enjoying this,” he smiles, “i am. it’s fun.” he waits a second before continuing, “i never thought i’d be doing this which is a plus.” you laugh, “what can you say? it’s always something new for us pogues.” silence settles between you two again, but it isn’t awkward, it’s comfortable.

“can i tell you something?” you don’t know how to break the ice really, but you’ve been dying to tell jj how you really feel. “of course, i’m all ears.” you think for a second, “do you like anyone at the moment?” he smiled and looked down at you, “whose asking?” you roll your eyes playfully, “me, i’m just curious.” he nods, “well, i’m not sure. i don’t think i’m really ready for a relationship. you know, my dad and all that?” he begins putting on the leave in conditioner. “your hair is looking nice! i think it’s my magical touch.” you smirk, “oh yea totally… it’s not the 20 dollar conditioner you’re adding or anything.” he gasps, “twenty dollars!? why?” you shrug, “i’m not really sure. a lot of people with curly hair pay a bunch of money to maintain it.” he nods, “well there goes my plan for buying you more when you run out.” you point at him, “i knew you were looking a little too close at the products!” he sighs dramatically, “you caught me!”

“see and that’s why i like you, you were fully prepared to buy it for me.” jj stopped abruptly. “is everything okay? did you put too much?” he looks down at you, “that’s why you what?” he questions. “that’s why i like you?” you repeat, he looks concentrated. “i can’t tell if you mean, more than a friend?” you stare at him like a deer in headlights. it’s the perfect set up. without thinking of the consequences, you let it out. “i do like you more than a friend. that’s kinda why i asked about your crush.” he smiled at you and lightly used his hand to squeeze your cheeks. “why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” you roll your eyes, “rejection? maybe?” he nodded understandingly. “i forgot that’s a thing.”

“of course jj maybank forgot about rejection.” he immediately backtracks, “oh no i get rejected i just don’t mind.” you nod, “i wish i was that way.” he stares at you, and it’s unreadable. “so?” you question. “so what?” you can’t believe him, “what do you say?” he’s adding the final dab of leave in conditioner, “i say your hair is perfect.” you’ve been too focused on your confession you haven’t even checked on your hair. you look up in the mirror and see that the frizz died down, and the curls were in tact. you jumped up excitedly. “thank you so much!” he goes in for a hug and you happily accept. he continues, “i think you could have done it yourself, you were just frustrated which made it difficult.”

you wait to see if he mentions your confession, and after a few minutes of you two sitting on the couch, semi cuddling in silence, he speaks up. “so, about your confession.” your heart speeds up and you listen intently. “i really like you. but your my best friends brother, and he’d kill me if we dated.” you frown, “why?” he looks around, and gets quiet, “he wouldn’t like the idea of us making out and hooking up.” you sigh, but you understand. they are really close and you didn’t want to get between what they have. he places his hand on your thigh however, and the two of you make eye contact. “that doesn’t mean he has to know.” your shocked at his comment.

“he’d find out eventually which would make it worse.” while john b sometimes isn’t the brightest in the bunch, he notices change. he would easily be able to tell if something was happening between us. “let’s see. if we pretend for a bit, we can think of ways to break the news to him? i mean, he can’t be that mad, he never said when he introduced us that we couldn’t date.” you hear john b and pope talking outside, while the distance you were sitting at wasn’t necessary abnormal, you didn’t want to risk anything. you smoothly pulled your phone out and relaxed on the opposite end of the couch.

the door opened and they walked inside, john b announced his arrival and then laughed when he noticed he screamed for no reason since you both were on the couch together. pope immediately left the room to go to the bathroom. “since when do you guys hang out alone?” john b questioned. you look at him confused. “you told me when i met your friends that you wanted me to get close to them, and now you’re confused as to why we are close?” you laugh at his logic and he shrugs, “jj is different.” jj groans, “thanks man, appreciate it.” you look at your brother, “how?” john b blinks a few times before pointing a finger at jj. “he’s a heartbreaker, and i don’t want you to fall for his charm.” oh the urge you had to just exclaim right then and there that you already had fallen for it. “don’t worry john b, he’s not even my type.” he puts his hand on his hip and questions you. “oh really?” you nod, “yes really.” he laughs, “what’s your type then? who are you crushing on?” you blush, and avoid eye contact with jj, despite the fact you feel his eyes drilling on your skull.

“john b! stop!” you try to deflect but he wasn’t having it. “if you can tell me who you actually like that’s your “type”, then i’ll let it go and i’ll believe there’s nothing going on between you too.” you act confused, but decide to just give in. “well, you promise not to tell him?” you ask. john b smirks, “yes sis, i promise i won’t tell this guy you like him.” to make it more believable you glance over at jj too, “you too jj. promise you won’t tell him.” he’s staring at you, you can tell he’s holding back. “i promise. i won’t tell this mystery guy that he has your heart.”

“okay. well i kinda have a crush on rafe…” to make it more believable you add on, “i was at the beach yesterday.” you were there, so it’s accurate. “rafe was there. he looked so hot, his shirt was off and he was playing catch with topper. the ball accidentally flew my way, and he rushed over and immediately apologized. he then asked if i’d like to join, and i was too nervous to agree, but i told him i’d rather watch.” you glance over at jj, his face stern, his fist hidden from john bs view, was balled into a fist. john b cackles, “rafe! really?” you groan acting embarrassed. “hey! i never said i was proud of it.”

“what do you think of this jj? you’ve been awfully quiet.” john b interrogates jj, not fully sure your crush on rafe was real. “i think he’s a worser heartbreaker than me. and you..” he looks at john b, “should be more worried about him then me.” john b nods, the realization that his sister has a crush on a kook settling in. “oh no! no, not rafe. no way.” you frown and immediately get frustrated. “so you don’t want me to date jj, and now rafe?? who can i date?” he thinks for a second, “i’ll come back to you. let me think.” you lean back onto the couch, “okay, sure.” you cross your arms. “on that note i’m going to take a shower.” you nod and return back to your phone. pope still absent, and john b leaving the room left you alone with jj again. you stay quiet, engulfed in your phone.

he sighs. loudly. you glance up. “yes?” he shakes his head, frustrated. “we need to talk.” he stands up and reaches for your hand. you give it to him and follow him right out the front door, past a five minute walk to make sure everyone’s out of earshot. you stay silent.

“rafe cameron… out of every guy in this shitty town, he’s the one you choose? really?” you smirk, “why, are you jealous?” he stares at you. “yeah i’m fucking jealous. the girl i find out i have a mutual crush with decides five minutes later to go in detail about another jerk off guy.” you frown and walk closer to him. “what happened about lying to john b?” he breathes deeply. “i know. i know. it just? i don’t know why hearing that shit about rafe affected me so much.” your heart is racing. you want to make a move, and the last time you randomly initiated something it went well. “i can make you feel better.” he, still frustrated and jealous, didn’t know what you meant. you put your hand on his jawline, and softly pull him into a kiss. it lasts longer than a first kiss should, but it was soft, slow, and passionate. he groans when you pull away. “fuck. promise me that shit with rafe was fake?” you nod. “it’s fake. when i went to the beach he intentionally hit me with the ball, and all the interaction was him coming to get the ball and then asked me to move because i was in the way. total dick.”

this soothes his mind. “i don’t know why i’m already so possessive over you. you’re not even mine.” you bite your lip and look away from him. “i want to be yours. so bad jj.” his heart drops at your comment and he shyly smiles. “can we kiss again?” he questions you, and you’re so glad he asked. “yes please.” he pulls you in for another kiss. this one more passionate and rougher than the last. you pull away and ask him, “how long have you had a crush on me?” he pretends to do the mental math. “i always thought you were gorgeous when we first met, but for the last 8 months i’ve been so infatuated with you and i’ve been longing to be yours.” you bite your lip. “i’ve liked you since the first day i met you. your blue eyes entranced me and i knew there was no one else i could meet that would ever effect me and give me butterflies like you do.” your words shock him and all he can do is pull you into a tight hug. his muscular arms squeeze you and you inhale his scent. your new favorite place was his arms.

“will you be mine? in secret i mean, until we can figure out how to tell john b?” he was so nervous. you wrap your arms around his neck. “i never thought you’d ask.” you and jj sit farther away from the house, talking. you found yourselves moving closer to each other without even realizing it. by the end of the session, you were in jjs lap, facing the water, his arms wrapped around your torso. you felt safe, he felt at peace.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: This man's sleepy eyes have been burning in my brain all damn day. So I hadta write something.

C/W ::: F!reader, masturbation, mast. with toys, slight peeping, help w/mast., orgasm.

Happy Helper

Aizawa stands in the doorway of your bedroom and silently watches as you try to make yourself cum. You've pulled out a towel and laid it carefully across the bed so it's under your ass. The bottle of lube is there on the bedspread. Two toys: The glass piece, you're fucking yourself stupid with, the other one is lying between your feet. Nipple clamps are tight on your chest. You're rubbing your clit as you push and pull the glass piece in and out of your wet cunt. But none of it is right. None of it feels like it does when he does it to you.

When you do manage to hit the spot that he so effortlessly knocks around, you try and concentrate on where it's at so you can get yourself there. It's not as easy as you'd hoped, though. You can't seem to maintain the angle or the pressure for long enough. It's frustrating, to say the least.

After a while, Aizawa comes in and sits on the bed beside you.

"Oh my god!!" You shuffle and try to hide everything from him as he smirks at you. "It - I'm not - *aheh*. Fuck. How long have you been here?"

"I came in a while ago but didn't want to disturb you." His voice is smooth and low.

"How did you even ...? I thought you had work?"

Aizawa leans forward and brushes his thumb across your lower lip. "I snuck away. I wanted to see you."

You melt under his touch and kiss his thumb as he pulls it away. "That's really sweet."

"Now, why don't you show me what you're working on here." He nods to the toys lying beside you. "Maybe I can help."

You bite your lip and look down at your pussy as he lifts up the toy inside you. It's covered in your slick and is warm from being inside you for so long.

Aizawa runs his finger around the edge of your hole as he pulls out the glass piece. "You were getting close."

"Not quite," you say with a pout.

There is a slight milky residue around your entrance and stuck to the bend in the toy. He licks it and runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "Sweet. Like honey."

He chuckles and leans in to kiss you. "I have an idea that might help."

Aizawa gets up and goes to his bag in the living room. When he returns, he has a black box in his hands. You recognize it immediately. Your face turns bright red.

"You want me to use that?" you ask as he sets it down on the bed.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Just thought it might help." He leans against the wall and watches you curiously.

You've used a vibrator before, but this one is different. It's long and thick with bumps and ridges. It's a little intimidating, if you're being honest. But you know Aizawa will be right there to help you.

You start by laying back and getting comfortable. You're still wet from the lube and your own juices, so the glass piece slips in easily. You can feel the cool metal of the clamps on your swollen nipples. It makes you shiver.

Aizawa watches as you get settled and then turns on the vibrator. He sets it to the lowest setting and brings it over to you. You feel nervous and exposed with him standing there watching you. But you also feel a rush of excitement at the thought of him being there with you.

You reach your hand out and take the toy from him. You hold it against your clit, and your legs twitch in response. You bite your lip and turn the toy up a bit. It feels good, but not quite right.

Aizawa reaches down and moves the toy away from your clit.

"W-what are you doing?" You ask, more shyly than you probably needed to. But the timidity of your voice sends his cock into a frenzy in his pants.

"I'm just trying to help," he says with a sly grin. He takes the toy and turns it up a few more clicks until it's buzzing loudly in your ears. "Try this."

He holds the vibrator against your clit and you moan almost instantly. The feeling is intense and overwhelming. It's like your whole body is humming with pleasure. Your breathing becomes ragged as you get closer to the edge.

Aizawa pulls the toy away for a second, and you whine in protest.

"Don't worry," he says with a smirk. He twists the glass piece and pushes it in a bit further and turns the vibrator back on.

You cry out in surprise as the vibrations hit your clit and push against your g-spot. The feeling is incredible. You've never felt anything like it. You writhe and moan as he holds the toy against you.

"That's it, kitten. Let it go. Cum for me."

His words are enough to send you over the edge. You cum hard and fast, screaming his name and grabbing onto the sheets for dear life.

When you finally come down from your high, Aizawa is still standing there with a satisfied look on his face. He turns off the vibrator and pulls it away from you.

"Better?"

"Oh my god, yes. That was amazing. Thank you." You can't believe how quickly he got you to cum. You feel exhausted and energized at the same time.

Aizawa leans in and kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips.

"Anytime, I'm happy to assist."

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @callm3senpaii @bakubunny @arlerts-angel

[lovingdilfs]

Don’t get caught honey (smut)

started watching "the scandal" so I got an idea with Big Daddy Elvis :)

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, sex.

ohhhhh what´s happening... my clothes are suddenly gone!

“Elvis you have to stop or we will get caught” you whispered, while Elvis was buried into your neck, leaving hot kisses on your sensitive spot. Elvis pulled away from your neck, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he grinned at you. "Who said anything about getting caught?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. He leaned in for another kiss, but you pushed him away gently. "Seriously, Elvis," you said, trying to keep your voice stern. "We can't keep doing this. Someone is going to catch us." Elvis shrugged, his expression still playful. "Let them catch us," he said. "I don't care." You sighed, knowing that arguing with him was pointless. Instead, you leaned in for a quick kiss, then took a step back. "Come on," you said. "We need to get back before anyone notices we're gone." You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, and you couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. As you reached the door, you turned back to him. "Promise me you'll be careful," you said, your voice soft. Elvis nodded, his expression serious for once. "I promise," he said. "But you know I can't resist you." You grinned, knowing that he was right. "Just try to resist getting us both into trouble," you said, before slipping out the door and heading back to the party.

As you walked back to the party, the weight of your secret affair with Elvis settled heavily on your shoulders. You knew it was risky, reckless, and even a little bit stupid, but you couldn't help the way you felt when you were with him. No one knew about you and Elvis had been secretly fucking for the last month, and you were determined to keep it that way. The thought of what would happen if anyone found out - the scandal, the shame, the judgment - made your stomach churn. You could see already the headline of the newspaper “Elvis Presley and his little helpless affair with his left-wing” But at the same time, the excitement of sneaking around with Elvis, of doing something forbidden and taboo, made your pulse race. Every time you were with him, it was like a rush of adrenaline that left you dizzy and breathless.

You tried to push the thoughts of Elvis out of your mind and focus on the party, but it was proving to be much more difficult than you had anticipated. And then you felt it - the unmistakable feeling of someone's eyes on you. You turned, and sure enough, there was Elvis, leaning against the wall with a sly grin on his face. He was staring at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, and you could feel your cheeks flush with heat. You tried to ignore him, to act like he wasn't even there, but it was no use. His gaze was like a physical touch, stripping you down with his bare eyes until you felt like you were standing there naked in front of him. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you made your way over to him. "What are you looking at?" you asked, trying to sound casual. Elvis shrugged, his grin widening. "Just admiring the view," he said, his voice low and husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice. You knew you should walk away, that this was dangerous and reckless, but you couldn't resist him. Not when he looked at you like that, not when his touch sent electric currents through your body. “Wanna dance honey?” Elvis asked, his hand extended towards you with a playful grin on his face. You felt a thrill of excitement shoot through you at the prospect of being close to him, moving with him to the rhythm of the music. Without hesitation, you took his hand, and he led you onto the dance floor. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and the energy of the crowd was palpable. But none of it mattered because all you could focus on was Elvis.

As the two of you swayed to the music, you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and it was like all the worries and doubts you had been feeling just melted away. "You shouldn't stare at me like that," you told him, and his face scrunched up in confusion. "Why not?" he asked, as he pulled you closer to him. "Because it looks inappropriate. A boss shouldn't gaze at his assistant in that way," you replied, feeling his hands tighten around you. "What do you mean, 'in that way'?" he inquired, and you felt his body press against yours. "As if you've seen me naked," you clarified. “Baby, the funny thing is…” Elvis looked around to see if anyone was listening “I have seen every inch of your perfect body” You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. “Elvis, please," you said, looking around nervously. "We can't keep talking like this. What if someone hears us?" Elvis looked around too, then leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Meet me at our spot in 10” he gave your cheek a kiss.

As Elvis disappeared into the crowd, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your racing heart. You had tried to resist him, to tell yourself that this was a bad idea, but it was like an irresistible force was drawing you to him. Ten minutes later, you found yourself at the spot where you and Elvis had shared so many intimate moments before. Elvis was already there, waiting for you with a grin on his face. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. “Baby I need You so badly right now” he whispered under his breath, You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, your lips hungry for his. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the passion building with each passing moment. "then take me baby." you whispered against his lips. With that, Elvis lifted you up and carried you over to the bed, where he laid you down gently. He crawled on top of you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he touched you, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

Your moans grew louder and more urgent. “Baby, I need you to be quiet” he laid a hand over your mouth to mute the moans that left your mouth. You reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues tangling together as the passion between you grew. You could feel him getting harder against you, “open your legs for me honey” he said, his voice low and husky. You pulled your dress up a bit and spread your legs wide open for him, “oh baby, you gonna be the death of me… no panties for daddy” Elvis murmured with a groan of pleasure, as he pushed your dress up further and slipped his hand between your thighs. His fingers found your hot and wet center, and he began to stroke and rub your sensitive folds. You arched your back and moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Elvis leaned down and captured your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to pleasure you with his skilled fingers. You could feel your body building towards a powerful climax, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge. “Elvis I’m gonna come” you whimpered. “Do it, baby! Leave a mess on my fingers” he groaned out, as your walls tightened around his fingers, leaving your juices surrounding his fingers, your body shaking with pleasure as Elvis continued to stroke you through it all. “Oh, those pretty sounds!”. You looked up at him, feeling a sense of ecstasy wash over you as you basked in the afterglow. “Ready for round two baby?” He asked. You grinned up at him, feeling a renewed sense of desire building within you. "Absolutely," you replied, pulling him down for another kiss. He pulled away just long enough to remove his pants before returning to hover over you. And then, he entered you, slowly at first, but then picking up pace as the pleasure intensified. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in closer as he thrust into you, each thrust was deep enough to hit the sensitive spot in your cervix, The feeling of him inside you was almost overwhelming, and you knew that you were close to the edge. As if he could sense it, Elvis reached down and began to rub your clit, the sensation pushing you over the edge as you cried out his name. Elvis continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, collapsing onto your chest as he caught his breath. The two of you lay there, tangled up in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet after the storm. After a few moments, Elvis rolled over and looked at you, a soft smile on his face. "You're amazing," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I don't know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy." You smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. “Elvis we better get moving before people get suspicious about us,” you said leaning in for a kiss before getting up. He grabbed your arm pulling you back down “let’s just stay here for a minute” he held you tight in his embrace.

[fugamsemidei]

"We met here, for starters. It's not a very long story, really." Says Honey, expression sobering a little. "Though...like most here, it doesn't start the happiest, necessarily."

"She and Nobone had belonged to humans before arriving here. I...felt like I couldn't connect with them, initially, being wild my whole life. We were few in number here, back then; I had so few I could relate to. All the others who'd been there back then have moved on, now."

"I'd....never seen a Pokemon so spiteful and angry before, and to this day I think that's still an unbroken record, haha." He laughs a bit at the memory. "She was so intense, I didn't really know how to approach her at first. She seemed to be here begrudgingly, almost. Glaring at any who offered her aid."

"But I'm not really one to back down from someone in need, no matter how bitter the gaze."

"I....realized that our feelings, different as they were, came from the same place." Honey explains. "She was so, so angry, while I hadn't given myself the space to feel that way about my own loss. But I saw myself in her all the same."

"I told her that humans had taken my daughter, too. She hadn't expected me to say that, and the surprise calmed her down. She apologized for snapping. We had something in common, and it got us talking."

He smiles fondly. "And....over time, after that we just kept spending time together. She told me later that she'd felt like I had in the beginning: like none of the others really could relate to her situation. That me showing up was a wake-up call that being bitter towards the others was pointless, and holding her back from recovering."

"It wasn't just one interaction and we felt better, of course. It took a long time to work our way up to being as comfortable around each other as we are. But I'd say now that she's the best thing that happened to me, the most important Pokemon in my life since I lost my daughter."

"N-not to say the kids we care for here don't count!" He quickly clarifies. "They absolutely do, and we love them dearly. But...after everything that happened to us...we finally feel ready to raise a kid again. Not that we have any idea how to have one that's both of ours in a biological sense. But we'll figure it out! Either way I'm excited."

(( @asktidethegastrodon ))

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 136

Chapter 136: "Maze"

Again, they're so lucky none of the psycho demons show up during their time at this fake Goldy Pond. That would be like.. the Seven Walls: extreme mode. The fact that giant guns can spawn in the middle of nowhere is quite the shock though. I dunno if this place is as quiet as the GF house was before Isabella & the children showed up, but if so, then it's gotta be chilling to be here without the sound of bullets flying around and the usual hunt music.

I know they're both full-scorers and therefore smart as hell but how can you successfully keep track of every room you enter, along with all their variations, on top of dealing with the annoying bzzt noises and your surroundings constantly glitching in front of your eyes? How are y'all not going completely insane at this point??

I can see myself getting so frustrated in a place that has no sense of direction or clues on how to proceed further, or any indication that progress is being made, so I applaud them so much for dealing with this chaos for who knows how long they've been trapped here.

Missing out on seeing Emma deal with a younger Ray is so unfortunate too. Yeah they're in a real intense situation right now but I don't doubt Emma had to make fun of him at least once.

So insanely proud that he managed to make some kind of sense out of everything and figure out the hidden meanings behind that mark they once saw at the temple.

It really is a lot of information to take in, so I can't blame Emma for being totally lost. Don't worry honey, you'll figure it out soon enough. And I love that she does, not only because it's a big move on her part but how this arc give the duo both clear moments to showcase exactly why they're premium goods.

For a guy who always thinks logically, this place truly has to be hell for Ray to experience. Aaahh I feel so bad for my son!

Nothing to lose except your sanity and you're already on some thin ice with that, sweetie.

Seeing one of your closest friends falling apart piece by piece (literally) and blowing away like dust in the wind has definitely gotta be so frightening to witness.

I always have mixed feelings about Ray breaking down once Emma vanishes. On one hand it's like c'mon buddy, we're giving up already? But on the other hand, I understand his pain because how the hell would someone recover from seeing that? If anything bad happens to Emma, then Ray's mental stability crumbles, just as he did after Norman's shipment. My boy needs his two living emotional crutches okay.

Not me suddenly thinking about how Ray can sympathize with human-world Emma by mentioning he once lost his memories too and making myself upset oh no. But yes, seeing our girl jump out of the cabinet like that is so adorable.

Favorite panel/moment:

I'll always be upset the anime denied us of seeing the GP arc, but I'll be just as disappointed they skipped out on the Seven Walls too! The anime could've showed us so much! All the rooms might have been repetitive sure, but the more we experience it, the easier we can understand the same kind of stress the duo felt while wandering through this maze as well. That whole idea reminds me of the infamous "Endless Eight" arc now that I think about it.. so perhaps that's why I'm so fond of this arc.

I love that no matter how frustrated Ray becomes, he still remembers to take care of the both of them. She's not upset by his outburst either. She knows exactly how hard he's pushing himself to try and figure out this chaotic place.

Also this panel. I dunno why but I always liked how he looks here.

[andie-cake]

Fuck yeah I do 👀👀👀

the people have spoken! here's more of my nmt fan script ideas!

the first one is "house of a thousand eyes", which i've talked about before and predates wolves bite! by a hot couple of months. but icymi, the gist of the idea is that the crew of a skeezy big brother-esque reality show comes to hatchetfield and auditions a handful of locals for the chance to be on the show. but uh-oh! it's all a trap, and now the contestants can never leave the set! and what's worse, the director is hellbent on causing strife and bloodshed among the prisoners, and does not take kindly to their orders being disobeyed. so it's up to the contestants to work together to find a way to escape their captors, which is easier said than done considering they're always being watched by a thousand eyes. basically, i liked the idea of hatchetfield taking the piss out of reality tv, so i came up with This Thing. it's the darkest of the three ideas i've come up with, but my main concern is that i feel like it'd be way too easy for it to veer into senseless torture porn, and i've made it very clear that i think torture porn is a lousy fit for hatchetfield. also, i have no idea who the contestants are.

second up is "currently untitled renn fair story", which is obviously not the final title, but i am genuinely struggling to come up with one. hatchetfield is holding its first ever renaissance fair, and the citizens are (mostly) ready and willing to give it their all and make this the most damn fine renn fair in the whole midwest! folks are pulling out all the stops with the old-timey aesthetics and mannerisms. they even got a goatherd guy! but not all is well, as one xander lee is sent to investigate a possible temporal distortion within the town that is now rapidly growing in size and intensity. though xander initially plans to put on a "lost time-traveler" act so the over-eager townsfolk don't suspect anything, the act soon becomes real as hatchetfield really has been turned into a renaissance-era town! and the temporally-confused citizens of hatchetfield are none too pleased with xander's snooping around. so it's up to xander and an above-the-influence teenage boy named daniel to find out what's going on, and hopefully revert hatchetfield back to normal. this one's a lot goofier than house of a thousand eyes, but it's still got a grim edge to it. hell, it's the only one i've got an ending idea for so far, and it's pretty bleak (though whether or not that sticks remains to be seen). still, there's a lotta gaffs and goofums involving familiar hf citizens acting all old-timey to be had, my personal favorite being a gag about emma and ziggs selling edibles under the guise of it being "ergot-contaminated bread".

this next one, however, is pure silliness. just straight up clownery. it's called "tim houston is goin' to high school", and i'm sure you can all infer the plot based on the title alone. tim houston has somehow been sucked into the world of that classic christmas-themed high school musical film, santa claus is goin' to high school. to get home, he must tag along with the film's cheesy and creepy-if-you-think-about-it-for-more-than-two-seconds protagonist, kris kringle and his screechy elf sidekicks, and try to see the film through to the end. not an easy task when the film's antagonist, jacqueline frost, realizes she can use tim as leverage/ransom to bring kris kringle down once and for all. not to mention, tim's presence is not only creating new plotlines that drag the film's runtime out, but he also seems to be inadvertantly causing the movie's characters to gain awareness of their status as one-dimensional high school stereotypes in a shitty christmas movie for preteens who are too edgy for rudolph and frosty. and they are not taking it well. in my mind, this would be a double-length story a la honey queen or yellow jacket, with a few diagetic songs thrown into the mix! the big issue, as any dcom enthusiasts may have noticed by now, is that this plot is a total knockoff of teen beach movie and i swear i didn't mean for it to be.

[lovemesomesurveys]

[chasingghosts @ bzoink]

What TV shows are you watching at the moment?   I watch a lot of shows, but I’m not watching anything at this particular moment. 

Do you enjoy having deep, philosophical conversations?   Yeah, with certain people. 

Have you ever studied human anatomy?   Just in biology. I’ve never taken an actual anatomy class. 

Do you plan to do much or go anywhere tomorrow?   Ugh, I have a doctor appointment in the morning. Right now going to doctor appointments are an extra big pain in the ass because I have to get up earlier cause it takes me longer to get ready and I have to be ready for when the gurney transport service arrives. They always come like 30 minutes earlier, which is annoying cause that’s just more waiting for me. Plus, we have to give them an estimated time to come back to pick me up, but there’s never any telling how long an appointment is going to take. If I’m done early, we have to wait until they come back at the time we gave them. Anyway, yeah, it sucks.

What was your favourite fairytale when you were growing up?   Does Alice in Wonderland count? I always say that.

Did you feel bored before you started this survey?   Nah, I was just watching YouTube videos. 

Have you applied for a job recently?   No.

Do you have vivid dreams?   Oh man, sleep on sleeping medication is pretty wild. I have some intense dreams, too. I sometimes wake up with a headache and I’m like is that my body’s way of forcing me to get up from this dream or what?

Would you have more word documents or images saved on your computer?   I only have a few images shaved on here. 

Have you ever experienced severe health anxiety?   Yes. 

Do you have a drink with you right now and if so, what is it? If not, what would you like to be drinking right now?   >> I have a cup of juniper mint honey tea that's almost finished.

Are you home alone right now?   No.

What do you use - haha, lmao, lol, rofl? Something else entirely?   I use all of them except for rofl.

What noises can't you stand to hear?   Eating sounds is definitely at the top of the list. 

What's your favourite pasta shape?   Spaghetti or angel hair. I like thin noodles. 

What state, territory or province do you live in?   I live in California.

Would you rather be sleeping right now?   I just took my sleeping medicine so I’ll be sleeping soon. 

Are you still in touch with anyone you went to high school with?   I mean, I’m “friends” with several people from high school on Facebook. 

Do you use the Notes app on your phone much? If so, what for?   Yeah, quite often. I make lists, reminders, random stuff. 

Who did you last have a deep conversation with?   My mom. 

Do you prefer floral or fruity scents?   I much prefer fruity scents. 

What's your favourite non-dairy milk?   Oat milk.

Do you have any tattoos? If so, tell me about one.   Nope.

Where are your siblings right now? My brother is headed to New York and my brother is at home in Georgia. And I’m just here... stuck in bed.... doing nothing. 

Which sibling are you closest to, both physically (distance) and emotionally? My younger brother. As of now we still live together and we’re also just very close despite the fact we’re a decade apart. He’ll be moving later this year with his boyfriend, though, so we won’t be as close distance wise anymore. :(

Did you attend pre-school as a kid?   >> I did.

What's something you need to buy soon? Nothing In particular at the moment.

Have you ever been evicted from your home? If so, did you think it was fair?   No, I haven’t. 

If you could learn any language, what would it be?   >> I can learn any language -- Duolingo is right there. that's partially facetious (they don't have everything) but like... language learning isn't an entirely inaccessible proposition like it used to be. >>>

Do you go to cemeteries regularly? Who do you visit? No. I don’t have any reason to. None of my loved ones are buried and I feel comfortable just hanging out at cemeteries.

[ppatricia34me]

Isn't it lovely Part 3

His movements became more intense, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back and surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, losing myself  completely  by desire.

(Patricia POV 15 days later)

Lately I had been feeling Irritable more qwick to snap or cry, I was laying in bed, a book resting on my Pillow as I laid on my stomach reading it.

I didnt even Notice the yellow  Animatronic rabbit entering oure bedroom.

Suddenly I felt a dip in the bed and a par of cold hands wrapping around My slightly bloated belly, he nuzzled my neck, purring into it, I rolled my eyes.

“Mmm,honey bun~!” he wisped lowly, rubbing my belly.

I let out a low Unimpressed growl, he seemed to like it because he just nuzzled me more.

“Aww, cant i get some loving from my honey bun before i leave for one of my many Pizzeria ~!” He Practically purred, vibrating my neck.

I rolled my eye once more, my cheeks slightly flushed as i gave his fuzy yellow cheeks a soft kiss, he let out a playful growl and kissed my neck back, with his slimy kisses.

I let out a soft Whimper like moan as his sharp teeth lightly brushed my sentive skin.

“Mmm, is there anything from the bar I can get Carney to make you for lunch?” he asked husky, running his teeth over my neck.

I didnt even have to think hard about what i wanted.

“Ung anything but pizza!” I Groaned lightly.

“I thought you loved  piazz~!” he spoke hushedly into my neck, smirking.

“I do, But every day!” I spoke softly.

He You let out of love chuckle and practically pick me up spinning me around the room in his arms before setting me back down and placing a quick slimy kiss to my lips.

“Ronger that honey bun~!” he winked and snapped his fingers, And exit out of a familiar yellow door.

(Qwines POV)

It had been 15 days since we last saw her, On her birthday no less, None of us could stay away from Jeffs Pizza, I even paid Jeff to let The girls and I set up camp in our cars in the parking lot, we couldn't risk missing her, Truly all we had left of her was her backpack that we dug out of the ball pit, what Ever creature took her certainly didn't want her to have communication with Anyone being that she pretty much kept everything in her bag.

We sat in the same booth as the day of the party, I stared dangers at the ball pit, The soft netting Made the pit look more like a prison every passing day.

“Qwine…Mabey we should just call the Police?’ Carly's soft voice came out pulling me from my staring contest with the accursive ball pit.

“Oh sure Carly, Lets call the copes, Um hello yes offer oure Best friend was pulled into an old ball pit by a freaky monster, I'm sure that'll go over great!” I Sarcastically snapped.

Carly Sunk into her seat a little and Emma sent me a garler as cold as ice as she Comforted her.

Sundly the front door Bell chimed and a white Tiger animatronic walked in wearing a black T-shirt with a faded band logo and ripped blue jeans, I Felt my jaw hit the ground, In the last few days I started to notice more and more animatronics moving into town, It wasn't uncommon nowadays being that the safety Acts for robot jobs had peaked in the early 2000s due to animatronic bands being not as popular and putting most out of jobs, Usually they moved to big cities not small towns.

The white tinger looked over at use, Seemingly intrigued but also synthetic as he walked over to our booth.

“Um..Hello, are you guys all right?” he asked softly.

“Oh yha..Peatchy!” I Grumbled rolling my eyes.

Emma kicked my leg from under the table shooting me a glare and then turning to the attention of the white tiger.

“S..Sorry about him, Our best friend is missing and were Hoping will chach her here!” Emma Kindly and casually spoke.

The Electronics seemed to fidget slightly, Me knew something.

“W..W..Whaer was the last spot you saw her?” he asked nerivesly.

“The ball pit, OMG HAVE YOU SEEN HER, DO YOU KNOW WAER SHE IS?!” Carly Enthusiastically spoke gripping the table in her excitement.

The tiger let out a shaky breath.

“I have a feeling I know waer she is, but I cant Take you to the exact spot but I can take you where her captor might be!” the tinger spoke.

I fealit my heart drop into my Still make it as I looked at the other two.

There faces Full of smiles and big eyes, Now it was  my turn to take a nervous breath.

“Then lets go!” I spoke up, the Girls practically flung themselves out of the booth.

I grabbed Patricias bag, a Determined look on my face as we fallowed the tinger over to the pit.

“I’m going to need you all to link arms with me.” The tinger said.

I released an Eyebrow, but with a quick glare from Emma and Carly I complied, Emma was the closest to the tinger and i was at the end and Carly was in the middle.

He pulled us Carefully in and once we were submerged he called “Ready?” We all nodded our heads in agreement, And then we are plunged.

[blackberryblueberry]

M, sixth meeting

After the whirlwind move, M kissed me on the cheek before I got out of his car and told me to let him know when I'd settled in. I didn't contact him. I felt intense disappointment about falling for him in spite of many signs that he didn't want a relationship and saw this as a casual thing. Could I even trust my own feelings? Was I being puppeted by oxytocin? Was it that easy to attach? I needed to stop chasing mirages. I decided to let go, to try to find an appropriate partner.

Two weeks later M texted me. I responded immediately. We went back and forth a bit and made vague plans to hang out. M picked me up and drove us to Flushing for food and then the park at College Point, where we sat on a stone bench and ate lychees. In the intervening two weeks I'd moved past hoping for anything from him other than friendship, so I had intended to keep the mood platonic. We stood by the water and watched the planes land at Laguardia, backgrounded by the Manhattan skyline, and M put his hand on my back and I didn't object. I hadn't ever been to this part of this city and hadn't realized that Rikers Island was next to LaGuardia, such that the incoming jets flew directly over the prison. M said that he'd often bike up here on his own. On the walk back to his car I asked him absently if he'd texted his father for father's day, only to realize immediately that this was his first father's day after his father had passed away.

We tried to drive to Orchard Beach but it was closed, so we drove onward to City Island instead. We ate at an elaborately decorated seafood restaurant (large wooden fish decked in neon signs and model propeller planes hung from the ceiling). Then we walked down to the bay and sat on the wall marking where private property began. There were sailboats sitting in the bay and the moonlight played on the water and ahead was still the Manhattan skyline. We sat on the concrete wall for a while. We drove through the Bronx down past Mott Haven and back to my neighborhood in Queens. It was 2am and the highways were mostly empty. M looked for parking in his usual spot, but found none; as we crawled slowly and inquisitively over the bridge, sex workers peered into our car.

At my apartment, we cut up some honey melon. I showered, and then he did, but first he fixed my over-door hanger so that the bathroom door could shut. It didn't seem clear to me that we'd even hook up, or who would initiate it, and eventually he kissed me. We kissed and groped a bit. He was the only person who'd ever licked my nipples in a way that felt good. I asked whether we might try something, but I couldn't think of anything to try, so we just talked about trying things, and eventually we talked about domination, and contempt, and being mean, and resistance, and conflict. And we got on the subject of hating, and he said, "I don't think I could be a you-hater" and I said, "I don't think I could be a you-hater either" and he asked, "Why not?"

"I think you would beat me to it. Any character flaws I saw you'd already have seen."

"I don't think hating has to be about finding character flaws," he said. He said that you could hate constructively, like telling your friend, "Why are you doing that shit, you know it doesn't matter, why don't you do what matters?" I was in awe at the idea of constructive hating. I think I said something vague about hating on clout-chasing and careerism, but it seemed to infect everything, and he said that it was more possible to withstand these things once he'd clarified his own values. He was right, I knew he was right. "You're wise," I said. At that moment I grew very tired. It was 5am. "I feel like I've hit a wall," I said.

"A sleepy wall?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go to bed."

We crawled into bed, and I think we could have just slept, but then I kissed him and pulled him on top of me. He ate me out, putting his fingers inside me at the same time, and at times I almost came, but not quite. Then I went down on him. When I raised my head, he pulled me up, and I crawled onto my stomach while he put on the condom (Okamoto 3.0), and then maneuvered me onto my knees. He fucked me, pulling my hair, and then I lowered down to the bed, and twisted to kiss him. He turned me onto my back and pulled my legs over his shoulders. We fucked that way, with me all folded up, a position I've now gotten used to because of him. He fucked me intensely and then broke off, flopping down next to me. "Did you come?" I asked.

"No," he said, in a tone like it should've been obvious.

I held him for a bit. We were breathing heavily. He kissed my forehead. Eventually I climbed on top of him to ride him. That's how he eventually came, fucking me from below. He was groaning and I could see the whites of his eyes as they rolled back into his head. He held my hips and pushed me down onto his dick as he came. It seemed like he was having a powerful orgasm.

And it felt good for me too. I lay down next to him, and he held me and kissed my face all over, including in the inner corner of my eyes--a very tender type of kiss. It would have been nice to get this type of kiss from someone who loved me. He took my hand and turned on his side so that I was big spoon. I couldn't sleep. Eventually I left the room and went to sleep on my couch, but I didn't have my ear plugs so I couldn't sleep then either. The birds were chirping loudly, and a few hours later there came the usual thumps from upstairs like a kid was running around.

I remembered that I had to go to work early. At 9am I went into the room and woke him. "You can let yourself out," I said. "Don't forget to take the leftovers." He nodded OK to all of it. I kissed him, but he didn't seem interested in the kiss. On my way out I doubled back and said, "Let me know if you want to see the Kaurismaki on Tuesday, I can get comp tickets." He was on his phone. "Sure," he said, in a way that indicated that he wouldn't.

The whole day I didn't hear from him, not even to let me know that he'd left my apartment. At work I learned that the project I'd worked on for two years had been terminated. I hadn't cared about it the entire time - I'd thought it was shit code written for a shit purpose - but knowing that it'd been terminated cemented a feeling of directionless and pointlessness, and also loss and self-abandonment. I wanted my work to feel purposeful. Seeing M felt pointless, too. I wanted to be around people who gave a shit about me and to work on things that mattered to me.

[romanoffsbish]

A Chance Encounter: Battle of the Exes

Scarlett Johansson x John Doe(😂)

Jess Valdez (OC) x Fem!Reader

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Dinner & a Movie … Star (Previous)

Warnings: Alcoholism(mentioned), Dead OC!Child, Grief, shitty ex

Stood before you was none other than Jess, wearing their nicest suit—the exact same one that used to make you swoon—the top button purposefully undone with a bottle of your favorite wine held up in front of their face. Their cocky smirk was quick to fall at the sight of the unfamiliar infant hanging on your hip, and neither of you really knew what came next in this already intense stare off, even Carson's happy babbling had stopped while he surveyed the current situation with his wide eyes.

"Y/N, honey, your timer's going off.."

—————

You really wished Scarlett had read the silence better, but you digress, because now all you wanted to do was sink into the floor at the sight of your soon to be officially divorced partners expression. It was a mix between genuine pain, obvious jealousy, but as was par the course anger outweighed anything else, and it was proven through their backhanded comments.

"So, that's why you wanted the weekend's off?" They question over a bitter chuckle, and you have to remember you're holding a baby when you go to reply.

"Excuse me?" You ask with a pointed glare, not liking where they were taking this at all, and absolutely ready to fight back if they didn't reroute themselves since you never even offered up weekends—they took them.

"Who is it then? Nancy from the office, she did always want to fuck you..."

With that you'd stepped out the door, shutting it quietly, but the walls were only so thick..

"Hey, watch the way you speak, our daughters just inside the house, and we agreed to never downgrade the other in front of her."

"Well, her mama's clearly being a whore in front of her, so —."

"I'm going to stop you right there, I'm having a dinner play date for Angie and Riley's family.

But isn't that fucking rich, you cheated, and I can't even consider dating after we've been legally separated for nearly six months." You cut them off with an aggressive scoff, but they just overlook you in the hopes of finding a leg to stand on.

"The divorce isn't even finalized yet."

"The only reason it's unfinished is because you won't stop fighting it in the hopes of changing my mind. Newsflash Jess, but what once was is now over, your hold on my heart was gone far before you cheated, and that's a choice you made. I guess it's not true what they say—absence, unfortunately doesn't make the heart grow fonder."

While the both of you continue to bicker Scarlett could vaguely hear the elevating voices so she turned the oven down to a warming setting, and sent the girls off to wash up before they could register the obvious disputing. Once they'd made it up the stairs, giggling as they went, Scarlett proceeded to open the front door to see who'd shown up to disturb the peace.

Jess had been raging on about how lame of a partner you were, something about how had you just been a bit more adventurous in the bedroom maybe they would've remained loyal. It wasn't true, they just wanted to hurt you the same way that they hurt, as if cheating on you wasn't enough. Deep down the failed marriage had been their biggest regret, losing you so soon after losing your son had been beyond debilitating. Jess had been so distraught over Josh that they silently took to drinking, then to cheating, and to this day they fail to admit to you that the reason they miss so many weekends is because staying sobers near impossible at this point and they don't want Angie to see her Deda that way.

Jess immediately stopped their vicious attacks on you at the sight of the Scarlett Johansson. You'd been so zoned out that you failed to feel the presence behind you, but the sudden silence had brought you back to the moment.

"Oh jeez was that all Jess? What stopped you from going on, I can see it in your eyes that you weren't anywhere close to done, so please go on and tell me what it is." You humorlessly chuckle out, but before you could taunt further a beautiful voice speaks up from behind.

"Y/N, honey, dinners ready, and the girls are upstairs washing up. Do you need any help?"

You turn to face her, and your chest flutters as you hear that she'd shielded the younger girls from the mess that was Jess off on a tangent. Then you saw the clear change in her tone from soft to dangerous when she turned to face your ex while "asking you" a question.

"Thanks Scar, how about you take this little guy inside, I'm sorry that I hadn't already..."

Carson whines slightly but then he nuzzles into his mother's comforting embrace and your heart melts at the sight.

"Don't worry about it, don't be too long now, the food can't stay under the warmer forever."

"I'll be right behind you."

Jess's expression had went from angry to starstruck, to shocked, then rounded right back to furious within less than sixty seconds at the sight of Scar's hand gripping your shoulders. Seeing just how soft she'd been while speaking to you they could tell there was something real blooming here, and that there truly was no going back. The fury momentarily melted into bitter acceptance once you'd turned to face them, and it was obvious how much calmer she'd been able to make you with subtleties.

"Look Jess, if you want to see Angie come back in an hour after their playdate is over, and you can take her out to ice cream or something. Clearly you'd had different plans, but plans can, and should change."

"No... I'll just come next weekend, I promise."

"You know, she really misses you, and I'm tired of being made to break her heart, so please mean it this time..."

"I do mean it..." They sigh out defensively, but quickly fix their face at your pointed stare.

"We'll see..." You quip with a shoulder shrug before leaving them alone to sulk on the porch, but their plans are a bit more grim with the bottle in their hand.

"Mama!!! Where were you?" Angie shrieks the exact moment you enter the kitchen.

"Hello to you too angel, I was just outside on a work call, now who's ready for dinner?" You reply, Scarlett stares at you with a quirked brow, but you just send her back a 'not now' stare to which she nods gently.

After serving the correct pasta to everyone you'd failed to sit down which made the entire table turn to watch you move around the kitchen.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Riley mumbles over a bite of food.

"Baby, chew with your mouth closed..." Scarlett chastises her daughter, eyes definitely focused on you though as they all wait for the answer.

"I'm preparing the dinner I'd made for Carson, it'll just be a minute, you guys enjoy the pasta." You excitedly state, while doing a little dance as you warm and mix up the puréed potatoes, and somehow failing to see Scarlett's smitten as a kitten smile.

——

It'd been a month since the dinner, and you'd not been able to have your solo date yet. Scarlett had to cancel due to a last minute mishap on her most recently finished project. Riley actually had stayed at your house for those two weeks since her father Marco was out of the country, and her former stepdad John had a project of his own, so his elderly mother could only handle the baby on her own.

Come the following weekend neither of you could secure the proper child care, because in a totally not shocking turn of events Jess had already skipped off for work, and the only consistent help—John, had been off to Cali.  That night was still a considerable success, you had a massive sleepover at her place instead. There was an ungodly amount of unhealthy snacks, lots of shared laughter, and once the exhaustion arose everyone had decided to sleep on the floor under the pillow fort made by yours truly and Carson slept away in his playpen directly besides all of you.

After the many failed attempts Scarlett and you'd planned for tonight to be date night; there was a determination in her eyes that told you it would happen, but you were uncertain, just waiting for that other shoe to drop. John had his son and Riley for the day, but Jess hadn't responded to a single text.

Scarlett offered to ask John, but you sort of knew the man, and would've felt awkward asking him to watch your daughter so you could go out with his ex wife. Scarlett found your reservations funny, and planned to convince you otherwise, it honestly helped that Riley already pleaded for Angie to come too.

"Sweetheart, John and I are on relatively good terms, so me dating someone is of little concern to him, he really only cares about the kids and since we have that concern in common he leaves me be. Plus, much like Jess he made his bed, so he's got no room to talk. He'd be more than fine taking Angie, she's an absolute angel anyways, and not to mention Riley's apparently been pestering him about it anyways."

"Is it wrong that I'm jealous...?"

"Jealous of what? My divorce?" She snorts, but her eyes work to betray her as they overflow with an overwhelming sympathy that serves to drown you if you don't look away.

"Well yeah... It's just, why can't they see how much they're hurting her? She'd been so happy after she saw them the two following weekends after the porch fight. I really thought we were getting somewhere, and now the bullshit excuses have returned, or in today's case the total ghosting. John's at least a good dad..."

Scarlett hates the way you tend to overlook your own pain, especially when you wear it so obviously; she can hear it whenever you speak of your ex, or see it when you are forced to cause the usual reaction that is your daughter's fallen face, but as someone who's dealt with the same for Riley she completely understands. Which is why she uses this rare moment alone with you to pull you into her lap, snickering at the sounds of your unenthused squeals.

"I can't speak for Jess honey—personally, if given the opportunity I'd probably smack the living shit out of them actually..."

Your chuckles warms her heart, but she also wonders if you know she actually means it.

"I can speak from my own experience to say you're doing absolutely everything right, and I'm so unbelievably in awe of your strength. Angie's happy, her glowing smile whenever you enter the room tells me so, and then there's the way she beams about you whenever you're not in the room. Jess has to pull it together on their own, so you need to let go, and leave them be. They'll either pull it together, or they won't, but that's truly not your job to figure out anymore. You're their ex wife, and though you're the mother to their children, you're not responsible for if they're around or not. Focus on your daughter, and yourself... Me too if possible."

You stare deeply into her eyes as she speaks, sighing heavily as you truly take her words to heart, and then you find yourself unable to contain the giggle as she concludes her speech.

"Fine... John can watch her..."

"Yes! I'm going to go tell her the good news, meet us downstairs when you're ready." Scarlett squeals, effortlessly standing up with you still in her lap, spinning you around until your legs eventually drop to the floor, and she parts with a sweet peck to your nose.

—

"Angie, do you have all of your toys?"

"Yes mama, I have them all!"

"Just make sure you take care of them, I don't want to hear —."

"Mama! I know, I pwomise." She shrieks, her subtle lisp proving just how exasperated she's becoming so you reside to dropping it.

"Okay then angel, let's go." You muse, hand holding tightly to hers as she jumps out of the car, and Scarlett watches the silly interaction from the drivers seat with a smile on her face.

Two knocks was all it took for the door to swing wide open, Riley stood directly before the both of you with a wide smile on her face when looking to Angie, then as she turns to you the smile becomes tighter.

You drop to a crouching position, using the post to help hold yourself up in an attempt to keep your clothing clean, and face your cheery daughter.

"Bye my angel."

"Bye mama." She says, tiny arms wrapping around your neck for a brief hug that you fully embrace before she runs off into the house.

"Angie, go straight into the living room, I'll be right there..." She instructs, scarily resembling her mother in stance.

"Y/N/N..."

"Yes Riles?" You ask, turning ever so slightly to face her.

"Mommy told me what's happening..."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm... Look, if you hurt my mommy then we can't be friends anymore, and then I'll be really sad because I love you, and Angie a lot..." She says with a faux scowl on her face, you hold back the laughter threatening to come out at her adorable intimidation tactics, and instead just give her a reassuring smile as the vulnerability is present on her face.

"Oh sweet girl, I promise I won't do anything to hurt your mommy, because you're important to me too, I love you so much..."

"John said the same thing."

"Well I'm not John honey..."

"Yeah, you're much prettier than him." She admits with a shy smile, and you take that as the perfect moment to embrace her.

"I promise you she's safe with me Ri-Ri." You whisper into her ear, and her grip on you tightens, then she kisses your cheek before running inside when Angie calls for her.

Carefully you return to a standing position, nearly falling onto your ass at the sight of John waiting for you in the doorway with a suddenly antsy baby with arms outstretched for you.

"I'm not sure if I'd agree that you're prettier, but you're definitely a good match for Scar, and it seems the kids already love you." The man genuinely relays, passing Carson over to you without much of a choice, but you don't exactly mind as you embrace the cheerful infant. 

"Thank you again John, I'll be back by 10pm at the latest to collect her." You excitedly relay as you lift the baby up and above your head repeatedly, relishing in the sounds of his giggles.

"It's my pleasure, I've always loved having your kids over, they were always so well behaved."

Your heart skips at the plurality of his statement, but you brush passed it with a pensive smile, passing the frowning baby back over to him once Scarlett unknowingly saves you with a honking horn.

"Well I better get going then, don't wanna keep the misses waiting." You tease, and he waves you off with a gentle smile.

Yeah... She definitely has the better ex...

—

Scarlett wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but without drawing too much attention to either of you; worried the paparazzi would be enough to run you off, and fortunately for her she's got some friends in higher places.

"Scar, where are we going?"

"Out to eat." She replies with the same deflection as the last time you'd asked, smirking to herself once she hears your adorable grumbling, and settling her free hand on your exposed thigh to still your squirming form.

"Hey now, we just dropped the kid off, did we not?" She teases as she finally pulls off the road and into the back side of a parking lot.

"Why are we here? Better yet, what is here?"

She chuckles at your continued confusion, her hand mindlessly squeezing your thigh while the other sends off a brief message to the owner of the restaurant, shifting her body to face yours after receiving confirmation to enter.

"Well pretty girl, I want our first date to be just about us, so I must be secretive if I'm going to protect you from the big bad camera guys." She teases further with an unexpected boop to your nose, her nerves seeming to get the best of her.

"Oh, so I'm your dirty little secret then, huh?" You tease back, but her face drops at your words, and you finally seem to understand just how nervous she is when her shaky hand helps you out of the car.

"No, I would never want to hide you, promise. It's just, the world I live in can be a bit much, and I don't want to throw you into it until we know where we're going first." She replies in a panic, one that you honestly find adorable, but you settle your hands on her face to stop her.

"Oh, honey, I was honestly joking, it's adorable the way that you're protecting me though, plus—sneaking around sounds kinda fun, almost like we're in high school, you're the jock, and I'm the nerdy girl who you fall in love with."

"Woah... I was definitely not the jock, I was the stoner!" She playfully replies, you roll your eyes at her correction and allow her to escort you inside the fancy restaurant through their kitchen entrance and off into a secluded room.

"Wow..." Your astonished whisper has the blonde chuckling from behind you as she gently guides you into your seat before settling down across from you.

It's truly beautiful—dimly lit, and decorated to give the illusion of a night well spent in Italy. The walls were painted an ombre of blues, with imagery of the cities landmarks adorning them. There were fairy lights strategically layered beneath layers of cotton to highlight the skies. The restaurant's ambience fails to compare to the marvel that is your date though, she looks absolutely stunning in her perfectly tailored creme suit, with the jewel embossed top, and the peekaboo opening in the back of her jacket that allows you to see her beautiful back piece.

Looking at her makes you feel underdressed.

Scarlett watches your face as your eyes trailed around the room, finding your shock to border on almost childlike, and she finds you perfect. Her whole body then warms once your gaze shifts to look her over, she even notices the brief insecurity cross over your gaze and it causes her to frown as she sips on her wine.

Your hair was down which she appreciated as it was normally pulled back. Your outfit choice had perfectly accentuated every curve of your body, and your choice in jewelry was nearing distracting as it pulled her gaze to your metal adorned fingers tapping against the table, and to your necklace settling at the end of your plunging neckline. She couldn't place exactly why you were feeling insecure, because she thought you looked absolutely ravishing.

She noticed your gaze had fallen, so she cleared her throat to draw your attention back up from your menu so that you could truly hear her when she spoke. You looked up to meet her gentle gaze, instantly feeling as a shiver ran down your spine at the hidden intensity beneath.

"Y/N, you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Th-thank you Scarlett, you look so beautiful. I-I really love that suit on you, it's perfect... You're perfect... Oh gosh, um.."

"Honey, calm down..."

"I'm sorry, you just make me so nervous..."

Scarlett laughs at your words, feeling a bit smug herself as the tables are now reversed, but all it does is fills you with a sense of dread.

"You're being mean..." You grumble, hands shooting up to cover your face but she's quick to cut you off, settling her hands in yours as she pulls them back to the tabletop.

"No, honey don't hide... It's just funny to see you so nervous all of a sudden."

"I just want this to go well is all..."

"Darling, I've already heard your loud snoring, I promise all we can do is go up." She jokes with an accompanying laugh, and you slap her hands away, then use your menu as a divider.

"I do not snore."

Scarlett simply smirks at your petulance, then continues to sip upon her wine until the waiter makes himself known with a tray full of "Italy's finest," and a bin full of bruschetta to use for the dips, or as a standalone.

"Ciao madame's, here is your appetizer, and I'm also checking to see if you're ready to put in for your main course."

Scarlett sees your eyes widen, telling her that you'd never even looked at your menu, so she happily handles it for the both of you.

"As a matter of fact I think we are Bernie, I'll be getting my usual—the chicken risotto, and the polenta, and my beautiful date here will take the chicken fettuccine with a side salad."

"Perfect, I'll put your order in." He beams, reaching over the both of you to top off your glasses before taking his leave.

"How'd you know?" You ask with narrowed eyes, receiving a coy smile in return.

"Well you learn a lot about a person when you spend all of your free time with them honey." She muses, your angry facade crumbles, and your face momentarily softens.

"Wow, sounds like you need a life." You tease her anyways, then dip your bread into some bean dip.

She snorts, then follows suit in diving into the appetizers, both of your moods now calmed, and the conversation flowed effortlessly throughout the entirety of the meal. Everything was perfect up until the bill had arrived and the two of you were left in a stare off of preposterous proportions.

"Y/N, I was the one who asked you out..."

"Scarlett, that's exactly why I should pay the bill. You planned it all out, it's fair that I pay."

"I snuck you into a restaurant..."

"To protect me, very honorable, and deserving of being treated..."

"Fine, we can split it..." Scarlett reasons, and though you don't want to you agree with her, passing over your debit card, and missing the glint in her eyes when she passes over the bill.

She smirks your way as soon as he retreats, then before you could ask she lifted your card up from underneath a napkin, laughing boisterously at your shocked expression. Snatching the card from her you'd attempted to chase Bernie down, but she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you into her lap.

"No, let me pay..." You whine and squirm in her lap but her strong hold is no match for you.

"You're not paying, I won fair and square."

Scarlett quickly signs the check, and you remain silent the whole time, for the walk back to the car, then for the drive around the blocks as she has no real destination in mind.

"Pretty girl, no more silent treatment please..."

"Dessert..."

"What?"

"Let me pay for dessert..."

Scarlett wants to protest, instead she gives in, but your face falls when she pulls into the Jack in the Box parking lot.

"No, something fancy..."

She giggles at your protests, hand waiting for your card, and reluctantly you slapped it into her hand while she somehow ordered perfectly for the both of you once again without so much as a word from you.

"Thanks for the cookie honey..."

"Yeah, yeah..." You playfully grumble over your straw, allowing the Oreo shake to brighten your darkened mood.

Scarlett drove around the city with no end in sight, not wanting the date to end just yet, and the both of you talked about everything under the sun, but mostly you talked about the kids. After a few beats of silence Scarlett noticed you'd drifted off, and she took that as her sign to return to John's to collect Angie, and take the both of you back home.

—

Scarlett entered John's to find the cutest sight she'd ever seen, so she snapped a photo before finally approaching the children.

"Mommy, please be quiet, she just fell asleep..."

Scarlett admired the way her daughter lovingly ran her fingers through your daughters hair, and stared down at her with adoration, thoughts of them as sisters flooding through her mind.

"I am here to take her home baby."

"Where's Y/N?"

"She's sleeping too."

"Was she good to you?"

"Yes, very good to me."

"Good, because I love her..."

"I know you do Riley, and I can see why."

"Do you love her?" She asks hopefully.

"Not just yet, but I'm ready to let it happen."

Riley smiles at her answer, and Scarlett kisses her daughters forehead, then scoops Angie's limp body up, and sends her daughter off to bed before returning to you. She gently buckles Angie up, observing the way that her tiny nose scrunches after every third breath she takes in, and she realizes you do the exact same thing.

"Cute..."

Once she makes it back to your place she watches you sleep for a moment, enjoying the peaceful expression before finally waking you up, and loving the dopy smile you send her. Then once you stumble out of the car she wraps an arm around your waist to stabilize you, and pulls you into a sweet embrace.

"Thanks for dinner Scar..." You mumble against her suit, and she pulls back to smile down at you.

In a brief moment of confidence you surge forward, slamming your lips to hers, and she's too stunned for the first few seconds to properly react to the wanted sensation.

"I'm so—."

She cuts your apology off with a bruising kiss of her own, her hold on you shifting to your hips, and pulling you that much closer to her body. Kissing you has her whole body feeling warm,  her hips roll against yours with a mind of their own, and your needy whimpers against her lips are what bring her back to the moment.

"Sorry honey. Got a little carried away there." She rasps into your ear, and you attempt to hide your face into her neck, but she cups your cheeks to prevent it.

"I really hope they'll be a second date honey, because I'd love to see where this was going."

You press a chaste kiss to her lips in answer, then maneuver your way out of her hold, and pull your daughter out of her backseat.

"Goodnight Scar..." You bid her goodbye, leaving a final kiss to her cheek. 

"Goodnight Y/N/N." She calls after you, goofy smile on her face as she watches you make it into the house, then she excitedly screams against her steering wheel before driving home with unholy thoughts of you.

—

While being married for just under a decade you'd forgotten how carefree love is meant to be; dating Scarlett had proven as a necessary reminder. On top of the amazing love story unfolding right before you, you also had seen an alarming improvement in Jess's parenting after taking said blondes advice.

They'd been showing up far more to her extra activities, and had only missed one weekend in the last two months. Angie was a lot happier too with her Deda around, and it made your heart glimmer with hope whenever she'd return to you with that bright smile of hers.

However, you were forced to face a lot in her sudden absence, and though it hurt you were also grateful. Silence was something you used to crave with two kids, but being forced into it after a loss like yours just made it unbearable. Now having every weekend free led to you having spent many of them on your own with your girlfriend being a busy actress and all.

One particular Friday evening you remember sending Angie off with a goodbye kiss, and then upon reentering your home you had began to fill your time with an almost neurotic form of cleaning. Music from your record player filled the space around you, a swiffer mop in one hand, and a glass of wine in the other while you sang your bruised little heart out, then the next moment your glass shatters across the kitchen floor, much like your heart, and you're in tears as your eyes locked onto the calendar to see the date—October 14th.

An overwhelming need to purge consumed you, and that weekend you went around the house ridding it of everything you deemed as unnecessary to your survival. Scarlett showed up on your doorstep that Sunday evening after you'd repeatedly failed to answer your phone, she'd honestly would have come even sooner had she not been out of town on some set.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Y/N, love, where are you?" Scarlett calls out into the eerily quiet house, and her body tenses at the lack of verbal response, feet rushing upstairs when she instead hears a crashing.

With a gentle hand she opens the already cracked bedroom door, entering Josh's normally sealed tight room, and her face falls at the sight of your trembling form, surrounded by shards of blue glass.

"Honey, come on, I don't want you to get hurt." She coos, gentle hands cautiously settle atop your arms, squeezing until your teary gaze reaches hers.

"I-I..."

"Shh, just come here honey." Scarlett shushes you, gently yanking you up and pulling you into her own body.

"I-I was finally ready to clean out his room..." You suddenly sigh, indicating your readiness to explain to the blonde that's currently holding you close what'd happened.

Scarlett says nothing, instead she rearranges your bodies, settling you beside her on the tiny bed and interlocking her hand with yours, soft eyes meet yours to urge you to go on.

"I was boxing up his clothes, but then when moving around the room I accidentally knocked the Squirtle squad figurine off of his dresser with the box. Squirtle was his favorite starter Pokemon, and so that figurine was his go to, and now it's gone... I broke it, my baby's gone, and now his comfort toy is too.."

Your eyes slam shut, tears steadily falling while you work to avoid her comforting gaze.

"It's funny, because if he was still here he'd have hugged me right now, wiped my tears away and no doubt would've said to me 'It's okay mama, I'm not mad, accidents happen.' But it's not! It's not okay, nothing about this is Scarlett, because he's gone, and I'm all alone. This big house that once used to be filled with giggles is only partially so now."

You phase through so many emotions in a matter of seconds, each one erratically fueled, and your trembling only worsens until Scarlett suddenly lays down atop of you. Hands gently cup your cheeks and keep you still as she begins to speak.

"You're not alone Y/N/N, you've got Angie, Riley, and even Carson, and lord knows I'm not going anywhere honey. I know we'll never be able to fill the hole he left in your heart, but we'll definitely never leave you alone. Nothing will ever replace him, but you're right, he would've forgiven you so it's high time you follow his wise footsteps and forgive yourself."

"I know, and I love y— that I have all of you in my corner, I promise I appreciate it. It's just, being alone in this quiet house breaks me."

"Then you won't be alone here anymore... You'll come to sets with me, or Riley, Carson and I will keep you company, and we'll fill this house with laughter again, all while keeping Josh's memory alive in a heartfelt way without all of the pain. Whatever you need, we'll make it happen baby, and we'll start by cleaning out this room together."

"I was thinking of turning it into a guest kids room for Riley and Carson, so they'll have somewhere to call their own when they're here."

"They'll love it, you're honestly an angel, I'm so glad I found you Y/N/N... How about we make dinner, then come morning time we'll work this room out together..."

"Sounds perfect, It's a four day weekend so Jess kept Angie tonight, it'll be nice to have you here to cuddle up to."

Scarlett kissed your forehead, then climbed off of you, pulling you up with her, landing another kiss to your lips, and lingering there for a few moments. That night you felt a little lighter, heart still in pieces, but finally feeling as though it's actually meant to be repaired.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

Now though you're sat on the porch swing happily awaiting Angie's return home. It's officially Christmas break, and you've used all your PTO for the following two weeks, and have all these plans to take her out into the snowy plains of New York. Plans to go out to the movies together, then to go ice skating with Scarlett and Riley in the city, then you've got plans to celebrate the impending holiday together as a happy, collective group.

The rumbling of an engine pulls you from your excited thoughts, you look out to see Jess carrying a sleeping Angie, and the sight actually warms your heart a tiny bit.

"We had a busy day, so she's a bit exhausted."

"I bet, she told me all about the plans for the amusement park, you can take her up to bed if you want, I don't mind."

You'd been working on fixing the relationship, remembering just how good of friends you'd been before ever getting married, and hoping you'd be able to return to a fraction of that for Angie's sake, and you'd be lying to say you didn't want the peace for yourself too.

Jess nodded, then took off into your house, running up the stairs, and settling Angie into her bed with a gentle kiss, with a whispered, misguided promise to make everything right again before returning to you with a cup of cocoa to which you accept it with a quirked brow, but nonetheless a playful smile.

"Do you remember the night she was born?" They suddenly ask, slurping loudly, and you cringe at the familiar pet peeve of yours.

"Yeah, she always had a flair for the dramatic interruptions." You giggle at the memory, then settle into the swing as Jess gently reminisces.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Mama!! Deda!! Huwwy up!" Josh calls out from the living room, tiny body perfectly fitting into the couch.

You wobbled into the living room, popcorn bowl perched atop your rounded belly, and Jess wasn't far behind you with the cups.

"We're coming!!" You shriek, and he turns to face you with a beaming smile atop his face.

Jess settled the drinks down on the table, and you took your spot beside him.

"Pokemon time!" He shrieks, body squirming excitedly on the couch as he clutches his Pikachu plushy to his chest, and settles a gentle kiss to your bump before his arm flies to the bowl.

While the anime rolls through episodes you feel a bit off, but you wave it off in favor of the giddy toddler besides you.

"Mama! Loot! It's Pitachu! And Squirble!"

You smile through the pain, and manage to return his enthusiasm, but Jess picks up on your discomfort, and sends you a worried stare that you literally wave off.

"Mama... Are you otay?"

Okay... So you're not holding it as together as you thought.

"Yes honey, Mama's just going to go pee, keep watching your show."

You stood to your feet, feeling an immense pressure in your lower abdomen, you remained purposefully oblivious. Well, for about two seconds because after about two steps water came gushing from between your legs, and Jess shot up off the couch.

"Eww. Mama! You posta pee on da potty!" Josh shrieks, but his face quickly drops when he sees you in actual pain.

"I'll go get the bag! Stay right here my love, Josh, stay with mama, it'll be okay buddy."

Josh's tear stained face brings you out of your own pain, hobbling over to him you manage to pull him into your side for comfort.

"Mama, was wrong?"

"Nothing honey, your baby sister is coming my love, it's okay, I promise you."

"Hey. Be nice to mama... She's a good mama." He talks directly to your belly, and you giggle at the sight of your son's confusion before your sights move up to your frantic partner.

"I got the bag! Let's go!" Jess shrieks, scooping your son up, then cautiously guiding you to the car.

—

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of the sleeping baby girl besides you, then your groggy eyes travel to see Jess sat up on the couch, with Josh peacefully sleeping against their chest, and your heart swells at the sight of your growing family.

Everything was perfect...

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

A singular tear falls from your eye once the retelling of the memory ends, and Jess attempts to wipe the tear away for you, but you're quick to create distance between yourselves again, wiping it away yourself.

"So it's over then? Our family is no more?"

"Yes, for the last time Jess, we are over, but that doesn't mean we can't be a family again. Joshua's gone, but Angie's still right here, and it's our joint responsibility to make her happy."

"I'm so sorry..." They sob, face falling into their hands, and something about the apology seems unsettling to you.

Before you could attempt to reassure them of your forgiveness—in the hopes that it'd set them straight, a car door is slamming and a blur of blonde hair rushes passed you.

"You selfish bitch, what have you fucking done?!" Scarlett seethes, open palm directly throwing Jess's face to the side, and you can see by the look in their eyes that they knew they deserved it.

"I-I... I'm so sorry Y/N/N, it was a mistake..." Jess tried to weakly defend, but like the coward that they are it ends with them running off before you could even decipher what's just taken place before you.

"Scar?"

Scarlett turns to see your trembling lip, softening her previously furious demeanor instantly and though her hand stings she pulls you into her body, allowing your confused, overwhelmed tears to soak through her shirt.

"I'm here honey, I promise I'll fix this, and that you'll be okay..."

Your heart freezes as her words sink in...

What the fuck did Jess do?

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6,480 Words

For anyone needing a timeline clarification it's now December 2k21 (story started August)

Josh died in October 2019, Divorce took place early 2020

Riley/(Apr)Josh -9 (2012) (7 at death)

Angie-6 (Aug-2015)

❤️ Kaitlyn 🤪

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Playing With Fire

Chapter 10

Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell

Word Count: 5,018

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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The sight of the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree seemed to almost taunt Chris as he laid on the couch with Dodger. It was the end of Christmas Day and he couldn’t have felt more sad if he tried. Yesterday was filled with so much joy, taking Hazel out to play in the snow before going over to his mother’s house where his entire family gathered to celebrate Christmas Eve together. Hazel’s eyes were twinkling the entire time, loving every moment and that same twinkle was in her eyes when she jumped on his bed early this morning shouting that Santa had come and left them presents. 

He had such a huge smile on his face when they went downstairs and made a quick breakfast of waffles together before Ashlee came over, the two of them pushing away any differences they had to be able to both watch Hazel open her presents on Christmas morning. But when all the presents were opened and Hazel was getting buckled into Ashlee’s car so she could have her the rest of the day, that smile was long gone. He was able to distract himself by spending the rest of the day at his mother’s house, laughing with his family but by the time all the food was eaten, dishes washed, and evening had set, he couldn’t hold off the deep pain inside his chest at not being able to be with his daughter on the special day. 

Not being able to hold off his feelings, he hugged his family before leaving to go home early, which is where he was now, laying on the couch as he absentmindedly watched football, drinking a beer and trying to keep his tears at bay. He was so lost in his sadness that he jumped from surprise when his phone started ringing and he went to turn it off, not wanting to speak to anyone but he quickly changed his tune when he saw the name on the screen. 

“Hi honey, Merry Christmas!” Ellie’s voice carried cheerily through the phone, bringing a hint of a smile to his face. 

“Hey, Elles,” he murmured, moving a hand to turn the game down a bit as he leaned his head back against the couch. 

He could hear Ellie turn on her turn signal as she drove, Ellie telling him, “It started snowing like crazy so I’m headed home right now.” 

“Be careful, the roads are slick,” he instantly told her, glancing out the wide windows to watch the snow fall outside. He made a note to text Ashlee later, just to make sure they made it home from her mother’s in the city okay. 

“I will be,” Ellie promised him, and the turn signal turned off.  “How was your Christmas, baby?” 

He frowned, staring at Dodger’s brown fur before he said to her, “Fine, how was yours?” 

“Oh it was so great. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing jeans because I ate so much food I swear the button would have popped off!” Ellie laughed, and Chris knew there must have been a wide grin on her face. “We just had so much fun, but I’m sorry you couldn’t join us for dessert tonight. My family missed seeing you.” 

Chris sighed, his hand running through his messy hair. “Well I don’t think I would have been very good company,” he confessed quietly.

“Why do you say that?” 

“I’m just… missing Hazel,” he admitted, his eyes moving over the living room. What gifts Hazel couldn’t take with her - or fit in her backpack - were still under his tree, her blanket was thrown on the couch next to Dodger, her stocking was still under the TV, a few of her beloved stuffed animals were lined up next to the fireplace, and everywhere he looked, there was more Hazel throughout the room, house, and his life. And he missed her so much today that it hurt.

“Oh honey, of course you are,” Ellie’s voice was dripping with sympathy. “Do you want me to come by?” 

“No, I’m fine,” he tried to assure her, shaking his head even though she couldn’t see him. “Just being here with all her gifts under the tree from today is making me upset. Everything here is Hazel’s and I just hate that I can’t be with her.” 

She was quiet for several moments, enough that Chris nearly checked to make sure the call didn’t drop. “Chris, I really think I should stop by,” she told him quietly, in an almost timid way.

“No, don’t. I’m sorry Ellie, I shouldn’t have said all that,” he rushed to apologize and reassure her. “I’m okay, I really am. I don’t want to be a downer on Christmas.” 

“You’re allowed to have feelings you know?” 

“Yeah… I guess I’m just kind of ready for today to be over,” he admitted before he sighed and glanced back outside at the snow. “Will you text me when you get home so I know you got there safe?” 

“Of course. Goodnight Chris,” she told him, listening as he returned the farewell before she hung up the Bluetooth call.

But as Ellie kept driving along those snowy roads, she couldn’t help but keep thinking about what Chris had said. Her heart broke as she thought of him sitting at home alone with nothing but sadness around him. She knew that he told her not to come over, but Ellie thought it had been just about long enough that Chris had to look out for himself and decided to ignore what he said, showing up on his doorstep in the snow and telling him the moment that he opened that front door that, “You’re coming with me. Grab your coat and Dodger and come get in the car.” 

His face was still frozen in shock, so much so that it took him several long moments until he responded, “...Can I pack a bag? Or is that not allowed?” 

“I guess so,” Ellie laughed, shrugging a bit as Dodger circled her feet happily.

Silently, Chris shut the door behind her while he then turned to go up the stairs to his bedroom to throw some clothes in a bag as well as the couple other things he’d need. His brain still felt foggy from all the sadness as he walked back downstairs to find where Ellie was sitting on the floor scratching Dodger. She pushed herself off the floor, Chris watching the way she rested a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow as she looked at him quizzically. 

“Don’t I even get a kiss?” 

And in that moment, Chris felt all of his defenses he was so used to just completely drop. The weight seemed to fall off his shoulders while he dropped his bag to the floor, stalking over and holding Ellie against his chest as tight as possible while he kissed her so deep that both of them were seeing stars. She always could pull him out of whatever anxious thoughts were going through his brain and bring him back to reality… back to her. Never had he felt as loved as he did with her and the way she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck once their lips parted and hugged him so warmly made him feel like he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. 

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” Ellie told him decisively, her hand scratching through the short hair on the back of his head. “I even have some cookie dough mixed up in the fridge so we can pop some fresh cookies in the oven and just relax.” 

She felt his shoulders slump in relief, practically melting into her as he whispered, “God, Elles. You’re the best.”

After they put some food and a toy for Dodger in Chris’ bag, they headed into the snowy evening and drove the short distance to Ellie’s yellow house. Dodger settled in quickly on the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace - which Chris got a fire going in while Ellie turned the oven on - and then after both changed into some soft sweatpants, the pair settled in for a night of relaxing on the couch, listening to the crackle of the fire and smelling the cookies in the oven. 

“Okay before you get too comfortable, I have a little Christmas present for you,” Ellie told him, getting up and crouching in front of the Christmas tree, holding up a bulky wrapped gift for him.  

“Elles, that doesn’t look like a little present,” he nearly admonished, shaking his head with wide eyes. 

“Well maybe not little in the physical sense but it’s nothing grandiose or anything, it’s just… well just open it!” 

He shook his head, carefully tearing the wrapping paper, revealing a beautifully woven, white and gray blanket. “Baby…” he whispered, eyes moving over the handiwork. He had seen Ellie’s knitting supplies every time he’d visited her here in the past month, but while he was surprised at how intricately she’d been able to do the blanket, he should’ve never been surprised. Ellie was Ellie, and she never did things half-assed. “Did you make this?” 

“Yeah I knitted it and it’s one of those jumbo blankets so that there’s enough room for you and Hazel to snuggle under it,” Ellie explained, her thumb running back and forth along his knee over his sweatpants. “So see, it’s nothing grandiose in terms of value but it’s big in physical size.” 

“This has more value to me than anything you could have ever bought,” Chris murmured, his eyes still dancing over the blanket, able to imagine Hazel wrapped up in it and giggling like mad. “Thank you honey. I don’t even know what to say. This is just… so sweet.” 

She swallowed away the lump in her throat as she looked at how…. Relaxed he was now. Chris was obviously struggling without Hazel, and while he threw himself into his work as a way to cope with that, it was clear that that coping mechanism wasn’t sustainable  - for any of them. “I’m so glad you like it,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. 

He put the blanket over their laps, the knitted material a welcome weight on their laps. “If we’re doing presents now then you should reach into my bag because I have one for you in there,” he sighed playfully, leaning forwards and digging in his bag for Ellie’s gift. 

While it was considerably smaller than her own gift, she knew he was nothing if not sentimental, detail-oriented, and a perfectionist - and she almost couldn’t restrain herself from tearing into the perfectly wrapped present, only to reveal what the small box held beneath the tight corners. “You seriously are the best gift wrapper ever. I don’t even want to rip into this!” 

“Just do it, rip it,” Chris laughed, shaking his head as he leaned his side against the fluffy couch cushion.

“Okay, okay, oh my god what is it?” Ellie asked, her brows furrowing as she looked at the single card - one that almost resembled a debit card. 

“It’s a membership to that bookstore that’s down on the corner that you like,” Chris explained quietly, his eyebrows raised. “The lady said that the membership includes renting books, the book clubs they host and then you get uh, I think one or two books a month for free.” 

Her jaw dropped, Ellie almost dumbfounded before she told him, “Christopher Evans, this is the most thoughtful present.” 

Chris sat there while Ellie brought her hands on his bearded cheeks, leaning in to press her lips to his over and over again until they were interrupted by the oven beeping. She gave him one more long kiss before climbing off the couch and heading into the kitchen with Dodger getting up to trot right behind her. Chris grabbed the scraps of wrapping paper, balling them up and putting it next to the coffee table before he leaned back into the couch, relaxing as he pulled his brand new blanket over his lap, feeling warm from the inside out. 

He just listened to the crackle of the fire for a long moment before Ellie came back, climbing onto the couch cushion to sit right next to him. She had a napkin with a fresh cookie in each hand, balancing them carefully while he tucked her back underneath the blanket before she handed him the warm cookie. They sat quietly while eating their treat but once Ellie was finished and wrapping her arms around his middle as she curled up to him, he felt that warm smile cross his face. 

It was funny to him that less than an hour ago he was ready to cry alone on his couch but now he was here, sitting in front of a roaring fire feeling nothing but contentment inside of him, and it was thanks to that girl who was humming in the kitchen, who knitted him that blanket, in this house, and worked down in the bakery. It made him realize that all of his happiness in life couldn’t be wrapped up in Hazel only… and it didn’t have to be. Although he missed Hazel like crazy, right now he felt happy. He felt completely and utterly happy being here with Ellie. He had been so wrapped up in Hazel all of these years that he had never opened his heart to anyone else, but now that he did, it may have terrified him but also felt so good and he knew without a doubt that this was so right. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she told him as she sat back down on the couch and handed him a plate with some cookies, chocolate smeared on her cheek. 

“Ellie…” Chris trailed off, pausing as he hesitated, then decided to push through that last damn wall. “I love you.” 

Her face nearly fell, but her eyes were full of hope as she asked him quietly, “...You do?” 

“I do Ellie. I love you so much,” he confessed, giving her a tight and slightly watery smile as his eyes searched her own. 

“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” she said with a shaky voice, leaning forward to kiss him quickly, pulling away just as suddenly. “I love you too Chris. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I know it sounds a little crazy because we haven’t been together very long but I know it’s true.” 

He nodded, a lump forming in his throat. He’d been feeling something for nearly three weeks now, knowing how different it felt - this felt - from any previous relationship. While he and Ashlee were never truly in love, they’d tried to force the concept in hopes of having a stable home for Hazel. But he never felt this way, never woke up thinking of someone else but Hazel, never cared for them in this way except as a father, or craved their touch nearly all hours of the day. He’d also never known what it felt like to be loved in this way - not as a son, brother, or father. He never saw the little smiles before he caught Ellie staring at him a few times, never knew what it felt like to have someone crave his touch in a way that verged on addicting. And he loved it. “I feel it Ellie. I know that you mean it,” he assured her with a grin. 

“In this season of my life there hasn’t been much of anything I’ve been sure of, but I’m sure about you,” she assured him back with a watery look, and Chris couldn’t help himself but lean forward and press several kisses to the center of her forehead, his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks as he held her. 

“I just feel so undeserving of it, Elles,” he breathed, pausing to smile as he felt her lips against his neck. “But I love you so much. It’s been so hard for me to open up but I know that I love you.” 

“I know you mean it, honey.” 

He nodded, burying his face in the wavy mess of her blonde hair. “The past few years I’ve basically just gone from being with Hazel to going to work and then repeating that every week. I just feel like you’ve opened up so much more to me,” he began slowly, confessing the things he’d barely begun to process himself in the recent days, nevertheless told anyone else. “You’ve shown me that a relationship and love can be… so good.” 

“It should be good,” Ellie told him in a sad voice, her hands tightening on his shoulders before they slipped through the neck of his shirt to rest on his bare skin. “There’s always hard times and arguments, but it should be a good thing and I’m sorry it wasn’t always something that was good in your life.” 

He nodded, kissing her head as he whispered, “But it is now, and that’s what matters.” 

“I love you Chris.” 

“I love you too,” He honestly spoke before adding, “And I couldn’t be happier to be right here with you tonight.” 

The fire kept roaring while Chris effortlessly scooted Ellie onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders while he hooked his own around her waist. Their lips met over and over again until Chris slowly laid back on the couch, Ellie following him down until they were laying on the couch cushions, arms around each other completely content as they started to fall asleep on the snowy Christmas evening. 

“I’m kind of nervous,” Ellie whispered, looking out the window as Chris carefully drove on the plowed roads. It was mid-morning on the day after Christmas, and they were off to a slow start - like many - but had finally gotten moving once Ellie had decided Chris was beginning to mope too much. While he certainly was allowed to miss Hazel - more than allowed, in fact - Ellie had begun to see Chris opening himself up to living his life even without the curly-haired girl by his side, and he’d acknowledged it the previous night to her.  

Chris glanced over to her with a slight frown, a single eyebrow raised before he quickly turned his eyes back to the road. “About what? Meeting my mom?” 

“Yeah,” she confessed with a shake of her head, moving her hands to smooth out her sweater nervously. “I mean, I know you guys are close and I want her to like me.”

“Elles, everyone likes you. Don’t worry,” Chris murmured back, trying to reassure her a bit. He reached a hand over to hold her own, squeezing it before he lowered them to rest on her thigh. 

But she couldn’t help but worry. Ellie knew she was a little bit of a perfectionist… okay maybe more than just a little bit, but she had already been nervous about the thought of meeting Lisa. She had heard so much about her from Chris, knowing that he was extremely close to her and with as much as Ellie loved Chris, she didn’t want to screw this up. It would have been terrifying enough already but this had sprung up at the last minute when Lisa called less than an hour ago to invite Chris to lunch, and subsequently Ellie when she found out they were together, the spur of the moment plans only made Ellie’s nerves on edge. 

When they pulled up to the restaurant, she felt her insides churning, biting her bottom lip incessantly as Chris took her hand, leading her inside to the small table near the windows where the blonde haired woman sat waiting. Ellie stood politely while Chris dropped her hand to wrap his arms around his short mother, squeezing her tightly before setting her sights on Ellie who she hugged with just as much warmth as she did her own son. 

“Ellie, I’m so happy to finally get to meet you,” Lisa told the younger woman excitedly, pulling back from Ellie to look between her son and his girlfriend. “Chris has told me so much about you already.” 

Ellie shot Chris an obviously suspicious look as they sat down, saying, “Hopefully only the good things.” 

His eyebrows shot up indignantly, almost offended at the implication of her words. “What bad is there to say?” Chris asked through laughter before a smirk spread across his lips. “Well I guess maybe that you’re absolute shit at ice skating.” 

“Chris!” Ellie laughed, feeling her cheeks blush but smiled when Lisa gave her a wink.

“What? It’s true,” he insisted.

Lisa groaned good-naturedly, shaking her head at her son’s antics. “Oh just ignore him. I heard from Scott and my daughter Carly that you make the absolute best pastries in town,” she told Ellie with a large smile, turning to face her fully. “Scott and Chris both told me that you make the best shortbread cookies so I’m going to have to stop in one day because they’re my favorite.” 

“I remember Chris mentioned that you liked them so I brought a few that I made yesterday,” Ellie confessed as she bit her lip, nodding her head towards her purse, which held a Ziploc bag filled with shortbread cookies - along with a few other cookies - for Lisa from the Maxwell family’s Christmas. 

“I have to have a bite of it now,” Lisa laughed, smiling wider when Ellie reached in and handed her a cookie. She practically melted as the sugary treat hit her taste buds, telling them, “Honey, Chris isn’t going to be able to keep himself fit with these kinds of treats around!” 

“I took Hazel to the bakery and Ellie let her frost a cookie in the kitchen so that’s pretty much Hazel’s favorite place now,” Chris told her with a grin as he leaned back in his chair, smiling as the waitress dropped some water off for them. 

“Just like her dad,” Lisa smiled, and the group paused to put in other drink orders and glance at the menu. 

As they looked over their options - Ellie deciding on a brie grilled cheese and tomato soup for herself - she mentioned, “I didn’t know that Carly came into the bakery but I did get to meet Scott a little while back when he came in with Chris.” 

“Oh I’m so sorry for you. Those two are trouble together!” Lisa laughed, shaking her head. 

“Well I think I was able to appease them with lemon squares and cookies,” Ellie smiled, squeezing Chris’ hand from under the table. 

“Hazel is really partial to Ellie’s cupcakes. She gave us some for the snow day and then when we were at dad’s house for our Christmas with him, he had some cupcakes and Hazel just said she didn’t want them because they didn’t taste like the ones that Ellie makes,” Lisa said casually, Chris nodding along with a small grin - the one he normally had when he had when someone spoke about Hazel. 

Hearing the statement caught Ellie a little by surprise, not realizing that his parents weren’t together anymore. As she thought about it farther, she recognized that Chris had mentioned seeing his mom and dad but never together, and the thought made her recognize how divorce had been such a big part of Chris’ life from his parents then to him. Some of the walls that he had up started making even a little more sense and made Ellie that much more thankful Chris was starting to work through some of them. 

But as they settled into conversation once their lunch was delivered to their table, Ellie was quick to recognize why Chris was so close to Lisa. She was so warm and enjoyable, someone that was so easy to talk to. Ellie loved not only getting to know her, but seeing how relaxed Chris was around her, all of his walls instantly gone while his loud laughter and slaps to his chest were coming out in full force. He had been wiping the tears from the edge of his eyes from how hard he had been laughing when he decided to excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two blonde haired women at the table alone for the first time. 

“Ellie, I didn’t get a chance to tell you that your sweater is so pretty,” Lisa told her quietly with that warm, happy look in her eyes - and she swore for a second she was looking at both Chris and Hazel. 

“Oh thank you,” Ellie replied, glancing down self-consciously. “I can never wear sweaters at work because of it shedding and the flour that just wants to stick to it, but I just love sweaters so much.” 

Lisa laughed, shaking her head as she admitted, “You and Chris really are meant to be together because I swear he lives in sweaters in the winter.” 

“Well if you think we’re meant to be together, that’s a pretty big compliment because he sure is incredible,” Ellie confessed, meaning every word. Nearly every day since meeting Chris nearly two months ago, she had been struck by the way he carried himself, cared for others, and put them first. And after meeting Lisa, she knew it was in part because of the woman sitting across from her. 

The woman gave her a slightly surprised and emotional smile, quietly saying, “After getting to spend time with you today, I think you’re pretty incredible too Ellie.” 

“Thank you Lisa,” Ellie whispered sheepishly, surprised by the compliment.

“No, Ellie I mean that,” Lisa insisted, face serious. “I know Chris has told you a little about his relationship with Ashlee and I don’t think it’s a secret that things between them weren’t great. And so for me, getting to see how kind you are to him and the way you look at him means more to me than you know.”

She felt emotional at the praise, swallowing away the lump in her throat. “Well I don’t know how incredible I am, but I love your son a lot,” Ellie laughed quietly once she felt she had a hold on herself, a slight smile on her face. 

“I know you do, and I know that Chris does too,” Lisa assured her, patting her hand against Ellie’s just as they saw Chris making his way back towards the table. He settled back into his chair with a small smile at Ellie, jumping back into the conversation with them when Lisa changed the subject to the bathroom renovation she was planning for her home. And as Chris’ hand blindly found her own under the table as they listened to his mother talk, she felt butterflies as she thought about their future, their lives together, in the coming new year.

A/N: We love these two so so so much. We loved writing this chapter and although some plans changed, we are so proud of it and looking forward to your feedback!

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Sugar & Spice: Part 7

A/N: Smut under the cut

His hand was firm against the small of your back as he led you from the tarmac to the private entrance at the airport that was designated for men like him to the vehicle that was awaiting both of you.

The car had blacked out windows and sleek silver rims that looked entirely too spotless, and before you had approached the right passenger door, a man in a sleek black suit had gotten out of the vehicle and addressed the two of you with a designated title that had surely seemed to startle you, yet had rolled off Ari like nothing.

The door was opened and Ari had urged you to get in first, the assurance that he was right behind you was the catalyst to get you to enter the vehicle. As your back had been pressed against the cool leather as you moved to the other side, you had studied the driver once more with a speculative gaze, studying the mirrored aviators that had prevented you from seeing his eyes.

“That,” Ari’s shoulders pressed against your own despite the room in the backseat, “is your bodyguard, honey.”

“Bodyguard?” You turned your head and gazed up at Ari, heat blooming in your belly when his hand slipped back onto your thigh, his fingers already grazing the inside of your thigh in the same place they had been during the start of the journey and you had wondered if he would repeat the process of making you come undone on his long, thick fingers.

“Isn’t Brussels safe?” You pondered, lifting your attention from Ari and settling it on the driver, his dark suit cutting a sharp image of a man who wasn’t as bulky as Ari or as tall but had still towered over you. “I thought Brussels was safe.”

“Brussels is safe, but there are always risks. And I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Ari’s hand had slipped further up your thigh, his fingertips squeezing the inside of your thigh with rhythmic intervals, and his lips had been brushing against your jaw as he whispered to you. “I need to keep my princess safe.”

You shivered against him, the sensation of his hand on your thigh and his lips dusting your jaw, the subtle and crisp scent of his cologne invading your senses was endearing. It was the manner in which he was touching you, and the deep husk of his voice, the stroke of his fingers as they mad softly caressed your clothes thigh was exploratory for you.

Although you weren’t a virgin by any means, any of your previous partners could have been counted on one hand, and of the experiences you’d had with your past boyfriends, none of them had ever made you feel as good as Ari had.

None of your exes had ever brought you toward an orgasm that was as powerful as what you had felt on the plane, nor had you felt so blissed out afterward. Ari had taken you to entirely new heights and he had simply used his fingers to work you to an intense orgasm.

You had wondered then, if you had this strong of a reaction to his fingers, how quickly you would become maddened by desire once it had come time for you to feel the stretch of his cock.

“Tell me, honey,” Ari crooned in your ear, studying your reactions to his fingers touching you, “have you ever had sex before?”

“Yes,” you whined and bucked your hips, your neediness quantified by the warmth that was starting to pool between your thighs, trapped by your simple black leggings and cotton panties, “I’m not a virgin.”

“You’re so tight, princess.” Ari’s husky voice was erotic, laced with hunger that was stirring your own, as the unspoken words had promised ruination for you. “Your pretty little pussy sucked my fingers up do you think you’ll be able to take my cock?”

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly while your heart was racing, and the subtle throb of your cunt in need of his fingers, cock or tongue had stolen all the moisture from your mouth, “I don’t know, how…large are you?”

Ari’s left hand cupped your cheek and his thumb prodded at your bottom lip as he turned your head to look at him. When your eyes met, there was a tentative silence that was anything but stagnant, the silence was thrush with pulsing desire and hunger, need and want. The silence between you two was a confirmation that Ari was neither small nor insignificant.

“Do you want to..?” He trailed off, left the offer to you and your lips had parted with an answer for him, although there was a disconnect between what you wanted to say and what you had done.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Ari reassured you with his words and the strokes of his thumb against the curve of your bottom lip.

“We’ve arrived, Mr. Levinson.” The moment wouldn’t have come anyway, not when the car pulled up to the curb and the driver had put it into park. “Would you like me to arrange for your bags to be brought to your room?”

Ari had removed his hand from your thigh and grasped your hand instead, lifting the back to his lips to place a soft kiss. When he lowered your hand again, he nodded in the direction of the driver and wait until the door was opened before he started getting out for you to follow.

“Welcome to your weekend paradise, princess.”

The decor was made of dark stained wood that was contrasted against the cream white walls and the array of seamless windows that had been placed on the right side of the suite near the chaises arranged in the living room, and the left side of the room that had led to the terrace overlooking the beautiful city.

The large king bed sat back against the wall, the rich royal blue blankets and sheets were folded and tucked neatly, two pairs of silk robes and matching slippers were set upon the bed with a handwritten note set against the gifts.

“This is amazing,” you had been in awe of the suite, in awe of the architecture that was set about the city, even below the hotel Ari had booked for you two, “Brussels is beautiful.”

“We haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.” Ari’s chest was inches from your back, one hand settled against your hip and the other had brushed your hair off your neck, exposing your flesh for him to trail with his lips. “I arranged a spa day for you tomorrow.”

“Ari,” you whimpered his name, your head lolling back against his shoulder when his lips fluttered against your flesh, the trail he was carving with his open mouth kisses setting off a flurry of events that made your stomach flip over end, “you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he pulled you’re backflushed against his chest and ran his left hand over your hip to your waist, fingers splayed and spread against your lower belly, “I want to take care of you, honey. This is a treat for you, I need to spoil my princess.”

“A spa,” you were putty in his hands, weak for the touch of his lips against the base of your neck, “I’ve never gone to a spa.”

“I want to give you so many firsts, honey. I want to give you everything.” Ari slipped the hand that was on your belly further down your abdomen, his fingers slipping beneath the band of your leggings while you were lost in the sensation of his lips on your neck.

You were pliant in his embrace, helpless and unwilling to put an end to the way he was making you feel. His fingers were as talented as his mouth was as it nipped and suckled on your neck. Ari was putting forth a form of intimate foreplay you had never experienced before and just this, just his fingers and his mouth against your neck was enough to make you cum.

“I haven’t…done much.” You whimpered, his fingertips trailing against the very top edge of your cunt, our clit hyperaware of the pads of his fingers stroking the hard little nub. “Everyone else was…”

“I know, princess.” Ari’s fingers had started to separate your folds, his fingers ready to toy with your sweet little pussy and had been so far uninhibited. Yet before you could feel the beginning strokes, his phone had blared from across the room alerting you and him to the business that could and likely would keep him busy at least one day while you were here.

“I promise I will take care of you later.” Ari slipped his hand from your leggings and whispered the promise in your ear before he departed from you, the lack of warmth from his chest against your back and the promise of his fingers on your cunt had been more chilling than you expected.

You had watched him stride toward his phone and answer the call, holding up a finger toward you to get you to wait as he dealt with this. You watched him start pacing before he had moved from the one side of the open layout suite to the next, and when he had dropped into a wide leather armchair with his legs spread, you could finally see the outline of his half-hard cock in his jeans and you knew that his concerns about whether it would fit were justified.

There was a distinct heaviness to the trapped half-hard cock that had been growing in arousal and you had been curious about what exactly was trapped behind the denim in comparison to your exes and the few guys you had slept with.

While you listened to Ari, you were divided and torn between busying yourself with your phone or one of the books that had remained on the shelf, provided by the hotel, or dabbling in the mischievous task of finishing what he had wanted to start in the car.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you started to ascend on him, shuffling your feet against the sleek marble floor as you drew closer to him, listening to him converse with the person on the other line that was drawing some annoyance from Ari judging by the furrow of his brow and the subtle tick of his jaw. When you had happened upon him, you had dropped to your knees and crawled forward to place your hands upon his thighs, your fingers digging into the denim.

“What are you doing, baby?” He tilted the phone away and watched you sitting between his knees, your left hand snaking further up his thigh to his cock.

“I didn’t get to see it,” your answer was soft and quiet as you tried not to distract him from the phone call, “I’m curious.”

“You’ve sucked cock before?” Ari’s voice was as quiet as yours, his cock trapped beneath his jeans had twitched in protest of being contained, and you had reached for his fly and started pulling it down.

“Few times,” your hand slipped in through the crotch of his jeans and immediately grasped and squeezed the shaft trapped, “you’re bigger than I’m used to.”

“You wanna suck my cock when I’m on the phone, princess?” Ari crooned and brushed your hair behind your ear, trailing his fingers down the length of your jaw and then the side of your neck.

“Are you going to stop me?” You slowly pulled his cock out of his jeans and marvelled at the weight of it in your hands and the sheer length that made all your ex’s cocks look pathetic in comparison.

Not only was he long but he was also thick, painting an impressive and impactful picture of how full you would be once it parted your pussy walls.

“Don’t waste a drop, sweetheart. If you’re going to suck my cock while I’m on the phone, I don’t want you wasting anything.” Ari’s hand slipped around to the nape of your neck, his fingers weaving in the strands at the back of your head.

“I’ll try not to,” you shivered at the tone of his voice as you leaned in and first brushed your bottom lip against the leaking head, the small dribbles of precum wetting your flesh, “you’re so big.”

“You haven’t been with men, not real men. They were boys.” Ari had tilted the phone back, the time had come for him to speak again, and he had brushed his thumb against your bottom lip pre-cursing the moment your lips had parted and you had taken his head into your mouth.

You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, starting to suckle on the head as the taste of his pre-cum filled your mouth with integral addictiveness. You had kept your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, the tips of your fingernails curled against his thighs, while your lips were wrapped around his cock.

You had given yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your mouth being full of him before you started to bob your head up and down on his dick, listening to the soft and barely comprehensible grunts and groans as he guided your head.

You were slowly taking more of his thick cock into your mouth, your tongue lapping at him with every bob of your head, and when you had hallowed your cheeks around him, Ari had responded with a thrust of his hips that had caught you off guard. You had gagged around the head of his cock as it touched the back of your throat and had pulled your mouth off his cock to give yourself a chance to get resettled.

“You okay?” Ari mouthed, his concern for your wellbeing growing when you touched your fingers against your neck.

“I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting it.” You flashed him a smile then took his cock into your mouth again, rising from your knees to balance your weight on the front of your feet.

“Breathe through your nose, princess.” Ari had returned his hand to the nape of your neck, and guided you back to take all of him.

You felt his head touching the back of your throat while the tip of your nose was grazing his pelvis, your saliva dripping from the corner of your lips. You had sucked as hard as you could, cheeks hollowing as Ari had thrust his hips again while you attempted to head his advice and breathe through your nose. When he had stopped thrusting and you were able to pull your mouth off, you raised the back of your hand to your mouth and wiped the excess off.

“Good girl,” Ari praised you, his hand gently splayed against the back of your neck, his blue eyes burning into you as he listened to the person on the other line, “sucking my cock so fucking good.”

You licked your bottom lip, tongue wetting your flesh before you had enveloped the tip once more, swirling your tongue around the spongy head. You had looked at Ari through your lashes while you sucked on his dick, listening to the subtle groans and grunts that had become more erratic, a sign that he was going to finish soon.

“Take it all, princess. Take it all as my good girl.” Ari moved his hand from the back of your neck to your cheek, cupping it affectionately while you pushed your mouth further down on his shaft.

You were drawn in by his delectable taste and the sensation your own body was put through by the affectionate praises, and the surge of warmth between your thighs was indicative of the pleasure you were receiving from blowing him.

“Ari, are you listening?” The voice on the other line called, and a surge of pride shot through you when you noticed Ari’s eyes were screwed closed and his head had lolled back. He was wrought with pleasure and hissed in response to your hand slipping into his jeans to cup his balls.

“Are you fucking finished?” Ari hissed to the person he was talking to, the aggression rising as you squeezed his balls and simultaneously deepthroated him.

“Mr. Levinson-“

“Fuck!” You heard him curse first and then you felt the sudden eruption of his cock, the hot white sticky cum coating your mouth and throat as you swallowed all his spend, his cum warming a path from your throat to your belly, and when you had started to pull your mouth off his cock, you had taken the time to lap at the throbbing head of his cock, cleaning the last few drops.

“No, I’m here!” Ari growled into the phone, pulling it away to curse under his breath as his chest rose and fell with the high afflicting him. His thumb had stroked your cheek affectionately and when he had lowered his head once more and locked eyes with you, that feeling of pride had grown exponentially.

“Your mouth princess,” Ari groaned and leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a searing hot kiss, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip to taste himself, “is amazing. You’re so good.”

“I loved it,” you pushed yourself to stand and had stepped between his legs, hands grasping his shoulders.

“I won’t be long,” Ari mumbled against your lips when you bent down to kiss him, “and then we’ll get dinner.”

You hummed into his lips and then stepped away, moving from the living room of the suite toward the bathroom, looking over your shoulder in time to pick up on him rolling his eyes at the continued phone call.

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