#sorry if there's is a grammar mistake in the video. English is my second language and i'm not really good at it

[tero-ga]

Hey everyone, I'm back again with another TGAA Swap AU design art with Tobias Gregson taking Gina's role! He is in same age as Gina (17-18 years old) so I want to show that in his design as well not removing much of his original self.

Andd I also reanimated one of the scene in the game it self because, why not? I have a lot of motivation this past few week for some reason hdhsha. Anyway I hope you're liked it!

Here's the art concept for the designs!

[silencesscreams]

be my mistake

steve harrington x f!reader (smut)

“steve, how could i avoid you? it’s impossible, you’re everywhere i look!“

a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isn’t my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes

warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),

MINORS DNI

you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.

specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.

steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).

recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?

something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.

you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.

“ladies! im going on a second date tonight!” he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didn’t even know he had a first date with someone recently.

“what? with who?” robin asked confused.

“her names camila, she goes to state college, i think”

“hm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?” robin teased him.

“oh please, i have a lot of dreams!” he complained, putting on his vest.

“sure you do, stevie” you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?

you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.

it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.

and plus, it was steve harrington.

you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.

it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.

and so steve went on the date.

and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.

and you hated every single cell in her body.

camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.

but you couldn’t help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.

then steve and camila broke up.

so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.

and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you don’t know why, but robin wasn’t judging you for it.

you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you weren’t hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didn’t even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.

“okay, whenever you’re ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?” that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.

but being around steve was unbearable.

and you still, gave it a shot.

monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steve’s and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.

punctually, you were at steve’s, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasn’t on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.

took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

“hey, come in” he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.

“sorry i didn’t answer the door earlier, my family’s out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.” you smiled at him.

“no problem” you said, trying so hard not to look at him.

“hm, i’m gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fine”

“okay” you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why aren’t you that mad at him anymore?

when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.

“you wanna start now?” he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.

“maybe we should wait for robin, right?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“she’s not coming. didn’t she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.”

“oh, right.” she didn’t tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.

“y/n?” he called.

“yeah?” you looked at him, your ears flushed.

“have you been avoiding me?” oh shit.

“what do you mean?” you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.

“you know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now i’ve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.” oh shit.

“what?” you laugh anxiously. “no, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.”

“stop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!” he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.

“steve, how could i possibly avoid you? you’re everywhere i look!” you blurt out, he was looking at you now. “you’re at my job, you’re near my house, you give me a ride home, you’re in my fucking friend group!”

“i just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-“

“steve, stop it, you’re being mean.” you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. “you know how i feel about you and you always have.”

that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.

“what?” he lowered his head, trying to get something out.

“you dont get to do this to me, okay? you don’t. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when i’ve been in love with you since middle school.” you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.

“im going home.” you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven.

you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.

“stay.” he whispered.

“what?” you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.

“stay.” his hands were on your waist.

“okay.” you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.

until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.

it all happened way too fast.

his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.

your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.

he doesn’t even have to say anything, and neither do you.

he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.

he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice he’s just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you can’t bear to hide a smirk.

he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.

holy fucking shit.

then, like it didn’t drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.

you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.

with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so you’re straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighs.

“such a tease.” he was toying with the hem of your skirt. “this is hot.” he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.

you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but that’s not the point).

you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he can’t stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.

that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.

its not fair you looked like that. he just couldn’t help himself at the sight of you.

his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you can’t move.

it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.

he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.

you can’t help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,

“you look like…” your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck “like you’re mine.” you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, “not an answer, hun.”

he had barely touched you and you’re already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.

he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.

“answer or you’re not cumming tonight.” the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.

“steve, yes, i’m yours. i’ll be so good, please.” you whined.

he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.

“good girl.” he lifts you up, manhandling you as you’re being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.

he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.

“don’t be greedy.” he looked up at you from where he’s kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.

“my greedy girl” you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, “practically begging for me, huh?”

he’s mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.

“steveee” you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, “please.”

you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, “what it is it, princess? can’t even speak and i’ve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.” his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, “use you words.” you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.

“steve, please,” your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. “need you in me, please, i’ll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.”

“that’s all you had to say, baby.” with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.

“shit, you’re so pretty.” he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, “gonna fuck you with these on, okay?” you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,

“so fucked out.” he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re practically soaking.”

your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if he’s not looking.

steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.

your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.

once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. it’s probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,

“steve!” you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. “aw, doll, is that all you can say?” he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, “so fucked out, its cute.”

you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.

his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.

“fuck, steve, ju-just like that, please” he’s placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.

“fuck, so pretty for me, baby” he groans as he kisses your clit, “such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of ‘yesyessteve’. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.

his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum, oh my god, i’m gonna cum don’t stop please-“ you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.

“steve- fuck- you’re so fucking good” you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.

he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way you’re begging has him working over you faster.

he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? being mine? only good for me, huh?” any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.

“ohmygodsteve” you’re a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. you’re praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.

“aw, are you gonna cum already?” you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“cum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.” you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.

you’re whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,

“still need me, baby?” he’s rubbing your cheeks and you can’t help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,

“yes, please, need you so bad.” he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,

“good fucking girl.” you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad,” you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way you’re whining for him.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?” you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.

“your needy little slut” you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.

“of course you are” he’s spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, “tell me if you want to stop, okay?” with that, he pushes into you.

pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,

“still so tight” he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. “fuck, feels so fucking good” he kisses your neck, cooing at you. “pretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.” he’s pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. you’re moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.

“fuck, steve, harder” he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.

“you asked for it, doll” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. “can you take this?” he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. “you said you wanted it harder, didn’t you?”

your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. you’re moaning soft chants of ‘yes, please and steve’, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.

the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.

“fuck, taking me so well” he’s kissing your neck and playing with your tits, “you were made for me” he groans.

“oh my god” you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

he can tell you’re close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.

“please, need it so bad” you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,

“need what, baby?”

“need to cum” your voice sounds destroyed, “please-! please, need you to make me cum, steve” he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.

“only i can do this, huh?”

“you! only you, steve!” you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he must’ve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.

“i want you to cum” he says, fucking you onto his cock, “cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

“fuck, so good for me, honey” he kisses your shoulder. “such a good girl” he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.

he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.

“don’t worry, i’m just gonna get some things in the bathroom”

when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.

“i can go, if you want to.” you mutter, looking down at your hands.

“what? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movie” he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.

“okay, i will then.” you couldn’t help but smile.

“hey, about that thing you said earlier” he looked into your eyes. “i love you too.”

-

tag: @nix-rose

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 1. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

My head was bobbing to the music that was playing through my headset while I was finishing doing the dishes. The rest of the day went by normally. Nobody was weird and everything was just normal.

Normal is all I needed right now in my life with not too much stress.

I turned around to grab something from the counter when my ears began to ring. Grabbing my headset I took it off thinking it was that, but it was still there.

"What the hell," I mutter when it got louder before completely disappearing.

Great, put that on the list with the other things I have.

My phone went off that was on my couch making me snap out of whatever that just was. When I grabbed it I saw that it was Ji-su. She asked if I could come to her apartment because she wanted to let me hear something that she made for a song we were working on. I typed yes, but also said I needed to change first because I was still in the clothes I wore to work.

I took a grey long-sleeved shirt from the chair that I had in my room slipping it on before taking the black dress with spaghetti straps from the door where it was hanging. Taking my phone from the counter I walked to the door and put on my black covers.

The moment I walked out the door something felt wrong. The air was so thick that it almost was hard to breathe. I could feel my stomach turn telling me that something was off. I had had this feeling before. Every time I walked into the orphanage and it was so quiet I could feel that something was wrong or something bad would happen.

Most of the time I would be right because quickly afterward there would be a fight in the orphanage where someone would be in danger and whatnot. I'm pretty sure I developed it because I have had to be in survival mode my whole life there. I always had to look over my shoulder making sure I was safe.

Quickly I just shrug it off telling myself that it's all in my head and that I'm safe here. I came around the corner where the elevators were and saw Eun-hyuk standing there.

"Hey, going to work?" I asked grabbing his attention.

"Yeah. You?" He asked pressing the button for the elevator.

"I'm going to hang out with a friend that lives upstairs." He nodded looking away before talking again.

"Do you know how Eun-yu paid for her lessons?" I gave him a confused look.

"Why would I know that?" I asked with a laugh at the end.

"You two hang out a lot and I'm pretty sure you're the only one she talked to for the last couple of months." A frown came to my face at first, but then it hit me.

She told me she quit her lessons, but I guess she doesn't want him to know that. I didn't want to lie to him because he was also my friend.

"Eun-hyuk you are putting me in a tough spot here. If I tell you I would betray Eun-yu's trust, but I also don't want to lie to you. It's like asking to choose between you guys," I said scratching the back of my head.

A chuckle left his lips while he looked down before looking back up at me.

"I admire your loyalty to my sister and my friendship. It makes you a good friend, which she needs because she hasn't had one in a while. Maybe you could keep her out of trouble as well." I was happy that he understood what I meant.

"Do you also need a good friend right now? Seeing how you're always working and stuff. I haven't really seen you do other stuff than that," I admitted looking down while playing with my hands.

"You already are a good friend to me." He answers after a few seconds of silence.

I look back up at him seeing him smile at me.

"You're a lot over at our place and you don't ignore me like Eun-yu wanted you to do. We have fun conversations about old video games we used to play or really serious once when you have to wait on Eun-yu because she disappeared again." I let out a chuckle nodding my head.

I can't count on my hands how many times Eun-yu had disappeared in the evening. It always results in a worrying Eun-hyuk standing at my door asking if I know where she is. Most of the time I help him go look for her or try to call her because she would answer more likely to me than him.

"I'm happy you think about it that way," I answer truthfully.

"Can you just do two things for me?" He asked and in response, I nodded my head.

"Can you take care of her when I'm not around? She has the habit of getting in trouble and she needs someone to pull her back when she's going to do something, well stupid." I laugh knowing he was right.

After knowing her for a few months I know her ways to do it.

"The second one?"

"Can you tell me when she did something dangerous even if she asks you not to?" A frown came to my face while I bit on my lip.

If it were my sister I would be worried too and I would be happy if someone could tell me if everything is already with her.

"Yeah, I can do that."

He smiled at me before looking at the elevator.

"That's weird."

With a confused look, I looked at him.

"What?"

He looks up and down the elevator door before answering.

"The elevator isn't here yet. It should have been here a few minutes ago." Because of the talking, we hadn't noticed that any sound or movement was coming from behind the elevator door.

Looking to my right I saw what was wrong.

"Look, it's under maintenance. It's the stairs for us today." I look back at him and see him letting out a deep sigh putting his hands on his neck before looking back up.

"I guess you're right." I let out a laugh while we began to make our way to the stairs.

"So how are you doing lately? Are you still having those nosebleeds?" I didn't intend to tell anyone about it, but a few days ago I was over at their apartment in the evening because Eun-yu wanted my help with something.

When suddenly my nose began to bleed.

A lot.

I was used to it by then, but they weren't. I tried to stop it at first with the tissues she had in her room, but when she saw that it didn't stop she yelled for her brother who came rushing into the room because she never yelled for him. She yelled at him to do something pointing at me which he did. Having a brother who got into medical school is always handy. The bleeding stopped, but I fainted quickly afterward.

I woke up the next day in Eun-yu's bed with her looking down at me. The first thing she said was that I scared the shit out of her before asking me if I was okay. Of course, after that, I had to tell them about how it has been happening for a few days now, but that I have no idea why and that I'm okay.

Eun-hyuk wanted me to go to the hospital and let them check if everything was alright, which I quickly said no to. I don't really like people touching me. It brings back bad memories.

"I'm actually fine. I haven't had a nosebleed or fainted in a day or so now." Which was a miracle because I had them a lot.

"That's great. If it would have lasted any longer I would have taken you myself to the hospital. It could have been something really dangerous." It could be, but it's over now. It was probably related to stress. Seeing how the last couple of months have been before and right after moving here.

"Ooooh, does Lee Eun-hyuk care for someone else than his sister? Eun-yu was wrong and you are a human with feelings and not some super smart robot someone had created to annoy her." I laugh teasing him.

He tried to hide his smile, but I could see the corner of his mouth move.

"Honestly, that is probably one of the more friendliest things she has called me." I laugh nodding at him.

We said goodbye to each other when we finally reached the stairs, both going different ways. Before I took my first step up I turned around yelling his name.

"Eun-hyuk, she isn't in any danger."

A frown came on his face not knowing what I meant.

"Her lessons. She didn't do anything stupid so don't worry about it."

I began to walk up the stairs hearing him chuckle before walking down.

I know that Eun-yu is adopted. She had told me that a few months ago. It was one of the first times she opened up to me. She had shown me a picture of them when they were little with their parents. I knew their parents had died in a car accident, but she hadn't told me that it was because they were on their way to her ballet performance that she begged she could go to.

She talked about how she was an orphan and that now she had made Eun-hyuk an orphan too. I had tried to comfort her, telling her that it wasn't her fault and stupid shit like that happens. I tried, but she didn't believe me. Maybe that was the right time to say that I was one too, but I didn't want to talk about my problems when she had just opened up to me.

My feet stopped walking when I came to the fourteenth floor. The door was open, but the thing that made me stop was the smear of blood that was on it. With slow steps, I began to make my way to it. Did someone get hurt here? I haven't heard anything unusual when I was home.

Carefully poking my head out the doorway I try to see if someone was there.

There was only silence which made things worse. The bad feeling in my stomach returned the moment I stepped a foot into the hallway. Everything seemed normal until I almost slipped on something. Lifting my foot from the ground I saw more blood. I looked up and saw that it was a trail.

Someone who was hurt must have come through here. I bite my lip debating whether to just turn around and get the guard, but then the thought of him being exhausted came back. Taking just a look never hurts someone. If someone is hurt I just call someone for help. Walking beside the blood trail I began to follow it.

The smell of metallic became stronger the more blood I found on the floor. I halted in my tracks when my ears began to ring again. It wasn't like the last time. This time it hurts my ears making me cover them with my hands thinking that they will begin to bleed. It lasted a few seconds before it died down.

Slowly I moved my hands from my hands afraid I would see blood, but there was nothing on them.

"What the hell?" I mutter out taking deep breaths.

My body spun around when I heard a sound from behind me. It sounded like someone was in pain, letting out a low groan.

"Hello? Do you need help?" I was about to make my way back from where the sound came from when someone stepped from behind the corner I just come from.

It was a girl, that was for sure, but the rest of her body was kinda hiding in the shadows because the light above her was broken.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A loud squeal came from her before I heard her voice.

"I'm so hungry." To my surprise, it sounded like the girl I bumped into today.

"Uhm, I don't have anything with me?" I said confused.

I didn't know if the blood was coming from her because she was so hidden in the dark, but when my eyes traveled down her hands I saw something dripping from her hands.

"So hungry."

She took a step forward, making me take a step back not trusting the situation at all.

My eyes widened when I saw her completely now. Her face was covered in blood around her mouth and nose. The blood was definitely coming from her. My body completely tensed up when I saw her hands. They were completely covered in a grey tint that was underneath the blood together with some black vines going up her arm.

I even think that her nails seemed longer than normal humans.

"I'm hungry."

I took a few steps back when her croaky voice came out.

"J...just stay there." I managed to get out my lips.

The girl let out a groan taking more steps forward. How can this be real? She doesn't look human at all. Is she pranking me because of earlier?

"I....I'm sorry I called you a bitch!" I yelled out taking faster steps backward.

My words didn't seem to go through her. My feet stepped on something crunchy, making me stop walking scared I stepped on something she had killed. My body froze completely when she began to charge at me with a loud chilling yell.

I braced myself for what she would do to me when there was the sound of a door opening beside me, a second later someone grabbed my arm pulling me away just seconds before the girl could get to me.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

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Hey guys! I hope you guys are liking the story so far! A lot more chapters are coming! I’m going to update this every other day! So it’s going to be a long ride on this one!

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May I request a sub! heracles who has a mommy kink for reader?🤭

sorry for the late reply! but sure thing :]

this counts as a part 2 from this post

AFTER CENTURIES [PT.2]

pairing: record of ragnarok — heracles x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

content warning: fingering (m) | use of toys (dildo) | praising | mommy kink | mentions of porn videos | masturbation (m) | aftercare | hinted spoilers at the end?

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The exclamations from the crowd reached out all the way to the intimacy of Heracles’ quartels. Still, neither of you play them no mind as you’re all over each other, making love like it would be the last time you would do so.

“Hurry up…hurry up” Heracles whispers breathless, hips moving towards your hand as you thrust three fingers inside his lubed hole.

“I know, I know. Spare me a little. For your information, is not easy to dilate a man that’s twice your size” 

“And I’ve been telling you that there’s no need. I’ve been doing this a fair amount of times in the past for me to use the toy with ease” the God says, still biting down his bottom lip at the feeling of the flesh of your fingers moving inside him.

“Well, excuse me for trying to make this more intimate” you huff, rolling your eyes in a joking manner as you started to pull away to reach for the toy in the night stand.

Heracles pulls you in a deep kiss before you could make another move.

“Every moment with you is intimate enough, my dear” he whispers softly against your lips, a smile growing on his face as you smile back at him.

“Mmh. Now I’ll fuck you like you want me to” leaving a short kiss on his lips, you start moving again to take the big dildo from the night stand.

Without even asking him to, Heracles took both of his strong legs and pulled them over his chest, leaving you free access to his hole and swollen dick that rested on top of his strong torso. His gaping hole was looking ready to receive the toy at any moment, and his sparkling eyes confirmed it.

“Cute” you whisper to yourself as you move around the mattress to lay beside him. You leave a kiss on his forehead before turning around and starting to slowly insert the toy inside him.

“Oh…” Alcides throws his head back on the pillows, his grip on his legs loosening for his arms to wrap around your figure.

“Feels good?” you smile at his face twisting in pleasure.

“So good…” he moans before biting down his bottom lip.

The room, once again, was filled with Heracles’ moans as you thrust the dildo inside of him again and again. The squelching noises of the extra lube you used on him sounded so provocative that you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting aroused too, but for now, you want to focus on your lover’s pleasure and the expressions that he’s making for you.

“If only you could take a look at yourself, baby” you groaned in his ear, leaving kisses around his ear and cheek. “So beautiful, so precious…just for me” you kiss the corner of his lips, smiling when he moves his face to follow your lips.

He looks up at you with puppy eyes, as he wasn’t one of the most powerful Gods to exist on earth, and with a whiny voice he says. “Only for you, mommy” 

Your heart beats faster in your chest, and without any second thought and pure lust, you crash your lips on his, as your hand takes upon a fasten speed, fucking into your boyfriend roughly.

His moans die on your mouth and his strong arms scoot you closer to his body, hands running all over your skin. He can’t get enough, he had centuries of relationship he had to make up with you.

Even after you pulled away, his kisses followed from your cheek to your neck, one of his hands sliding under your shirt and starting to massage your breasts.

“Where do you learn all these things?” you ask out of breath.

“God Loki is always…s-showing me these human websites where…oh fuck- adults are having sex in videos” he managed to say in between moans, “and I particularly like those where men calls their woman partners ‘mommy’...made me think of you” he grins, moving his hips over the dildo.

“You’re really driving me crazy” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again.

Both your hand and Heracles’ hips moves meet in one synchronized dance.

Once you pull apart from the kiss, your mouth quickly moves to his chest and takes one of his nipples between your teeth before starting toying with it with your tongue.

“Oh mommy…that feels so good!” 

“Yeah? Keep doing those sounds for me, baby. Show mommy how good she makes you feel”

Something about you calling yourself mommy made Haracles feel more aroused, and without a second thought, he filled the room and hallways with his moans and whimpers.

After a few more minutes in the same position, Heracles was now with his face on the pillows and ass up in the air, you in between his legs as you kept pushing the dildo in and out of him, his moans muffled by the pillow.

“There you go ~ Such a good boy for me, mmh? Are you gonna cum for mommy?” you coo at him, stroking his dick at the same time your other hand -ever so tired- keep on pushing the toy in him.

“Mmhg yes…gonna cum. Oh…oh heavens”

He bites down on the pillow he holds as threads of his cum shoot from his tip and dirties the sheets below him.

“There you go ~” you coo at him once again as you milk him off. That hand that stroked him slowly started to lose its pace, as well as the hand that controlled the dildo inside of him, gradually stopping and pulling away.

Heracles stays laid face down on the bed as you clean him up and put the toy away, smiling when he feels you leave kisses along his broad back until you reach his face, that you also shower with kisses.

“You did so good” you whisper with a kiss on his lips.

“Mmh, you shouldn’t have doubted my abilities to take the toy” he mumbles with a raspy voice, letting you cuddle him closer to your chest.

“Mmh yes ~ You did so great taking it for me” you kiss his forehead as your fingers run through his hair.

You share another few minutes like that, bodies entangled together in a comfortable silence, until a few knocks on the door makes the both of you look at the door.

“Heracles-sama? It’s almost time for the fight” it was one of the guards who speaked from the other side.

You let the guard’s words sink into you, and an overwhelming sadness strikes on your chest. Now it was really time for him to go.

Heracles looks up at you and instantly senses your mood change. He smiles a sad smile before he kisses your cheek, and takes your lips on his when you turn around.

“I’ll come back” he whispers against your lips, letting you kiss him once again, this time a little bit longer.

“Please do” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his for a second, before he starts getting out of bed and starts picking up his clothes.

Your eyes run along his back once again, trying to remember every single detail of him. Just in case you won’t see him again.

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[cahrlotah]

“as soon as you walk in, no one else in this room exists to me.” with Eddie 🥹

Hey! I hope you like this! I'm really sorry if I took so long and I also hope that this is close of what you had in mind!

Also English is not my first language so there might be some spelling/ grammar mistakes.

Word count: 1.8K

trigger warnings: mediocre writing, Eddie being insecure

Eddie x Harrington!Reader

“Hey (Y/N)! Can we talk for a second?” James asks, looking kinda nervous. 

“Yeah, sure”. I agree, following him outside the cafeteria. He is playing with his hands as we walk next to each other.

“I was-, I was wondering-” he mutters” I was wondering if you would like to go to prom with me?” he babbles as he runs his hand through his hair. 

“Um.. James I would love to but someone has already asked me and I’ve said yes” his gaze turns sad. “I’m so sorry, I really am,” I say, putting my hand on his shoulders.

“Yeah, no worries,” he looks down, “ it was worth trying”. He looks up and locks his eyes into mine “May I ask who he is?”

“It’s a secret Evans, you will see tonight” I tease winking at him. As I re-enter the cafeteria, the sound fills up my ears again. I sit down interrupting the conversation my friends are having about prom. My best friend Alice looks up, noticing just now that I was gone. 

“Where were you?” she asks. “ With James” I mumble. Her eyes open in surprise. “ Did he ask you for prom?” I nod. “ And what did you say?” she teases as she leans towards me. 

“No obviously. I’ve already told you I have someone to go with, plus it is really stupid to ask someone to prom the same day and expect to have a yes for an answer” my hands run through my hair as the same time Alice sits next to me. 

“Oh yeah! I forgot about your mysterious boy” she puts her arms around me “the one you haven’t told us anything” she says dramatically as her right hand messes my hair.

“Tonight” laughs coming uncontrollably out my mouth. They retake the conversation about prom when I remember I forgot something “ Girls...” I mutter, they all look at me. “ I forgot to tell you that I’ll be late to prom, 20 minutes max, I completely forgot I had to help Steve to close Family Video, Robin is out for the night and I promised him I would help.”

“Wait what?!?” they all scream at the same time “nononono we have been planning this all year! You need to tell Steve to man up and to do it alone” Chrissy complains.

“I know, I Know. He just really needs me this afternoon. I promise I will invite you all to ice cream or to the cinema in compensation” I know it is bad to lie to your friends but my boyfriend Eddie wants to get ready with me, and only a handful of people know that we are dating, because he wants to keep it private. Between complaints and whining the bell indicating that lunch time has finished rings, forcing us to go back to class. I hurry up, trying to keep up with them but before going to class I look over my “secret” lover boy, throwing him a small kiss and a wink which responds by mouthing “love ya!”. 

The rest of the school day passes slowly like the summer hours in midday where it’s too hot to do anything and minutes don’t seem to pass by. The last ring takes us by surprise, as if the whole class decided to become zombies enchanted by the topic our Spanish teacher was talking about. Everyone gets out of class running to either their cars or the school bus just to hurry up home to start getting ready for dance. My group of friends are waiting for me but I still need to wait for him to finish some D&D stuff. 

“Harrington!” Mason shouts across the parking lot. I turn to look at him, “ are you coming with us?” he asks as Ashley enters his car.

“Nope, I need to wait for Steve, he is picking me up in 10 minutes”, I add as I sit on the bench near the entrance door. They all get in the cars and wave at me as they get lost on the highway. In less than ten minutes there is no one around, only Eddie’s old van and Dustin and Mike’s bikes. The sun is hitting hard, heat waves can be seen above the ground, when the door suddenly opens, three boys coming out, one of them being my precious boy. 

“Hey there beautiful” he says, grabbing my waist and pulling me into a kiss.

“EWWW” the two freshmen cry. “Get a room or something” Dustin begs, while he does the gesture of throwing up.

“Hey! Both of you get lost!” Eddie yells as the two poor boys walk away to their bikes.

“Eddie, don't be so hard on them” I hit him on his torso, he falls back dramatically. “ I’m so sorry guys!” they turn around. With a smile on their faces, they unlock their bikes and ride down the heated road. 

“So…” Eddie hugs me from behind “ what are our plans for this lovely afternoon, m’lady?” I turn around wrapping my hands around his neck.

“ As it is too soon to get ready for prom, we could watch a movie while we eat something and then just get ready. How does this sound” his grip tenses around my skin, his rings pressing into my flesh. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I question as his nervousness starts to take over him. 

“I just don’t know if we should make it oficial today, like do you really want to be associated with me?” he asks while scratching his neck. 

“ Eddie…” I am saddened that he would even consider me being embarrassed of being with him. I reach for his face with my hand but he refuses my touch by moving his face. I am forced to grab his face for him to look at me. “Don’t ever say that. Because I can’t handle you feeling this way about something that is between us and ONLY us. Everytime I walk into a room no one else in this room exists to me. It’s just you and me against the world, if people can’t accept the fact that we are together it sounds like their problem and not ours.” I say kissing him.”Now let’s go home because I really need something to eat”, we lock hands and walk towards his van. The drive home is filled with laughs and the both of us singing our hearts out to some radio songs. 

The afternoon is full of hugs, kisses and just having some couple time without anything bothering us. 

We start getting ready, while the sun is setting, a cold breeze coming through my window. His back muscles tensing as he puts his shirt on. I go to the bathroom to  change into my prom dress, a simple long black satin dress with black heels and some pearls on my ears. My makeup it’s just blue bright eyeshadow with black liner. As I walk out, Eddie’s eyes travel all over my body with some lust, he slowly walks towards me making me twist. 

“You look absolutely amazing princess” he kisses me. We walk down the stairs, my parents and brother waiting for us, my mom has a polaroid camera on her hands.   

“ Omg darling you look beautiful” she exclaims while cleaning a tear off her eye. My dad and Steve go to the living room while Eddie and I stay with my mom, preparing for a full on photoshoot. After twenty minutes of posing and smiling, my mum is done and we are ready to take off to prom. 

As we are walking to the van my dad screams

“ Munson! Home before 2.30 am! Or you are dead!”, his low voice sounding like a colonel.

“ And remember guys, wrap it before you tap it !” Steve screams on the top of his lungs.

“Steve!” me and my mom scream while my dad smacks the back of his neck. Eddie laughs if off. 

The drive back to high school is way quiet than before, Eddie tensing by the second we are closer. In less than ten minutes he is parking, the parking lot being full of cars and the sound of music sounding in the distance, like a soft whisper. 

I walk out the car before him, waiting for him to park correctly. When he locks his hands with mine, I can tell he is nervous as he can’t stop sweating. 

“ Hey,” my grip gains strength “ everything is going to be fine. We are going to have the nights of our lives and we are going to enjoy every minute of it regardless of what people might say. ``He gives me a small smile as we enter the school. Music gets louder by the second, we finally arrive at the gym entrance, our hands locked as hard as they have ever been. I open the door, entering the big room with a big smile and the most amazing person next to me. 

I try to find my way through the crowd, when the whispers start to be heard. “ Is that (Y/N) Harrington with Eddie Munson?!?” A group of girls say, another one starts questioning if Eddie did some kind of satanic ritual to get me to go to prom with me. I turn around to that group death glaring at them, they shut up immediately. My friends are waiting for us next to the drinks, their smiles disappear when they see who I came with. Eddie stops me and whispers

“Babe, I think that I will wait for you in the car. I want you to have and enjoy the night. I’m sure one of the basketball boys will dance with you and make this night more enjoyable.” He kisses my hand and starts to back out. I grab his wrist before he can get any further from me. 

“No, you are not going anywhere”, I force him to walk towards the table.” Hi there guys!” I wave at them.

“Hi (Y/N)...” says Ashley. The atmosphere is awkward, not knowing what to do. Words not coming from either sides. 

“Um.. guys. Eddie and I have been dating for a while. I know that you guys and him are different in a lot of ways. The only thing I ask is that you respect my decision to be with him” I say really quickly. The girls look at each other and then run to hug me with smiles on their faces. 

“Why wouldn't we respect your decision silly?!” says Chrissy. 

“Yeah, it was quite shocking to see you with him, but nothing that we can’t get used to” Ashley says hugging me so tight, she might break one of my ribs.

After all of this anxiety and chaos , the rest of the night Eddie and I spent it slow dancing in the middle of the crowd like there was no one else in that gym.

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One shot: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Flight 435

Warning: Just some Fluff with Bradley. English is my second language. Feel free to give me a comment about my writing and grammar mistakes. I saw a TikTok video where the pilot surprised his mom on the aircraft, and that inspire me to make this.

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Summary: Bradley got surprised on his forty years old birthday.

Bradley walked through the hall searching for his seat on this aeroplane. His phone was in his hand with the screen on and a FaceTime on with a little girl wearing a tiara and pink gown displayed on it. He looked at his plane ticket in the other hand and read his seat number. He looked around and spotted his seat, he walked past passengers that putting their bags into the compartments. He muttered sorry every time he accidentally bumped into them.

He let out a sigh when he was finally seated. He raises his phone to his face and smile at his five years old daughter smiling at him with two missing teeth. "daddy's on the plane now, princess"

"Okay daddy, I miss you, and have a safe flight" he yelled and kiss the phone. Bradley smiled and blow her a kiss with his fingers. "I miss you too baby, waited for daddy okay, and be good for your Nana," he said to her. A sixty years old woman appeared behind her, your mother, bend down to level the phone. "Don't worry, hun. She's in a safe place" she smiled and kiss Layla's cheek.

"Take care of your brother too" Bradley pointed to the two years old boy that playing with an F-18 toy behind her.

"Okay daddy" she nodded. Your mother appeared again with a bowl of fruit in her hand. "Have a safe flight, hun" she waved at him

"Thanks, mom" Layla bid goodbye and Bradley ended up the called.

When you two begin dating and told your mom, she insisted Bradley call her mom instead of her real name. She said because Bradley will gonna be her son-in-law and he should get used to calling her mom. At first, you laugh at her and tell her to stop embarrassing herself. But Bradley give your mother a knowing smile and she winked at him, she knows what Bradley planned for you.

He rest his head on the headrest behind him and closed his eyes waiting for the takeoff. He just got back from deployment and he is now on his way to visit his children at your mother's house in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

You and Bradley met twenty years ago through one of your mutual friends, you're two years younger than him. You didn't begin dating after that, it took you two five years to announce you like each other and just five months for Bradley to declare his love for you. A year after that, Bradley proposed to you and you married two months later in a small winter wedding in your mother's backyard.

Now you've been married for twelve years and have been blessed with a daughter and son. While Bradley worked as a Naval Fighter Pilot, you worked as a pilot for commercial aircraft. When you two decide to have a child, your mother is very happy to step up to help you two so you still can do your job and so does Bradley. After Adam, your youngest was born, you decided to step aside for flying the plane, but after just two months at home, your butt is itchy to go back to the pilot seat. Your mother and Bradley support you to go back and she'll be happy to take care of her grandchildren. She's been alone since your father died when you still taking flight school. She never remarried and it was just you two after that. After you married, Bradley took you with him to Virginia to live with him leaving your mother alone in Wisconsin. You suggest her to move in with you but she said she can't leave the house where she and the love of her life build a life and share many memories.

Now, whenever Bradley got Deployment and you have a flight to do, your mother gonna take your children to Wisconsin with her until one of you got back from your job. You like that because it makes your children get to know their grandmother and your mother will get company so she'll not be alone anymore.

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Now Bradley just got back from deployment, the last time he saw you were three months ago. A month ago you called him and telling him you have a flight to do and your mother take the kids with her.

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He called you last night and told you he got back and decide to visit the children, he asked you to come with him but you can't because you still have a flight to Berlin before joining him. You booked him a single flight to Wisconsin.

He frowned when you told him you can't join him. He didn't like that, but he understands your job, so he wishes you a good day and a safe flight. But actually, you have something waiting for him on the plane.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, today I'm gonna be your pilot for Flight 435 from San Diego to Milwaukee. Before we take off, I have some announcements to make." A female voice-filled speaker on this aircraft, Bradley open his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. The voice sound familiar but he can't place who she was.

"First, we are gonna layover to Denver International Airport before continuing our flight to Milwaukee. Second, please listen to the Cabin Crew for your safety and the behalf of other passengers on this aircraft." The voice continues.

"Lastly, I need you to turn on seat 35C," some of the passengers in the same hall with Bradley begin to turn their heads to him, even the person that sat next to him. Bradley looked at them with wide eyes, confused and wondering.

"a Navy soldier that has been serving this country for fourteen years. He's my husband and he's turning forty today, thank you for your service to this country honey, and thank you for being a loving husband and great father for Adam and Layla. Happy Birthday, " Bradley broke into a smile and covered his face with his hand, flustered and surprised. Passengers begin to clap and cheer for him. Some of them even came to congratulate him and wish him a happy birthday.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you may, you can stand on your seat and sing happy birthday with me for him" a happy birthday song begins to play on the speaker and passengers and the cabin crew begin to sing and you came out behind the curtain with a chocolate cake on your hand. On top of the cake, it was candles with the number forty already lit up.

You sing happy birthday while walking to him, your co-pilot, Brandon behind you bringing a bouquet of flowers and a Rooster balloon. He said they'll suit Bradley for the gift. Some of the passengers begin to open their phones to record the moment.

Bradley stand up and placed his hand on his mouth, still shocked and in disbelief. He looked at you with wide eyes, "Happy Birthday, my love. Make a wish first" you said to him. He was still in disbelief and just shook his head. He removed his hand from his mouth and you take the cake closer to his face. He closes his eyes to make a wish and blow out the candle, Brandon then throws the confetti to Bradley. You shoot him looked "you cleaned that up" he gives you a toothy grin and apologized.

You give the cake to the cabin crew and she takes it to the back. "Wow, Thankyou honey, but how? You said you have a flight to Berlin" he asked, his cheeks red from flustered.

You shrug and give him a knowing smile "I'm the one who booked you a ticket remember", Bradley leaned closer and hug you. "Thank you, honey, I love you" you hug him back and he buries his face in your neck.

"Happy Birthday my love. Thank you for being with me until this time" you muttered to his neck, Bradley then pull you away from him and looked at your eyes. "There's nowhere I wanna be beside your side, honey" he leaned down to kiss you and the passengers and cabin crew begin to cheer.

***

When you landed at Milwaukee Airport, Bradley waited for you at the exit door. He is greeted by your cabin crew when they pass by him. He smile politely at them and looked in the exit hall for your feature.

When he spotted you with your cap on, he smile so bright and already fixing his coat. It's almost winter in Wisconsin and he can't wear his signature Hawaiian shirt while in here.

"Hey honey" he greeted you and scoop you in his arms. Your luggage was abandoned on your side when you threw your arms on his neck. He lifts you a few feet from the floor and squeezes your waist.

"I love you so much" he muttered and kiss your neck, you giggle and kiss his neck too "I love you too so much my love". He pulls away from the hug and tucks you closer into his arms, he placed his arm around your shoulder and you place yours on his waist.

"I think your mom already waiting for us," he told you, you nodded to him and give his lips a peck. He takes your luggage and takes them with him. You walked toward the entrance way and spotted your mother and your two children waiting for you two. You have a special gift for Bradley in here.

"Daddy.." Layla spotted Bradley first when you two just step out from the exit door. She run from your mother's side and threw herself at Bradley that already kneeling when he saw her running.

He picks her up to his arms and she buries her face in his neck "Princess, I miss you"

"I miss you too, Daddy" she nuzzles on Bradley's neck.

"So you don't miss mommy?" You fake pouted to her. Layla lift her head from Bradley's neck and looked at you with wide eyes.

"No, I miss mommy too" she then extended her arms for you to pick her up from Bradley. You smile and pick her up from Bradley. She burry her face into your neck and circle her arms around your neck, you kiss her hair and Bradley kisses her temple.

You all continue your walk to your mom that already waiting with Adam in her arms beside her car.

"Hey, buddy" Bradley leave your side and ran to Adam with your luggage in his hand. He stops in front of your mom and takes Adam from her.

"Oh I miss you, buddy" he blew raspberry to his cheek which make him giggle.

You embrace your mom with Layla still in your arms "hey mom" she pats your back "hey darling". She pulls away and places her hands on your biceps, squeezing them "Are you okay?".

"Just a bit tired" you give her a tired smile. "Here, let me take Layla" she try to take Layla but Layla tightened her grip on your neck.

"It's okay, mom, I'm fine." You reassured her.

"WHAT!? NO WAY" you hear Bradley shriek when he read Adam's shirt. He looked shocked and his eyes double size. He looked at you with mouth agape "honey, is-is- is it true?" He stuttered, you turn to him and give him a knowing smile.

"Adam's gonna be a big brother?" He asked still shocked. You nodded.

"Big brother" Adam throws his arms in the air and giggles happily.

He then walked to you and hug you, squeezing Layla between your arms in the process "oh, I'm so happy. This is the best gift ever" he muttered on your hair.

"Daddy, I can't breath" Layla push Bradley's chest away.

"Oh sorry princess," he then steps aside to stand beside you and kiss your temple. "Thank you, honey, for making me a father again" he muttered on your hair. He placed his arm around your shoulder.

"Guys looked at here" your mom pointed the camera at you. You rest your head on Bradley's shoulder, Layla in your arms wearing your pilot hat and giving the camera a toothy smile, while Adam is in Bradley's arms playing with Bradley Henley's shirt button with his shirt written ' Big Brother.'

[sunny-117]

My first tickle fanfic

Hey guys😊

So I was bored and thought I could do a little experiment. I never wrote an tickle fic before but all of the sudden u had an idea for that fic here.

I hope you like it💗

If you have any requests then pls let me know them🥺

And again: if I have english grammar mistakes then I am sorry. English is not my first language...

Lee/switch: Gunil , Ler/switch: Y/N (your name)

It was a rainy afternoon and I was at home. I was bored cause I had nothing to do. But suddenly I got an idea.

My best friend Gunil was at home. I don’t know were the other members where but I knew I could have fun with Gunil. The members and I often do a lot together. I met them at a concert because I won a backstage pass. And we've been very good friends ever since. Especially Gunil and I.

That’s why I stood up from the couch I was laying on and followed the music. Gunil had his music on and ‘Pirates’ was playing. One of my favorite songs. I gently knocked at the door and he turned the music down cause he heard my knock. “Who is there?” Gunil asked and I poked my head in his room. “I am bored” I said and pouted. He giggled and and let me come in. I came in and sat down on his bed. “What do you wanna do?” He asked and also came to me and sat next to me on the bed. “I dont know” I said and pouted again which caused gunil again to giggle. “Its raining outside and my phone is also boring. I really don’t know what I should do.” I whined now. I looked up to gunil and I saw that he was thinking. But out of the blue I felt playful and started to smile. I thought about the tickle challenge in one of the Rock the world videos.

And I remembered gunil is really ticklish. Of course I wanted to test it and as he was thinking I poked him in his side. He flinched as he looked me in the eyes. “Y/N… Don’t you dare” he said in a threatening voice. But I didn't care cause I wanted to hear him laugh. I loved his laugh right when I saw him for the first time. I've known xdinary heroes since their debut and knew that gunil would become my bias. As he looked away I pounced on him and went straight for his belly. Ofc I tickled him gently but he laughed hysterically. “ Y/N.. PLEAHAHASE STOHOHOHOP!!” “But you have such an cute laugh” I yelled over his laughter as I went for his hips. He threw his head back and his laughter was louder than before. What I realized was that he wasn't trying to throw me of off him. I slowed my tickles down because I didn't wanted to kill him and and got off him. I helped him to get the ghost tickles away as he remains giggling. “Dohohnt dohoho thahat eheheber agaihihin”“I can’t promise gunil. You have such a cute laughter” as I said this I poked him again in the sides. As he jerked away he holds my hands. “You also have a cute laughter Y/N.” As he said this he scribbled with his hand all over my belly. “NOHOHOHO.” I laughed and try to get a hold on gunils hands. He tickled me for another seconds and also stopped. “Not that funny hmm?” He asked and as I pouted again and shake my head he giggled. I felt how gunil pulled me into a hug and I smiled because he remembered that I loved skinship. Especially hugs. We were silent until my stomach grumbled. Now I was the one who giggled. We were still in a hug and he whispered into my ear:” how about we order us delicious food and the members domt get anything from our food?” I nodded and we stopped hugging. I laid on my back and then we waited until the food arrives…

[pirateprincessblog]

Hey loveee can you do a yunho smut if s/o teasing him all day secretly infront of the boys (like during a hang out or something) and then he snapped. Which yunho and s/o left the hang out early cuz he will be giving a ‘punishment’

Tease Me More 》 J. Yunho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, public sex, teasing, praising, mention of voyeurism, biting kink, degradation, overstimulation, ddlg role-play (mentioned once or twice), squirting, oral (male receiving)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.6k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Yunho loves bringing you along when he goes out with his friends. He loves your energy, your humour and your personality. It's usually a peaceful ride wherever you go, but today a sixth friend decides to join, forcing you to sit on Yunho's lap for the rest of the ride. Lots of crowded lanes and a delayed arrival, your squirming due to the summer heat and Yunho not getting any release for almost a week mean bad(read: good) news for you.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Y'all know that video of Yunho spinning that CD in the album with his finger? Yeah. Also that video in one of their lives with that deep ass voice? Yeah.

❧ All my works are currently written in second/third person point of view, until I figure out what works best for me. Sorry for the messy POVs in the meantime. You can pick which a POV you want, including first person, while requesting. The reader doesn't have a name or any tags similar to Y/N. Please check my masterlist to see directions for requesting.

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❧ 𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢?

༻♡༺

You knew Wooyoung and San were funny and loud. What you didn't know was they had this obsession with energy drinks and those mini bottled cocktails. It's a hot sunny day, and you've been in the car for thirty minutes and already had enough. They were already tipsy and a bit too much to handle. The beach was not too far away, but it was Saturday and lots of people were using their day off to cool off in the inviting sea. The AC in the car wasn't properly working, and your bare warm legs touching Yunho's as you sat on his lap only made you want to jump out of the window and crawl to the beach. Hongjoong peacefully drove his brand new Jeep, stopping once in a while at the traffic lights or letting people into the lane.

Your skin was sticking to your boyfriends, and every once in a while, you moved so you can peel yourself off of him. His hands rested on your waist, thumbs gently caressing your skin over the beach dress. He had his nose buried into your hair, enjoying the silky feeling of it and the smell of coconut. Yunho was drained, he had zero energy left from the hard training session the day before. He just wanted to lay on his watermelon floatie and doze off in the middle of the sea.

Yunho was imagining the cold drops of the salty water against his skin, and it was already a big relief. The AC blew warm air into his face, but Yunho was already at the beach. His hands are swinging from the floatie into the cool water, distancing him from the shore and into the peaceful deeper sea. He could taste the salt on his lips. His eyes burned with that weird sensation after diving into the water, and the smell of the sunscreen and the floatie took him back to his childhood. Away from the stage, away from the stares, and away from the judging mirror in the practice room.

Yunho was back in the car when he felt friction between his legs. You squirmed again, desperately trying to find an area that wasn't burning so you can sit. Your dress had climbed up, and your bottom was now clearly rubbing against him. Intentional or not, Yunho needed you to stop.

"Love-"

"I'm uncomfortable." You whine, squirming again.

"We'll be there soon." He sighs, then places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving.

"But Yunho-"

Yunho then pulls a lock of your hair, then places his lips next to your ear. You almost moan at the sensation of your hair getting pulled, but he stops you by putting his hand over your mouth.

"Be good."

And two words were enough to make you calm down. The dominant energy Yunho kept emitting even in non-sexual situations made you feel... sexual.

Yunho let go of your face, then placed his hand at your lower stomach. He applied pressure every once in a while, giving it gentle massages in hopes to keep you patient. It wasn't the beach you were impatient about. It was Yunho. His scent was suddenly all over you, and his skin against yours now felt pleasing. Oh, how hot he was. He wore his black swimming shorts, a dark blue summer shirt, sunglasses, and your favorite, rings. His hair was messy and sweaty at his forehead, making him look additionally hot and fucked out. You want him. You want him so bad.

Your hand innocently lays on his thigh, giving it gentle squeezes. It then reaches behind your back in an attempt to fix the beach dress. Instead of that, you end up brushing your hand against him. You almost smile and sigh with satisfaction. He was ready. You just needed to get a hold of him. Your bottom rubbed up and down his clothed shaft, and you could feel his breathing slow down on your neck. His fingers teasingly rub the area just above your briefs. You're already deep in, but he will join you soon.

His fingers dip under the dress, his hot skin and cool rings finally touching you like you want to. He traces the area around your clit. Each circle is painfully slow, so slow that you want to cry out of pleasure. His fingers finally press on your clit, making your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Head up." He orders.

San was full of energy that needed to be unleashed, and both you and Yunho were thankful for that right now. He was enthusiastic about a game he had bought on Steam, and the rest of the group was carefully listening, leaving Yunho to do his little dirty job.

You bring your head back up, only to let it fall to the front. The pleasure felt so intense, you couldn't help yourself. You were already falling apart in his arms. Yunho wasn't having it with your disobedience. He pulls your hair again, making you whimper and look in front of you. San glances at your face, and Yunho pulls his hand back and pretends to sleep. Once San made sure you're okay, he goes on to talk about the amazing discount and why everyone should get that game. You're even starting to get invested into the conversation, until your boyfriend's hand reaches into your briefs again.

His fingers are spreading your lips apart, while his middle finger is giving maximum attention to your clit. The pace is driving you crazy. It's slow, gentle, and Yunho was surely going to do this for at least another thirty minutes. The beach was so far away now, even though you could see the sea over all of the lanes and cars.

Your hands are gripping his thighs, and you close your eyes in an attempt to focus on the upcoming orgasm. You're not proud of yourself, but you'll gladly take two right now. He pulls your hair again, this time leaving his hand in it and making your head turn towards the mirror at the front. His sunglasses are now resting on top of his head, and his eyes are piercing into yours through the mirror. You feel very hot, not just because of the weather. Yunho pulls his hand away, only to spread your legs a little more and pull your panties aside. He dips his fingers down, just to see how wet you are.

"Oh, you poor thing. You need a cock."

"Shut up," you warn, looking over at the boys to see if they're really that oblivious to what's happening.

"I know you get off to my dirty talk, don't try pretending it bothers you."

"I do, but now is not the time to—"

He inserts his fingers into you, thumb resting at your clit and rubbing it. You want to scream and cry from pleasure, but all you can do is rest your head on his chest and pretend to look through the window while you quietly moan in his ear.

"Keep your mouth shut if you want to cum."

You whimper as a response. That's all you're able to do right now anyway. His fingers curl inside of you, then slowly start moving in and out. Your dress is covering your bottom and his hand, so if any of them look over, Yunho can just pretend to caress your thighs and or stomach. He thought this through.

You feel him shuffle underneath you, his hand doing something in the back. He lifts you up for a moment, only to let you sink down on his cock.

"Oh—"

"Silence," he warns, grabbing your face and pressing his lips on yours.

He lets the dress fall over both of you, but doesn't remove his hand. He's toying with your clit, rubbing it up and down, then in circles, not once speeding up the pace. Your breathing is becoming difficult, and your heart is beating fast. Adrenaline is washing over your body, making you even hope that one of them is watching. It would be incredibly hot to watch someone get off to the sight of you and Yunho fucking and kissing. You pull away and bite down on your lip to hold back noises. Big mistake.

"Fuck, baby. You in a mood for biting?" Yunho puts his finger in front of your mouth, waiting for you to open up for him. You part your lips, gently taking in his finger between your teeth and biting down. "Good girl."

You only manage to look up into his eyes in the way you know will drive him crazy. Your big eyes and slightly scrunched eyebrows with a gentle pout that screams fuck me.

"You'll be the end of me," he whispers, then inserts another finger in your mouth.

Yunho doesn't move his cock. Instead, he just lets you sit there and occasionally gives your clit a few rubs. The intense eye contact is too much for you to handle. You remove his fingers from your mouth, then dive into his lips. The man doesn't mind at all. He cups your cheek, bringing your face and body closer to him. Yunho isn't really a rough kisser. He likes it gentle and deep. His tongue is passionately caressing yours, and he hates to admit it, but he could orgasm just from kissing and watching that fucked face of ours. He sucks your bottom lip, the the top one, then gently bites it.

"I fucking adore your lips," he whispers into your mouth. "So fucking sweet."

When Yunho starts swearing, you know he wants it bad. He pulls away, cupping your jaw with his hand and makes you look up at him once again. You're all red and puffy, lips plump and glistening because of him. He chuckles, then caresses your cheek with his ringed fingers to soothe it.

"You're gonna have to finish what you started, love."

"I didn't start anything," you act dumb and innocent.

"As if I don't know that my pretty girl is also a big tease. You always tease when you're not supposed to, and we both know where that brings you. Acting all confident and brave, but the moment you're alone with me, you turn into the biggest needy slut anyone has ever seen."

You lower your head to hide your smirk. It will only make your grave deeper. But Yunho isn't having it today. He yanks your hair again, this time keeping his hand there.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll forget where we are going."

This time you fail to hide your smile. He raises his eyebrow and laughs in disbelief.

"I forgot just how smart you are. You know what's coming, and you enjoy it, don't you?"

"Of course I do," you reply, then get closer so you can deliver your final teasing move: your tongue peeks out to lick his still red lips.

The car stops, and Hongjoong announces they have arrived. Yunho presses your head against his chest, then tells you to close your eyes. You can hear everyone exiting the car, but Yunho isn't moving.

"Yunho, let's go."

"You go, I'll have to wake her up first. You know how cranky she gets when she wakes up."

"Here are the keys then. If I don't find my car here when we get back, just know that for a short man, I have a lot of anger in me."

"I know that."

"Dickhead."

"Fuck off."

The doors are slammed shut, and Yunho still isn't moving. He's probably waiting for them to reach a certain distance before he can slam you down on his cock and make you beg for it. Just before you open your mouth to ask if they're gone, Yunho throws you on the seats so your ass is up. You moan at the sweet pain and the thoughts of what's coming next.

"You love being a toy, don't you? You love being thrown around, fucked like there's no tomorrow and degraded like a dirty whore?"

You don't answer. Yunho then pulls your hair one more time, enough so he is able to look into your eyes from that position. One thing Yunho absolutely adores is how quickly you turn vulnerable. He could do anything he wants to you, but he doesn't have much time. He'll have to settle for a quick fuck, maybe eating you out as a form of punishment for your behaviour. You can't stand overstimulation, and he knows that very well. He gladly uses that when you misbehave.

He yanks your briefs down to your knees, then flips your dress so that he can see what mess you made. He is satisfied with the amount of arousal there is between your legs. More than enough for him to slide in with no difficulty and giving you the best orgasm you ever had. Yunho then goes back to looking into your eyes. You notice how dark they've gotten due to his expanded pupils. He then places his hand on your neck, still keeping your head thrown back so he can look at you.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He announces, and you don't get a chance to answer. He slides in with force, hips colliding with your ass so harsh it echoes in the car.

"Fuck—" you yelp, hands reaching towards anything for support. You settle for holding onto the door.

He pulls out slowly, then forcefully goes in again. His stare is as hot as the air in the car. He looks absolutely delicious, and you want a taste of him as soon as possible. Your body is trembling from pleasure, but you still want more of him. You want all of him.

"Yunho—" you moan out, eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips into yours.

"You wanted it. Now take it."

His other hand is holding onto your ass, every now and then delivering a spank. You're lucky you don't have to do anything. Otherwise you'd be zero help. You let loud and needy moans shamelessly travel to his ears, and you aren't even aware of just how risky the location for having sex is. Anyone could walk by and see you getting pounded by this incredibly skilled and handsome man.

"This is the last time you pull something like this in front of my friends, understood?"

When you moan instead of replying, Yunho spanks your ass again. You jolt to the front to get away from any more, but quickly go back to press your cheeks to his hips.

"Understood?"

"No promises," you choke out.

His hips stop, and you know you fucked up. Knowing him, he could just leave you like this and go to the beach like nothing happened. But Yunho is having too much fun to let go so soon. You see him lick his lips in an attempt to stop himself from smirking. Outside of all the dirty talk, he loves it when you're confident. He loves it when you're bratty. It means he can use you however he wants to as a form of punishment, and both of you will enjoy it. In conclusion, Yunho loves everything you do. From all the innocent lip bites to the fuck me gaze you like to give him while you're in public.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek. He takes a few moments to decide what to do with you. He could just bend you over outside on Hongjoong's freshly cleaned Jeep and fuck you so good you don't even need anything other than water and him. Yunho has time for that. For now, he decides to flip you over on your back and lift your leg over his shoulder. You're already spread out and ready for him.

"The only good thing you did today. Good girl."

You melt at his praise, hands reaching towards him and pulling him into a kiss. You feel his hot tip rubbing at your folds, but not yet entering. His tongue his carefully giving attention to your lips, tongue, neck, collarbones, until he reaches your breasts. He pinches your nipple. Once, then twice. He loves how your body responds to him. You're a trembling mess, and he isn't even inside you.

You whine, hands now reaching towards your folds to spread them open.

"You know the magic words, love."

"Daddy please."

"That's my girl."

And just like that, Yunho is thrusting into you with ease. Both of you are a sweaty mess, but neither of you let go of the other. Bodies and lips pressed together, Yunho enjoyed every single second in the car. His hands are holding onto your waist, occasionally slamming your body into his hips. You're a moaning mess, fingers grabbing at the fogged window behind you and hair sticking to your red face.

"Fuck, right there—" you moan out when he lifts your lower body from the seats and gains access to more area inside you. "You keep doing that and I'm going to squirt all over you and your friends car."

He chuckles at your warning. "Don't you worry about that. Just tell me when you're close."

It takes a few more hipthrusts and clit rubs to send you close to the edge. Fear is slowly starting to form inside you. You really don't want to ruin Hongjoong's car. He worked hard for it and was proudly showing it off.

"Yunho—"

"You close, love?"

"Yes, fuck yes."

The man looks through the windows, and once he makes sure nobody is around, he picks you up and turns you around so that your back is facing him. He opens the door, then sits on the edge of the seats with you on his lap. His cock is still deep inside you, hips not once stopping the movements. His fingers reach to your clit, now rubbing it faster and harder than before.

"Feel good?"

You aren't even moaning anymore. You're just a groaning and a whimpering mess. You're right there at the edge. Just takes a drop to spill the water from the glass. You throw your head back on his shoulder, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it as you feel your body fall apart. The pleasure washes over your body and hits your lower stomach harsh. You're shaking, body still processing the intense orgasm. You feel liquid pour over your legs, and you hope nothing got inside. Yunho doesn't stop his movements. He's still rubbing you, overstimulating you so bad you want to cry.

"Stop, please," you beg.

"Do you really mean that?" He groans into your ear.

"No," you admit.

His hand is wet with your liquid and arousal, and he's gladly using it as a lube. Yunho is getting close. You know that because his dirty talk has come to a stop and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby— so pretty and tight for me—" He chokes out the last bits of his dirty talk.

You're at cloud nine, feeling more sweet pain than pleasure at this point.

"I'm cumming, where do—"

You get up, his cock slipping out of you. You drop on your knees, stick your tongue out and cup his base. He's mercilessly working on his shaft, not changing the rhythm. His chest is quickly rising and falling, and his sighs and groans are turning into true moans. You push his hands away, then take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, then suck harshly on it. He almost loses his mind. He has to hold onto the seats and your head for support. Your hands are massaging the rest of his cock you can't fit, and just after a few moments, Yunho falls apart in your hands.

"Fuuuck," he moans out, hips unconsciously thrusting upwards to ride out his orgasm.

You swallow the liquid slowly, biting back a grimace at the taste. You don't want to ruin the moment. Besides, he was so good to you. Why not treat him?

He brings his head down, eyes looking deep into yours once again.

"You're doing this again, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, daddy."

[evelxtus]

Ꮯꭺꮇꭼꮮ ᏼꭹ Ꮯꭺꮇꭼꮮ.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠‧₊› sub!childe x gn!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲‧₊› recreating one part of Ankha vid with him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬‧₊› unprotected sex, slight degradation, belly bulge, he hits the cervix, edging, creampie, cockwarming, vulgar language, dom! childe and the end.

Sorry if you see grammar mistakes, English is not my first language <3 not very used to writing smut, but i tried my best here. if you want another boy with another part of the vid you're free to request it~

Minors do not interact!! // If you're uncomfortable with this type of content, do not interact!!

That simple phrase. Those words caused him a silly smile that took a long time to disappear, accompanied by the blush that covered almost all of his face. Did you want to recreate Ankha's video with him? Well of course. His hungry gaze is already focused on you and every move you do before even starting the action.

The bulge in his pants was easily noticeable, you made him horny in less than a second. You loved that, but right now you're not going to show it. Of course not. Now you're keeping your cool as the boss you are.

Childe was sitting on the floor, legs slightly spread and bent, with his head tilted up looking at you. Oh archons, he had the eyes of a puppy eager to already play with his brand new toy...

“I'll only let you cum once.” you sentenced looking at him from your advantageous position, standing in front. His smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “Wait... no, no... P-please." You looked at him indifferently. “Now shut up, peasant.”

Your words only turned the poor boy on more, the tip of his cock against his pants, leaving a wet spot with his precum. “You can't do this to me... ah!” You unzipped Childe's pants without wasting any more time. You too were already wet, eager to feel his cock against your walls. The length of it was entering you as you went down, and without missing a single beat, you moved up and down on his cock.

The boy let out airy moans every time your sexes met with a light blow. His desire to grab you by the waist and thrust you by himself was strong, but he had to resist the urge.

The bulge that formed in your belly every time his cock hit against your cervix, was driving him crazy. Just looking at the shape of his cock reflected under on your skin... he felt like he was going to cum already — his stamina wasn't too much, however he made up for it with more rounds. “I'm c-cumming. Please stop... aahh... I don't want to... not yet...” Childe's whimpers only made you feel more powerful.

You lifted your ass, just enough for the boy's twitching cock to come out of your soaked hole. “Thank you, thank you... I...” Before the boy could finish his sentence, you put both hands on his shoulders, pushing him back. He squirmed beneath you, knowing what was coming now, frantically shaking his head. “Aah... y/n, I'll do whatever, but please... don't...”

Your hips suddenly go down. The boy's eyes widened as he arched his back, too out of his mind to keep refusing. His cock gave one more twitch inside of you, and Childe's eyes rolled in pleasure, filling you whole with his seed as his nails dug into your thighs. Oh my, what a nice sound came from his lips at that moment.

You were still sitting on his cock, but you weren't doing your movements anymore, and he little by little regained his breath and sat back up to look at your face. For your part, the shadow of a victory smile adorned yours. “Don't think this is over, y/n. You played with me as you wanted..., but now it's my turn to have fun. Oh yes, I'm gonna fuck you dumb until you don't even know how to spell your fucking name.”

[veraashh]

Gum (Tom)

been reading some prof!tom lately.

PAIRING: Prof!Tom x Reader

SUMMARY: Maybe chewing gum is not such a bad idea.

reblogs/feedbacks/likes are much appreciated and highly encouraged. DO NOT REPOST/STEAL MY WORK. :<

WARNINGS: depictions of chewing gum, reader is a tired college senior, real person fiction, age gap (tom is 40, y/n is 20's), SFW-ish, implied smut?, minor Dom/Sub dynamics?, sorry for typos or grammar mistakes English isn't my first language. ~any other warnings not mentioned~

WORDS: 580~

You were trying your best to not fall asleep during his lectures. It's only 7pm and you already feel tired. You've been infront of your computer screen since this morning. Only leaving for small breaks inbetween classes.

Online classes are fine for the most part but your university mandated to keep your cameras open to simulate some normalcy. Other than that you couldn't really complain much.

You reach for your gum near your monitor. Sneakily, you pop it into your mouth. You chew and the movement of your jaw already helping.

You wouldn't have this class on your senior year of college if it weren't for the mix up in the loading of your subjects freshman year. However, you don't really mind since a certain blue eyed enthusiastic professor is teaching your missed class.

Professor Tom Hiddleston, his blue eyes sparkle as he goes on and on about the lecture, a love for literature you both shared.

As you absentmindedly chewed your gum, staring at his video instead of the prepared presentation, a loud clearing of throat pulls you from your reverie.

It came from him. You straighten up in your seat, when you unconsciously leaned over your desk, daydreaming about your professor.

He clears his throat once again. "Miss Y/L/N?" Your eyes widened, moving your mouse to unmute only to notice it already unmuted. You feel all the blood rush up your head as embarrassment washes over you.

Panicking inwardly as you think about how loud were you chewing or sighing, worse maybe mumbling something. It seems like you blacked out the last few minutes.

"Did you have something to add?" He asks, a playful smirk on his lips. You quickly shake your head. "No, sir." You mute yourself, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, as much as I love to hear all of you. I would appreciate it if you keep your mics on mute during the lecture and reserve your questions right after." The whole class sends affirming messages on the chatbox. If only the ground could swallow you now, you'd gladly let it.

"Thank you so much, class." There was pause, a thought flashing through his eyes. He opens his mouth only to close it again. But he chooses to let the idea out.

"Oh, before we have a short break. Miss Y/L/N?" He calls out to you again. Butterflies swarm your stomach with haste, heart beating out of your chest.

"Will you spit or swallow?" He says, your jaw almost dropped but the glint of his eyes was different. It excited you. You bite your lip before opening your mic.

"Swallow, sir." You smirked and swallowed your gum. He smiles, chuckling to himself.

"Good girl." He whispers, if you weren't listening well you would've missed it. "Right, thank you. We'll be taking a short break, be back in 15 minutes." With that your classmates left, faces shocked at what just happened.

When it was only the two of you left in the meeting, he speaks up. "Do you have other plans for tonight?" He smiles, your legs pressing together at his sultry voice.

You take a second to think, to try and tease him. "I don't think so..." He laughs softly.

"Dinner?" He asks, a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. A one word question that's making you think there's something more instore with the way the words played on his tongue.

"Would love to, sir."

thank you so much for reading :>

[bakubros-boo-thang]

The Dress Up

Art by: Chocalicia

Bakugou x You

Disclaimer: Cursing, violence, sfw (99%), angst.

Authors note: Not really an expert in this writing thing. Started with a cute fun idea and kinda got dark fast. English is not my first language so don't mind the grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy this read and would appreciate the reblog <3

Summary: She had dressed up as a hero that Halloween. She filmed it, but she did not expect the actual hero to show up on her doorstep. He had seen her, felt connected, but didn't expect her to be different.

The #1 Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugou tried to avoid the so-called Instagram video. Even after all of his friends had been bothering him, even after multiple news sites were investigating the source, even when he heard the girl in the video made her account and location private, even then he wouldn’t watch the video. Still he ended up seeing it. It was the night after an explosive fight with the LoV and there were quite some casualties, he never felt guilty, but tonight he wished he was stronger. He felt like a failure of a #1 pro here. “She’s definitely a fangirl of his, look at her eyes there’s fire in them.” He had heard Kirishima showing the video to Kaminari. He could really use a fan. He needed a way to boost his ego. So he opened his official Instagram account which his assistant managed by the way. The video was sent to him multiple times with no real ties to your actual account and when he pressed on the video he didn’t know what to expect. That’s why he was so surprised by what he saw. He saw a tall girl. She was wearing a skimpy version of his hero suit. The colors and print matched perfectly. They were tight sleeping shorts and a cropped tank top. He didn’t want to look at your body, but for a second he did. He saw your curves, the pouch of your belly where the shorts had twisted. The shoulder length curls framing your face like a crown. It looked so hot. But what looked even hotter was the actual smoke leaving your palms and the way your eyes looked filled with rage. “I can’t stand all these EXTRAS, just DIE!” You screamed into the camera before shooting all your explosives against the camera. The screen turned black and that was it. You could manipulate explosions. You could make it blast. You weren’t Japanese. He could hear that from the way you said his highschool catchphrase, but you sounded so cute saying it. He wanted to find you.

So he did. It took awhile to find you, he had to search for the actual account without being to obvious, but as the #1 pro hero it wasn’t hard to get information. He found out a few things about you:

1) Your name was: y/n

2) You lived in a small town in y/c

3) You were y/o years old

4) The video was made in October.

He watched the video more often than he wanted to. He became obsessed. He even screenshotted parts to have actual pictures of you in that outfit. He even dreamt of having you stand by his side. That fierce explosive girl. So when the day came he could finally meet you he was ready. He took a private plane to your city and it was early morning in February when he knocked at the door. It took longer than he expected. All of the sudden the door opened and there you were. You weren’t the girl from the video. Yeah you kinda looked like her. Same eyes, same skin color, but that was about it. You were still in your pajamas, wearing a bonnet to cover your gorgeous hair and the sleep in your eyes was still visible. He had woken you up. When you realized that the man standing before you was in fact Katsuki Bakugou, #1 pro hero from Japan, you let out a small “Goddammit I don’t speak Japanese. Oh wait sorry mr Bakugo, I err.... didn’t mean to curse.” Katsuki laughed at that. He liked that he made you nervous. “Can I come in, y/n?” He asked. “Wait you know my name? Of course come in, you like coffee or tea? Let me just change real quick.” Katsuki sat at the kitchen bar. You changing took longer than he had expected, but you were obviously making up for the first impression by taking a quick shower. When you finally returned for his coffee. You looked more refreshed, but still not like the angry girl from the video.

Katsuki shrugged:'' I'm here because of your video. I liked it. I like your quirk and that you’re like me...” he didn’t mean to say all that, but he still did. You looked uncomfortable. Started looking at your feet before responding:'' Sir I’m not like you. I don’t have a quirk. I was just showing respect to one of my idols.” Your cheeks started the blush. Katsuki’s voice got louder now:'' BUT why did you dress up like me and use explosives then?!” His screaming startles you for a second, but you weren’t scared. It was visible that Bakugou was intrigued by you. “It was Halloween sir, i made the costume myself and photoshopped the fire in the video. I’d also watched a lot of your old videos to know what to say. I wish I was more like you from time to time, because I tend to be a people’s pleaser and they always end up using me. Seemed fun to be the badass at least once this year.” He couldn’t really be mad at her for that. “Why the skimpy rip off of my hero suit though?” She let out a small giggle. “It was Halloween dummy and it was the first time I had the guts wearing something showing my curves and rolls like that it felt good I guess.” He really didn’t mind her calling him dummy, but still he couldn’t go all soft on her. “Don’t call me that dumbass, it sure looked good to see you like that, so could you show me the photoshop part?” He asked. And so you ended up showing all the work it took to get that exact effect. He watched all the video’s you’d taken, the bloopers, the ugly ones where you were laughing so hard that your whole “DIE '' sounded as an empty threat. He enjoyed seeing you so carefree more than seeing you so mad. He didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed his time with you. “Why don’t you put on that outfit again? Maybe we can take our own video?” Why did that sound soooo sexual, did he wanted it to be?” You looked at him with a serious expression. “I think I’m good, it was a halloween outfit and I am more than that girl in a skimpy hero outfit for halloween.” He wanted to respond but she shushed him down. “I am very flattered that you of all people came all the way to see me, but I’m more than a body and you haven’t seen the hate I have gotten from the world for just trying to have some fun as a fuller girl, I don’t need you petty neither your desire for my body. I just wanted to honor my favorite hero. That’s it. So thanks for your visit.” Katsuki didn’t understand what was going on. He couldn't deny seeing you in that outfit being a fan turned him on. But hearing the truth behind your words did sting. ‘’Wait, can I just stay? I didn’t mean it like that. I came all the way here because yes you looked so good with that outfit, but you also reminded me of myself and I liked that.’’ Y/n let out a frustrated sight. ‘’Oh yeah because of that quirk right? well I’m quirkless so we’re basically nothing a like.’’ This made Katsuki feel bad for you. He came closer to grab your hand, but you had already yanked it loose. ‘’UGH dude. I cosplayed you for Halloween, bc you seemed badass, but don’t mistake that for me wanting a quirk. out here in the actual world. where being a hero isn’t the main priority people have actual jobs, we’re not in constant danger and it’s not our mission to risk our life everyday for the sake of others. my life is fine as it is and I don’t appreciate you pittying me for not being a stupid hero.’’ Katsuki didn’t really register the words that spilled off your lips, he did see how angry you looked, the fire in your eyes, the same face you made when you imitated him in that video of yours. Still hearing his life mission being called stupid triggered him. ‘’So just because you can’t be me you call my job stupid. dumb quirkless brat, should’ve never visited your ass. trying to do some fans service and look how ungrateful you are.’’ Now it was her time to get even more pissed. She knew he was an asshole, but he really wasn’t any hero material. ‘’SO MR. PRO HERO NUMBER F*CKING 1. ONLY HAD ONE GOAL IN HIS LIFE, REACHED HIS GOAL AT THE AGE OF 25. WHAT NOW? THAT’S IT? PRETTY BORING IF YOU ASK ME.

YOU’RE RUDE, ARROGANT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO GO ALL BEGGING IN MY TEENY TINY SHORTS JUST TO RUB YOUR F*CKING EGO. YOU’RE NOT THAT SPECIAL.’’ This time all Katsuki felt was rage. how dare this little bitch say shit like this, while he had worked his whole life to achieve his dream. Before he knew it his hands were filled with heat. It was too late he couldn’t take it back he was about to kill her or atleast permanently injure her. She was standing right infront of him. the fear spreading on her face. She lifted her hands to ward off his blasts, but they had already started. She closed her eyes to prepare. Katsuki knew he had made a mistake, everything happened in slow motion, but instead of the powerful feeling he normally got from his blasts he ended up soaking wet. When he focused his gaze he saw you still with your eyes closed. hands in the same position and the last drop of what had to be a water related quirk. He had activated your quirk. He had made you so scared that your body needed a last defense method. when your eyes opened you realized what happened. you didn’t know what to say, you were angry, you were scared and most of all you were shocked. so you did what you were best at. you ran away.

Katsuki didn’t know what to do so he just left.

---------------------------------three months later---------------------------------------------------------

You never threw him under the bus. even months after if you were asked about that fatal scene that got you to awaken your quirk you just blamed it on a wild animal. you did however start a research to see if risks allowed quirks to develop more suddenly. So instead of seeing your Halloween vid on his instagram page, he saw you being a part-time hero in your hometown. Yes, part-time. you had laughed when the interviewer had asked you why you were so focussed on the part-time part. ‘’Well thanks for asking. You know what when I found out that I had this so-called quirk, I wasn’t that happy to be honest. I had survived without it for 23 years. so I wanted to still be me outside of being a hero. I have a normal job outside of this, I don’t want to receive money for being a decent human being and I think relying too much on those quirks causes a lot of damage. I’m not even calling myself a hero, helping people is the bare minimum it’s human decency, not a big corporate way to boost your own ego.’’ The interviewer definitely did not expect that answer. wanting to cause drama the interviewer tried to stir the pot. ‘’ So Y/N this isn’t the first time we see you in action as a hero. last Halloween we saw you in this video, paying tribute to #1 hero Dynamight in what might’ve been the most interesting way to present yourself as a starting hero, do you have any regrets about that video?’’ You smiled a gorgeous smile at the interviewer, but you’re words were poison: ‘’ The fact that an interview about me wanting to raise awareness to actual problems, is actually a means to an end to have me talk about my stomach and butt cheeks showing in a cosplay tells me more than I need to know. It's either the men that sexualize us and our costumes and whenever we try to empower ourselves by looking good, it’s always seen as something to please men. I won’t say anything more,except that I hope that everyone that feels the need to have a quirk to be a hero can stop. you can be a hero without a quirk. I’ve been a hero long before there was freaking water shooting out of my hands and I will remain one even when I’m doing my regular work.’’

The interviewer tried to apologize, but you were already gone. The months after the incident Katsuki had worked even harder than normal, he tried to avoid thinking about your words, about wanting more than being a hero, but hearing you say those words again on international television made it difficult. you were right. and his dumbass was still very much sorry for what he had done.But he needed to go back to sleep he had a long day tomorrow. there was a secret meeting planned by the #2 hero Mr Brat himself: Deku and it had to do with all the slander hero’s had been getting lately. The League of Villains might have disappeared from the radar, but still their message had set root. And wasn’t it exactly what y/n had been saying being a hero shouldn’t be about making money or being a corporate way of boosting your ego.

So the next day just before the meeting started he heard some talking and decided to just listen. ‘’Thanks for inviting me Deku. I know that we don’t agree on everything, but you definitely are a respective hero and I can’t really say anything bad about you.’’ ‘’Y/N you can call me Izuku. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you and I would be lying if I said that I don’t see a lot of truth in your views, that’s why I invited you to this meeting. please don’t be nervous not everyone will agree with what you have to say, but I support you and I think you will be a big reason why everything will be alright in the end.’’ He heard you giggle. ‘’Don’t worry Izuku, a bunch of heroes won’t scare me.’’ Now the two of you were laughing like you were old acquaintances. He hadn’t noticed that the room was already half full by now and he was one of the last to come in. He met your gaze, but saw that you weren’t surprised to see him at all. After sitting down Deku started the meeting. ‘’Well you guys are well aware why we’re all here, even when we’re not part of the same agency we have a common threat and that is the fear the LoV has planted inside of people’s minds. People feel neglected by us, feel looked down upon and as someone who used to be quirkless I can understand how they feel. I’ve brought a special guest from overseas, you might not agree with what she has to say, but she understands our citizens, the one we’re trying to protect so even if you don’t agree with her, you will answer with respect or you will answer to me.’’ As you got up out of your chair. Kirishima proceeded to whisper ‘’Ain’t that that Cosplay girl?’’ but he was hushed by a number of annoyed stares. You took a deep breath and just started talking.

‘’So you guys may wonder why I’m here. Why is there a random 20 something year old girl from overseas telling you about right or wrong. don’t worry I wouldn’t take me seriously too if I were you. My name is y/n and no I don’t have a hero name neither will I get one. Before I’m a ‘hero’ I'm me first. I want you all to think back to the reason you became a hero. Did you become one because your quirk fit the scene, because your friends or idols were heroes, did you become one for the money or because it’s literally the thing this society is built on? If you hadn’t had a quirk would you still become a hero? I know only one person here that would be a hero even without a quirk.’’ She locked eyes with Deku for a moment. ‘’I’m just going to paint a picture about how things look overseas and maybe, maybe you guys will understand how things feel for your citizens. I grew up without a quirk. I worked hard for my money, by getting an education and finding a job and I’ve always valued others above myself. I took first aid classes and I would do charity work still something that’s close to my heart today, but I never called myself a hero. I didn’t need the name, because why would I be idolized if I did something I loved, just because I cared about others? I learned during first aid that your own safety is the most important thing ever, because how could you save someone else when you’re the one that’s in danger? so I took that to heart and started taking better care of myself. looking at this country all I saw were people making a full time job of taking care of others, not taking care of themselves. a big factory made to save people. but often those so called saviors attracted villains. because when people are neglected because a) their quirk is seen as a villainous quirk b) they are quirkless or c) there is nothing ‘’heroic’’ about their quirks they are castaway and when people get desperate they turn to other things such as criminal activity. I don’t want to say it, but I believe you all created this system of heroes vs villains. I believe that if being a hero wasn’t that high paid type of job, wasn’t the best thing one could achieve things would be easier. I’m not saying turn in your cash, i’m not saying stop being a hero or go part time no. I’m saying: take care of yourself first, make sure you understand people’s frustration. labeling someone a villain just because they are misunderstood makes you the villain in their case and most of all remember that above all you are you. Without the suit, without the power would you still help people? Even if it meant cleaning toilets or cooking for someone would you consider that being a hero? I do. I think most of y’all lost track of the real meaning behind being a hero. I see myself as a human not a hero, I’m y/n and if you need help I’m there for you. Thanks for having me.’’

No one had said a thing, but even Katsuki couldn’t read the room. You could see a few tears being spilled from Uravity and Ribbit, you could see the lost in thoughts expressions of Deku and Hawks and you could see a few angry faces. Before the room interrupted though, you stood up once again and said: ‘’I think you all need to discuss this in peace without an outsider. so I’m going to look for some food, if I’m needed Deku will give me a call.’’

Before Katsuki could listen to the discussion that just started to erupt, he’d already walked out and followed you. when you entered the elevator he entered too and after three months you were alone again. He spoke without thinking. ‘’y/n… I am so sorry for what I’ve done to you.’’ You didn’t respond. your back was turned towards him and he had just let go of all his pride and you didn’t respond. He had to grab your arm. He had to make you understand. when he touched your arm you snapped. ‘’Have you had any idea how scared I was of you? Have you ever thought that I thought it was over for me. Killed by a fucking hero who can’t control his anger issues. Killed because you wanted to see me in fucking cosplay.’’ She had drove him in a corner. not only psychical, but also mentality, because she was right. still he remained slightly defensive ‘’I...I….I did like the way you looked, but I did see something of myself in you, that’s why I really came. still I’m an asshole for what I did you’re right.’’ she still wasn’t done though. ‘’Yeah Yeah Yeah, you wanted to see me being all angry. shouting ‘die’ to everyone. wanted to see me in my tiny shorts. probably got off on seeing me so mad.’’ Well shit she had a point, even with the guilt he could still remember how it felt when she had defended herself with her words and with her newly activated quirk. Even now as she was still talking he couldn’t deny how hot she looked. she was mad at him, he was wrong, he was a failure, those things never crossed his mind and still he kinda liked that she told him the truth, because no one ever did. ‘’You know what Bakugou you can DIE.’’ and with that she manipulated water to get straight into his lungs.. He never knew what dying actually felt like, let alone drowning, but here he was gasping for air and realized that the elevator hadn’t moved in a while. She looked at him and he couldn’t recognize her face. she was still speaking though and it took every ounce of power of him to keep listening to it. ‘’I wake up everyday with the thought that you could’ve killed me that day. I am in rage mode 24/7 and I can’t even be the hero I want to be because I’m filled with rage. you destroyed me. and still I wonder why you visited me that day, why you flew at least 10 hours. not just for some booty right? What would the great Dynamight want from me?’’ Then he heard your tears. It was so much worse than your anger. ‘’I thought about you everyday for the past three months. you ruined me and still I thought about the ‘what if’s?’ What if things were different that day…’’ All of the sudden his lungs were empty and while he was gasping for air she sat down next to him. They both knew this wasn’t going to be healthy, but still they couldn’t help it. y/n sighed and whispered ‘’ You’re the worst Bakugou.’’ and he responded: ‘’You’re right.’’ before she crashed her lips into his.

The kiss felt like fire. it spread fast and it definitely was built out of rage. as their lips had collided so did their body’s.There bodies were wet from the manipulated water she had used and both their heroes' costumes clung to their skins, but that didn’t stop them at all. Before she knew it she was on top of him. It felt good, it felt like payback, it felt like a win. She knew it wasn’t like that, she knew this wasn't what she was supposed to do, but still she had to do it. And then just as she felt his dick getting harder there was a sound.

“Don’t worry the elevator will be back working in a minute guys.”

It felt as if ice cold water had been dropped on them. They were both at a loss for words still panting from the rendezvous they just had. There were no words to be said, so what followed was silence.

[spideykaiparker]

A hot day indeed

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

tiktok!AU

warning(s) : smut

this is based on this tiktok trend ↓

authors note : this is my first ever fanfiction, I'm sorry if it's bad, also english is not my first language, please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes.

Happy Reading! ^_^

it was hot outside, and even with the air conditioner it was still hot as hell. All of the avengers were just laying around in the common room whilst fighting the hot weather.

peter was lying on the ground next to the fan, while Y/N was on the couch next to him.

"ugh it's too hot" Y/N complained throwing her head back.

"hey what about we take a nice and cold shower" peter suggested looking up to her with a smirk.

"eww we didn't need to hear that" sam groaned while the other avengers were just wearing disgusted faces.

"yeah whatever, you know what, that's actually a good idea, c'mon peter" Y/N said while getting up from the couch. peter looked at her with a shocked face.

"w-wait really? okay then let's go" peter stuttered while dragging Y/N away to his room.

they arrived to his room and peter immediately dragged Y/N to the bathroom and started to take his clothes off, and Y/N followed him taking her clothes off too.

while taking off his clothes, peter couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N who was preparing the cold shower. she looked ethereal even with all those scars from past missions, peter thought that she's perfect even if she doesn't think so herself.

when the shower was ready, Y/N got inside under the shower and started washing her hair. noticing the absence of a certain someone, she looked up and saw peter just standing there staring at her.

"what are you looking at? c'mon you were the one who suggested we take a shower, get in here" Y/N asked making a gesture with her hand to tell peter to join her while raising one of her eyebrow.

"y-yeah, no, i wasn't looking at anything" peter stuttered while shaking his head, walking to her and standing behind her in the shower.

while showering, peter couldn't stop his mind from thinking about how the water slid down the valley of her breasts, how her ass was the perfect size for peter to grip on due to all of those intense training. everything she does looks hot to him.

noticing someone's stare, Y/N turned around and saw peter's eyes were blown, looking at her like she was a snack, nope scratch that, like she was a full course meal. his hands were kept to his sides but was clenched into a tight fists, willing himself not to touch Y/N.

"peter" Y/N said, looking at him

"yeah?" he answered.

"kiss me" she said, and that's all it took for peter to get rid of any remaining self restraint, immediately kissing her, pushing her against the wall with one hand besides her head while the other gripping her waist like his life depended on it.

his lips clashing with hers in a messy kiss, tongue immediately pushing into her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth. one of his hands coming down to her ass, gripping it like he imagined before.

her hands coming up to his shoulders, connecting behind his head, switching up between playing with the hair on his nape and gripping his shoulders.

"peter" kiss. "pete" kiss "pete!" Y/N said tapping his shoulders while pulling away from the kiss.

"what?" peter asked, breathing heavily catching his breath"

"we shouldn't do this here, let's go to your room" Y/N said.

"yeah okay" peter answered, still dazed while catching his breath.

Y/N pulled him to his room, immediately kissing him again. peter wasting no time to kiss her back, even more messy and rough than before, if that's even possible.

slowly, they made it to his bed, Y/N falling backwards with peter following suit, hovering above her with his each of his hands besides her head, still kissing her.

slowly one his hand snaked down to her breasts playing with her already hard nipples, pinching and tugging on it, then continuing down to her wet heat.

slowly rubbing his fingers on the bundle of nerves in a circular motions, she let out a small moan, while his hands inching down to her hole, inserting two fingers at once, slowly pulling it back out to test the waters, and then pushing back inside in a rough pace immediately hitting her sweet spot.

"c'mon baby, let me hear your pretty moans" peter said while moaning himself looking at her face that's contorted in pleasure. she moaned harder when peter added another finger inside of her, slowly inching her closer to her release.

her walls tighten around his fingers, indicating him that she's close to her release. immediately, peter took out his fingers, Y/N releasing a cry of disappointment, inching her own hand to finish herself off.

"a-a-ah, you're going to cum around me" peter said while shaking his head.

peter took his already leaking hard self, lining it up with her heat, slowly rubbing up and down, teasing her.

she whined, legs wrapping around his hips, pushing him inside herself.

they both let out content moans, peter slowly moving himself, getting rougher and rougher with each thrust.

hands gripping her waist tightly, thrusting in even deeper than before. slowly one of his hands went up to her throat, slightly gripping it.

she moaned harder even with the hand on her throat. hands finding themselves on his abs and chest, going up to his shoulders, pulling him even closer than before.

their mouths found their way back to each other, kissing messily, biting each others lips.

his lips went down to her neck, kissing and biting every inch of her skin, marking her up, to let know everyone that she belongs to him.

her walls tighten around him, indicating him again that she's close to her release. peter's grip tightened on her waist also indicating her that he's also close.

"i-i'm cumming" she said in between moans.

"i know baby, let's go together, okay?" he let out, thrusts becoming messy.

she cums first, with peter not far behind, cumming inside of her, moaning into each others mouths.

slowly his grip falters and peter fell on top of her, face going in between the part where her neck and her shoulder connect, still holding onto his weight to avoid crushing her.

"that was.." Y/N trailed off, catching her breath.

"amazing" peter continued with a smile.

"yeah" she replied also smiling.

she began to get up to go to the bathroom to clean herself up again, while peter changed the sheets.

after awhile, she came out, only wearing one of his oversized t-shirt with a pair of panties.

she laid down on the bed, head against the headboard, grabbing the remote to put on a random tv show. peter following her, laying in between her legs, his head right on top of her covered heat. her hands found their way to his head playing with the curls

it was silent for awhile, except for the tv show playing in the background.

peter pulled out his phone, scrolling through tiktok for a little bit, then finding a certain video that intrigued him. it was a guy with his head in between a girls thigh, lipsync-ing to the audio.

peter decided to make that video. he recorded himself in between her thighs, Y/N was curious of what he was doing and saw that he was recording himself, she smiled and slightly squeezed her thighs together around his head, he looked up at her with a smile, then kissed one of her thigh besides his head.

then at the last few seconds, he angled the phone upwards, to catch a glimpse of her in the video. he ended the recording then watched it over, deciding to post it not giving it any second thoughts. going back to cuddle with her

~

the next morning, peter got out of bed and preparing for school, then heading to midtown. while Y/N was still sleeping because she was homeschooled.

at school, he went to his lockers that was coincidentally next to ned's, grabbing the books that he needed for first period.

ned and mj approached him, ned slightly running to peter, while mj was just walking normal.

"dude!" ned slightly shouted at peter while slapping his arm.

"what?!" peter answered, slightly agitated with the slapping

"your tiktok!" ned said excitedly.

"what tiktok?" peter asked, confused to why ned was making such a big deal about his tiktok.

"the video you posted with the Y/N stark yesterday!" ned said while swinging peters hand back and forth.

"yeah, what about it?" peter asked, still confused.

"it's viral!" ned said excitedly once again.

"what?!" peter exclaimed, afraid of what would happen if the kids in his school finds out.

"yeah dude! your tiktok got like a million likes and probably flash is going to come for you, right about now.."

true to his words, flash appeared besides peter with a glare, slamming his locker shut.

"hey penis, what was your tiktok about yesterday with Y/N stark, huh?" flash asked crossing his arms to make him look intimidating.

"nothing" peter simply answered.

"nothing, huh? it sure doesn't look like nothing to me" flash snapped.

"well what do you want me to say huh? that i recorded a video of me in between my girlfriend's thighs after sex? is that what you want to hear?" peter snapped back, fed up with flash's nonsense. while the other students that were starting to gather around his locker gasped.

ned and flash looked at peter with shock clearly on their faces, each with a meaning different from the other. ned was shocked because peter finally snapped back at flash, and flash, shocked because of the fact that penis parker the nerd of the school was sleeping with the Y/N Stark, daughter of Iron Man and heir of stark industries, gifted with both beauty, and intelligence. also the fact that peter admitted that he was dating Y/N stark.

"i-i bet you're lying, there's no way you, penis parker can know Y/N stark, let alone date her." flash stuttered but still not wanting to lose.

"what other proof do you want huh? I don't know what else to tell you, it's fine if you don't believe me, but just leave me alone." peter said while rolling his eyes and gestured for ned and mj to head on to class.

the three of them walked to class with ned not shutting up about how cool peter stood up to flash, while mj just had a small proud smile.

"that was nice of you to finally talking back to flash, nerd" mj said with a sly smirk.

for the rest of the day, they carried on with their normal lives but with people still talking about peter and Y/N.

[sillydg]

“A Walker knows, when a Walker knows” Part five. Spilled secrets in the snow.

Book: The royal romance

Pairing: Drake Walker X F!MC (Riley Herreld)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7.500 (This is a long one, so sorry!)

Series Summary: Fate interferes when Riley’s supposed to be working on that big Bachelor night. She gets drawn to Cordonia in another way. But what happens when a Workaholic and a Walker finally meet each other four years late?

--A Walker knows, when a Walker knows, Masterlist--

Part Five. Summary: Riley and Drake make a mess of each other's life, each in their very own way.

A/N: For everyone who takes time to read it, thank you!!

A/N: Please let me know if you want to be tagged for this series!

A/N: Please excuse me for grammar/writing mistakes. English is not my first language.

Category: Over the top a bit predictable Christmas fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, Please do not read if you’re under 18.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

A Walker knows, when a Walker knows.

Spilled secrets in the snow.

Still Sunday, five days before Christmas.

Riley and Drake are standing across from each other with their eyes locked. Both desperately trying to find a rational way to explain what almost happened a minute ago.

Drake's no stranger to kissing a woman in the first thirty minutes he met her. Well, if he's drunk that is, and after making clear that their intentions are on the same page.

A one-night stand. Nothing more, nothing less, and after he's gone. Never ever had he stayed a night, never ever had he even remotely thought about it. So what the hell just almost happened without a drop of alcohol running through his veins is a mystery.

Riley takes after her father, down to earth, overthinking everything, and never ever had she even remotely felt anything close to being in love. She tried some one-night stands after a few horrible dating experiences in New York, but it just wasn't for her.

So she became self-sufficient after moving to Cordonia to become a teacher and well, tonight it's the first time in four years that other lips came this close to touching hers. Lips she for some weird reason maybe even wanted there...

The second, "Uncle Drake! Uncle Drake!" makes them both snap out of it. Riley's eyes follow Bartie who jumps into his uncle's arms, squealing acidity, "This is going to be so cool!" Drake naturally matches his big smile and she simply can't tear her eyes away from the endearing sight of the two of them together. She smiles gently, the world around her turns into a blur. "Riles..." she hears Mable say somewhere in the distance, "Riles, are you okay?"

Riley blinks startled, "huh?" Her head snaps to find Mable, who holds a box filled with s'mores ingredient. Mable eyes her with precision, "Are you okay? Where was your mind at?"

Riley chuckles nervously, hoping to hide her behing flustered caused by everything that has happened in the past thirty minutes. "Everything is a-okay. Fun- fact. Not the first time that this happens today actually." She takes the box out of Mable's hands after a quick shake of the head to get it together, "Thank you for bringing this over!"

"No problem! But," Mable lays a hand on Riley's arm, "can you please go home after making this video? I'm worried about you! How much did you sleep last night?"

Riley mumbles, "You know... like not so much. What's sleep right? Who needs it... Just... I'm fine Mable... Really!"

"No, you're not" Mable's hand tightens around her arm, "come on! We can handle the cleaning after! You've worked your ass off the past two weeks. Give yourself a break."

"I know, I know and I really appreciate that you're worried about me. But we all worked hard and..." Mable interrupts her with a sigh, "You are unbelievable... "

Riley looks over at Drake and Bartie before glancing down at the box in her hands. Everything that happened that night, from her awkward moment with Tim, to whatever a whole lot of weird situations were with Drake the past thirty minutes... It was a lot to process and it was hard to deny how tired her body felt when Drake forced her to sit down. Maybe she's right. But then again... Everyone worked so hard, only because I was stupid enough to say yes to organizing this in two weeks... She smiles, "I got us in this mess, Mabs. I'm not abandoning everyone..." Mable shakes her head in disbelief, "Riles..."

"I'm going to..." Riley holds up the box in her hand and walks away to put it right in between the two chairs to avoid further confrontation. Mable gives up while murmuring, "Unbelievable," and walks over to Riley's clipboard with an annoyed roll of the eye.

Savannah, who's standing next to Drake and Bartie, turns to Riley and motions around, "You really did a great job out here, Riley!"

Bartie excitedly wiggles in Drake's arms, "Yeah, it's just like when we're out camping ourselves, right uncle?"

Drake grins at Bartie's excitement, "You got that right bud!"

"Tell you what, Bartie..." Riley walks over to Drake and Bartie, and Drake can't help it. He follows her with his eyes glued to her face, staring at the gentle laugh when she boops Bartie's nose with a finger. Warmth filling his heart at Bartie's eyes lighting up in a way he only saves for the people close to his heart, and for her to achieve that in only a few months was impressive. Riley bumps her shoulder gently against Drake's with a soft chuckle, "couldn't have done it without your uncle here."

Drake feels his cheeks slightly flush, averting his eyes when she looks over at him. "And did you know he saved me two times in the first five minutes from tripping over my own two clumsy feet?"

Bartie looks at his uncle with eyes filled with pride, "Well, he is a hero miss Riley. Did I tell you that he saved King Liam by taking a bullet?"

Riley chuckles, "Only a million times... but I love to hear it again the way you always tell it."

Mable ruffles through the papers on Riley's clipboard, wondering why all of them are dirty and wet, while Maxwell's inspecting the camera. He wants to change a few settings when his eyes fall on a little red blinking red. It's already recording... That's weird... He presses the record button with raised brows and to stop it from recording. Must be by accident, I'll check it tomorrow when I'm editing.

But where Mable and Maxwell are too busy to notice, Savannah isn't. With big eyes she's staring at whatever it is, that's happening right in front of her. The little gestures, her brother staring with burning cheeks, the small gesture of bumping Riley's shoulder against Drake's, and not to forget the fact that they're both wet from top to toe raises many question marks above her head. What the hell happened here the past thirty minutes alone?

Riley glances down at her watch, before looking up at Bartie again "I think it's time to start, we don't want you to..." But Maxwell jumps dramatically in front of the camera before she can finish her sentence. "Bartie, I have a few ideas to spicy this baby up! You want to hear them?"

Drake groans, knowing that he burned down half of the maze the last time he was this enthusiastic about something. "No need, Max. I think we got it...We're just going to do what we always do..."

Bartie however smells all the possibilities since a little bit of Uncle Maxwell's craziness might just the thing he need to stall things long enough to stay awake a little longer since it's only two hours till his bedtime. He grins, "Don't be silly uncle Drake, I would love to hear Uncle Max's ideas!"

"Of course you do," murmurs Drake. He lowers Bertie on one of the unfolded chairs, before slumbering down with a set jaw and folded arms in the other chair himself. He's far from pleased with the whole situation. The fact that he has to be in front of the camera already makes him nervous as hell, let alone that Maxwell is stalling the situation with his ridiculous idea's which are not safe. At all.

Maxwell is, as always, completely oblivious to the whole situation. "Thank you, Bartie! Now! How about we make those s'mores with a little bit of Maxwell flair?"

"Ohh," Bartie grins excited while tapping Drake's arm, "Do you hear that uncle? Maxwell flair! I loveeeee Maxwell flair!" Drake groans almost inaudible, "Of course you do..." Bartie brushes over it by leaning a little bit forward with focus fully on his uncle Maxwell, "What do you have in mind?"

Maxwell shakes his hips, "Mind-breaking, hip-shaking on a Christmas jingle of course!"

Riley chuckles, "Ohh Drake, you must love this idea! You adore people dancing right next to a fire, and this time with a pointy sharp object in hand... Such a great idea, Max!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, "Stop encouraging him, Herreld..."

Savannah raises her brows at Drake's casual use of what sounds like a nickname, but no one else seems to be taking notice. Herreld? Drake glares from Riley back to Maxwell, "There will be no shaking these hips, Max! Too bad!" He turns his attention back to Bartie, "So any ideas of your own?"

"But I wasn't ready," squeaks Maxwell disappointed, "I still have plan B till Z..."

"MAXWELL!" Snarls Drake dangerously.

"But I want to hear them!" Bartie keeps his eyes on Maxwell, "Besides, miss Riley has taught us that it's important to share, but also listen! So..."

"Of course she did," murmurs Drake in frustration, drawing a soft chuckle from her. He gives her a death glare in return, but she seems nowhere near impressed by it. Bartie motions Maxwell to proceed with a wave of the hand, "Please uncle Max, we would love to hear idea B too Z!" Drake lowers himself completely in his chair with his hands over his face.

"Okay," Maxwell's eyes sparkle dangerously, "for plan B I was thinking explosions in the background, while the two of you roast the marshmallows on the fire I spit, instead of roasting them above a boring crackling fire..."

Bartie wiggles excitedly in his chair!! "Oh, I love it!! Can we do this?"

"Yes!" Maxwell twirls around to Riley, "I'm gonna need my firebreathing set and bag of firecrackers back! We are going to do this thing!"

Drake sinks even further into his chair, followed by a low dangerous growl. He's doing his very best to keep his cool but finds himself on the brink of breaking. Riley, Savannah, and Mable share a quick worried glance, all three knowing that they have to interfere to make sure that Maxwell makes it out alive. Both Savannah and Mable stare in expectance at Riley, who mouths, "Really?"

Both of the women have big smiles on their faces and stick up their thumbs in support. Riley accepts her faith with a sigh, walks over to Maxwell, slings an arm around his shoulders, and guides him towards Mable, "Heeeey Max, so small set back... I'm not going to give you your stuff back. Not in a million years..."

"Ahhh, but... roasting marshmallows on firebreathing fire..."

"I know, I know, but I really think that we should be focussing on the moment's Drake and Bartie usually share..." she pats him in comfort on the shoulder while leading him away, "but I do have another very important task for you..."

Maxwell pouts, "But explosions..."

"I know, I know! And I love the dedication," Riley comes to stop before Mable, lays both hands on his shoulders and looks him straight in the eye, "Mable needs a true fire master to light the stove, because she wants to make some hot cocoa, and let's be honest... Who's more up for that task than you are, Max?"

A small smile appears on Maxwell's face and he makes an 'oh stop' wave with the hand, "Ohh, you... Alright. I'm in!"

Riley squeezes his shoulders slightly, "Thank you, Max! With all my heart..." She mouths behind Maxwell's back to Mable to take her time. All the time she needs and ten times more.

Maxwell sighs deeply while being led away by Mable, "But can I at least light all of them at the same time? Ooh! Can we experiment? I always wanted to know what and what not could catch flame in the kitchen..."

They hear Mable chuckle before getting out of hearing distance, "You know, why not? I have this crush at the fire department and I wouldn't mind being carried out the flames in his strong arms..."

Savannah glances after the two with worry on her face, "Are you sure that it's a good idea to send the two of them to the kitchen without supervision?"

"Well," Riley says with a slight hesitation in her voice, "it's a risk. But Mable will be saved by the love of her life in case of a fire, Drake is not going to jail for killing Maxwell because of blurting out the alphabet with bad ideas and Bartie here might make his bedtime after all... I'm saying it's a high risk, high reward kind of situation."

"But..." Bartie pouts, "it's not fair... Who needs sleep anyway? It's boring!"

Savannah places her hands on her hips, glares and that's enough for Bartie's pouting to stop. "Fine, let's just get started." Riley nods impressed, "You gotta learn me how to do that sometimes, Sav! That was truly impressive."

"Ohhh no need, Herreld! Your scary voice, combined with, whatever it was that you did with your face, is already scary enough. Believe me." Drake confusingly shivers at the thought. Still so weird.

"I agree," states Bartie, "I'm sorry mom, but..." He also shivers in horror at the memory of that one time that miss Riley got angry and that very one time was enough to never ever let that happen again! Drake grins, presenting his hand for a high five and Bartie happily obliges.

"That being said," Bartie suddenly scowls at Drake as a clear image of his father, "seriously, uncle Drake? You already managed to get her so angry that she used her scary voice? Seriously?"

Drake blinks in confusion at the sudden shift in mood, but Bartie is not done yet when his eyes are suddenly filled with disappointment in a blink of an eye. "You promised me, uncle Drake. You promised not to be your grumpy self!"

"Ohhh," Savannah nudges Riley, saying just loud enough for Drake to hear it, "someone is in trouble." Riley presses her lips together to suppress a snort, but it escapes nevertheless.

Drake glares at the two of them who are having way too much fun for his liking, and things only get worse when his very charming sister presents her hand to Riley, who delivers a high five with an, in every way, annoyingly beautiful grin.

But when Riley sees Bartie still glaring at his uncle, she decides to help him out. "Okay, this has been fun," and she nudges Savannah who wiggles her brows, before turning back to Bartie. "But, your uncle had every right to be a little bit grumpy at me..."

Bartie's eyes snap in a mixture of surprise and confusion between Riley and Drake, "He did?" Drake narrows his in a mixture of confusion and suspicion, "I did?"

"Yes! Bartie, do you remember that I told you about Drake saving me twice from falling in the fire?"

Bartie sits on the edge of his seat in suspense and nods eagerly, "Yes!"

"Well, he had to save me because I was twirling right next to the fire, and I tripped over..."

"Don't forget dancing and singing," interrupts Drake nonchalantly. Bartie gasps, his anger is instantly forgotten, "Miss Riley, you sing? But why do we always have miss Bartens to practice the musical songs with us?"

"I'm just not that good, Bartie. That's all!" Riley glances at Drake with an expression that says, 'What the hell are you doing? I'm helping you out!'

He gives her a 'sorry, not sorry look,' before folding his arms, casually leaning back in his chair and turning to Bartie, "She's actually pretty good at it."

"Drake," Riley squeaks.

Bartie leans in as if they are plotting a conspiracy, "Hana good?"

Drake matches his movements and whispers, "Better."

Another gasp as Bartie squeaks behind his hands, "Better than Hana? Ohhhhhh, nooo way!!"

Riley drapes her hands in front of her face when Drake and Bartie share another high five, but notices the fun between them when she peeks through her fingers. It's obvious that Drake's absolutely not comfortable with the idea of being in front of the camera, but at this very moment his nerves seem to be forgotten and an idea comes to mind.

He can't freak out about it when he doesn't know... So she presses the record button. The word about her singing is out anyway, so she better make it worth the sacrifice.

Riley raises her voice while tapping her feet in played annoyance, "Okay. This all has been fun and games, but what I was trying to say before helping someone out backfired for some reason," she glares at Drake with a look that says 'I'm talking about you mister Walker' which makes his cheeks instantly burn. "That your uncle had every right to be grumpy at me, Bartie. So no harm done!"

Savannah lets out a bark of laughter while smacking her upper leg, "Except for the nightmares he's going to have after you using your teacher voice, Riley!" The two women share a laugh and also, once again, share a high five.

Drake groans at the still ongoing annoying bonding of the two through teasing him. This is sooo not happing. He jumps off his stool, comes to a stop behind Savannah, and ushers her towards the school, "How about you check on Mable and Maxwell to make sure that they don't burn down the school, ha?"

Savannah slows her walk as if she's walking down the aisle and wiggles her brows at Drake.

He scoffs at his sister ongoings teasing, which hits him harder than usual. "You are unbelievable."

She looks at him with a pleading grin, "I just really like her to be my sister, Drake..."

"Well," he leans in to whisper, "too bad that you just messed that up for yourself."

Savannah stops short at her brother's words. He's not one to joke around. He groans, growls, gets annoyed, and walks away without saying a word at her teasing, but joking back, especially when it comes to the subject of love or marriage... -or at least, that's what she thinks he does,- is not something he ever did before. She blinks twice before stumbling in confusion, "What?"

"Well, the whole, 'a Walker knows, when a Walker knows' of course! I mean, hell! I fell hard for her in the past forty minutes. I think that there even was a chance for me to be down on my knees at the end of the week..." he wiggles his brows, and Savannah instantly rolls her eyes, "for one purpose or another, but since my stubbornness and drive to never give you the opportunity at my wedding to say; 'called it!' and 'see I told you so!' are stronger than 'a Walker knows'... Guess you just ruined it. Too bad. You just lost her as a sister at your own doing."

Savannah's mind's running, her mouth struggling, "What?" His face is serious, but he's joking, right? Is he joking? Does he think he's joking but he's actually not? She has a hard time telling it.

Drake holds his thumb close to his pointing finger, "Seriously. I was this close to calling mom for the family ring, but too bad ha? There is nothing we can do about it anymore, so please be a sweet sister and go check on Max and Mable! The two of you annoyingly bonding over teasing me is not necessary anymore!" He ushers her away and she walks startled towards the school. What the hell is going on?

Drake happily brushes his hands together, and slumbers back down in the chair, "There we go..."

"Way to go, Uncle!" Bartie grins, "Now we can take all the time in the world to..."

Drake snorts, "Nice try, bud. We're still wrapping this up early in time for bed."

Bartie instantly pouts, but Drake leans forward whispering, "You have to be well-rested if we're going to put up a Christmas tree tomorrow evening and play video games until one hour after your regular sleeping time!"

Bartie happily cheers while excitedly slamming his fist onto the armchairs, "YEEEEESSS! Let's do this! One practice round!"

Riley grins, "Alright! One practice round, just do what the two of you always do..."

Drake and Bartie, who both have no clue that the camera is rolling, lose themselves in the moment when they start roasting the marshmallows. Riley tries to keep her focus on what it is their saying, but it's a hard thing to do with all of this sugary, drooling sweetness in front of her. The way Drake communicates with Bartie is impressive, natural, and such a sweet thing to look at. But most of all, it's like all the stories Bartie told her about his adventures with Drake come to life in front of her eyes.

Before long Drake and Bartie start to wrap up the video. Drake grins while holding up a cream cracker, "It's really easy! Just a little bit of chocolate, then the perfect roasted Marshmallows..."

Bartie puts the second cream cracker on top, "And you have a little bit of love to share in your hands!" Drake breaks it and gives Bartie a piece. The two of them munch happily, he ruffles Bartie's hair, "A little bit of love indeed! Have fun, enjoy, share and remember..."

Bartie turns his gaze seriously in the camera, "Fire safety is never a joke!"

Then he jumps up from his stool, Drake copies his movement, and they smack their hands together, "That was awesome, uncle!! Oh, only now we have to do exactly the same on camera and things will be fine!" Drake instantly turns pale at realizing that this wasn't the 'real' run but that he has to do it again. In front of a rolling camera.

Riley glances down at her watch, "I think we actually can start right away with recording! The rest might be back in a minute or fifteen, so that gives us just enough time!"

"Great... Great... Great, so great," murmurs Drake, trying to do his best to hide his nerves. Riley looks up to him at the obvious uneasy tone in his voice, and the big forced smile on his face only confirms the spotted battle against his nervousness. She admires the way how he said yes to something that apparently scares the living hell out of him and knows that she made the right call to record the already amazing practice session. Bartie is already back in his chair and wiggles excitedly, "Uncle, come on! I need to be well-rested remember?"

Drake coughs, murmuring, "Of course..." But before he can sit down Riley asks, "Actually Drake, can you lend me a hand first? I need some help with the camera..."

He raises his brows in question but shrugs, "Sure? But you do remember that I break electronics when they don't do what I want right?"

"Yes... But I also remember that you have no problem with hitting the right buttons," A mischievous smile appears on her face, "and since I need help with finding the right button..."

Drake narrows his eyes in suspicion but walks over anyway. Hell, don't want her to use that voice again... Well at least not with other people around... He blinks at his own thought, once again coughing to compose himself. Get your mind out of the gutter, Walker. What the actual hell. He stops right beside her, making sure that there is at least a little bit of distance between them, "What can I do for you?"

"Well," and she wiggles her upper body, trying to look as innocently as possible, "I need you to tell me where the recording button is."

He slowly repeats her words, "You want me to tell you where the record button is?" Riley nods with a way too excited smirk for his liking. He shakes his head briefly because he's not sure what the hell’s she's up to, "Right..."

His eyes instinctively drift down and finds himself confused at the already blinking red record light. It's already recording... what the hell is going on? Why does she want my help finding, when… Realization dawns on him, making his eyes snap to the little screen to check how long it's already recording. Twenty minutes, does that mean? A relieved smile appears on his face. Thank God.

He looks back at Riley, who leans in to whisper only for him to hear, "Just pretend to press the button, and don't worry...." She lays a hand on his arm, squeezing it in reassurance, "the take we have is already perfect, so just go have fun!"

Drake pretends to press the button with a relaxed and genuine smile on his face while whispering back, "Thank you."

Riley shakes her head, "Don't thank me yet Walker, we still need to talk about what it takes to keep my mouth shut about ignoring Bartie's bedtime. I mean seriously? Video games?" What Drake doesn't see is that she motions for Bartie to make some snowballs.

Drake shakes his head dismissively while backward walking to his chair. "You did not just go there Herreld."

"Kind of did..." Riley casually checks her nails when her eyes briefly snap up to meet Bartie for a quick wink before looking at her hands again. Drake stops short and eyes both of them suspiciously, "What was that?"

Bartie quickly jumps from behind his chair, "Nothing," drawing Drake's attention to him. Riley makes a few snowballs of her own while Bartie holds Drake's attention, "But I think that it's time to have a talk, Uncle. I didn't want to hurt your feelings earlier, but seriously... video games? How old do you think I am?"

"What are you talking about, Bartie? You love to play video games..."

"Yeah," he draws in a sharp breath, "not really. I only love it because it's so easy to beat you..."

Riley hides an 'ooooohhhh' behind her right hand, hiding a snowball in the left behind her back. Drake immediately notices and glares at her.

"What," she shrugs and both hands rising up in question, "Don't blame me for your apparent lack of skills when it comes to videoga..." but her words turn into a blur when Drake's eyes snap to her left hand holding a snowball.

For one second there's complete silence. The next. "Attaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" Bartie throws a snowball straight into Drake's face.

"Way to go, Bartie!" Riley screams enthusiastically.

"Ohh you," Drake groans while lunging for Riley, who yells, "Bartie don't stop throwing!"

Bartie keeps up the throwing and hits a few before Drake tackles Riley into the snow. He straddles her and shoves the snowball in her hand directly into her own face, "Quick Bartie, come one... Help me..." but he feels cold snow sliding into the back of his shirt before he can finish his sentence. Bartie yells, "Your sacrifice will always be remembered, miss Riley."

"Ohh, come here you!" Drake jumps up before Bartie can get away and throws him over the shoulder, "Alright Herreld, come on..." He points at Bartie's head who's hanging over his shoulder, "don't let me hangi..." but before he can finish his sentence Riley scoops up some snow and puts it behind the back of his neck straight in his shirt.

"Yeah," and Bartie high fives Riley from over Drake's shoulder.

"Ohh, now the two of you have done it," Drake grins, "You know what I think I'm strong enough to..." and he scoops up Riley over his other shoulder who gasps caught off guard. "HA! So now I got the both of you..." but before he can finish his sentence a snowball hits him in the middle of the face. "Are you kidding me..."

"Got you brother! Hahaha!" He looks up at Savannah who's almost falling over in the snow with laughter right next to a chart with a can of hot cocoa and cups on top.

Mable and Maxwell are nowhere near her. He turns around with a chuckle and finds them standing on the other side. He grins when both Riley and Bartie get hit from behind at the badly thrown snowballs by Maxwell and Mable, who were clearly meant for him.

Bartie whispers, "Us three against them?"

"Yes!" Riley whispers excitedly... "Drake, are you in?"

"Yes," Drake whispers back, "I'm going to set you down on the count of three, Bartie. Run to your mom, pretend to seek for safety, and go loose!"

"Got it!" Confirms Bartie.

Drake starts counting, but Riley interrupts him, "Wow, wow, wow, what about me? Where do you want me to run to?"

"Ohh, you're not running Herreld. Like I said, done saving you tonight..."

"But..."

"Nope," Drake starts counting nevertheless, tightening his grip around her waist. She swallows at the feel of his muscular arm around her, thankful for the fact that he's not seeing how much her cheeks burn right now. You know... weirdly fine with this... On three he sets Bartie back on his feet, who storms off to his mom.

Drake storms off, with Riley over his shoulder, towards Mable and Maxwell who keep missing. Drake grins, "Good God, are they stormtroopers or what?"

Riley chuckles at the snowballs flying left and right, "Absolutely, Ohh or bond villains." They share a snort. Maxwell and Mable realize that throwing is useless since they keep missing and decide to start running. Drake picks up the pace to get to them but running over a snowy field with Riley over his shoulder is something else, even for a top fit member of the royal guard. He slowly starts panting, "Herreld, use your teacher's voice to make them stop..."

"I'm not a fucking Pokémon, Walker."

"We are weirdly on the same level... But seriously... Tell them to stop."

"No, this is not a weapon you can use whenever you want Drake..."

"Herreld, are you kidding me?" His panting picks up.

"Not kidding! I'm not doing it!"

"Herreld...".

Riley suddenly states in her teacher's voice, "Mister Walker!" Drake startles. Hard. He trips over his own feet, falling forward. She falls down onto her back in the snow and he hovers over her, catching himself on his hands before squashing her with his body. They glare at each other, both so caught up in the moment that they're absolutely not really realizing how this might look...

"Herreld, are you serious? You refuse to use your voice on them, so you use it on me?"

"You were the one who deserved it, Drake." She points at her ear, "You need to listen."

"What the hell," Drake frowns at her in disbelieve, "They were the ones who threw the snowballs at us... They deserved it."

"No, what they deserve is aiming lessons or some burger feedback for starters maybe."

"WHAT are you talking about? Burger feedback? Why would you start talking about burgers?"

"Burger feedback..." She awkwardly portrays what she means with her hands in the small space between them, "Bottom bun. At first, you give a compliment. The burger represents the point of feedback, and you top it off with another compliment representing the last bun." She blinks up at him, meeting his eyes with her blues. "Feedback burger..."

Drake's stomach rumbles loudly every time she says burger. "Can you please stop saying burger?"

Riley draws in a sharp breath at the loud rumbling of his belly. She always loves cooking, sharing and always tries to make sure that the people around her are happy and stuffed. "Sorry... You know... I could make some food if you want... I always have pizzas in the freezer, or lasagna, I have some pasta sauce with meatballs at home for spaghetti."

"Of course, you have, all homemade I presume? Original recipes from the Nonna across the hall..."

"Yes!" Riley's eyes grow wide, "How did you know? Ohh, I can also make some fresh gnocchi... It's not as good as Nonna's but we are getting there."

"Oh God," Drake groans, "please STOP talking about delicious food!"

"But..."

"No... you know what, stop talking altogether."

Riley's eyes snap to Savannah, Maxwell, Mable, and Bartie who have gathered around them with a bulk of snow in hand. He told me to stop talking... She subtly scoops a little bit more down under Drake's body for protection. He frowns at her unexpected movement, "What are you do..." But a blanket of snow gets thrown over both of them before he can finish his sentence.

Drake startles and blurs out when the cold snow hits him all over, "Unfu-" Riley quickly covers his mouth before he can swear within hearing reach from Bartie. Drake groans against her hand, "You saw this coming, didn't you?"

Riley squeaks while removing her hand from his mouth, "You told me not to talk."

"So, when I ask you to use your teacher's voice you don't listen, but when I suggest you stop talking then you decide to listen? WHY? Herreld? WHY?"

Savannah covers Bartie's ears and chuckles, "Maybe we should give them another bulk of snow, I don't think they're cooled off enough yet."

Drake rolls his eyes and Riley blinks confused, "What?"

"Well, guys," Mable coughs a little bit awkwardly, "the two of you realize that you are actually lying on top of each other, right?"

Drake and Riley look from Mable to each other and suddenly they realize how close they are. Both of them have been so caught up and weirdly comfortable with the whole situation that they haven't even registered being once again in a rather compromising situation.

Drake pushes himself upwards in one impressive move, grumbling while offering Riley his hand, "This is all your fault Herreld. If you just used your teacher voice on them instead of me..."

She takes his hand, he pulls her up with ease. "You can't blame me, Drake. I really need to be careful with using that voice."

The both of them walk back towards the little campsite.

"And still you use it on me as if it's nothing."

"Because you deserved it, Drake," Riley turns around at the rest who are staring at the two of them bickering, "Guys! Are you coming?"

Drake yells over his shoulder, "You guys better listen or else..."

"Mister Drake Walker!"

Maxwell, Mable, and Bartie follow them, but Savannah can't tear her eyes away from the two of them. She laughs when Drake jumps up in the air.

"Stop using my voice to scare the rest..."

Drake throws his hands into the air, "Unbelievable!"

Savannah looks at the two who keep bickering while taking their place behind the camera and in the chair. Is this really happening? She takes a deep breath to prevent herself from getting way too excited. You need to know for sure first.

She snaps out of it when Bartie yells, "MOM! Are you coming? We need to show the world how to make the perfect s'more."

Bartie's words echo through her mind. Didn't Mable say that Riley never made or ate a s'more before? Maybe I can use that somehow to... Before she can finish her thoughts Bartie makes her snap out of it again.

"Mom! Are you coming?"

"Coming!"

It's fifteen minutes later and Drake and Bartie wrap up an even more perfect video. Everyone is chatting happily as Riley starts pouring the hot cocoa and tops them off with whip cream and a homemade cookie.

She walks over to Bartie, sitting on Savannah's lap and Drake with the last two cups in her hands. The rest is already happily drinking.

Bartie enthusiastically tells his mother about the practice run and their little snow fight before the rest joined. Riley gives Drake a cup of cocoa, before handing the last one to Bartie with the words, "Last but certainly not least! The most delicious one for the star of the show!"

Drake snorts, "Seriously? I'm sitting right here, Herreld. You don't have to rub it in my face." Savannah's eyes snap up at the uncharacteristic playfulness in her brother's voice. Keep it cool... keep it cool... You're still not sure that this is happening for real.

Riley chuckles teasingly, walks over to him, and casually leans on the backrest of his folding chair. "I'm just calling how it is, Walker. Sorry, but I can give you a feedback burger about how to up your performance if you want?"

His stomach growls loudly, and Savannah waits for his reaction. Riley has been teasing him a lot tonight, and usually, he's not one to stick around when someone does. Of course, he needed to stay for the video, but now that's wrapped up...

Then something unexpecting happens. Savannah sees her brother teasingly looking up at Riley, her eyes fixated on his cheek casually leaning against Riley's thumb.

Not even sure if they notice themselves, but she sure as hell notices and suddenly knows what to do. She gently taps on Bartie's leg whose face is covered in whip cream and happily munching on a cookie. She subtly glances down her watch, "Ohh, Bartie, look at the time!!"

Everyone looks at Savannah over exaggeratingly pointing out the time. "Honey, we really need to go!" Bartie blinks confused at the sudden determination of his mother, "But I still have half my cocoa..."

"I know," Savannah sets Bartie on his feet, "We take it with us in the car, I will bring the cups back tomorrow, I'm sure Riley doesn't mind right?"

"No, of course not! We have enough cups over here! But if you're guys heading home," Riley glances down at her watch herself, "then I think it's time to start cleaning for us, Mable."

Before Mable can protest about Riley helping clean, Savannah makes her move, "Or not."

Riley frowns while slowly repeating Savannah's words, "Or not?"

"Or not," a big smile appears on Savannah's face, "Maxwell takes Bartie home to Bertrand and comes back to help. I'm going to assist Mable right now and Drake, you can teach Riley how to make a s'more since she never made or ate one. There are enough supplies, the fire still going and the two of you deserve sitting down a little bit after all the work today."

Riley and Drake look at each other confused, but before they can protest Savannah continues, "All in favor?"

Maxwell, Mable, and Bartie yell, "Aye!"

Riley stumbles in protest, "No, but I need to help. I can't just sit here while you guys clean. Drake back me up here..."

"Ohh, no, no, no, Herreld." Drake holds up his hands, "Nope. Not burning my hands on this. I've learned not to go there. In the words of Admiral Ackbar "It's a trap!"

Riley snorts at his Star Wars joke, but no one else seems to get it.

Drake awkwardly looks around at the others, brushing over the moment by focusing back to Riley, "Besides. You know at what side I am right? You've missed two nights of sleep..."

Mable interrupts Drake with wide eyes, "Riley Herreld! Did you miss two nights of sleep?"

Riley hides her face in her hands, murmuring against them, "Maybe..."

"Oh!" Bartie yells happily, "and she sings!" He leans in towards his mother, "Uncle Drake said that she's better than Hana!"

Maxwell gasps dramatically, and Mable joins in, "Then why do we always ask miss Bartens to practice the songs with the kids?"

"Because she has stage fright," Drake explains without hesitation, "apparently the only one who is worthy enough to hear her sing is her clipboard. She was serena..." But Riley presses her hands on his mouth before he can finish his sentence, "You know what. Sitting down sounds great, so how about I sit down over there," she points at the chair where Savannah and Bartie just stood up from, "while you guys go far, far away from here before Drake here can finish his sentence." She turns to Drake, "I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth, but don't you dare finish that sentence." He nods in promise, but blurts when her hands drop, "She serenaded her clipboard with 'All I want for Christmas is you!"

Riley gasps, "I can't believe I even felt remotely sorry for you for having to put up with clumsy me and Maxwell on fire this week... You're relentless!" Drake holds his hand up in surrender, but the damage is already done.

Mable looks down at the clipboard in her hand, "The sad thing is that she's probably serious about it. I don't think I ever saw anyone being so attached to an abomination like this as Riles here. We worry about you hon, you work way too hard."

Drake looks up at Riley who's still standing beside him and taps her against the hand, "Besides, even you have to admit that it felt good to sit down for a moment earlier this evening right while I was working on the camera?"

Mable's eyes grow wide, "You were able to keep her on a chair for longer than 10 seconds, and she let you do something of her to-do list?" She turns to Riley, "We are keeping this one around!"

"Fine," Riley sighs and turns towards Drake, "I would love to learn how to make a s'more and eat one for the first time. But..." she turns to Mable, "I'm helping afterward."

Mable walks over to hug Riley tightly, "I'll take it!" She mouths over her shoulder to Drake to take aaaaalllll the time in the world and he nods with a chuckle.

Bartie runs over to Drake to say his goodbyes. Drake comes up from his chair and sinks through his knees. Bartie leans to whisper in his ear, "See you tomorrow uncle, and I actually lied a little bit to distract you. I love to play video games with you! And you're actually really good."

Drake hugs him tightly, "I know bud, and it's fine! Besides you had some nice throws tonight!"

Bartie laughs, "I can only thank my mom for that. We both have seen my dad throw and tonight uncle Maxwell..." Drake ruffles him over his hair with a laugh, "I love you, bud!"

"Love you too, uncle! See you tomorrow!" Bartie gives him a peck on the cheek, before running over to miss Riley for a hug.

Drake walks over to his sister, and they hug.

"Thank you for today brother." She pulls back with a smile, "It's really comforting that I can leave him in your capable hands."

"I love you, sis," He whispers with a grin, "though I might have promised to scoop up bedtime for an hour this week."

Savannah chuckles, "I'm just going to pretend that I didn't hear that." She glances over his shoulder to Riley who's chatting with Maxwell and Mable before turning her attention back to Drake. "You're a good guy, Drake. You deserve all that's good in the world."

He sighs, but she walks away before he can react. "Come on, Honey!" She picks up Bartie who waves at Drake and Riley, who waves back. Mable joins Savannah and Bartie, but Maxwell lingers behind. Drake joins them at the campfire.

Riley pulls Maxwell in for a tight hug. They've grown quite close in the past two weeks of working together. "Thank you again for everything Max, I'll see you in a bit."

"You got it, Riles," he pulls back and boops her nose, before moving over to Drake. He widens his arms with a big smile.

"You know, whatever. It's been a weird night," and Drake pulls him in for a quick hug. Maxwell however throws his arms around him, completely ignoring Drake's subtle tapping out on his shoulder. "Maxwell..."

Riley spots it and chuckles, "Max, remember where we talked about last week?"

"Boundaries?"

"Boundaries..."

Maxwell actually let's go, "Fine! Sorry, Drake." But then he leans towards Drake with a serious face, whispering, "But remember this. I'm going to hug you and never let go if you ever hurt her..." Drake blinks when Maxwell's face turns back to a big smile, "See you guys in a bit!!" And he walks away, leaving the two of them alone.

"So..." Riley wiggles on her feet, "Well, teach me Oh great Marshmallow Jedi Master."

Drake raises his brows, "You are not really expecting me to explain it again, right? I mean... You just saw the instruction video live. Twice."

They sit down on the chairs. Riley murmurs while grabbing a stick and a Marshmallow, "Yeah of course you don't have to explain it again... I was hundred percent focused, concentrated and I'm on top of my game!" Riley tries to recall if he put the marshmallow vertical on the stick, or horizontal since she really did try to focus earlier but hell, those two were so darn cute together that completely zoned out.

Drake sees her struggling and snorts, "Seriously?"

"Can we just not make a point out of this," Riley starts nervously tapping with her feet against the chair leg, "I just get really happy when other people are happy and having fun. It's when I get in my head and just enjoy it, I'm sorry. It was no disinterest," she looks up to him with an incredibly vulnerable smile, "it was just really great to see the stories that Bartie told me about the two of you come to life in front of my eyes." Her eyes snap back to the fire, "I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. I'm usually not that blurrily about serious feelings myself since I'm a listener rather than a talker."

Drake eyes her, taken aback by her revelation and vulnerability. He grins and decides to let it go. At least for now. He takes a stick and Marshmallow himself, "Much to learn, you still have young Padawan. So just follow my lead... But if you don't pay attention..." He teasingly glares at her, "I will not hesitate to use MY angry teacher voice."

Thank you so much for reading!!

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How To Learn A New Language At Home

Learning a new language is more important than you ever thought. In this article, I am going to show you how you can learn a new language on your own at home. So read and enjoy!

The Four Skills of Any Language

Learning languages is getting easier than ever before. There are four skills you have to master if you want to learn whatever language you want. The four skills are: 

1. Reading Skills

Reading is the most important aspect of learning languages. If you want to start learning a new language, you have to figure out what to read. As a beginner, you should read something simple such as kids' stories or Graded Readers. Either of them is good to start learning a language: they are written with simplified language that is easy to understand and they can build your vocabulary. Try to read and don't bother yourself to look up each word. All you need is to focus on the keywords (a keyword is a word that represents the main feature or idea of something). Try to use at first any translator app/website to look up words until you have good vocabulary knowledge then try to use something advanced like a monolingual dictionary.

2. Speaking Skills  

When you start to learn any new language, you have to speak it. Sometimes it would be very difficult to find someone to practice your new language speaking skills with because maybe you live in a country where there are no speakers of it. I have these two solutions:

Making Friends On Social Media

My best way to practice speaking is to make friends on social media. I have a lot of friends on social media who are willing to speak with me to practice my second language speaking skills every day. 

Exchange Languages Apps/Websites 

My favorite solution ever! There are so many apps and websites where there are people who want to learn your language and are willing to help you to learn their languages. You can help them to learn your language and they will do the same thing. You can find those apps or websites on the internet they are called Exchange Languages apps/websites.

3. Listening Skills

Listening skills are important as the previous skills and to improve your listening skills there are two resources that I prefer: 

1. YouTube 

On YouTube, you can watch movies, video games, animations, and vloggers to improve your new language listening skills.

2. Podcasts

One of the best tools to help you to improve your listening skills. Podcasts talk about so many topics. you can download them, and listen to them wherever you go on your smartphone or in your car. 

4. Writing Skills

Writing skills is as important as all the skills that I have mentioned above, and it can be improved by writing every day. I write journals every day or participate in social media posts. When I write journals, I share them on any Exchange  Languages platform to get feedback on my writings, and I noticed my writing skills are getting better than ever before in my second language.

Conclusion: Learning languages requires so much patience and focusing on the four skills of the language: writing, speaking, reading, and listening. When you practice them every day, you'll notice progress in your language.

Note: English is my Second Language, so sorry if you found any grammar mistakes!

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Painkiller - 2

Here is the second part of Painkiller. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

You can find the first part here: Nashi's Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: Boy meets girl...in this Chapter they get to know each other a little better Warnings: Mentioning of body issues (slim OFC), smut in upcoming chapters but not yet Unbeta'ed. English is not my first language, so there might be mistakes/bad grammar/wrong spelling Credits: I took the pictures for the moodboard from Pinterest, for Katie I chose a pic of the lovely Nicola Coughlan. The "back pic" is from Pinterest too. If I violate any kind of copyright, please let me know.

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Here we go!

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Ping!

Ella froze when she heard the tone of her WhatsApp notifications. It was almost noon and though she'd never admit it, she'd been waiting to hear from Henry since the moment she'd opened her eyes in the morning. Hoping it was him, she took her phone and read the message. 

Hello, Ella. This is Henry...the guy with the hard blow from the party last night.

Did he really think he had to remind her of who he was? That was damn cute.

I hope you're feeling better. I know I sound like a broken record but I can't say it often enough. I'm really, really sorry for hurting you. 

...

Hey Henry. Thanks for checking on me. I'm much better, no headache anymore. No harm done, so I can easily forgive you.

....

He answered immediately.

That's a big relief! Has your brother already examined the bruise? Are you sure it's not a concussion and nothing's broken?

....

Yes, Alex stopped by on his way to work. I'm fine, just have to take it slow for the rest of the weekend. That's it. It looks much worse than it actually is.

....

Meaning I gave you a huge shiner?

...

Yeah... It's quite impressive. Wanna see?

....

Absolutely! Videocall?

....

Sure!

Videocall! Ella didn't see that coming. She had planned to send him a selfie. Video Call...before she was able to get into a panic her phone rang and she touched the green button to take the call, her heart racing like crazy. Henry's ridiculously handsome face with the friendly blue eyes and this very pretty nose, appeared on the screen instantly. She smiled at him sheepishly, suddenly very aware of the fact that she looked like shit with her bruise, without any makeup and with uncombed hair.

"Gosh, Ella....that looks bad. I can't believe you didn't pass out after that hit." he said horrified and ashamed at the sight of her bruised eye. His beautiful deep voice sounded hollow through the speakers of her phone. "Yeah...I know. But I'm the youngest of four. I'm able to take a lot of knocks." She laughed. "I feel terrible about this." he said, sounding serious.  "Please don't, Henry. It was an accident and I'm fine. I can cross off 'having a black eye' from my bucket list now. So I guess I have to thank you for this." She winked into the camera.  Henry chuckled. "You're welcome. And to be honest...it suits you, the dark blue and violet match your beautiful green eyes perfectly and you're still incredibly pretty."  "Oh...thanks." His words took her by surprise and she knew she was blushing which made her feel self-conscious. Her short answer to his compliment was followed by a long pause and Henry wondered if he had been too straightforward or too awkward. He wished he was just half as good at flirting as everyone considered him to be. "What about your back?" Ella said hastily to keep the conversation going. "My back is fine." "Really? You can be honest with me." "Really. I swear. Only a light red trace. It hardly hurts, it's really nothing serious. I can send you a back pic later." Henry grinned. Ella almost choked on the tea she was just sipping. Back pic - dick pic. The association hit her hard and of course she blushed like a shy wallflower. Again. It had always been like this. Her pale skin turned red for the most trivial reasons. Even at school when the teachers called on her she used to blush. And there was nothing she could do about it. She hated it. Coughing she gave Henry a funny look and he cursed internally for obviously making her feel uncomfortable with his stupid remark. Back pic, really, dumbass?

"Umm...yeah...why not. But maybe you still should put some ointment for burns on it." "Well...this is going to be a problem. I'm not that flexible. I doubt I can reach that area of my back and Kal won't be able to help." Henry replied, smiling. "Kal?" Ella was irritated. Who's Kal? His boyfriend? Oh my god. Is he gay? Am I making a complete fool of myself? "My dog. He's a clever boy but he can't do that." Henry laughed. "Oh. I see..." Ella let out a relieved snort. "Maybe your girlfriend can help you." She knew her attempt to find out if he was single was both obvious and pathetic. "I don't have a girlfriend." He said calmly, looking directly into the camera. "If I had, I wouldn't be chatting with you, clumsily trying to flirt, making you feel uncomfortable." He added with a shy, apologetic smile. Flirt? Ella was speechless for a moment. She started fiddling with her fingers, nervous all of the sudden. Good heavens...Henry Cavill is trying to flirt with me. "That's good to know. And you're not making me uncomfortable. On the contrary." she said softly, smiling back at him. 

Henry didn't really know how to go on with the conversation but he didn't want their chat to end so soon either so he tried to change the subject. "That's an impressive pile of books there right behind you." "Yeah...when you take work home with you...you know how it is." Ella grinned,  turning around, giving the book on top a gentle tap. "Work? What do you do for a living?" "My sister and I run a little bookstore-cafe." "What's that? A bookstore and a cafe at the same time?" "Yeah, exactly. Like an ordinary bookstore but we also sell coffee, tea, cake, muffins and sandwiches and stuff." "Wow, that's cool. Downtown London?" "No. On the outskirts. In Uxbridge." "Is that where you live?" "Yes, I live in the flat above the store. What about you? Notting Hill? Belgravia?" "Kensington." Henry said laughing. "Of course." she joined in with a smirk. "Must be nice living there. Quite fancy I guess. Tell me all about it." And that's what he did. 

Their easy going and very funny chat was interrupted by a ring at Ella's door a few minutes later. Ella made a face, giving Henry an apologetic look.  "That must be Katie, my sister. I told her what happened and she promised to supply me with some food. I hope for pizza and ice cream but I bet it's broth and fruits." She rolled her eyes. Henry's rumbling laugh echoed through the speakers. "Well, I better say good bye then, before her sisterly revenge hits me."  A second and a third impatient ring.  "Yeah. We better say goodbye. It was really good to talk to you Henry. Thanks for checking on me. And thanks for trying to flirt with me." She gave him a sweet wink and managed to blush only a little, her cheeks turning light pink. "You're welcome, Ella. It was my pleasure." "Bye." she said and the screen of his phone turned black.

It was my pleasure? What's wrong with you, Cavill?  Henry asked himself after the end of the call. He let his head sink down on the table top of his desk. You're welcome?  That really sounded smug as fuck. Not smooth, not witty....just smug and arrogant. Like he was doing her a favour by flirting with her. Your compensation for a huge black eye? Henry Cavill being socially awkward, trying to flirt clumsily for 15 minutes straight. Jackpot. You're welcome!

"I'm an idiot, Buddy." He said, sighing, turning to Kal. "I didn't even manage to ask her out on a date."  

****

When Ella opened the door her sister swept into the room with all the vigour that was so typical for her. With her 31 years of age Katie was only 14 months older than Ella and she was the exact opposite to her. Where Ella was tall and lean, Katie was short and voluptuous. Well, Katie herself called it fat but Ella had always considered her sisters curvy bodily features pretty and enviable. She had the boobs and the butt Ella had prayed for throughout her puberty. She'd waited in vain for some curves to grow. She hardly needed an A cup and her hips were anything but round. "Don't be ungrateful." her sister said whenever Ella raised the topic. "You can eat as much as you want without gaining weight, you don't need a bra and you'll never have saggy boobs. And your ass is crisp like an apple. I would kill for a body like yours." It was hard to see it that way for Ella, when she had been called a twig and worse throughout her schooldays. "You have to eat, Darling, if you ever want to find a husband. You're thin as a rake." her late grandmother used to say with a deep sigh whenever she saw her granddaughter. The problem was, Ella did eat. A lot actually, but she never gained weight, though she really wanted to. Her ex Craig used to call her Twiggy and she'd hated it. 

"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" Katie asked, placing a big bag on the kitchen table, running a hand over her round belly. She was six months pregnant with her first child. She turned around with a worried look on her doll-like face, that was framed by wavy, blonde hair. Katie had the same big green eyes like her sister but her face was heart-shaped with a sweet little nose and plump lips. A stark contrast to Ella's oval features with the grecian nose and the wide mouth. "Are you really ok? Alex said you'll be fine but you look a little flushed." "No, no...I'm good. I was just on a video call with Henry when you ringed." "Henry Cavill, huh?" Katie wiggled her eyebrows. "Yes. Can you believe it?" Ella giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl. "Hardly. I mean, how did you -Isabella Marianne Jacobs- manage to get into a close combat with Superman. Literally." "I really don't know. I went to this party with Jax and I sit at the bar hoping to maybe catch a little glimpse of Geralt of Rivia and the next thing I know is I almost get knocked out and the guy who makes me see stars is Henry fucking Cavill in person."

Katie laughed out loud, shaking her head in disbelief. She started unpacking the bag, placing various boxes on the table. "I made you some broth and here are some apples and pears and some oat cookies." "Broth, Katie? Really? I'm not sick." "A nice, tasty vegetable broth is good for anything." "Yeah...sure." Ella made a face. "But I was hoping for some food for the nerves. Chocolate, crisps, ice cream and lasagna or pizza for example." "Why?" Katie grinned. "What's wrong with your nerves? Did your little chat with Henry shake you up?" "Very funny."  "Why did he call you in the first place?" "He wanted to make sure I survived his punch. He's really a decent and nice man." "And the simple question if you're okay, left you so flushed?" Once again she was an open book to her big sister.   "He flirted with me, Katie!" Ella blurted out, turning tomato red. "Oh my god. How? What did he say? Spill it."

Ella gave her sister a little summary of their conversation, including all the details. Katie was not only her sister, she was her best friend besides Jax and there was no need to leave something aside. "Awww...this is so romantic." "Romantic? I don't know...maybe he was just trying to make me feel better. He has a reputation to lose." Ella was sceptical. "Nonsense! If it was an act he would have been much smoother, don't you think? After all he's an actor. He knows how to pretend a flirt." "And you really think a man like him isn't a smooth flirt in real life?" "Well, he obviously is not. Even famous people can be shy or insecure, Ella." "Yeah, sure..." "Do you think he's really going to send you that....back pic?" Katie grinned. "I hope so." Ella answered sniggering. They kept talking about Henry for a full hour, giggling and laughing. Ella felt like a teenager again, drooling over her newest crush. 

After her sister had left, Ella was sitting on her couch, eating her broth, thinking about Henry. Was it really possible that he was interested in her? And maybe even more important, was she seriously interested in him? Sure, he was incredibly handsome and attractive with an interesting personality. Of course it was flattering that he flirted with her and of course it boosted her ego. But what if he'd really ask her out. Would she say yes? Was she ready?

She hadn't dated anyone since she and Craig had decided to split up and go separate ways a year ago and she wasn't sure if she was okay with getting emotionally involved with somebody again. 

A few months ago she had kind of a fling with Jackson's older brother Hunter. It was something she used to call friends with benefits, Hunter preferred the term fuck buddies, Jax called it booty calls. Whatever it was, it was strictly physical and it had come to an end when Hunter had to move to Berlin for a job. She was sad when he had to leave because the sex really had been great. He had shown her a side of physical love she'd never known before. Her sex life with Craig had been okay. Not more, not less. The usual stuff, mostly vanilla and it had been satisfying, she'd never asked for more. But Hunter was anything but Vanilla. He had awoken this naughty, dark side of Ella, taking her sexuality to the next level. 

The sound of an incoming WhatsApp message interrupted her thoughts. She took her phone and saw it was a text from Henry. Her heart skipped a beat when she started reading.

Hey Ella, here's the promised piece of evidence.

Ella gasped when she saw the picture of Henry's bare back that was taken in front of a mirror. This man was built like a greek god. But he was right, there was only a light burn along his spine. A light red trace that didn't look too bad.

Thanks. Looks good. That's a relief.

Just seconds after she'd sent her answer her mobile rang. Henry. Now her heart started racing.

"Hello?" "Hey, it's Henry again." "Yeah, I know. Hi." Ella was glad it wasn't a video call this time because -of course- she was blushing again just for the sound of his voice. "What's up?" "Well, I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed our chat earlier. And I was thinking and wondering if you might want to talk to me again and if you maybe even want to see me again...all of me. Not only my back. And...yeah...what I'm trying to ask is if you would go out with me. On a date." "Um...yes...sure. That would be nice." Ella said without hesitation. Seemingly her brain had erased all doubts about dating someone from her mind successfully. "Really? Okay. Great! So what about dinner on Saturday? Gonna pick you up at seven?" "Saturday it is." Ella said. "Where do we go?" "What about Italian?" Henry suggested. "Oh yes. I love Italian food. There are a few good restaurants here in Uxbridge." Henry hesitated for a moment. "I'd rather take you to a place I know in Notting Hill. It's really nice and cosy." "Ok. Great. Do I have to dress up?" "Well it's not the Ritz. It's sophisticated but not too fancy. You're going to like it." "Good. I'm gonna text you my address."

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tbc