#spring fever pitch

[kristinamae093]

A Wild Ride

Series - TRR - AU

Pairing - Liam x MC (Riley Brooks)

Summary - A small rewrite of the diamond scene from Book 1 Chapter 11 (Drake’s birthday) and… beyond.

Word Count - 2503... ish 🙈

A/N1- Welcome to my first attempt at smut. Nobody asked for this, this is entirely unprompted and unasked for (except by me haha). This is just where my brain went, and well... don’t judge me too hard lolololololololol. I’ve debated posting this all week, but I’m finally going to relent and just do it and most likely hide forever. But I have to shoutout @ao719 who encouraged me, and read through my first draft. 💚 All errors in this final version are mine and mine alone.

A/N2- I am considering this a part of the Ghosted AU, but only for ONE reason, and that is to put it on the same masterlist. But this is a ONE SHOT and DOES NOT ADD TO NOR CONTRIBUTE TO THE STORY WHATSOEVER. This is literally just an excuse to try my hand at lemony writing, nothing more. 

A/N3- This is my sad attempt at a submission for the @springfeverpitch event. I have no idea if this even qualifies, but they said anything smutty, soooo…... I’m going to test that theory with this, LOLOLOL. I have no idea what 'day' it qualifies under, (4?) I’m honestly not even sure what this monstrosity should classify as. 🤣🙈🙊

Base in play - Briefly First, but mostly Homerun ⚾💭🫡

TW - ⚠️ NSFW ⚠️ - Language, smutty filthy lemons, brief mentions of blood (.3 seconds worth). *⚠️ 18+ ONLY ⚠️*

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Liam watched Riley as if she would give him the answers to all the world’s problems at any moment; she fully transfixed him. When he paid the operator of the bull, he assumed Drake would ride, since it was his birthday. But when Riley volunteered and bounced her way over, Liam knew already he was done for; the second she mounted that bull, he felt himself grow undeniably hard.

He observed with the utmost attention. The way her hips swiveled to keep in time with the jerky motions of the bull, the way her big, perky chest bounced from side to side as she tried to stay on the ride. She threw an arm back like a lasso; her cut off shirt hiking higher and higher up her toned midriff. He caught sight of her lacy red bra underneath, the sight practically enough to make him take her, here and now, for all to see. Everything about it was driving him mad with desire. 

At that moment, he would have cut off his right leg to trade spaces with the foreign object she rode. Give up the throne, throw everything away, all for her to tame him as if he were the rowdy steed beneath her. His mind swirled with fantasies as the saliva from his mouth fully dissolved.

When she flew off the bull, he was right there to help her up; after he had adjusted himself in his slacks. The two grabbed a shot, then another, and a couple more, adding to the already large amount of alcohol they had consumed. They finally made their way out to the dancefloor after way too many drinks.

It started slow and casual, nothing scandalous or arousing, although the chemistry between them made anything sensual. Then a particular song came on; Liam had never heard it, but the squeal that came from Riley and her excited bouncing told him she was familiar. He felt his cock stiffen a little more in the confines of his trousers as he watched her breasts bob up and down while she jumped; maybe it was the alcohol fueling his thoughts, but he couldn’t get the image of those tits bouncing in his face out of his mind. 

They danced face to face; Riley attempted to keep a respectable distance between them, as she knew they were in public. The court would not react well to them grinding all over each other. But Liam didn’t seem to have a care in the world, as he continued to pull her closer and closer. His gaze switched between gawking at her enormous bust poking out of her low cut top, and the way her hips swiveled and rotated to the rhythm. His hands probed her body, as if he needed to remember every crevice and curve. 

She swatted his roaming hands away. “What are you doing? We’re in public!” She giggled. 

Liam nuzzled her neck. “Don’t care.” 

Riley laughed harder. “Liam, what if someone sees us? Or you get recognized?”

“Let them watch.” He responded with a devilish smirk.

“I’m just saying the press would-”

Liam cut her off by capturing her lips with his own. Their tongues rolled together as they swallowed each other’s content sighs. One of Liam’s hands rested on her neck, the other falling to the small of her back and pulling her as close as possible. Their pelvises ground together, each letting out a soft moan at the friction. Neither cared at the crowd of other dancers surrounding them; the only thing that mattered was the two of them, and the undeniable sexual tension that seemed to have reached its boiling point. 

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Liam returned to his suite, a little wobbly on his feet, and immediately went to take a cold shower. His mind continued to swirl with scandalous thoughts about Riley and the things he wanted her to do to him, and vice versa. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to invite her back and ravage her like he truly wanted to. But he realized there was a high probability the pair would get caught sneaking around, and that would only cause more problems in the long run. And, he didn’t want to be this drunk when it did happen. 

He finished his shower and put on a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants before he slipped into bed, pulling up the covers to envelop his body. He lay on his back and fell into a deep slumber as fantasies of Riley filled his mind. 

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He awoke later with his senses filled by a fragrance of lilac and berry. He felt dainty hands lightly tracing the inside of his thighs, sending a shudder through him. A sigh escaped him as he felt tender kisses travel up his abdomen, soft hair falling to tickle his sides. He reached a hand out and threaded his fingers through long, silky, golden blonde hair as she continued her venture up to his neck. 

When she reached her quarry, she bit down hard enough to leave a mark and licked the affected area. She dotted kisses along his jawline to the other side and nipped his ear; Liam groaned and gripped her hips to grind her against his already freed erection. He had no time to ponder how he became disrobed, as he felt wetness gliding over his already aching member; she wasn’t wearing panties. 

“Riley…” He moaned. 

She raised her face to hover over Liam’s, “I saw you…” she whispered as she ghosted her lips over his. 

“Hm?”

“You were watching me ride that bull tonight… Wishing it was you… weren’t you?” She asked in between bites along his jawline.

“God yes.” Liam panted.

Riley’s face lit up with a cat-like grin before she grabbed his face to bring his lips to hers. Their tongues met and battled for dominance in a fit of passionate and desperate kisses. Liam slid his hands up her sides and realized she, too, was already naked. He massaged both of her large, supple breasts in his hands before breaking their kiss and bending his neck to take one into his mouth. He licked and suckled at it for a moment before moving to the other and showing it the same attention. After, he briefly lay back and marveled at her perfection, and those breasts that had been making his mouth water all night dangling in front of his face; just like he fantasized. 

Riley sat up, and he met her intent, lustrous gaze; her eyes clouded over with desire, hair askew, perky tits rising and falling with every labored breath, lips slightly parted. Liam watched, transfixed, as she ran her tongue over her top lip, and he thought he would cum on the spot. Liam reached out to embrace her and forcefully brought her lips to his; his dick painfully throbbing, aching to be inside her. 

She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled, the sudden, sharp pain causing Liam to moan. “You like that?” She whispered as she bit his lip. 

“Yes.” He breathed out, as he grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed. She ground her bare mound against him and an animalistic sound escaped Liam’s lips.

“Tell me what you want, Liam…” she coaxed as she sat up and positioned herself with her dripping pussy over Liam’s cock. She rubbed herself against Liam’s shaft, her hand pushing him deeper through her wet folds. She ground back and forth on his length, driving Liam absolutely mad.

“You. I want you, Riley. Please.” He begged.

“No… Tell me what you want… Exactly what you want.” She slightly raised herself and let his tip ghost her opening, before she slid him back through the entirety of her core. 

Liam gasped and twitched beneath her. The things she was making him feel were overwhelming every single part of his being. “I… I…” He stammered between breathless pants and moans. “I want you to ride me.” He finally spit out. 

She bit her lip and whispered, “Your wish is my command.” and lowered herself down onto him, both moaning at the sensation as he penetrated her tight opening. Her mouth fell open into an O shape, a high-pitched whine coming from her throat, as she sunk her body down on his length. Liam’s eyes never left her face as her tightness enveloped him, taking him to such a high level of euphoria he thought he would die at any moment. She rocked herself slowly back and forth on his cock, feeling him stretch and fill her in all the right ways.

“Oooooh… God, you’re so fucking big Liam!” Liam felt his dick twitch at her words and ran his hands up her sides to massage her breasts in his hands. She placed her hands against his chest, pushing her tits together as she started bouncing herself on his length. He analyzed her with rapt attention, her expressions, the sounds she was making. Liam released his hold on her and put his hands behind his head as he watched her work herself on him with a deep groan.

She picked up speed and ran both of her hands through her hair. Liam watched where they connected, seeing her pussy grip around him, the proof of her arousal covering his member and thighs. He looked up and saw her massaging her breasts with a lust blown expression; she saw him staring and bit her lip with a loud moan, causing him to whimper from the sight. 

Just when Liam thought he couldn’t take anymore, she sat back and positioned herself with her hands on his haunches, giving him the perfect view of her taking all of him in. She started slowly, but soon built a mind-blowing pace, taking him almost all the way out before slamming her hips back into his. Liam heard her whimpers increase in pitch and knew her release was coming. He felt his own building but was determined to make her let go first. 

“Oooooh God… Oh! Don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop!" she cried out as their already frantic pace increased. She reached a hand down and wildly rubbed circles over her swollen nub. Liam clutched her hips with a white-knuckle grip and increased their speed, hammering himself into her relentlessly. He matched her rhythm perfectly, thrusting himself to meet her hips. She threw her head back with a loud shriek; her tightness pulsating around him, wetness coating his already glistening member as waves of pleasure overtook her. 

“Yes! God... YES! Liam… You fuck me so good!” She got out through gasps and whimpers as jolts of electricity continued to course through her. 

Between her clenching around him and the things she was saying, Liam was a goner. He thrust into her three, four, five more times until he pulled her down forcefully to receive his load with a loud, primal roar. His vision almost completely blacked out, stars invading his view. He had orgasms before, sure, but it was like his soul was leaving his body. It was so intense, so powerful and all-consuming, like nothing he had ever felt before. 

Liam lay with his eyes closed for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. He felt Riley grasp his hand and opened his eyes to look at her as she remained straddling him. She brought his hand to her lips and smiled before she tenderly kissed each one of his fingertips. 

Liam closed his eyes once more and let out a content sigh. Somehow, someway, the evening ended as he hoped it would; all was right with the universe at that exact moment. 

His peace was short-lived as he suddenly felt a sharp pain course through his index finger. 

“Ow!” He cried. “Did… did you bite me, Riley?”

“You liked it a minute ago.” She smirked.

“That was different. This felt like you were trying to take a chunk out of my finger!” 

She giggled, “You just… you smell so good… so… sweet… like nuts… and honey…” she replied as she turned her head and deeply inhaled his palm. 

Liam furrowed his brow. “Oh… um… thank you?” He responded with uncertainty. 

“You just smell so… heavenly… and... mouthwatering…” she mewled as she licked his palm. 

"I do?" Liam asked, completely confused by her sudden shift in behavior. 

"Mmhhmmm."

“Like… like what?”  

“Baklava.” She said as she chomped Liam’s thumb. 

“Hey! Riley, that… that hurts!” He tried to pull his hand away, but Riley’s grip tightened. 

“But I bet you taste soooo good, Liam! I just wanna eat you up.” She started gnawing on his wrist, biting harder and harder; he swore she was breaking his skin. 

“Riley! Riley! Stop!” He yelled as he squirmed underneath her, but she would not relent. He felt a sharp, piercing pain in his arm and watched in horror as she tore a piece of flesh from his body; blood squirting from the open wound and covering the both of them. 

She thoroughly chewed his flesh with a satisfied smile before she went back for more. “Mmm…. sho good.” She rolled her eyes as she swallowed another chunk of skin. She slurped at the blood that surrounded her mouth before she returned to his wound, lapping at it like a deprived dog finally given water. 

“Riley! Riley! Stop! STOOOOOOOP!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Liam flew forward in a panic; his breathing rapid and labored, his elevated pulse thundering in his ears, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He frantically searched his darkened surroundings, looking to see if Riley was still there, but found no signs of anyone. 

He glanced down at his body and saw absolutely nothing; no marks, cuts, blood, or any signs of injury. He quickly pulled the blanket back and saw his pajama pants, just as they were when he had gone to bed.

Bastien heard Liam’s yells from his position outside and barged into the room. “Is something wrong, sir?”

“I…I don’t think so…” Liam answered unsurely as he rubbed his uninjured wrist. “Has… has anyone come in here?”

“No, sir. I’ve been outside your door since you arrived. Nobody has been here.” Bastien reassured him. “Why? Do you believe there’s been a breach?”

“No! No. Nothing like that. I was only asking. Thank you, Bastien.”

Bastien bowed with a bewildered expression, but left the room. As soon as he did, Liam stood up and made a quick dash to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. 

He searched his reflection with intent; Liam saw that his neck and upper body were pristine and unmarked, no signs of the late-night fornication to be found. He checked other areas of his body, but no remnants of his wild encounter remained. He ran his hand through his lightly tousled hair and stared at his reflection for a long while, trying to make sense of what he could have just experienced.

He shook his head with a quiet laugh before he said, “I am never drinking tequila before bed again.”

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The Long Way Home

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Explicit Warning: 🔥NSFW, ⛔18+ Only, contains explicit sexual content Category: Fluff, Smut Word count: 2.6K Summary: Ethan helps Sawyer forget her troubles. A/N: This fic is inspired by the song Long Way Home by Caanan Cox. Commissioned art created by the amazing @angkis.

This is my HOME RUN submission for the @springfeverpitch event.

“Got a second?” Ethan asked, catching Sawyer as she exited from a patient’s room. 

He guided her to the vending machine alcove where they could have more privacy. 

“Is everything okay?” Sawyer’s mind raced. “Is it Kyra? Or…or more bad news about the hosp–” 

“Everything is fine,” he squeezed her hand in assurance. “I just wanted to ask if you were up for drinks tonight. I was going to head to Donahue’s after work. And since the weather has been warmer than usual, I thought we could sit in the beer garden and…talk,” he scanned her eyes for understanding.

It had been a week since the softball game. Since the kiss outside his apartment. Their talk had been put on the back burner as Sawyer prioritized making amends with Aurora and convincing Kyra to fight for her life. Neither of which had been going well.

With a cleansing breath, she gladly accepted. “A drink with you sounds amazing.”

A few hours later, Sawyer wandered into a packed Donahue’s. A cover band playing in the back corner drew an unusually large crowd. Still it was easy to spot Ethan sitting atop his favorite bar stool. 

But before she could make her way over, Sienna rushed to her side.

“Hi! I didn’t know you were coming tonight. Aurora said…well, it doesn't matter. We’re over here, c’mon,” she tugged Sawyer along.

Sliding into the booth, Sawyer greeted Aurora and Jackie. “Hey guys.”

“What’s up, nerd?” Jackie acknowledged before slamming down a shot of tequila. If Sawyer had to guess, she was already a few deep.

Aurora responded with a polite “hello,” but the tension felt like that of their intern year.

Sawyer pretended to take in the ambience hoping to catch Ethan’s eye. Finding his gaze, she frowned and offered an apologetic tilt of her head. 

“Sawyer, how’s Kyra? Have you talked with her some more?” Sienna called her attention back to the friend group.

From his corner of the bar, Ethan watched as Sawyer sighed heavily. The weary look on her face told him she’d had a hard week. He didn’t need to be an expert in observation to see she would rather be anywhere else.

“Ugh. This is too depressing. I want to dance. Who’s coming with me?” Jackie asked, almost stumbling out of the booth. 

“I’ll come,” Aurora quickly answered, eager to escape the awkward situation.

“Me too!” Sienna shouted. As Sawyer scooted to let her out of the booth, “You coming?”

“I need a drink first. Go on and have fun,” she jutted her chin toward the stage.

Ethan ordered another drink as Sawyer sidled up next to him.

"Hey," he greeted, taking his jacket off the stool he had saved.

Lacking her usual enthusiasm, Sawyer plopped onto the seat beside him. “Hi. Sorry about that. I didn’t know they were going to be here tonight.” 

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t know any of this…” he gestured around, “would be going on tonight.” 

Reggie set a drink down in front of Sawyer. “One special for the lovely lady.”

“Thank you.” She turned to Ethan. “And thank you too.”

“Here, Reg,” he said, handing a couple bills to the bartender. “For my tab.”

Sawyer threw Ethan a puzzled look. “Wait, you're leaving?”  

“We’re leaving. As soon as you finish your drink.”

Fifteen minutes later, after choreographing separate exits, they were driving away from Donahue’s.

“Uh, Ethan, we both live that direction,” Sawyer pointed. “Where are we going?” 

“We’re taking the long way home tonight,” Ethan answered, turning onto the freeway. “You need to get your mind off your roommates, Kyra, the hospital’s struggles…”

Remembering the advice he gave on her first day at Edenbrook, “So you’re saying I need an airlock.” 

“Something like that.”

Hands intertwined over the console, Ethan's touch melted Sawyer's burdens, bringing out her sweet and playful side. Like when she hijacked the radio. Ethan didn’t mind, finding it rather endearing how she quietly sang off-key. 

A little further out of the city, Sawyer opened the sunroof. She breathed in the cool, refreshing night air, dramatically savoring the moment. Resting her head on Ethan’s shoulder, she gazed up at the starry sky and enjoyed the spectacular show.

Ethan detoured for fast food at the last sign of neon. Sharing an order of fries and her favorite soda, they each plead their case for the last french fry. Sawyer finally agreed to share, taking a bite and then feeding Ethan the other piece. His lips gently kissed the salt from her fingertips.

They took the back road that would lead them to their final destination at the top of the mountain. Darkness enveloped the road on either side, leaving nothing but a stretch of asphalt to look at. Sawyer changed her view by shifting in her seat, draping her legs over the center console and resting her bare feet in Ethan's lap. The soft glow from the dashboard illuminated his handsome features, and she spent the rest of the drive unabashedly staring at his profile while he absentmindedly rubbed her feet. She offered a sweet smile each time he checked that she was still awake.  

The tires of Ethan’s Jaguar crunched on the gravel driveway leading up to Naveen’s cabin. Killing the headlights and putting the car in park, they admired the scenery through the windshield. The moon cast beautiful streaks of bright silver across the rippling water. 

“I can see why Naveen bought this place,” Sawyer was filled with awe. “It’s so peaceful up here.” 

“Let’s go dip our toes in the water,” Ethan said, shutting off the engine.

Meeting at the front of the car, Ethan wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s shoulders and walked her onto the boat dock. 

“What’s that saying? I want to dance barefoot under the light of the full moon,” she giggled, swirling away.

“I think you mean ‘dance naked,’” Ethan corrected.

“Well, if you insist,” she turned back with a flirtatious smirk.

“I walked right into that.” 

Toeing his shoes off, Ethan pulled out his phone and opened the music app. He chose a playlist of slow-tempo songs, then tucked his socks into his shoes and placed his phone in one of the heels. 

“May I have this dance?” 

Sawyer happily accepted his outstretched hand and the two started swaying in circles on the wooden platform. Lost in the moment, neither realized how close to the side they had wandered. 

“Ready for the big finale?” Ethan asked as the music reached a crescendo. 

As he playfully coiled then spun her out, Sawyer tripped over her own feet and lost her balance, unable to recover. Grip tight on her hand, gravity offered no favor as Ethan toppled into the water with her.

“Oh my gosh!” Sawyer gasped as she surfaced, feeling the sting of the chilly water.

Ethan’s voice was laced with concern as he reoriented himself. “Sawyer? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay.” 

Ethan swam toward her. With one hand he reached up and anchored himself to the dock. With the other, he pulled Sawyer safe against his body. 

They bobbed in the water, her arm around his neck and her legs hooked around his waist. The sparkling rivulets cascading down his face, the shine of her wet lips, and the moonlight reflecting in both their eyes put them in a momentary trance. A shivering breeze sweeping off the lake quickly broke the spell.

“Can you reach?” he nudged her forward.

With the help of Ethan’s hand pushing against her backside, Sawyer hauled herself up. Once she was safely on the dock, she extended a hand to Ethan.

“I’m good,” he grunted, pulling himself from the water. 

Sawyer unconsciously bit her bottom lip. The veins in his hands and arms bulged from the strain and his dripping wet t-shirt accentuated the outline of his toned physique.

Standing tall, Ethan pressed the excess water from his hair. Through the suddenly invisible fabric of Sawyer’s blouse, beaming headlights froze him in place just like a stunned deer.

“We, uh… we should get out of these clothes. There might be some towels in the deck box behind you,” Ethan managed, peeling his sticky tee up and over his head.

“Here,” Sawyer handed him a large beach towel.

Ethan held it out like a curtain, turning his head toward the lake. “You go ahead.”

Looking at him like he was ridiculous, “What are you doing?” 

“Trying to be a gentleman.”

“O-kay,” she laughed.

Sawyer rolled the uncomfortable wet denim down her legs, then unbuttoned and pried off her shirt.

Ethan bent his head slightly as Sawyer unclasped her bra. She let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. Looking up she caught Ethan's sidelong glance.

Looping her fingers into the sides of her thin lace panties, she pushed them down to her ankles. With a light kick, they landed on the heap of other soaked items.

Sawyer moved backwards into the towel and raised her arms slightly, letting Ethan know that she was ready for him to hand it to her. Ethan reached underneath, his warm breath brushing her ear as he handed over the corners.

Once the towel was securely wrapped around her body, she retrieved another from the deck box. Fanning it out, Sawyer offered the same shield of privacy.

Ethan unzipped his pants and pushed them to the ground with his underwear. Straightening up, he found Sawyer smiling wide, not caring a bit that she had been caught gawking. He reached for the towel with an amused shake of his head, but Sawyer took a teasing step backward keeping it just out of reach.  

She bit the corner of her mouth and raised an eyebrow, inviting him to play her game. 

Accepting the challenge, Ethan lunged forward. But Sawyer slipped away again just in time. Her carefree laughter accompanied the chirping crickets and lapping shore as she fled to the safety of the grassy yard. Sawyer goaded him to come closer, waving the towel like a red flag to a bull.

Unashamed of his nakedness, he faced her down. “C’mon, it’s cold out here,” Ethan chuckled at her antics. 

Sawyer’s eyes shifted from his rare toothy smile to his semi-erection. “You could’ve fooled me.” 

Taking advantage of her distraction, Ethan reached for her towel. “Fine. If you won’t give me mine, I’ll just have to borrow yours.”

As they playfully wrestled for control, Ethan weakened her defenses finding a ticklish spot on the back of her thigh. 

“Hahaha… E-Ethannn!... Nahaha… Okay, okay… I surrender!” 

With her leg hitched on Ethan’s hip, she was locked in his grasp. Grappling to free herself, Sawyer twisted his nipple. “Hey!” he flinched, folding inward to protect himself from another strike. Bearing most of her weight, the scales suddenly tipped to one side. Ethan stumbled forward, and for the second time that night, they fell over.

Sawyer’s butt hit the ground with a thump, her head cushioned by the thick blades of grass. Ethan landed on top of her, but quickly placed his hands on the ground to prevent his full weight from crushing her. Her light, airy laughter filled the air, erasing his worry and letting him know she was unharmed. Relieved, he couldn't help but join in.

The towel, now untucked, served as a blanket beneath her. Sawyer’s only cover was Ethan’s hovering body. 

Suddenly aware of the rapid rise and fall of her bare chest, his eyes met Sawyer’s with a sobering intensity. As if replaying a familiar memory, Sawyer reached up and touched his cheek. A second later, Ethan’s lips were crashing into hers. 

They licked each other's tongues, a quick taste before they hungrily devoured each other.

Now hard as a rock, he twitched against her leg. Sawyer responsively widened the gap to give Ethan room to lower himself down. 

His appetite far from satisfied, he sandwiched her tongue and bottom lip between his lips. Nibbling down her chin and throat, Ethan dipped his tongue into her jugular notch. Beads of lake water still present on her skin, she tasted like a dash of salt mixed with the faintest hint of something earthy. 

Ethan swirled around her breast, his tongue enjoying the smooth feel of her delicate skin. More eager with the other, he rapidly licked around the rim before taking a pleasurable bite.

Sawyer writhed beneath him, anticipating what would happen next.

Hungry for seconds, Ethan’s lips found hers again as he slid his hand between their bodies. His middle finger circled around her sweet spot while he watched how her body reacted. Sawyer lifted her hips when she was ready for more. Responding, Ethan slipped his finger into her entrance and pumped slowly. 

“I want to touch you, Ethan,” she whispered between kisses. 

Ethan rolled to the side giving her access, never stopping his ministrations. Sawyer wrapped her hand around his manhood and started stroking him up and down. 

Starved for so long, it didn’t take much effort for either to arrive at the brink. 

“Huh…huh…mhm,” Sawyer panted and moaned. “Oh god, Ethan. I-I’m close.” Her thumb circled around his tip as she mewled.

Ethan sucked in a breath, nearly coming undone. He gently pulled her hand away and folded it into his, then placed it at the side of her head as he rolled back on top of her.

“Sawyer, I’ve wanted this every day since the last. I-I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.” He maneuvered his other arm underneath her, cradling her close. “I want to feel inside you,” he searched her eyes for permission.

Sawyer wedged her free hand between their bodies. Ethan lifted his hips just enough that she could guide him in. He entered unhurriedly, resting his forehead on hers.

“Yes, Sawyer…I've missed you like this.” 

Remembering how she responded in the past, Ethan pulled out but not completely. Slowly he began to rock his tip back and forth at her entrance. 

“Ahh…huh, huh…ahhhhh,” Sawyer cried out sweetly.

On the verge, Ethan finally buried himself deep. Thrusting hard and fast, he set a steady rhythm. Holding his release for as long as he could, “Come with me.” 

“Kiss me,” she demanded urgently. 

Teetering on the edge, their tongues tangled once more.

“Mhmmm…oh, ohhhhhhhhhh," she clenched, taking him with her.

“Yesss…” 

And for the third time that evening, they fell over. 

Spent, Ethan rolled over on his back, pulling Sawyer onto his slick body. Leg draped across his waist, she laid her head on his chest. He picked pieces of grass from her still wet hair as they recovered.

“Sawyer, about that talk?” he felt her muscles tense.

“Please don’t say this was a mistake and can’t ever happen again.” 

The heartfelt concern in her voice made him feel guilty for what he had put her through.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” he shifted his position to look her in the eye. “But if I’m being honest, I still don’t know how we make this work.” 

Sawyer started to look away, but he cupped her face, turning it back toward him.

“Hey, I wasn’t done…I want to be with you. I don’t want to pretend that I don’t anymore.” Caressing her thigh, “So until we can figure this out, I thought we could just take it one day at a time.”

Overwhelmed with relief, Sawyer nodded. “I can live with that," she playfully poked his chest in warning, "…for now.”

Her demeanor serious again, she swept a stray curl from his forehead and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll find a way.”

Ethan kissed the inside of her wrist. “Let's grab our stuff and head inside.” 

Sitting up, Sawyer chuckled out loud. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Just that I told you your reset would only put us back at the starting line and that we'd still end up in the same place as before,” she allowed him to pull her to her feet. “You know…because we’re inevitable and all.”

With a kiss to her forehead, “You were right as usual. Another long way home...but we got there eventually.” 

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[peonierose]

Wildflower

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC)

Words: 4,000+

Rating: Teen. A few curse words.

Summary: Keiki who still struggles with trusting guys and entering a new relationship after Dylan broke her heart, meets someone new. Will she give Koa a chance or will she let her fear of getting hurt win and therefore miss out on a great connection with Koa?

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch Thank you for giving us the chance to write amazing stories. So my base is 1st base. My word is lipgloss (it will be in color) and my sentence is "I thought you might like (blank), so I brought you some."

Sidenote: Thank you to these wonderful ladies without whom my story would’ve never be finished @annieruok94 💚 @txemrn 💚@socalwriterbee 💚 Thanks so much 💚

Two months ago…

Keiki

I was standing in front of a big oval mirror, putting on some lip gloss. The tube says coral crush. It’s my favorite.

My best friend Alexis, or Lexi for short, and I got ready at her place for a college party at the boy's fraternity house.

It’s the last party to ring in the semester finals.

Apparently there’s going to be plenty of hot guys and

»You should let go and get a groove on«

Lexis' words, not mine.

I chose a black satin halter-neck dress with a soft flaring skirt. It ended at the knees. I paired my dress with my favorite heeled ankle boots with pearl studs.

Making me a bit taller than my 5‘5 feet.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this carefree and good. If my brother could see me now in my dress, I smiled.

Luna would just tell him to let me have fun, and he’d shake his head and yell ”Have fun, but please don’t get pregnant. I’m not ready to become an uncle yet.“

I love my brother, and now that we’ve repaired our relationship? He’s my rock. Any time I need advice, I can go to him.

I learned to trust him again and to forgave him, though we did come a long way to trusting each other once more.

It’s like Bryce said, ”Holding on to the past is painful. You should learn how to let go of the pain.“

I smiled at that. Because he’s right. Not that I’m going to tell him that. My brother's ego is already big enough, no need to inflate it even more.

I looked around Lexi's room for my little black and white striped purse. When I saw it, I took it and walked down the stairs, where Lexi was waiting for me.

”Looking good, Keiks.“ Lexi winks.

I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed, snorted at the end.

She grinned at me and grabbed her car keys. When we’re inside the car, I wanted to put on a Britney Spears song.

But her next words stopped me.

”No Britney Spears songs. Last time we rode in the car together, you and Luna were singing Britney songs all the damn time. Please, no more Britney.“

I gasped.

”Really? I thought you liked her songs?“

”I lied. I didn’t want to say anything. Because you were having so much fun. But after listening to so many of her songs, I’ve gotta say it’s a no for me.“

I shook my head and grinned as I put on Shake it off by Taylor Swift.

Alexis laughed.

”That’s a song I approve of. This is why we’re best friends.“

I shook my head laughing.

The soft, salty breeze wafted through our hair and through the open sunroof of Lexi’s purple Jeep.

I lifted my hands up in the air as Alexis and I sang along to Taylor Swift's song – Shake it off.

A short drive later, we arrived at the party.

Alexis put the Jeep in park, turned off the ignition, and we got out.

Once outside, I stared at this huge beige painted house that sat on a freshly manicured lawn, surrounded by palm trees and hibiscus bushes. Making the night smell like a flower garden.

Several cars are already parked outside. People are milling on the lawn, drinking and laughing, when we arrived.

Looks like there wasn’t enough space to fit everyone.

Alexis and I exchanged a look and then just shrugged as we walked towards the entrance and almost got run over by a group of girls in neon bikinis.

Lexi and jumped out of the way.

So, this is what mayhem in the form of a college party looks like.

”Damn. Not what I expected.“ Lexi whistled.

I grinned as we got inside and saw people dancing everywhere on a makeshift dance floor.

One guy tried to grab my ass a mere second ago. I pushed his hand away. What a jerk.

If I wanted to be touched, I don’t want it to be some drunk person. Who won’t even remember tonight and is just trying to score.

”Lexi! Keiki!“ A redhead squealed. It’s Maren. She’s super nice. We've all hung out before. She’s followed by Trina, Malia and Ailani.

”So glad you guys came. It would’ve been a snooze fest without you.“

She gave me and Lexi a hug and then dragged us deeper into the crowd.

Lexi points to the stage where they’re setting up a karaoke station.

”Oh my god. A karaoke station! I’ll go and sign us up.“

I sighed and can’t even get a word out.

Maren and the others grin.

”Looks like it’s going to be karaoke night later,“ she grinned at all of us.

Lexi came back, grinning widely. Not revealing what song she chose. Making my nerves flutter in anticipation.

When it’s time for us to sing, my knees shook a little because I’m really not into big crowds. I never was.

A mic turned on and a tall guy with long black hair grinned at all of us. His blue eyes sparkled with joy.

”Alright. Alright. Looks like we’ve got our first round of beautiful ladies ready to sing a song. So, what are you going to serenade us with?“

He grinned at Lexi who winked at him.

”Shoutout to my Ex by Little Mix,“ she said.

”We’re singing what?“ I whispered loudly next to Lexi.

”Just relax. It’s a good song. Try to have a good time.“

”Lexi, I’m serious. Of all the songs you could’ve picked…“ I spluttered.

”Trust me Keiks, you need this cathartic moment.“ Lexi grinned softly at me.

My friends gave me an encouraging smile and nod. And some of my nerves settled a little.

As the first tunes came on I needed a second to get into the song, but once I did, all nerves just fell away, and I actually enjoyed myself together with my friends.

Koa

Frat parties aren’t really my scene. I prefer smaller gatherings to large ones.

I came because friends of mine tried to get me out of my funk.

Not only that, but I’ve been tired and restless lately, so they begged me to come to this party.

As my best friend Keanu pointed out earlier this morning

»Dude. Get out of your house. Stop studying. And just let loose, you need to get laid man.«

Subtle as always.

I chuckled to myself. I’m glad I have him by my side. He always knows when to kick my ass and get me out of my bubble.

So, here I am. At a party that’s already in full swing.

I squeezed all my 6‘2 feet through the crowd. As I tried to find some space where I can actually move around and not get elbowed in the ribs all the damn time.

As I get further into the crowd, I can see there’s a stage where some girls are singing karaoke.

About to walk away, I noticed one of the girls singing.

That dress! Flowing like a river and hugging all the right places.

Her brown hair flings back and forth as she’s singing a song by Little Mix?

My sister loves that band, that's how I even know the song.

I keep walking up to the front, so I’m closer to the stage. To have an unobstructed view of the girl who’s singing.

»I swear you'll never bring me down«

»Shout out to my ex, you're really« quite the man«

»You made my heart break and that made me who I am«

»Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now«

»Well, I'm I'm all the way up«

»I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down«

The other girls are hugging each other as they sing what seem to be the last lines.

I don’t even notice the other girls. It’s as if they faded into the background.

Because I only have eyes for the brunette.

Who is she? And how come I haven’t seen her before on campus? Maybe because I live off-campus?

There’s something underneath that radiant smile of hers that is pulling me in.

Perhaps it’s the sadness with the last notes. It’s as if her brown eyes are saying, please don’t hurt my heart.

Because I can tell that this song means a lot more to her than to the other girls on stage.

I ask myself who hurt her like that? As if my heart pulls me closer to her only to say »You’re safe with me.«

Pulled out of my thoughts by my best friend's voice.

”So that was a good start. Thank you to Lexi, Keiki, Trina, Malia and Ailani for this wonderful performance. So, who’s up next?“ Keanu said, his brown eyes sparkled, and he pushed his black hair out of his face.

I grinned when I saw my best friend on stage.

He pointed to each girl on stage. Then he pointed to the girl I was looking at.

Keiki. The name rolled off my tongue. It’s a beautiful name and it fits her.

I smiles as I made my way through the crowd. I really needed to find an opportunity to ask her out. Even if it’s just to dance tonight. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t.

If life has taught me anything? It’s to take chances. Even if it doesn’t work out the way you wanted it to. At least you can say you gave it your all.

Keiki

I got off-stage, and I knew I look med like a sweaty mess. I'm so thirsty, I knew I would rather not touch the alcohol they had to offer. I’m in need of water.

”I’m going to get me some water. You want some?“

Lexi shook her head.

”I’m good.“

”Alright. I’ll be right back.“

I navigated myself through the crowd as I tried to locate the kitchen in this giant house. It’s more like a maze than a house.

Meanwhile, I moved around drunk people, which is a sport in and of itself.

When I got to the kitchen, I push med the white wooden door open. Thankfully, there’s no one in here.

When I shut the door to the kitchen, the noise of the party was a little muted. Which gave me time to catch my breath.

I’m about to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, when I heard the door opened again.

I turned around and did a double take when I saw the guy who walked in.

Cold air from the fridge blasted onto my face, as I’m holding on to the fridge door.

The water bottle I grabbed almost slipped out of my hands.

Where the hell did this guy come from? I haven’t seen him around. I had to look up, since he’s at least 6‘2 feet tall.

I swear, he looks like a real version of Ken.

Blond hair, bright sea green eyes, chiseled jaw.

He wore ripped jeans and a stark white shirt that stood out on his tan skin.

While I still stood there like an idiot. Unmoving. Mouth wide open and stared at him, like I’ve never seen a guy before, I try to mentally slap myself and to get out of my funk.

”Hi.“ He said as he walked closer.

Up close, his eyes looked as colorful as the green Severum fish. The rich green hue of the fish reminded me of this guy's eyes.

We’ve had a whole chapter on fish close to the end of the semester, so that’s why it’s so fresh in my mind.

”Hey.“ I waved nervously. Trying to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Can you say first awkward conversation? Get it together, Keiki. You’ve seen guys before.

But holy shit, none of them are like him.

”Did you try to escape the crowd too?“

I grinned, licking my lips.

”That obvious?“ I played with a strand of my hair. A nervous habit of mine. I’m usually not like one of those giggly girls, but for some reason he brings that out in me.

He walked over and reached around me to grab a water bottle from the still open fridge, his arm slightly brushed against my shoulder.

I got goosebumps all over my body, not just because of the cold air but because of skin on skin contact.

His cologne wafted towards me. Reminding me of the fresh and clean ocean.

He took a water bottle for himself and closed the fridge with a snap, making me pay attention to his next words.

”It’s not that. I wondered why a gorgeous girl like you would hide in here.“

I scoffed.

”I’m not hiding. I was getting some water for myself.“

”Sure.“

He nodded slowly and took a sip of his water.

Damn. Why does everything he does look sexy? Why can’t he be unattractive? It’d be easier not to like him.

He grinned as if he caught me staring at him. I blushed and looked away.

”I’m Koa by the way.“

”I’m Keiki.“

”Yeah, I saw you on stage. Great voice.“

”Oh…thank you. I was so nervous, but eventually, I had a lot of fun.“

I grinned at him, and he grinned back, two dimples showing in his cheeks.

Oh my god! I love dimples. I can’t stop looking at him. Feeling a magical pull.

But I tried to be careful, I didn’t want to fall for a pretty face. Only to get hurt again.

My spine stiffened and I leaned on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.

Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything about my posture changing.

The water bottle, half drunk, dangled from his fingertips.

”Do we have some classes together?“

He asked me and I thought back to my schedule. But I can't think of any classes I shared with Koa. I shook my head.

”I don’t think so. What’s your major?“ I asked.

”Marine biology.“

”Ah got it. That’s why our paths haven’t crossed. I’m studying to become a vet.“

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

”No way! Damn that’s cool. But it’s a lot right?“

I nodded and laughed.

”It’s okay. The first semester was tough. Although I’m actually ahead of my reading schedule. And its fun. My brother is a surgeon. Becoming a vet felt more like my calling.“

He smiled softly, and it transformed his whole face from a pretty boy to a gorgeous guy.

I’m left speechless for a few seconds.

I smiled slowly and Koa grinned back.

”Smart and beautiful. Dangerous combo.“

My smile faded.

”If you’re trying to score, try again.“

His grin fell.

Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have said that. As I’m trying to scramble for another reply, his next words hit me.

”I was serious. I don’t give out compliments if I don't mean them.“

I raised my eyebrows.

”I…wasn’t trying to insinuate anything. It’s just… I’ve…“

He moved closer, making me want to move away. But I’m not able to escape his eyes. Which are full of understanding.

”No need to explain. I get it. When you’re ready, you can tell me. I can wait.“

”When?“

”You didn’t think I’d not ask you out, did you?“

”I could’ve said no. I just met you.“

He grinned.

”Something tells me you���re far too curious not to at least see if you like me.“

”Hmm. You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?“

”I don’t think I’ve got you figured out at all. I don’t judge or assume something about others. I let time be the judge. People sometimes need time before they’re ready to share certain things, and that’s okay.“

A slow smile spread on my face, but I tried to tone it down.

”Let that smile spread. I’d love to see it.“

I grinned.

”There it is. You shouldn’t be scared to let others see it.“

My stomach took this moment to grumble loudly.

Koa laughed.

”Looks like someone is hungry.“

I turned beet red.

”Yeah. I…uh…forgot to eat earlier…“

He shook his head.

”We can’t have that. Let’s see what this kitchen has to offer. Unless the guys have eaten everything. Which wouldn’t surprise me.“

”Do you live here?“

”Would you judge me if I said yes?“

He turned his head and grinned at me.

”I wouldn’t. I was just curious.“ I said defensively.

”Relax. I’m just messing with you, Keiki. My best friend Keanu lives here. I live off-campus. I visit him from time to time here. But he usually hangs out at my place.“

”What about you?“

”I live off-campus too. I live with my brother and his fiancé.“

I took off my heels and hopped on the counter. My feet dangled in the air.

”Sounds good. And you save money by not having to pay for your own place.“

He opened the cupboards and got out a couple of bags and put them on the counter.

”Looks like I found our dinner. We have a fine selection of chips. Sour cream and onion, bacon. And salt and vinegar. And my personal favorite, Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn.“

I looked at him and when I saw the colorful bag, I almost sighed. It’s my favorite snack.

”You’re kidding? I love Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn. I always add…“

”…spicy cheese dip.“

We said at the same time and then laughed.

”Oh my god, I thought I was the only one who eats it this way. Can we check if there’s any?“

”Way ahead of you,“ he said.

He stepped closer to me until his jeans grazed against my bare legs. Making me shiver.

He handed me a jar of spicy cheese dip.

”God, I haven’t eaten this in a while.“ I sighed in bliss.

”I used to eat this so much my parents had to hide it from me.“

”My brother who eats his gross oatmeal tells me how Hurricane popcorn and spicy cheese dip is gross?“

I grinned as I dipped my popcorn into the cheese.

He stopped eating for a second to stare at me.

”You’re mocking oatmeal? Oatmeal is actually good for you.“

When I just stared at him.

”To each their own.“ He winked at me.

”Good answer.“

We kept eating popcorn until the whole bag is empty.

”Damn that was good.“ He said and I nodded. Licking my lips.

My lip gloss is completely gone by the time we’re finished.

His eyes wandered to my lips. And I felt my heart racing in my chest. My breath caught in my throat.

He moved closer until he’s only inches away from my lips. I can feel his breath on mine.

”You’ve got something right here…“

He wiped away some cheese dip from the corner of my mouth and licked it away.

”Thanks,“ my voice came out breathless.

”You’re welcome.“ His voice is deeper than before.

He brushed a strand of my hair and put it behind my left ear.

I don’t know who leaned in first, but I gripped him by his shirt collar to pull him closer to me.

He put his hands on my legs, leaning towards me.

At first, it was a feather-light touch of our lips.

His lips are soft and warm against mine. He tasted faintly of salt and cheese from the Hurricane popcorn.

I pushed my hand through his soft hair, pulling him closer.

As he let his hand wander to my neck. Cradling it. Deepening the kiss in turn.

We were both reaching for each other. Wanting more. I’ve never felt this way before.

Needing him like my next gulp of water.

We both break apart for what seems like hours.

We both breathed heavier and just tried to gather our thoughts.

When the silence stretched on for too long, he put both of his hands on my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my temple.

Feeling a warmth spread through my stomach. A sensation I haven’t encountered yet. It’s as if I’m coming home.

And that’s when the panic settled in.

As if he felt it, he put a finger on my still swollen lips.

”You don’t have to say anything.“

I kept staring at him.

”We’ll figure out what we feel when we’re ready.“

I nodded at him. Not able to utter a word about what just happened.

Suddenly, the door opened and both Koa and I jumped at the sound. Making me grip his bicep.

When I saw it’s Lexi, I breathed out.

I thought it might be a drunk person mistaking the kitchen for the bathroom.

I hopped off from the counter as Lexi came inside. She saw me and Koa still close together.

Me, still gripping his bicep, blushing furiously. I let my hand fall.

A big grin spread across Lexi’s face.

”Oops, looks like I’ve interrupted you guys.“

Koa and I stared everywhere, just not at each other. Too caught up in what happened mere seconds ago.

Alexis broke the silence.

”I’m Alexis. Keiki‘s best friend. We come as a package deal.“

Koa chuckled, totally caught off guard.

”Nice to meet you. I’m Koa.“

He winces. Lexi must’ve tightened her grip. I shook my head, not able to hide my grin.

”Just to tell you. If you hurt Keiki. I’ll hurt you where it really hurts,“ she smiled sweetly.

Koa coughed.

”Alright. But I think Keiki can take care of herself. She seems like a strong girl.“ He said with a strong sense of confidence.

Both Alexis and I raised our eyebrows. Alexis slowly grinned as she turns to me.

”I like him, Keiks. He’s not stupid. And he’s nice to look at. You’ve got that whole Ken vibe going.“

Koa turned to me, and I just shrugged, still not able to meet his gaze. So, I looked at a point over his shoulder.

”Hey, don’t look at me,“ I retorted. But then I gave in and looked at him.

He smiled and his aquamarine eyes danced with delight.

He’s about to leave, but then turned back and got out his phone.

”Mind if we swap phone numbers?“

Alexis put her arm around my shoulders.

”Of course she doesn’t mind.“ I elbowed her and she laughed.

”What she said. I don’t mind.“

I untangled myself from Alexis and Koa and I exchanged numbers.

He grinned and he’s out the door.

When he’s gone. I turned to Lexi and we both squealed and danced around.

When the door opens again, we turned around only to see Koa who grabbed his water bottle next to the fridge.

”Forgot this. Nice dance moves, by the way, Keiki.“ He winked at me.

Alexis and I pressed our lips together. When he’s gone again we sat down on the kitchen floor and I leaned my head on Lexi’s shoulder.

”Oh my god. See? I told you that you‘d meet a hot guy. You should listen to me more often.“

”Yeah. You were. I won’t make a habit out of telling you that you were right. Otherwise, your ego will get ginormous.“

Lexi laughed and pulled her knees closer together. I put my hand around her knees and she squeezed my hand.

”According to my sister and brother, my ego is already big enough. But thanks, I appreciate hearing I helped you out. And who knows, maybe you can thank me at your wedding for bringing you two together.“

I snorted.

”Let’s not jump ahead. Koa and I just met. I don’t want to plan so far ahead.“

She turned her head and looked at me as if she picked up on something in my voice.

”What’s wrong Kei? Are you scared?“

I put my hand against my stomach, leaned against the cupboard and hugged my knees.

Not wanting to admit that, the way Dylan ended our relationship over a text, still haunts me.

The pain lessened. But all the memories, kisses and hugs we shared? Yeah, it’s still there and sneaks up on me from time to time.

I try not to think too much about Dylan. I’ve moved on. Though, I’ve been hesitant to go out with anyone.

It’s been over two years since I moved to Honolulu with my brother and his fiancé, Luna.

I’ve gotten better, being surrounded by family. But every time I meet a guy I actually like? I get scared he’ll hurt me like Dylan did.

So, that’s why I’m so hesitant to let anyone in. However I want to try to be more open-minded to new relationships.

From what I’ve seen so far, Koa seems really nice. And his kisses are fantastic.

Alexis bumps my shoulder, making me come out of my thoughts.

”Look! Just try to get to know him. Koa is a nice guy. I’ve heard good things about him. And if there’s no connection, then you’ll find someone even better.“

”What would I do without you?“ I said.

Alexis winked at me as she got up and offered me her hand.

”You’d make bad fashion choices.“

I grabbed her hand and stood up.

”Excuse you? I have an excellent fashion sense. Thank you very much.“

She put her head to the side, and together we walked outside the kitchen and joined our friends.

Singing and dancing the night away.

Koa

I’m still in a daze over the kiss with Keiki. Damn, I’m screwed. It’s as if we were trying to brand each other with our kisses.

Not that I’m complaining. I will never forget the way she tasted. And I know I won’t be able to get her out of my mind.

Before walking out of the house, I looked around for my phone and then I cursed. I must’ve left it in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, a slow grin spread across my face.

I looked at the counter and saw my phone sitting next to the fridge. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Someone could’ve walked in and taken it.

Before I left the kitchen, a little coral orange tube caught my eye.

When I moved closer I could see it’s a tube of lip gloss. I turned the lip gloss around and the back said »Coral Crush«

I grinned and without having to guess, I know it belongs to Keiki. I put it into the back of my jeans pocket.

I’m going to give it back to her when we see each other next time.

Hoping against hope she’ll give me a chance to show her that whoever hurt her the way he did, I’m not him.

I walked out of the house with a lighter spring in my steps.

When I looked up I saw the stars glistened in the midnight sky, and the scent of the hibiscus bushes made me smile.

I’m damn happy to have met Keiki, I have this strange feeling that I’m in for a couple of surprises. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A week later

Keiki

”Keiks? There’s a package for you,“ my brother said when he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from my phone.

”Thanks.“

I took it from him and when I opened it a small letter fluttered out, together with a tube of lip gloss.

I smiled as I saw my favorite lip gloss on the table.

I took the letter and read it, just to see who got me my favorite lip gloss.

Because I looked everywhere, but I must’ve lost it at the party.

Keiki,

you lost your lip gloss at the party. But since it was almost empty, I thought you might like a new tube of Coral Crush, so I brought you some.

Koa

I finish reading the letter and smile to myself. He spells trouble. But never did I want to be more in trouble than with Koa.

[springfeverpitch]

⚾️ A Brand NEW Choices Event ⚾️

Do you hear that? The birds are sweetly singing a new song while the bees are bumbling to a buzzworthy bop. That can only mean one thing... LOVE IS IN THE AIR! 💋

This calls for a new Choices fandom event! From May 22-26th, we will be hosting Spring Fever Pitch, a creator event where we celebrate love and how our favorite characters express it physically to each other.

Because there are so many ways of expressing love through touch and so many different comfort levels amongst creators, we will be using the baseball euphemism of the four bases. Don't worry; you don't have to be a baseball fan to join in on the fun.

Here's how it works:

First...

You can be as sweet or as naughty as you want to be! Just think: this is your chance to write about your OTP's first date or their first romp to test their limits.

Next, you need a place! We have divided the locations into generalized categories per day.

Now, create! Write a story. Develop a headcanon. Share some artwork. Do what you do best, and most importantly, have fun doing it! ❤️

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Due to the sensitive nature of this event, trigger warnings and NSFW tagging must be used where appropriate. If you have any questions, Asks are open as well as our DMs!

Thank you for letting us open up this opportunity to the Choices family. We look forward to a fun and sexy event! ❤️

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@choicesmonthlychallenge @choicesflashfics

[twinkleallnight]

The First Kiss:

Book: TRR - My series Once upon a time AU

Pairings: Drake x Olivia

Word count:2340

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry. 

Rating: Teens

A/N 1: This one shot happens when the teenage prince and his friends are on a short holiday at Lythikos. 

A/N 2: Thanks @lizzybeth1986 for extending a helping hand as always. 

Prompt:  @springfeverpitch : first base fic for Dralivia ( swing, pillow, "can I kiss you?") 

Prompt 2 of @choicesflashfics in bold 

May fit in for National kissing day of @choicesjunechallenge @liaromancewriter  

Image courtesy

"I came first." 

"But I saw it first."

"I reached out for it first." 

"But I caught hold of it first." 

"I get to use it because I am a boy." 

"No, I get to use it because I am a Nevrakis."

The sentences were growing longer as was the argument. Savannah and Liam looked at each other, rolled their eyes, huffed a sigh in unison and sat down on a rock. This was not how they had planned their weekend at Lythikos but It was a routine for them to witness Drake and Olivia arguing over trivial issues. As kids, it would be cheese or jam on bread or the equal distribution of chocolates received from a generous visitor to the palace. Growing up, as teenagers it changed to, who gets the window seat on a drive or who gets which horse for a ride. At this moment, they were fighting for a piece of driftwood shaped like a sword that they found in the snow outside the Lythikan chateau. 

"You already have Zenobia!" Drake yelled. 

"Had! Max broke it." 

"Not my problem." Drake shrugged. 

Savannah snickered at the mention of Olivia's childhood toy sword. "Are they ever going to grow up?" 

Liam shook his head, "Someone needs to remind them that they are fifteen not five." 

"What if they never change?" 

"They will change when they realise their true feelings." He smiled. 

"You really think so?" 

Liam gave a wide grin. 

Savannah smiled back saying, "You know, you are…." 

" … a hopeless romantic." He completed her sentence. "I know."  

Thud! The sudden shift of sound cut their conversation short. 

Savannah panicked at the scene in front of her. "Oh, no,no,no. No!" 

Drake tried to snatch the wood from Olivia and one thing led to another. Soon, they were both wrestling.

Liam and Savannah jumped up. It was an unwritten agreement between the two that they wouldn't intervene unless the fight converted to physical form of infliction. And it was also pre-decided that Liam would manage Olivia while Savannah would catch and push Drake away. Olivia with all her Nevrakis might was impossible for Savannah to handle. Savannah found it easy with Drake. A simple tickling on his sides and his body would give way.

Savannah nodded, "Now!"  Liam leapt and  caught hold of Olivia by waist, pulling her away. As soon as Olivia's clutch loosened from Drake's neck, Savannah pushed Drake, butting her head into his muscular chest. Her fingers crawled upwards on his sides. 

Drake started squealing, "No, not again. Savvie! This is… aaaaa..unfair! Stop!" 

On the other end, Liam was trying to calm down a ferocious Olivia, but she was throwing her limbs in the air frantically. "Leave me!" 

Suddenly, a loud shriek made Olivia stop and turn. Savannah had fallen down and Drake had toppled over her. 

Liam released Olivia and they both rushed to her side. Drake untangled his leg and moved aside to find her yelping in pain. "I am sorry, Savvie, I didn't mean to. Here, let me.." He tried to lift her but her left leg seemed to be badly twisted. She screamed in pain. 

"What's wrong?" They all turned to look at Bastein who had rushed to them, after listening to the noise. 

"Bas,..." Savannah started crying, "I can't stand. I may not be able to walk." 

"Shhh! Let me have a look." He quickly hunched down and examined her leg. Savannah would not let him touch. She seemed to be in extreme pain. "Savannah dear, I think you have sprained your foot badly. Let me call for first aid. " 

Bastein made a few calls. In a matter of a few minutes, her leg was put in a temporary splint and a SUV was ready to take her to hospital. 

Drake tried to help Savannah but she raised her hand to stop him. "You have done enough damage," she wailed out. Liam took the hint and promptly came ahead to help. Drake quietly stepped aside feeling more guilt. 

Liam asked concerned, "Bas, can I go along with her to the hospital?" 

"If you insist." 

Liam's face lit up. " Yes, please." He swiftly climbed into the seat next to Savannah. He then gave a scornful look to his friends. "Try not to kill each other. Warriors of Lythikos." He taunted and moved his hand across Savannah's shoulder, protectively.  

Once the vehicle moved out of sight Olivia's  caretaker Ms Berkes, ushered her and Drake in for a warm drink. 

Drake sat slumped. 

"She didn't really mean it you know, right?" Olivia made a statement.

"Hmm. I am sorry." 

"What? What did you just say?" Olivia looked with her eyes wide as a pan.

Drake cleared his throat to repeat. "I said, " I am sorry." 

"Drake Walker is apologizing! I can't believe it!" She threw her hands up I the air. 

"Please. You have to let me make this right.” Had I not been stubborn, Savvie wouldn't have gotten hurt so badly." 

Olivia waved it off, "Stop blaming yourself for a little mishap. She should have been careful. She should have gauged whom she was tackling." Olivia got up to leave, "Anyways, it looks like it will snow soon. I am going to grab a book in the library." She announced and then mumbled on her way, " Lost that sword stick too! " She pouted her lips. Her hand started fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. 

Drake caught the way her hand grabbed the cloth, a sign that she was dejected over losing the sword. Now, he felt even worse. He couldn't make either of the ladies happy. Savannah was hurt badly and he couldn't be beside her for comfort. Thankfully, Liam was with her. Fine, so what if Savvie left, at least he could prove it to Olivia. She was still here. He looked out of the glass window. The storm hadn't set in yet. It looked like a faint drizzle. What if he quickly ran out and got that piece of wood for Olivia? 

He rushed out without giving it a second thought. A fresh layer of snow had covered the already white grounds. He scrambled through the rough terrain, ignoring his insufficient clothing for the harsh climate. He was unmindful of his bare hands without the gloves when he tried shifting snow to dig in a bit if it was where they left it. 

Finally he was successful. He started running back to the Chateau. The moment he entered, he heard Olivia calling out for him.

"Drake, Bastein called. There is a storm coming so they won't….." she stopped mid sentence when her eyes fell on Drake near the entrance. He was beaming as if he had won a trophy but what she saw was Drake in a disheveled state. 

"What on earth were you upto?" She said in a shocked tone.

"I found the sword. Here." He presented the piece of wood with a puffed up chest. He was sure she would be excited to see it. "For you." 

"Are you out of your mind?" She lashed out instead. He was confused. Did he do something wrong now? 

"It's snowing out there. The storm is setting in and you went out like this?" She pointed out his attire. "Where is your sweater? And where are the gloves?" 

All at once, realization hit him. The adrenaline rush had kept him going. He felt the shiver creeping up his body now. He was cold and numb. 

"Ms Berkes!" Olivia shouted. She closed the distance between them and held Drake who was now turning pale. Without waiting for her caretaker, she started dusting away the remnants of snow from his body. She pulled out the coat from the hanger stand  at the corner of the entrance and covered Drake's visibly shivering body. 

"Come here." She made him sit on the couch and started rubbing his hands. Ms Berkes came in the meantime and without any questions helped Drake. 

He kept looking between the two of them, dumbfounded. Whenever he tried to open his mouth to speak, Olivia would shut him. "Keep quiet. You need to conserve whatever energy is left in that weak body of yours." 

He decided to keep his mouth zipped if he had to survive under the Lythikan roof and that too in Olivia's presence. 

 Ms Berkes served him hot soup that made him comfortable. Soon he was fast asleep on the couch. Olivia arranged a pillow to tuck under Drake's head. She sat down with her cell phone, checking the weather updates. She couldn't complete her sentence earlier to tell Drake that Liam and Savannah won't be returning due to an alert from the Met department.  Ms Berkes took the excuse to place a call to the palace and update Bastein. 

Olivia took the cue and dialed Liam's number. 

"Good evening." 

"Good evening." 

"How's Savannah?" 

"She is good. Resting in the west wing under Bastein's watch. How are you?" 

"Good." She let out a sigh.

Liam chuckled. "Is Drake troubling you again?"

"Don't ask." 

"That bad, huh?" Liam snickered.

Olivia looked at Drake's sleeping form. He looked peaceful. "He went out just before the storm." She rolled her eyes. "Without a sweater!" She added. 

"What? How is he?" 

"Ms Berkes helped him warm up. He is alive." She wanted to kick him for causing all the trouble. 

"But why did he go out? It's unlike him to act so stupid." Liam questioned. 

"To get that wooden sword." 

"Seriously? That's crazy. He is still fighting over that piece when his sister.." 

Olivia interrupted, "for me." She said in a barely audible voice. 

"For?" Liam asked. Did he hear it right? 

She winced at the thought and the reaction Liam may give. "You heard it." She won't repeat it. 

A hearty laugh boomed through the earpiece of her phone. Olivia closed her eyes and covered them. She could dig in a hole in the earth just to hide herself, right now. This was so embarrassing. 

"I told you." He laughed again. " I always told you." 

"Whatever." She tried to take it casual. 

"No, you can't deny it. The guy is serious. He really likes you. All the fights and arguments he has with you, they are all just a facade to hide his feelings. Poor Drake." 

"Poor?" Olivia almost jumped. "I had to spend an hour to warm him up." 

"Oh really, and may I know how you did that?" Liam teased. 

"The medical first aid that all Lythikans learn as a baby." Olivia was not going to have a foot in mouth moment. She was not going to let him know that in the spur of the moment, she had hugged him to exchange her body heat to warm him up. That she had cuddled up till she was sure that he was fine. She shifted the focus. " I am tired after all the hard work. You take care. We will travel back to the palace tomorrow morning after weather clears." 

"Sure, you take care of yourself. Don't pick up fights with Drake. Trust me, he really likes you." 

"Good night, Li." She stressed on ending the conversation.  

"Good night Liv." She could hear the thrill in his voice.

She tapped on the red icon and callously slid the phone on the couch. Her gaze shifted to Drake. She got up from her place and scooted down near him. Drake. As she knew him. Or did she know him? The chubby face had changed so much in the past few years. But their fights had not. The cute little voice with which he adoringly called her 'Livy' had turned husky with a depth to it. But the affection in that voice had not changed. The boy had grown up into a lad who could manage many things. But not his silky hair. A smile danced on her lips. Her hand unknowingly went up to the few stray strands that had fallen over his eyes. Her fingers gently moved the chestnut hair aside and traveled over the contours of his chiseled face to stop near his lips. Her lips curled looking at his slightly open mouth. She lowered herself dangerously close to him, breathing the same air. Her lips had just brushed over his parted lips when….

"Olivia?" She heard Ms Berkes' soft whisper. 

She acted to be tucking the blanket around Drake and stood straight. 

"I think he is fine now. I will catch up some sleep. Good night, Ms Berkes." Olivia scurried away from the scene. 

She spent a sleepless night, tossing in the bed. Outside the skies were dealing with a storm and inside, Olivia was fighting her own inner storm. 

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Next morning. ...

The sky was clear and the wind pleasant  as was Olivia's mood. She had a skip in her step when she went out in the gardens. There was sometime before they got clearance for traveling to the palace. She sat on a swing but didn't swing. Only her thoughts were swinging and singing to her. 

She was so engrossed that she didn't notice Drake walking down and sitting on the neighboring swing.

"Good morning, Livy. " 

She was startled but quicly composed herself. "Good morning." 

She said curtly and turned her head in opposite direction. He was back to normal. There were no signs of any effect of storm on him. And there was no sign of any effect of last night's rendezvous.  She wasn't sure about the later. She just hoped there was none. 

He tried to initiate the conversation, "Thank you." 

"Thank you for what? Letting you survive another day." She smirked.

Drake gave a genuine smile, "For all you did yesterday for me." 

"You don't need to mention." Olivia looked away hiding the blush creeping on her neck. 

"I want to say one more thing." 

"What is it? " Her heart raced as she glanced at him.

"You left something with me last night. I wanted to give it back to you." 

She gave him a puzzled look.

"Can I kiss you?" 

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Ti Amo Molto

Ti Amo Molto

(I love you very much)

The Royal Romance

Liam Rys x Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP

Rating: E 🔞*Warning NSFW material,

Song Inspiration: Truly Madly Deeply

By Savage Garden

Words: ~1650, Not Beta'd, please excuse all errors.

A/N: My submission for Spring Fever Pitch

• Phrase/Sentence prompt:

“Look what you do to me.”

• Location: on a blanket under a fireworks show!

Duchy of Valtoria, Cordonia

“So, what do you think, Mrs. Rys?” Liam flashed a broad smile at his bride of two weeks, taking note of her delight at seeing the rolling hills next to the crystal blue water of the lake. Across the way, distant sounds of the Valtorian spring festival could be heard echoing between the mountains.

After spending the evening exploring the lush countryside of Duchy Valtoria on horseback, Liam and Riley dismounted from their horses onto the plush grasslands surrounding the lake.

“Oh Liam, this view.... is absolutely incredible!” Riley gushed, squeezing his hand.

Walking slowly, hand in hand, towards the shore, the beginning rumbles of the sound of fireworks echo across the water.

“The fireworks are starting soon! Let’s watch them from over there.” Riley spins to the right and points to a small hill.

“That is a perfect spot, love. Yet, I was thinking that since Bastien and Mara are following behind us, we should find a more private spot that is not in the open.”

“Good point, as always,” Riley smiles and shakes her head.

“I am still not used to being guarded at every moment.”

Smiling and chuckling at her expression, Liam draws her close, “I make it into a challenge to evade their ‘watch’ from time to time. There is a cove just past those trees.”

“I love how you think, your majesty,” standing up on her toes to place a sweet kiss on his lips, Riley sighs contentedly.

Lit by the glimmering red glow of fireworks, Liam wraps his arm around Riley’s shoulders as they enter the cove. Liam’s lips meet Riley’s in a tender kiss that is interrupted only by occasional bursts of light. A sweet breeze blows through the air as Riley's hair flutters in the gentle spring wind. Liam moves to stand behind her, sheltering her body from the chilly night air with his own. Riley reaches up to caress Liam’s face while he slips one hand down to cup his wife's firm round ass. The other hand is on her hip, pulling her close. Slowly, they move apart to face each other, stealing a glance at each other before returning their hands to their respective lovers' bodies again. They begin kissing passionately once more, slowly moving closer until their legs touch and then intertwine. Now as their hips grind against each other, their tongues dance against each other's mouths as their hands continue to explore each other. Finally, they break away from each other, gasping for breath as they collapse on top of each other, and then their lips once again lock in a heated kiss.

With a gentle push, Liam guides Riley down onto the soft blue blanket beneath their feet. Reaching for another blanket, he lays it over both of them, not sure if it was too cold, or not, for Riley to be out here under the stars.

Reaching around her waist his hand moved underneath her top and pulled her body close to his. As Riley puts her arms around Liam’s neck, pressing her body close to his. Resting his hand on her thigh and pulling her leg overtop his. Riley can feel his warm breath tickle her ear as he whispers, "I want you." Riley replies, “then take me."

Interrupted by the first few fireworks bursting in the sky above, Liam continues kissing Riley passionately once again, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as he is spurred on to keep up with the burst of light. Riley wraps her arms tightly in return, pressing herself against his body. As the display continues, they both feel the sparks of excitement building.

Riley places her hand on Liam’s chest and lays down on the blanket. She undoes the button on her jeans and begins moving the denim down her legs. Liam reaching down to remove them completely and pushed his leg between Riley's thighs, her wet center pressed against his skin. Kissing her neck, Riley moans softly as his hands run up and down her back. Moving her fingers through his hair, she urges Liam to go further as well. Burying his head between her breasts, he squeezes and pays attention to her taut buds. Riley runs her hands down his strong biceps, down lower to his bulge, eliciting a moan from Liam. As Liam kicks off his pants, he notes that her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Riley sighs quietly as he slips his finger through the band of her underwear, slowly peeling them down and revealing her naked form. His hands wander over her slender waist and hips as he kisses her passionately once again. His hands slipping underneath to caress her bare bottom. The two of them groan in unison as Liam presses his hardness against her, feeling her wetness surrounding him. He moans into her ear as he rubs his shaft against her, stroking her gently as his fingers graze over her smooth mound.

"I want you.” Liam whispers. "I need you."

Riley responds by pushing her hand down, grasping his throbbing member and squeezing. Both moaning loudly, unable to hold back as they give in to their desires. Riley grunts as he squeezes her breast, his thumb rubbing circles around her hard nipple. She reaches down, grabbing his erection and guides him towards her tight warmth.

"I want you too," Riley moans. "Now.”

The two of you cry out in unison as your bodies press together, your arms wrapping around each other as his hips thrust into her. Liam can feel the heat of her slick walls gripping him, sliding along his length as he plunges deeper and deeper inside her. He groans loudly as he leans his head against hers, sharing a passionate kiss. The two of them move together in perfect harmony, her hips grinding against his, her breasts pressed against his chest. Riley gasps as he rocks her hips, moving in and out of her, his thrusts becoming more and more urgent as Riley feels herself nearing orgasm. Her moans turn into cries as he pulls her lips against his, his tongue intertwining with hers as the sounds of fireworks explode above you, sending a shower of sparks raining down. A few seconds later, another one bursts overhead as Riley gasps and clings desperately to her husband, moaning loudly as she feels her climax approaching. He grinds his hips against hers, feeling his own release coming closer and closer.

Riley bites her lip as she watches the fireworks explode overhead, their lights bathing the night in a dazzling array of colors. Riley's cries grow louder and louder as she reaches her peak. It does not take long for Liam to follow as the last of the fireworks explodes into the sky, he collapses against her body.

Liam kisses her forehead tenderly, moaning softly, as he pulls himself away and turns to lay down beside her. He smiles widely as he leans forward, reaching out to rest his hand on her cheek.

"Guardo cosa mi fai, ti amo molto!"

(Look what you do to me, I love you so much!)

Riley’s heart swells with love as she smiles back at him, reaching out to embrace his cheek.

"Amore mia, tu sei il mia tutto, ti amo cosi tanto!"

(My love, you are my everything, I love you so much!)

Kissing her deeply, his hands moved onto her waist to hold her close. After a moment, Liam pulls away, gazing into her eyes and smiling broadly.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Liam. It has been an amazing night."

“Anything for you, my love!”

Turning to gaze out over the lake, the bright glow of the fireworks is still bursting into the air, illuminating the night with their brilliant light. Liam and Riley watch the display together until the show is finally over. Slowly but surely, the night returns to normal.

Riley turns to look at Liam, as he gives her a sly grin.

"That was truly extraordinary. "

Riley laughs and gives him a playful smack on the arm.

"I think so too, your Majesty. We should do this again, soon.”

"Cheeky as always, my love."

"Just wait,” he smirks. "Until we get home."

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[txemrn]

Book: Open Heart (pre-series)

Word Count: ~1466

Warning: fairly fluffy with tiny, tiny sprinkles of angst

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch. I have chosen first base. I hope y'all enjoy!

A/N 2: This is somewhat of a follow-up to the ficlet Only a Kiss. You do not have to read one to understand the other. Some characters and plot belong to our friends at Pixelberry. This was not beta'd; please excuse my errors.

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"Why are you being so quiet?"

With her elbow on the table, Tatum sighs, her cheek resting in her palm. She glances up slowly, meeting Ethan's crystalline stare. "It's a library," she becomes expressionless, looking back at her books. "Besides… I'm trying to study–"

"You're acting weird."

She scoffs, a subtle blush crawling onto her cheeks. "I am not."

Ethan chuckles, biting his bottom lip. His attention flickers aimless to the bookstacks as he leans his chair back, drumming his fingers on the edge of the desk. "You're… a liar."

Tatum drops her pen. "Excuse me?" She glowers. "I am not."

"Yes, you are, Erikson, and…" He furrows his brows, "I want to know why you're being so quiet. With me."

"Maybe," she closes her books, "I don't have anything to say to you, Ramsey."

He exhales heavily. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," Tatum lets the words nonchalantly fall off her lips as she stands, packing up her bag. "I–I just… I mean, I need to–"

"We kissed," Ethan interrupts as Tatum's navy blue glare grows wild, scanning the library to ensure no one was listening. He lowers his voice. "We kissed, and… now you won't talk to me, and–"

"Ethan," Tatum shakes her head, pulling her satchel across her body and turning to leave. "I came to study with you. We have a big pharm check-off tomorrow, and–"

"You know what I think?" He grabs her arm, stopping her exit. 

She sighs, slumping her shoulders. "Fine. What do you think–?"

"You liked it."

Tatum snickers sardonically, crossing her arms. "You're so full of–"

"I felt it." Ethan gently steps forward, cautiously tucking a blonde wisp of hair behind Tatum's ear. With a humorless chuckle, he locks his glare with hers. "I–I don't know what it is… but Tate, I… I can't stop thinking about–"

"Enough." Tatum puts her hands up, backing away. "It was just a kiss, Ramsey." Watching a twinge of pain flash across his face, she quickly twirls on her heel and walks away.

"You're nervous." Tatum pauses at Ethan's words, keeping her back to him. "You're nervous because… I think you felt it, too."

She sighs heavily, refusing to look at him as she disappears amongst the shelves.

Ethan and Tatum had quickly become close friends since starting medical school a couple of months ago. They met briefly during orientation, and then again when they were assigned to the same lab group. 

Normally quiet and reserved, Ethan found himself gravitating towards the friendly blonde. She wasn't just a pretty face; conversations with her were stimulating and hilarious. She was smart, someone who rivaled his own intelligence, but indulged in being goofy. 

But for him, it was never a crush. Until it was.

After performing poorly on an assessment exam, Tatum insisted on helping Ethan practice for his make-up practicum. Somewhere amongst the laughing and innocent touching, their lips met tenderly. The room around them suddenly incinerated, the crackles of desire palpable between their bodies. But just as soon as the kiss started, it was over, and the two colleagues were left wide-eyed, staring at one another in complete shock. Breathless. And both were unable to admit they were hungry for more.

Tatum plunges herself deep into the library stacks. The brush of an ache pains her chest, her heartbeat erratic and uneasy. The look on Ethan's face… She glances over her shoulder, making sure he wasn't following her before nose-diving into a corner to hide. She grabs a book, pretending to read it as she nips at her nails. Although she turns the pages, she carefully peeps through the spaces between books to see if she can see him. 

Truth is Tatum has been thinking about that kiss since it happened seventeen hours and fifty-two minutes ago. It was unexpected, and confusing, but hot and… dreamy. Just like in the movies. She loves hanging out with Ethan; he was a little rash at first, but she saw right through his attitude. He is witty, and actually quite empathic, not to mention he is pretty cute. He is the first guy in a long time that treated her with respect, who valued her opinion and intellect, someone who gave her credit because she's an equal–not just a woman.

But then they kissed. Kissed. Doesn't that change things? Tatum is happy the way things were–are; she loves being his friend. She loves sparring with him about grades and sharing snacks. She loves talking to him about, well, anything; and, they even started texting one another (but only after 9, when it's free).

She loves it when he laughs–shoot, when he actually smiles, he really can light up her whole day. Her favorite part is when he gets really tickled: his cheeks burn red, making his eyes blaze brilliantly sky blue as he scrunches up his freckled nose. All of those pearly whites show and…

Tatum's eyebrows lift high on her forehead as she paralyzes with panic. Oh my God. She snaps the book in her hand closed as she sits up straight. The corner of her lips begins to curl as her eyes dart aimlessly around the aisle.

How long has she had a crush on Ethan Ramsey?

Tatum hangs her head in her hands, coaching herself on how to breathe again. She can't like Ethan; he's her friend. Actually, he's one of her very best friends here at school. Maybe she's just confusing his kindness as something else.

But then he said… he said, 'he felt it, too.'

What did he feel? Is it why she couldn't sleep last night? Is it why a surge of adrenaline pulses through her nerves when she hears his voice, hears his name?

Is this why she's now being quiet around him?

Ethan is good. He's a good guy, a good person who is meant to do so many good things… and he has damn good hair. 

To Tatum, is he too good for someone like her?

Standing up, she drops the book onto the reshelving cart before moseying back to the student study area. The slow creep of crimson swirls up her neck when she sees Ethan, still sitting at the desk.

And he sees her. He stands, pushing his chair in before sauntering closer. But she holds her hands up, motioning for him to slow down. They stare at each other, their mouths teasing with honest smiles they try to conceal.

"Ethan, I–" Tatum crosses her arms, hugging her herself tightly. "I'm not nervous." He wrinkles his brows, but freezes when he notices the pools collecting in her glassy eyes. "I'm terrified."  

A crooked smile forms on his face as he nods in understanding. He casually steps closer, first putting his large hands on her shoulders before pulling her into his chest for a hug. "Talk to me, Erikson."

She snorts, wiping at her tears. "You've become… my best friend here. And I don't want anything to happen to us–"

"Tatum… you mean…" Ethan stops himself suddenly, his mouth curving in embarrassment. "--I mean, your friendship means a lot to me. And I don't see anything changing that."

"Promise?" Tatum whispers, a smile blossoming on her mouth. Ethan nods as he tries to stifle a toothy grin. She exhales heavily, "Okay. I just… I don't want a mistake we made–"

"Whoa," he smirks. "I wasn't aware we made a mistake."  Tatum playfully glares at him before he continues. "Do you think… the kiss… it was a–?"  

She cuts him off, shaking her head. She sucks in her lips, tucking her thumbs into her pockets.

"Okay, good," Ethan glances at her lips before staring back into her eyes. "--because I want to do it again... If that's alright with you."

Tatum stills, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her cheeks paint with warmth as her eyes become enchanted with Ethan's full lips. Feeling the heat in the air, his breath tickling her nose, her eyes flicker shut as Ethan leans in, gently brushing his lips with hers.

"Are… we still friends?" He whispers, his nose softly tracing the tip of hers. She playfully snickers as he kisses her again: this time, the touch is longer, their mouths fitting together like a puzzle piece, innocent, but starved. 

Ethan pulls away, his voice deepening into a gravel. "How about now?"

Tatum jokingly shoves him away, both of them giving into fits of giddy laughter. She stares at her feet, bouncing her toe nervously. Noticing their giggles falling silent, she takes a peek, glancing back up at Ethan. 

And instantly, she is enraptured with the cool fire in his eyes, her heart squirming with a million butterflies, the flutters tickling her sides with unspeakable joy.

"Okay," she licks her lips, "maybe… just… one more time. Y'know? Since we're friends."

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Paint the Night (Colourblind)

Choices Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam Dalton (m!LI) x Marie Castro (MC)

Rating/Warning: Fluff

Summary: After a two week business trip that took Sam away from his family, Sam and Marie enjoy their night together at the family's hideaway.

Base in Play: 1st

Word Count: 1183

Song Inspiration: Colourblind by Ed Sheeran

A/N: Sam deserves some tender moments and I hope this gives him just that. His character can be dirty and also sweet, so this is exploring that sweetness that is Sam Dalton.

A/N 2: This short fic is part of Spring Fever Pitch and will be posted as the first fic to the Songs about You collection.

Characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry

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The crackle of yellows and orange from the flames that roared in the fire pit danced in her eyes. She could hear the beating of Sam’s heart with her ear pressed against his chest. A gentle breeze swept through causing her to press herself closer to the warmth of his body.

They were lounging on the outdoor furniture that she had picked out for their backyard deck, overlooking the lake. Marie had made her way up here a day or two after Sam left for a business trip that would last him two weeks as he traveled for meetings in multiple cities.

The stress and tension melted away within hours of arriving to their family hideaway. Marie hiked her bare leg a touch higher around his waist as Sam fingertips drew circles on the exposed skin, his hunter green t-shirt that she liked to steal hanging off her shoulder. His deep inhale then exhale brought a content soft smile to settled on her face.

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt like the weight of the world was not hanging on his shoulders. He felt — free. No clashing of bright colors fighting for ones attention, trying to drawing you in. No sirens blaring down the streets, or the horns of cars blaring out or the sounds of footsteps hitting the concert jungle, telling you the city was alive. 

Here, right at this moment it was soft ripples of the water, their steady breathing and his heartbeat that felt like it would burst because it finally felt complete. Sam looked down, the dark waves of Marie’s hair, highlighting its different shades as the moonlight cascades down on them until it disappears out into the darkness of the lake and woods.

Once he set foot into the home in the city, he wasted no time in getting out of there. He needed his wife in his arms. The way she connected everything that was missing in his life, was something he could never thank her enough for. So he started with this home, it continued to fill with a vibrance that only Marie and their boys could color.

Leaning down, he brought his lips down to the top of her head and pressed a kiss. A gentle kiss that made Marie look up at him, her eyes locking with his. Not a word being spoken between them, no words could ever truly express how she completed his and their boys lives.

Words were not enough. Sam needed to live in the moment, what he felt radiated from his body to the soft touches on her skin. Deep down he hoped that would be enough right now.

“Sam.” Marie whispers, her gaze looking up at him through her lashes.

No, no words yet. 

He pulled her up closer, his stare never leaving hers. Drawing every inch of Marie’s features to memory before his lips brushed against hers, a tease then the soft pressure of his lips on hers.

Reaching up Marie’s hand gripped at the nape of his neck, wanting more then the tenderness of their kiss. 

Bursts of colors exploded behind Sam's closed eyes, as their mouths moved against each other, tenderly. It needed to be soft, the fire of desire that always burned between them was being kept at bay. 

It had no place here. Not here, not now.

Marie pulled back, breaking their kiss. She could still feel the touch of his lips on hers, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip. “Maybe I should come hide out here more often.” She softly laughs. “I’m rather enjoying this Sam.” 

This Sam was carefree, no frown lines, the intensity of his stare that he needed for business had turned to adoration, one she hadn’t seen in some time. This Sam was the opposite of the dominating man that made her quiver at the dark intensity of his gray eyes when they stepped into that club. 

This one bright and the other dark. She loved both.

Sam lets out a grunt. “Don’t even think it. I miss you too much for that already.” Brushing his knuckles against her flushed cheeks. “Or you may have a point, I did enjoying this, my wife greeting me at the door in only my shirt and then cooking and dancing barefoot in our kitchen. I could die a happy man.”

“Don’t even think of leaving me, us, Sam Dalton.” Marie says.

He chuckles at the pout she gives him. A push of her hands against his chest, letting her untangle herself from him to get up and walk away, just to stop a few feet away from him. 

Watching as Marie wraps her arms around her waist, he sits up his bare feet touching the cool wooden deck. 

Sam makes quick soft steps stoping when the front of his body is pressing against Marie’s back. Covering her arms with his, pulling her back into him. “I would never.” His words whisper against her ear. “But we don’t know what tomorrow holds, if I were to leave this world, I would know that I was loved and that I loved completely.”

A shiver spreads through her, unsure if it was Sam’s words, the loss of the heat from the flames or the thought of not having Sam in her life. There was an emptiness that wanted to take over this sweet tender moment but Marie quickly shook those thought away, they had time and she was going to make sure that the four of them, five soon, would live and color this world with everything that they were.

Letting her head fall back onto him, the two of them begin to sway to the music they could only hear. 

A deep, desired filled tone peppered her skin…threatening to fulfill its promise. “You know I could always make you get on your knees and crawl, if that is the Sam you prefer.” Sam’s lips press against her ear as he murmurs.

He trails kisses down her neck and across the soft tanned skin of her shoulder. Unwrapping Marie’s hand from herself, he takes his hand in hers and spins her out. Her eyes light up as she laughs without restraint

“As much as I love that Sam, that Sam is painted red and along with it, its many darker shades. This, this right here is a blank canvas that we could color any way we want and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

She settled back to the place she fit perfectly. Sam pressed his hand on her lower back, closing any space between their bodies. Marie’s hand laced into the hand that held hers, curled in and resting between them. Sam was falling deeper into the dark depths of her eyes with the promise of a kaleidoscope of color that they had here waiting for them in their hideaway.

She smiled up at him and that was all Sam needed to crash his lips to hers, the sweetness of her taste clouding everything around them. 

The first stroke of color painting the white canvas, started that night. 

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event tag: @springfeverpitch

[crazypossumman]

One of my least favorite things about myself is that I hyperfixate hard and fast. I burn out my fascination with something over the course of like a month and a half and then go through a depressive episode because I have nothing to live for. And then I snap out of it, am normal for about two weeks, and then inevitably find a new hyperfixation (or revamp the same one).

[gingerbloof]

red (astarion x fem fighter!tav)

contents: light smut, fingering, tav getting injured, blood, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of other companions (Halsin, Shadowheart, Lae'zel, Gale), bathing/skinny dipping in a hot spring Astarion being an absolute sweetheart, use of safe word (hard stop), non-sexual intimacy

author's note: gahhh finally i got this request finished! this is a anon request from my smut prompt list (which you can find in my masterlist!) it's more fluff/hurt/comfort than smut, because i wanted to change it up a bit since its been rather smutty on my blog thus far, but regardless, i hope you all enjoy! (image taken from @dailyastarionpics) word count: 3,821

It was yet another excruciating day of traveling Faerun, and unfortunately with no leads on curing your ceremorphosis. You and your party drudged their feet sluggishly back into camp, wishing for nothing but the sweet release of sleep. Even though the sun was already starting to peak over the horizon and morning dew started to bead on each blade of grass your tired feet landed on.

Karlach, half asleep already, started the pointless fire as Shadowheart went around to heal everyone. Once she made your way to you, her eyes widened. She brushed silver bangs off her face so she could look at you clearly. Her face grew with worry as she spoke.

“Tav… How did that happen?” She asked, pointing to your ribs. Your face scrunched up in confusion as you looked down at yourself. You then see a horrific wound that wrapped from the front side of your ribcage that wrapped around to your back. You stare at it wearily,  blood dripping down your skin and mixing with the dirt under your feet.

You suddenly grew pale as you felt the adrenaline from your last battle start to wear off. You tried your best to keep your composure. Years as a fighter taught you that there was no use in submitting to any wounds you may have gotten from battle. Lae’zel admired that about you, which is why it surprised you when she looked over from her tent and raised her eyebrows in surprise and rush over to you.

“Tsk’va! Tav what the hells happened?!” She asked, a very rare worried tone in her voice.

You let out a sound between a chuckle and a scoff. “It’s just a… scratch,” The last word was soft and breathy, then you felt your body begin to sway, and your surroundings blur, until darkness clouded over you. The last thing you heard was your beloved fanged partner shout “Darling!” before you submitted to the pitch blackness of unconsciousness.

***

You woke up with a groan, pain shooting through your side. You open your eyes slowly, the world slowly coming back into focus. You were snug in your bedroll, shirtless, and caked in sweat. The injury you got must’ve infected you at some point and gave you a fever, which was now thankfully breaking.

You looked down at your injury and saw that it was quickly healing, probably thanks to the help of both Halsin and Shadowheart. Careful stitches held your broken flesh together, which you knew was thanks to Astarion, whom you barely noticed was right next to you reading a book. You started to sit up as he snapped his book shut and shifted so he was on his side facing you. 

“Easy, darling!” He said concerningly, laying you back down slowly. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes as you allowed him to lay you back down. “You’re still in a bit of bad shape, no sudden movement, alright?” He said soothingly, running his slender pale fingers through your hair and laying a kiss on your forehead.

You sighed softly with a bit of frustration, leaning into his kiss. “I’m fine, my love…” You said, your voice low and gruff. “‘Tis but a flesh wound, I promise.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “‘My love, I don’t believe a ‘flesh wound’ would cause you to collapse from blood loss and get… twelve stitches,” He said, glancing briefly at your injury and counting them quickly. “We also had to pull a rather big chunk of metal out of your side…” You sigh again and carefully cross your arms over your chest, pouting at him. “I’ve had a lot worse, you know,” You said in a snarky tone, pointing to the big gash in your face that you had gotten years ago.

He gasped and placed his hand over his chest in a sarcastic manner. “Oh, I’m so sorry! It seems I have forgotten that such a strong bodied fighter such as yourself doesn’t need any comfort,” He said cheekily, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk as your face flushed bright red.

“I-I didn’t say that!” You pouted even more, turning your head away from him. Regardless of your strong outer shell, he always brought out your very well hidden soft interior. He was the only one who could do it, and knowing that inflated his already massive ego.

He laughed heartily at your reaction, gently taking your chin in his cold hand and turning your head back around to face him. “You are utterly adorable,” He cooed, giving you a quick smooch on the lips. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up, darling. No offense, my love, but you smell like death.”

You frown and sniff yourself briefly, the smell of stale blood and sweat assaulting your nostrils. How embarrassing… You nodded, and he very carefully helped you up. He pulled off his own nightshirt for you to wear, and linked your arm with his so you didn’t stumble.

As you exit your tent, the assaulting rays of the afternoon sun almost blind you. You squint in the light and use your hand to shield your eyes as Shadowheart and Halsin quickly rush over to you both, relief washing over their faces.

“Tav! You’re awake, thank Selune!” Shadowheart beamed, cupping your face gently. You smile warmly at her and chuckle. As your best friend, other than Astarion of course, Shadowheart was always giving you sweet friendly touches. You adored having someone like her around.

Halsin was next to speak, his large frame thankfully shielding the sun from your still very tired eyes. “Thank the Oak Father… We were worried your injuries were far too grave for us to heal alone. Good to see we were wrong,” He smiled warmly at you. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged as you leaned against Astarion a bit more. “I’m okay, it just hurts a bit. We’re going to the river to clean up quickly,” You respond, reassuring them that you were fine. “Of course if she’s alright enough to do so,” Astarion chimed in, lifting your shirt enough for the healers to take a look at it.

Shadowheart hummed and reached her hand out, chanting a soft “Te curo” as a soft blue light wrapped around your injury. This eased the pain quite a bit, and from the looks of it, her simple healing word seemed to have closed the gash up just a bit more. A sigh of relief left your lips as you said a silent thank you to her.

 “I think she will be fine, but I do recommend going to the hot spring, the warmth of the water and the healing properties of nature should make her feel good as new,” Halsin said. Astarion smiled at both of them. “Thank you, we shall take our leave for now, then,”

As you both turn to head towards the spring, Halsin spoke out to you once again. “Would you two mind if I joined?” A small but sweet smirk on his face. Both you and Astarion chuckled. You had both indulged yourselves with Halsin before, so it was always on the table when the time seemed right. Astarion looked to you to silently ask if that was alright, and you shook your head. You just wanted him right now…

Astarion replied on your behalf. “Mmm, tempting, but not tonight, druid. I hope you can understand.” Halsin nodded, fully understanding. “Of course. Enjoy yourselves, both of you.”

After walking for a few meters you found the spring. Neither of you have seen it before, so you both took a moment to soak up the view. There was a beautiful waterfall in the distance that led to the river, and mountains could be seen just beyond it. Moss covered rocks were placed conveniently around the steaming body of water, perfect to sit on to dip your feet in, and the trees hung low enough to lightly diminish the harsh ways of the afternoon sun from your view.

You smiled and sighed softly at the view. It was breathtaking. Astarion, however, was entranced by a different view. You.

You felt his eyes upon you and looked over to him, your eyes immediately locking with his. You tried to play it cool, looking back at the spring before you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked softly. He stepped closer to you, gently placing his hand on your hip and carefully pulling you closer, minding your wound. “Not as beautiful as you, my love,” He purred softly, placing a kiss on your forehead. You flush deeply, and not just from the steam of the spring.

You both stay there for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. He sighed a contentful sigh as he pulled away from you briefly. “Come now, my love. Let’s get you all cleaned up,” He smiled. You nodded and started removing his shirt from yourself, but he quickly stopped you, taking your hands for a brief moment. “Let me, my dear,” He gently lifted the shirt off of you, careful not to let you lift your arms up too far. The shirt pulled off of you, revealing your bruised and injured body. Crusted up blood flaked over your skin, but regardless Astarion still looked at you like you were the most beautiful being in all the Relms.

Your small clothes came next. He slowly slipped them down around your ankles leaving you bare. Astarion soon followed suit, yanking down his pants and slowly stepping into the warm water. He reached his hand out to you and you took it, following him into the water.

You sigh in relief, the warmth of the water immediately relaxing your tired muscles. You stepped further into the pool, sinking down until the water was just above your breasts. Astarion went back over to the rock he left his trousers on and pulled out a bar of soap, which you hardly even noticed he grabbed. You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Let me guess… Stolen?” You jabbed, crossing your arms lightly. Astarion half shrugged nonchalantly. “Only from Gale,” He responded with a chuckle. You roll your eyes and shake your head playfully. You weren’t surprised, he always took the opportunity to take anything important as he saw fit, especially if it was from Gale. He made his way back over to you, getting the bar of soap wet and lathering it in his hands. “Turn around, my love,” He said softly, taking your shoulders and spinning you in the water gently so your back was to him.

You comply and briefly dip yourself further into the water to wet the rest of your body. As you stood back up he placed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck and started his work. He scrubbed away the grime and flaked blood off the backs of your shoulders. You hum happily, wrapping your arm around to gently wrap your fingers around his beautiful silver locks. He wrapped his arms carefully around you, pulling you further into him. He placed soft kisses along the shell of your ear as the lather made its way to your chest and torso.

He continued to clean you innocently and sweetly for a few more moments until he turned you around. The way the suds of the soap encompassed your breasts and the golden rays of the sun making your wet skin glow flipped a switch inside of him. You were the most ethereal thing he had ever gazed upon.

You were entranced with him too. The sunlight bounced off of his beautiful pale skin, and he almost appeared to shimmer in it. His ruby eyes glinted as he looked at you, nothing but love and devotion filling them. 

“You know…” He started softly, tracing the backs of his knuckles down your arm, gazing down your figure. “I can think of some other ways to relieve some tension, darling,” His voice was a hungry purr now, honeyed words floating sweetly into your ears like a soft lullaby. You nibbled your bottom lip as you watched his movements as his hand creeped down to the front of your thigh. Once again, you tried playing it cool, despite the ever growing heat in your core. “W-What do you mean?” You asked softly.

A low chuckle left his lips. “Don’t be coy, darling. You know exactly what I mean,” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as his fingertips gently grazed across your folds, making your breath hitch in your throat. “What’s the matter, my sweet? Cat got your tongue?” He hooked his index finger to part your folds and catch against your clit, brushing against it gently.

You grabbed his hand in an attempt to push his fingers against your swollen bundle of nerves more to get some much needed friction. He stiffened his hand, not allowing you to move it. He clicked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in yet another devious smirk. 

“Patience, my sweet,” He purred next to your ear, his other arm snaking around and gripping your ass gently, pulling you further into him.

You stumbled a bit into him, clearly flustered by his bluntness. Uncharacteristic for someone of your class and background, but you didn’t care. Astarion brought a side out of you that you haven’t felt safe enough to channel in years, and you were very grateful for him for it.

He chuckled at your apparent shyness, placing soft kisses along your ear making you shiver. “S-Star…” You whimpered, making him groan. He loved that nickname, and you always knew the right times to use it. “Yes, darling? What is it?” He replied smugly, his feather light touches grazing your folds again, making you tense up.

“Please…” You mumble, making him groan in playful frustration. “My darling, we’ve gone over this multiple times… You must– say it with me now… use your words,” You shyly said those three cursed words along with him. As he said, you have gone over it multiple times, but you were much too stubborn to give in and actually tell him what you wanted. That was, until you were too desperate for him not to care anymore. Just like how you were right now.

“Astarion,” You said sternly, trying to keep up your strong facade. “I want you to touch me. Use your fingers. Please.” The last word you spoke was soft and breathy, your stubbornness bending like a hammer to hot steel. He grinned, his fangs glinting in the glow of the setting sun. Gods, he is beautiful…

“Of course, my love. Whatever you need,” He purred, his fingers finally placing soft pressure against your hard clit. You gasped softly as he used those two slender fingers to massage soft circles into it. You shivered, despite the hot steamy water that surrounded you both, and grasped onto his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he continued to stroke the fire in your core. To the innocent bystander, it might’ve looked like you were just having a sweet romantic hug in the water, but down below the surface, he was giving you endless pleasure, quickly bringing you to the point of no return.

With you being inexperienced when you started being intimate with one another, it never took you long to reach an orgasm, especially if he was the one touching you. He chuckled as he felt your body tremble against his. Your blunt fingernails gently dug into his skin as you felt your orgasm creep closer and closer. Normally, he would make you ask to come because he relished in the sounds of you begging. However, given the circumstances, he decided to play nice with you today.

“That’s it, my pet… Let go,” He whispered, kissing along your shoulder gently. His pace quickened, earning him a soft airy gasp from you. Your breath wavered as his fingers continued their quickening pace against your clit, your legs starting to tremble. “A-Astarion…!” You choked out, grasping onto him for dear life. He hummed in approval as his pace quickened once again, making your eyes snap shut and let out a delicious, loud moan.

Your orgasm crashed into you like the waterfall behind you crashing into the river, your whole body twitching and spasming. You almost fell over from how hard you came, but thankfully Astarion’s stiff body kept you upright. He slowed his pace, riding you through your orgasm and whispering sweet praises into your ear. “There you go, my sweet… What a good girl you are,” He peppered kisses along your neck as he slowly withdrew his hand. 

You panted as you looked at him. Your face was beet red, and your brow was starting to bead sweat from the heat of the spring and your orgasm. He smiled sweetly down at you and caressed your cheek. “Would you like more?” He asked, as you felt his cock throb against you. You nodded eagerly, slipping your hand down beneath the water to stroke him gently. He took your wrist and shook his head.

“Please, my dear… Allow me,” He purred. He gently guided you over to a nearby rock to the shallower end of the pool. “Bend over here, darling,” He gently coaxed. You were quick with your actions, yet careful. You didn’t want to reopen your wound. You gently bent over the rock, arching your back slightly for him. He came behind you and stared at your swollen cunt, dripping with ecstasy and still twitching from your previous orgasm. He ran his hands across the swell of your ass and down the sides of your thighs, groaning softly. “Beautiful…”

He took his cock and gently pressed the tip against your hole. “Are you ready, my sweet? Are you ready to be stretched by my cock?” He asked, his tone sweet and innocent despite the filthy words. You nodded eagerly, arching your back a bit more in an attempt to push yourself onto him. “Y-Yes… Please, I need you…” You replied, your voice full of desperation.

The eagerness in your words was all the confirmation he needed. He slowly started to roll his hips into you, pressing each inch of his cock further and further into you. You moaned loudly as you stretched around him and clenched. He hissed in pleasure at your tightness as he thrust slowly in and out of you, closing his eyes. You growled softly at the feeling of you. “Gods, Tav… You feel so fucking good,” He said, pressing into you harder, earning a loud yelp from you.

Sometimes, especially in moments of insatiable desire such as this, Astarion could be a bit rough with you. It was almost like he went feral from your sounds and the feeling of you pulsating around him. Thus, you have agreed upon a word that either of you could use if things got out of hand. Neither of you had to use it yet, but if he kept up this harsh, rough pace, you would have to use it.

His speed increased, thus his roughness. The pleasure started turning into a soft, manageable pain as the tip of his cock pounded against your cervix. He must not have noticed your body tense, because he kept going, wrapping his hands around your waist, accidentally touching your stitched wound.

That is what made you say it.

 “R-Red!! Astarion, red!”

His eyes snapped open as he stopped, pulling out of you quickly and turning you around gently, his face broken with worry. “Oh, my dear, I am so sorry… Did that hurt? Are you okay?” He asked, checking your wound briefly to see if he had accidentally reopened it. You panted softly, trembling a bit. You winced softly with pain. “I-It was just my injury… I think I’ll be okay,” You reassured him, feeling bad that you had ruined the moment. He shook his head. “No, darling… Let’s stop, I don’t want to cause any more harm to you. I-i don’t know what got into me, I-” 

You noticed he started rambling a bit and… Tearing up. You had yet to see him cry about anything, so this surprised you. Your face grew with worry as you caressed his cheek. “Hey… It’s okay, I’m okay,” You said gently. He leaned into your touch and shook his head again. “Gods I am so sorry…” He apologized again, his voice laced with guilt. You kissed him sweetly on the nose and smiled at him. “My heart, I’m okay. Thank you for stopping when I said it.” He chuckled at that. “Of course I stopped. I want nothing more than for you to be comfortable,” He said gently, placing a soft peck on your lips. You kissed him back and smiled warmly. You had never had anyone who cared about your safety and wellbeing as much as he did, nor him with you. You both felt so safe together, and absolutely nothing could ruin that.

He pulled away slightly and took the bar of soap again, coaxing you over with his finger. “Come, my love, let’s finish getting you washed up.”

After you both bathed, you stayed in the spring for a few hours, talking about everything and nothing and enjoying each other’s company. The moon had risen a while ago, bathing you both in its faint blue light. You stared up at the moon as you sunk down into the water to your shoulders. You barely noticed the wound anymore, and you felt relaxed and very well healed.

 Astarion had gotten out a few minutes ago to dry off. He stared at you and had a devilish idea. He smirked to himself as he slowly slipped back into the water, trying not to make too much noise. He snuck up behind you, totally oblivious. Just as he was about to splash you with water, you flipped around and got his face and hair soaking wet, making him groan in frustration. “Gahh, my hair! My beautiful hair!” He pouted, making you laugh hysterically. “Sneaking up on a fighter, really, my love?” You said through laughs. He scowled a bit, then started to laugh as well. “Foolish idea, I know…” He admitted, wading closer to you. “But you didn’t have to ruin my hair…” He whined. You grin evilly at him, lifting your hand to his head.

“No, no! Stay back, you!” He shouted as he tried to get away from you. You chased him around the pool for a bit, laughter and playful banter filling the night.

Halsin and Shadowheart were silently watching you both from the clearing just before the pool, smiling sweetly. “She seems to be doing a lot better now, doesn’t she, Halsin?” Shadowheart queried, making Halsin chuckle as he replied. “What can I say… Love certainly is the best medicine.”

[whiskeyghoul]

Hi!! I have huge baby fever rn (mainly for Spencer) and was wondering if you would do dad!Spencer or spencer x pregnant reader, just fluff bc I love Reid. Feel free to ignore it you don't want to :)

The playground || [dad!Spencer Reid x f!reader]

A/N: Thanks for the request. Spencer would be an amazing dad so this was fun to write. Though also a bit of a challenge. I hope you enjoy it. Also look at me adding more pictures. Doing the most out here.

Tags: fluff, pregnancy mention, dad Spencer, reader has a daughter, using children to trap your significant other, no y/n.

Word count: 1.2K

It was early spring as you sat on the park bench. Still wrapped up in many layers of clothing to keep warm in the chill of the afternoon. The sun shone with a warm glow, making the exposed skin of your face heat up ever so slightly. A sigh of content escaped your lips as your eyes fell closed for a second. Enjoying the calmness of the moment that was joyfully interrupted by high pitched laughter that was practically music to your ears. Blinking your eyes open they landed on the little, 4 year old girl who was running around the playground structure being chased by the man you called yours. It had been your idea to head out that day to the park and enjoy the first rays of the spring sun. There had also been something keeping you busy. Spending time outside always makes you calm again.

Spencer was slightly bent down, trying to catch your little girl in a game of what seemed to be tag. A smile split your face as you watched his hair get ruffled by the wind as he almost caught your daughter, she skillfully dodged under the slide and out of his reach with a shriek. Samara, who looked so much like her father with the messy brown curls, big brown eyes that you would do anything for, and that smile full of joy. But her nose was yours, and the shape of her face, and oh that personality, she was mom’s girl after all. She took after you in the way she responded to people, she was kind, gentle and smart. Spencer scooped her up and you watched her writhe in his arms while laughing. “I got you! There’s no escaping now.” He laughed before spinning round and round. “No! Put me down!” She called between laughs and shrieks, her small, red scarf flapping around in their wake. You laughed at the sight, brimming with joy and love for them. 

Spencer stopped spinning, he looked in your direction and you watched his chest heave slightly with each breath he took. The smile that crossed his face was blinding. You watched him crouch down, putting Samara on her feet and he got to eye level with her before whispering something inaudible to her. She nodded her head, a look of determination in her eyes as she wiped some of the stray curls out of her face. They were definitely plotting something. You got up from your seat with suspicion settling into your stomach. Something in you said it would be better to be upright and standing instead of in your seat. Spencer nodded his head and Samara came bounding over to you with Spencer in tow. There was a matching look on both their faces, one of feigned innocence. “What’s going on?” You asked, giving a sideways glance. “Oh, nothing.” Spencer answered as he snaked his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek gently. Warmth spreads through your body just from his touch, the butterflies still never left.

He pulled away and you watched him nod towards your daughter who full force tagged your leg, “You’re it.” She grinned as she ran away. Spencer’s arms around you left as quickly as he had pulled you close as he ran in the opposite direction from Samara. You gasped, standing in place as you had realized their plot to envelope you into their game of tag. Spencer being the distraction for your daughter to sneak up and tag without your complaint. “That’s playing dirty!” You exclaimed though the smile on your face betrayed your feigned upset. You quickly ran after Samara, knowing that their tactic of splitting up made you choose between who to go after first. Your daughter, with smaller legs, would be your first target. Already planning how to convince her to join in capturing Spencer later on. 

Quickly catching up to the four year old was easy enough, letting her escape a few times to make it more fun for her. She clambered over different playground items, using her small stature to her benefit. She crawled into one of the tunnels, following close behind you finally caught up to her. Once you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close she let out another “Nooo!! Mom!!” while laughing as you kissed her cheeks repeatedly. “You’re it!” You said as you waited for her to stop squirming. The weight of her in your arms was absolutely right. She was getting bigger every week it seemed.

“You want to help me catch dad?” You whispered once she settled down. The competitive streak that you have clearly had rubbed off on her as she nodded her head yes. She clearly didn’t frown upon double crossing her dad if it meant winning at tag. “Do I need to tag dad again?” She asked, eyes big, voice soft and hushed just in case Spencer was close to hear. “Actually, I want you to distract him.” You responded with a smile, “Can you go up to daddy and tell him you’re going to be a big sister?” You asked her in a hushed tone. Samara’s eyes went wide and a grin broke out on her rounder face, “I am?” she asked surprised and excited at the same time. In turn you nodded your head yes.

You had found out three days ago, while Spencer was away on a case and when he had returned last night it wasn’t the right time to tell him. Now, using your first born daughter to tell him and to win a game of tag, that was the perfect time to tell him. “Go on, tell him.” Your arms unwrapped from her and she quickly scrambled out of the play tunnel calling for her dad. You crawled out with some struggle, crossing your arms as you watched as Spencer once again picked up the little girl. You dusted off your pants and jacket as you walked towards the two of them.

“What is it, princess?” Spencer asked, looking quizzically at her perhaps thinking you plotted against him. “I’m gonna be a sister! I’m gonna be a sister!” Samara spoke sing-songey as she settled in his arms. Spencer’s eyes widened and his head shot up to look at you. Eyes full of questions and surprise, the gears in his head going a 1000 miles a minute as he processed the news. Trying to decide whether it was real or not. You walked closer, a gentle smile on your lips as you kissed his cheek. “Are you-?” He asked hushed as you pulled away. “Yes, I am.” you whispered back earning you a kiss on the lips. Filled with joy, happiness and warmth. The butterflies in your stomach would probably not settle for the rest of the day. 

You pulled away from the kiss gently, your hand reaching up and you pressed your finger to his chest. “And…” You watched him as he looked at you with baited breath, hanging onto every word that would come out of your mouth. Your lips curled into a smirk.

“Tag you’re it.” 

[sorceresssundries]

Heatwave

Pairing: Gale x Fem Tav

Summary: It is the final social event of the summer season, and Tav has dressed poorly for a festival in the midst of a heatwave. One-shot.

Warnings: Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sweat-licking, Smut.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Another smutty Austen inspired work with a bit of fluff! This time in a universe outside of BG3. There definitely seems to be a weather theme in these one-shots. Maybe they'll fuck in the snow next, who knows?

The Festival of Shieldmeet had dominated conversations throughout the city all summer long. With the event occurring only once every four years, the anticipation had reached a fever pitch, rendering even the sweltering heatwave a minor inconvenience. The idea of postponing or, heaven forbid, cancelling such a revered social event due to something as minor as the weather was simply inconceivable.

The festival was being held in the sprawling grounds belonging to some Lord or Lady who had earned the privilege of hosting. In the heart of a large, manicured, bloom-laden garden stood a bandstand where bards were tuning their instruments, ready to serenade the guests with summer melodies. Alongside it stretched a long table adorned with dishes piled high with the richest Waterdhavian delicacies. Attendants in crisp uniforms weaved through the crowds, bearing trays laden with sparkling drinks in tall glasses, as well as refreshing juices and icy water. There also seemed to be tables scattered around with trays stacked with rolled up flannels sitting in ice, patiently waiting to be scooped up and dabbed at the forehead of the sweltering guests - These seemed to be a welcome addition, as there was scarcely any shade to be found anywhere. 

Tav found herself in a state of utter misery. Seeking solace from the stifling crowds, she had retreated to the embrace of the shade beneath an oak tree bordering the garden, where she fervently fanned herself out of sight. She had naively and desperately assumed that the shade would cool her, but despite the protection from the sun’s direct attention the air was still just as cloying, and squeezed her with suffocating stillness. What she wouldn’t give for even the whisper of a breeze. The sad little paper fan she had acquired was doing very little work for her, just pushing the warmth forwards and heating her even further in her efforts to keep it moving. 

For some inexplicable reason she couldn't recall, she had chosen to don her finest silk gown over a whalebone corset. It hugged her curves with an unforgiving grip, accentuating her form and lifting her breasts. With a smile as wide as her hips, she had admired herself in the mirror before departing. However, that smile faded the moment she stepped out of her cooled carriage and into the searing heat of the midday sun. She had immediately noticed the guests dressed in garments far more suited to the occasion than her own.

What a foolish notion this had been, she mused, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She had no idea what had driven this madness. Well.. she thought as she peeked out from behind the tree and across at the crowd gathered in the garden, maybe she had a slight idea. 

Gale Dekarios was an exceptionally handsome man who exuded infuriating arrogance, boundless pride, and endless charm. From their first encounter at the spring ball, he had claimed her attention at every subsequent event. She had ‘accidentally’ stepped on his foot during one of their early dances, after he had explained to her his proficiency with magic and his gallant willingness to at least try and teach her some of his simpler spells. He had laughed at her annoyance, apologised profusely, and kissed her hand at the end of the evening. She had been aflame ever since.

Throughout the season, they had fallen into a familiar routine. Their ritual involved stealing glances at one another, offering subtle gestures of acknowledgment, and then both making a concerted effort not to meet eyes again. Yet, inevitably, one of them would find themselves drawn towards the other. It was a dance of restraint, leaving Tav exhilarated each time, despite the exhausting choreography. She was never really sure who was leading the dance, but at this moment, sweating and flustered and hiding behind a tree, Tav decided it probably wasn’t her. 

As each evening would draw to a close, he would always bid her goodnight with a kiss upon her hand, each time lingering longer than the last, and tell her how much he was looking forward to their next meeting. Upon returning home, Tav would often find herself lost in fantasies, imagining his hand tangled in her hair, his lips tracing the curves of her body. More often than not, these night-time reveries ended with her own desperate touch and his name cried out from her lips.

In the privacy of sweet slumber, she would dream of their next encounter, eagerly anticipating another opportunity to engage in their dance and hoping to step on his feet once more.

Maybe she had more magic in her than she realised, as her very thoughts appeared to have summoned him to her hiding place.

“Ah, Miss Taventon. I thought I spotted you retreating all the way out here.” He greeted her with his customary charm. As always, he was a vision to behold, with his dark, mischievously glinting eyes and sweeping brown locks pulled back from his face. Clad in simple yet impeccably tailored attire—a snug waistcoat over a pristine white shirt, adorned with a luxurious silken cravat, and well-fitted breeches. Frustratingly, he looked completely unaffected by the blistering warmth, and Tav thought she must look like a sweating, breathless fool in comparison. She only had time to be embarrassed momentarily, before she realised the precarious nature of their situation.  For the first time, they were properly alone together and Tav blushed at the thought of being found with him behind a tree so far away from the party. There would be a scandal. 

“Mr. Dekarios, a pleasure.” She looked around to try and see if anyone would catch them in their compromising seclusion, but it appeared they were safe for now. “I’m afraid you’ve caught me a little affected by the heat. I was just after a moment of respite.” She began to fan herself more fervently.

“Understandable, I'm sure. For one not versed in magic.” His smugness had returned, and Tav always treated it as a welcome challenge.

“Well, not all of us are as exceptional as you” She batted her eyelashes at him sweetly and took in his cool, handsome appearance. “Let me guess, enchanted clothing?” He bowed his head in confirmation of her appraisal, still looking smug and annoyingly unflustered by the heat. “A shame it could not chill your ego, but alas, I suppose your talent has to end somewhere.” 

His smile in return was genuine. He very much enjoyed her banter. Almost as much as he enjoyed seeing her sweating under the shade of the giant oak tree. 

He raised a hand in mock defeat. “Peace, my lady. I came bearing a gift. In an effort to cool your skin, and perhaps even your temper.” She really was ravishing in this state, he thought, overheated and fiery. He wondered whether she was aware of his true intentions in seeking her out. It was the final event of the summer season, and as such, their elaborate game would have to come to an end. 

As she reached out to accept the cool towel he offered, a surge of boldness seized him. With a swift motion, he closed the distance between them until he was almost pressed against her, and with a tender touch, he placed the cold flannel against the side of her neck. He had hoped it would elicit a reaction from her, at the very least a small gasp of surprise, but she remained silent. She just watched him as the droplets from the towel trailed slow down her neck, caressing her collarbone in the way his fingers ached to, and gathering to rest glistening on the shelf of her breasts which had been pushed up by her corset. 

He had thoughts of ripping it off her. The silk of her dress would tear like tissue in his practised hands, and he would cast the tatters of it into the wind and spend an entire afternoon finding where the pools of her sweat gathered. He ached to know what undergarments she was wearing, what colour, how the material would taste if he pressed his tongue against. It. He hoped it was white cotton, something the scent and taste of her would cling to - so damp with sweat and desire that he would be able to see her dark curls through the material. 

He could feel the cooling enchantment wrapped round him waning as his concentration and resolve were tested. Damn heat. Damn woman. She knew exactly what she was doing. Who wears a silk-wrapped corset in a heatwave? Each bead of sweat and whisper of her heated musk was a siren’s call, and he was determined to drown himself in the ocean of her. 

“I am no expert in fashion, Miss Taventon, but I must question the decision to wear a silk gown in such conditions. Surely linen, or cotton would have been preferable? Or maybe one enjoys the sensations brought on by basking in such stifling heat?” His tone was more frustrated than he meant it to be.

“I thought it would be light and cooling, Saer. Not all of us are gifted with the ability to enchant our clothing.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and wondered if every item he was wearing was enchanted.. She quickly snapped out of her musings “An unfortunate error on my part, I hadn’t taken into account the lack of breeze, or the…” 

“Stickiness?” He said, focusing intently on dabbing her neck and chest with the flannel and not meeting her eyes.

“The humidity. Yes.” 

He took a break from his attentions and discarded the flannel, to take a leisurely sip of his drink. The droplets of condensation cascaded down the glass like tiny beads of sweat. Tav couldn't help but watch, a pang of envy stirring within her as she observed the icy water slip downwards and through his fingers. There was too much electric heat here, strung out in the very air, no amount of cool water would save her. She needed to be swathed by him, to smother the flames until they burnt out into ash. Even then, she was certain there would be embers enough to fan back to roaring flame at just one breathy word from him. She was doomed kindling.

The soft clink of ice against glass filled the air as he drank, his gaze never wavering from hers. With intent, he parted his lips slightly, allowing a single ice cube to slide into his mouth. She couldn't tear her eyes away as he savoured it, rolling it around his mouth with his tongue.

“Most refreshing.” He breathed, after a long, heavy swallow,  “Could I tempt you with a sip?” 

“I..Maybe.. This heat has caused quite a desperate thirst. Although I notice you have only brought one glass. How impolite of you” She dropped her fan to the ground in vexation, stupid thing was not doing anything to help. There was no saving her now.

He smirked and bowed his head slightly. “Not to worry, dear lady.” His eyes darkened and his voice became a heated command. “Open your mouth for me”

At first there was shock, but then without question she did as she was told, like a girl entranced. With a deft movement of his fingers, he plucked another ice cube from his glass and placed it delicately on her waiting tongue. 

Tav saw a chance and took it.

Before he could withdraw his hand, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and the surprise in his eyes lit her like a firework. She burned for these moments, for any slip in his resolve, any evidence behind the refinery and politeness that there were things she could do that would shock him. If there was a crack in his armour, she would slip in like water and drown him in sin.

Locking eyes with him, she held his gaze steady as she took control. With a boldness she hadn't known she possessed, she leaned forward and enveloped his fingers in her mouth, sucking gently and letting the ice cube melt against her tongue in a sweet rush of cold. It was a calculated move, a daring play, and as she released his hand, a flicker of satisfaction fluttered in her eyes. The game was afoot, and she was changing the rules. 

She let go of his fingers, and smiled innocently. “How right you are as always, Mr.Dekarios. Most refreshing.” She lilted, still sucking on the remnants of the ice in her mouth. 

He had suddenly lost his footing. The blood that was keeping him focused and leading their little game had suddenly re-routed elsewhere, and he was struggling to compose thoughts. He had no words, so actions would have to do.

He drew closer to her, the space between them shrinking, and he reached out his hand to trace a delicate path from the warmth of her flushed cheek, along the elegant curve of her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat. There, just above the gentle rise and fall of her bosom, he noticed a glistening bead of sweat, which he captured with his fingertip. Bringing it to his lips, he savoured it, and made a noise of growling satisfaction. Her breath hitched beautifully in response.

"It appears you're still uncomfortably warm. I'd hardly be a gentleman if I allowed you to suffer like this." With a languid sip of his drink, he popped another ice cube into his mouth. 

“You are no…”  

He aimed to catch off guard before she could finish. He closed what little gap was left between them and all playfulness burned away in the heat, leaving nothing but desperation. Fuck games, fuck dancing around each other, and fuck that ridiculous silk dress she was wearing. She had won their game, and her prize would be for him to take her the way he had been wanting to for the entire summer. 

His glass fell to the ground with no thought at all, and he grabbed at her waist. Pushing her back against the tree and pinning her there with a leg between her thighs. He finally earned a gasp of surprise from her, as he pushed his lips against her throat, and pressed the ice cube against her pulsing skin with his tongue. 

The noise she made was tantalisingly balanced between relief and desire, and he kept the ice firmly against her as he moved it further down her neck, mimicking the trail of sweat his finger had traced earlier. He delighted in the way her skin prickled as the ice caressed her. She was divine. He wanted to tease her until she lost all of her brazen stares and cutting banter, and all that was left was a puddle of a woman. He wanted to undo her the way he would her clothes, and watch her fall apart under his hands, his tongue, the push of his hips…

"Someone... Will..." Her voice came out in gasping pleas as he continued caressing her with the ice. "Find us..." He needed to remove that damn corset soon; restricted breathing wasn't conducive to the way he wanted to hear her cry out for him— completely unbound. A fleeting desire crossed his mind to restrain her in other ways, at other times. But for now, he simply needed to see how the heat had flushed her body, with as little material between them as possible.

“You think I would allow anyone else to see you like this? I am not a man who shares his treasure.” His cocky little grin made a slight reappearance as he pulled his lips away from her damp skin to meet her eyes and offer some cooling sincerity. “A spell has been cast, no one will see nor hear us. You are safe with me, my dream. Always.”

He lost himself to a moment of softness, and caressed her face with total adoration.

“I have craved the taste of you all summer. The sun itself could not burn me in the way you have. I am a scorch mark, I am the cindered ashes of all restraint. You are my sun. And no one else will gaze upon you the way I will.”

There was no response adequate to match the sudden delicacy of his words, leaving Tav momentarily speechless. In that fleeting moment of enraptured, adoring silence, Gale misunderstood her reaction, his beautiful face falling with concern, fearing he had unwittingly caused her distress.

“Tell me you do not desire me, that this soft heat inflaming you is not at least partly caused by your feelings for me. Tell me I have imagined your eyes searching for me, your playful need for my hands on you as we dance, and I will leave it at this. I will have spent a summer loving you, and it will have been the brightest and warmest of all my seasons.” 

He loved her. The air suddenly felt lighter. He was the breeze she had been craving. 

Her bright smile cracked through the initial shock of his confession, and relief swept over him like a tide. “I know you have a vivid imagination, Mr. Dekarios. But put it away, it is not needed here. I have attended each event only in the hope of being in your presence. It seems we both have had a summer well spent.” She kissed him then; sweetly, lovingly and he laughed enough for the crinkles between his eyes to appear. 

It did not take long for the damned dress to be torn from the skin of her sweat-slicked body. For the corset to be ripped from its bindings. For the softness of her breasts to find their place against his tongue, nipples peaking as though the heat didn’t exist, his hot breath and cool tongue creating a heady mix of magic which made her skin sing. 

Tomorrow, there would be rough marks on her back from the bark of the tree - but for now the slight pain only added to the overwhelming sensations which crawled their way over her body, her sweat mingling with his as he tore off his shirt and pressed himself against her. Caging her against the trunk. His skin was cool against hers, and steam danced between them as though melted steel was being forged by cool water. He was hard, she could feel it. 

His tongue flattened at her skin of her neck and her breasts, and licked away the lust-induced sweat his affection had caused. The fresh, salty taste may as way have been laced with liquor for the effect it was having on him. She tasted of sweet wine with the faint hint of salt. It was subtle, but he needed something richer. His attention moved downwards, and It was not long till he reached that most sacred place, where he had been aching to lose himself in scent and taste. He took his time and inhaled her. Using his nose to caress her sweet spot as he relished in the full-bodied flavour of her. 

As soon as his mouth began lavishing her, she realised he had somehow extended the cooling enchantment to his tongue. Her head was thrown back against the tree in ecstasy, the press of his mouth against her quickly becoming too much for her to handle. There was a brief moment of self-consciousness, where she worried about how the heat of the day would affect her taste. But the worry was soon lost, the thought drowned out by the sound of his appreciation and the realisation that he was stroking himself as he devoured her. 

He was dedicated in his endeavour, although no amount of skin-tingling magic would be able to balm the fire coursing through her veins. She thought she would never cool, that she would be a woman on fire for the rest of her love-fuelled days. The sensation was mesmeric, and she could not remember a sweeter sensation than this man on his knees in front of her, face buried between her legs and using his tongue to caress her with such enthusiasm she felt as though she would fall apart. And fall apart she did. It was euphoric, and her hands gripped his hair fiercely as she crashed over rocks in reckless pleasure.  

When he came back up to meet her he was breathless and lust-drunk, giddy as a school-boy and stoked as a bonfire.  “There has never been a sweeter taste than you, my love.” He kissed her then, languidly, passionately - intent on sharing the riches of his exploration. Tav could taste herself in his kiss. They may as well have been sharing wine between their lips. 

“If you don’t fuck me soon, Gale, I swear I will combust.”

He laughed at this. At the desperation, at the slight annoyance in her voice, at the fact this was the first time she had ever said his given name and she had thrown it at him as a demand to push her against the tree and bury himself inside her. What a woman. 

He needed no further invitation; shedding the confines of his breeches, he pressed himself slowly into her warmth, and she made the most delicious groaning sound he had ever heard. This woman could drive him to madness, and thankfully he was aware that his earlier attentions ensured he need not be overly gentle. Knowing that his endurance would be short-lived, thanks to the fervour he had stoked within himself while bringing her to climax against his tongue, he abandoned all pretense of restraint. Together they were primal, the tension that had been building between them releasing in pure, carnal desire.  

Though a gentleman might have exercised more self-control, such decorum was a luxury he couldn't afford in the presence of such irresistible temptation. Stripped of his clothes, he found himself as vulnerable to the unrelenting heat of the day as Tav, and soon, his focused, determined passion ignited a sheen of sweat upon his skin.

Tav’s payback could not have been any sweeter, as soon as she noticed the sweat trickling down his neck she took her chance and licked it from his bronzed, silken skin. His response was a delicious, low moan and his rhythm faltered into something more urgent, unbound. His grip tightening, one of his hands found its way to rest gently against her throat so he could feel the deep moans rumbling against his palm as he fucked her.

“I love you” She breathed. And that’s all it takes. He is suddenly hurtling over a precipice and into sweet, tight oblivion. 

They both collapse onto the ground, sweaty, burnt-out, euphoric. And they fall into uninhibited laughter as they realise they can hear the band playing a jaunty tune in the distance, and the chatter of the ever-growing crowd is closer than they initially thought.

“You are still hidden from prying eyes, my dream.” Gale offered reassurance as he kissed her head. “And I will conjure up some suitable clothing for you, don’t worry.”

“That is most generous of you Saer, but please - by the Gods, no corset and no silk.”

[cariantha]

"I surrender!"

I'm so excited to share! I commissioned an incredible artist to draw Ethan and Sawyer in a scene from The Long Way Home.

@angkis you did an incredible job and it was amazing to work with you!!!❤️

Here's a peek. Full image below the cut.

Warning: 🔥NSFW, ⛔18+ Only, nudity and sexual content

Sawyer’s butt hit the ground with a thump, her head cushioned by the thick blades of grass. Ethan landed on top of her, but quickly placed his hands on the ground to prevent his full weight from crushing her. Her light, airy laughter filled the air, erasing his worry and letting him know she was unharmed. Relieved, he couldn't help but join in. The towel, now untucked, served as a blanket beneath her. Sawyer’s only cover was Ethan’s hovering body.  Suddenly aware of the rapid rise and fall of her bare chest, his eyes met Sawyer’s with a sobering intensity. As if replaying a familiar memory, Sawyer reached up and touched his cheek. A second later, Ethan’s lips were crashing into hers. 

I seriously can't stop staring at it. I love zooming in to their faces. I love that we were able to add Ethan's little eye scar.🥵

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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

The Perfect Hat-Trick

pairing: James Potter x reader

summary: James is watching a football match with you and has some good ideas for how to spend the half-time break. Smut ensues. 

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), established relationship, smut, fem!reader, fingering, eating out, p in v, pretty much no plot, sports talk

notes: finally had time to write! inspired by recent world cup fever...

word count: 2.3k

You lay on the sofa in yours and James’s flat, your legs draped over his, the telly on. 

“That’s a foul? He hardly even touched him.” “Yeah, well, it wasn’t a clean tackle. I know the other guy’s selling it, but it did make him fall down.” “Pfft. We don’t have this problem. You dive, you plummet 50 meters to the ground,” he laughed. 

You rolled your eyes at him but laughed a little. It was nice of him to be watching with you in the first place. James loved sports, but he never really could get into your muggle ones. Too low stakes, he reckoned. 

But, it was the World Cup, and he knew how excited you were, the tournament only coming around every four years. That part he could understand, having had his fair share of World Cup fever growing up, just for a much better sport, he never failed to remind you. You loved quidditch, too, of course, had even shared the pitch with him back at Hogwarts, but that had never made you stop loving what you’d love since before even finding out you were a witch. 

James would watch the occasional match with you, a bit begrudgingly, but he loved making you happy. And if he was being honest, he found it adorable how excited or angry you’d get when the match did or didn’t go your way. 

He was rewarded with just one of those precious moments when your team, your favorite player no less, scored a goal. It was just before half-time and his second goal of the match. You yelped and cheered, springing up from the sofa. When you came to sit back down, a love-stricken grinning James looking up at you, you opted to keep your excitement up by straddling and hugging him, still bouncing up and down a bit in celebration. 

You beamed down at his close face, energetically saying, “That’s his second! And it was a header! Maybe he’ll get a perfect hat-trick!” “A what?” “A perfect hat-trick.” He continued to stare blankly at you, a jokingly annoyed look. 

“Do you know what a hat-trick is?” you continued.

“I dunno… spinning it around before putting it on your head?” 

“Hilarious.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry my humour isn’t up to scratch,” he laughed. His hands came around your hips, pulling you closer on his lap. “So are you gonna tell me what it is or not, sweet thing? Because, honestly, I’m fine either way.” His laugh was contagious, and you were smiling down at him, your arms around his neck as you answered, “You’re so annoying… A hat-trick is when a player scores three goals in one match. A perfect hat-trick,” you went on, “is when a player scores one with their left foot,” you kissed his left cheek, “one with their right,” kissed his right, “and one with their head,” kissed his forehead. 

“Mmm, I see. Thanks for explaining it to me, sweetheart.” He bumped his nose against yours then gave it a quick peck. 

“You’re welcome,” you responded giggling a bit. 

You heard the whistle announcing the end of the first half from the telly behind you. 

“You know,” he whispered. “I’ve always liked a challenge.” “Oh yeah?” “Mhmm. I think,” he pecked your lips, “I can score three times before the start of the second half,” he kissed you again, lingering this time. “And…” he whispered, “I reckon I can make it a perfect hat-trick.”  

His smile was equal parts devious and suggestive. Your grin remained — he always kept you amused — but your brows furrowed, not quite following. 

“One with my fingers,” he kissed your cheek, “one with my tongue,” kissed your other cheek, “one with my cock,” kissed your forehead. He laughed, clearly amused with himself, but it was soon stifled as he kissed along your jaw, making his way to your neck, his open mouthed kissed and nibbles drawing a moan out of you. 

You ground down on his lap, pleasure shooting up from your core at the friction. You moaned even louder, and you could feel the vibrations of James’s laugh in the crook of your neck. His hands moved from your hips to knead your arse then came under your shirt, giving you a loving squeeze before pulling it up and over your head. You quickly took his glasses off, placing them on top of your now discarded shirt.

He pulled back from your body to stare at your bra-clad tits, groaning appreciatively, his enthusiasm boyish but utterly endearing. His hands went to unclasp your bra, but before even getting it off, his face was already between your tits, kissing the soft flesh between them, nuzzling and nibbling you. You laughed at how unfailingly he loved your chest, even after so long together, and brought your hand up to scratch his scalp and tug his dark hair. 

“This is my favorite place on Earth,” he said into your chest, squeezing it playfully  with his big hands before moving to suck on your nipple. 

His face and mouth still loving on your boobs, he raked his hands down your body, one grabbing your arse again, the other cupping between your legs. His palm pressed perfectly on your pussy as he licked from your chest, up your sternum and neck, and into your mouth. You welcomed his tongue with yours and helped him pull your trousers off, shifting awkwardly on his lap without ever breaking apart. Even though you were making out, you were both giggling giddily.

Pulling your panties to the side, rubbing your increasingly wet folds, James laughed out, “You see? I’m already past the defenders.” “For fuck’s sake, Potter, you already got in my pants; you don’t need to keep up the football jokes.” “What can I say? I’m funny and effortlessly charming all the time, not just when I’m trying to get in your pants, love.” You rolled your eyes, smacked his shoulder, but dove back down to keep kissing him as he finally plunged his long fingers into your weeping cunt. 

“Fuck, Jamie, feels so good,” you praised, as he curved his fingers just right, setting a teasing but pleasing pace. You followed it with your hips, increasing the warm tingling sensations taking over your whole lower body. 

“That’s it, love,” he whispered, still playful but his voice lower, hoarse and hot as hell. 

He picked up the pace, brought his other hand to your clit, and moved to suck the sensitive spot behind your ear. You could feel your climax approaching, grinding faster and harder to let him know, to chase the feeling you so craved. He followed your lead, thrusting as deep as he could reach, rubbing tighter circles, still precise in his motions, and soon enough, you let out a prolonged, “aaah,” as you came, clutching his shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other. Your sounds turned into giggles as his hands continued, slower now, gentle, as you rode out the pleasant aftershocks. “That’s one.” He looked quite proud of himself. 

“Three’s much more than one; give me that smirk after three,” you shot back. 

“Gladly.” He wrapped his arms around you, and in one quick motion moved you from his lap to the couch. He shifted to hover above you, looking down with such love in his eyes you couldn’t help but interrupt the playfulness and the seductiveness with a gentle caress of his cheek. He leaned into it, turning his head to kiss your palm, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“You’re so unreasonably beautiful, you know that?”

“So are you,” you responded, voice sweet as honey. 

He smiled like it was the kindest compliment he had ever received and leaned down to kiss you fervently. One hand roaming your body roughly, one hand holding your face gently, James kissed you with all the love bodies could express. 

Slowly, teasingly, he moved away from your mouth, kissing your face and neck, moving back to your mouth a moment before kissing back down a bit further. He repeated this a few times, moving lower each time, until he continued down your body, unsurprisingly but so gratifyingly taking his time at your tits. Then, lower, lower, until he was licking up your bikini line. He nuzzled your cunt, but didn’t do more as he moved his face across it to do the same on the other side. 

You were aching by now, thrusting your hips up into his face unthinkingly. You thought he’d make a joke about how needy you were, but when you were met with a groan instead, you snuck a glance down at him and met a hungry stare, his hair an even worse mess than usual, his eyes lidded, his lips swollen and wet. He was completely engrossed in you, his desire overwhelming even his perpetually playful attitude. 

Without any more ado, he pushed his face into your cunt and ate you out like a starving man. His mouth worked expertly, his tongue moving in and out of you before licking up to your clit then moving down again to lap at your entrance and then to suck on your folds. He had a sixth sense for knowing when to build a repetitive rhythm and when to switch it up.

“James,” you hissed, your second orgasm building faster than the last, faster even than it usually did when he ate you out. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” The vibrations from his half-moaned, “uh-uh,” shot through you like a jolt as you screamed in pleasure. He shook his head from side to side quickly to intensify your orgasm, and when you finished and he pulled back, his entire face was covered in you. 

You returned his adoring smile before dropping your head back onto the cushion, elated but spent. “You’re so fucking good at that,” you said.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” he responded, kissing all over your cunt and thighs before coming back up to your face. His body covered yours, his prominent bulge pressing into you. “I think you’re wearing far too many clothes,” you scolded, and he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and his trousers down his legs, struggling to kick them off entirely as you giggled from below him. “Much better,” you told him as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and reveled in the feeling of his body on your body, his skin on your skin. 

You continued making out like this, holding and kissing each other, till you pulled back, gesturing at the telly with a nod of your head, teasing, “you’re running out of time for that hat-trick, Potter.” “I’m not worried,” he smirked back at you as he thrust his hips into yours. You were so sensitive from everything that had happened already that just that friction felt incredible. He brought a hand down to guide himself into you, and your groans matched each other’s as he took his time bottoming out. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, his face incredibly close to yours, his cock now buried deep inside you. He kissed you once before moving his face to the crook of your neck, focusing on his hips as he began thrusting in and out of you. He started slow, savoring the sensation, dragging out achingly before pounding back in roughly. Gradually going faster, his grip on your thigh tightened and he bit down on your shoulder on a particularly hard thrust, the pleasure clearly becoming too much for him as well. You held him close and met his thrusts, and moments later, all teasing was forgotten as all that was left was skin was slapping against skin, passion being expressed physically as he pounded into you. 

His groans grew louder as his climax approached, but he slowed down slightly, determined to make you cum before he did. He brought his hand down between you, rubbing your clit as he sucked on your neck. It didn’t take much for you to be on the edge, and a couple hard thrusts later,  you moaned in exquisite pleasure as your third orgasm hit. 

“Jamie,” you whined as your thighs started shaking and his thrusts grew increasingly volatile. 

“Fuck,” he repeated as he thrust as deep as possible over and over. You felt him start losing control, and the sensations of him hitting  all your most sensitive spots went from a bit too much in your oversensitive state to an exhilarating perfect mix of pain and pleasure. You chased the feeling, and moments later you were clenching vice-like around him and pulling him closer as you whined and groaned through a fourth.

This brought him to his completion, and your pleasure peaked as you felt him release inside you. Your walls still fluttering around him, his thrusts now sloppy, he exerted his last bit of energy then collapsed on top of you in utter bliss.

The whistle announcing the start of the second half cut through the thumping of your rapid heart beat in your ears as you lay entwined with each other. You both laughed through heavy breathing.

“Just in time,” James said. “And with one more than promised, no less.” He winked cheekily. “Pretty good performance, Potter. I think I’ll keep you around.” “And I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me,” he said sweetly, sincerely.

You kissed him gently, caressing his face as you whispered, “I’m glad you like a challenge then because that sounds like forever to me.”

“Sounds brilliant.” You nodded brightly before pushing on his shoulders and saying, “But for now, get off me or we’ll miss the second half.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “but I’ll only get off if your clothes stay off.” He leaned down to place a kiss on each of your tits before pecking your lips and smiling his mischievous smile you so loved. 

“Deal.”

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[crowborn666-nsfw]

Spring Fever

Hawks x Reader

Tags: whiny Keigo, biting/marking, reader has AFAB anatomy, riding, breeding press, one mention of birth control pills,

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“(Y/nnnn).” Met your ears as you answered Keigo’s phone call. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, swallowing down your drink before speaking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Need youuu.”

“Oh Kei.” You breathed, glancing at the clock, “Your patrol’s almost over, yeah? Can you hold out til you get home?”

“I think so…” Keigo spoke pitifully.

“Alright, you go be everyone’s hero, and when you get home I’ll be yours, how’s that sound?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

The call ended, and you immediately set about preparing for Keigo to get home.

Keigo got home quickly, as the door opened five minutes earlier than it usually did.

“Lovebird?”

“In the bedroom dear.”

You could hear him shucking off his boots, and by the time he had gotten to the bedroom doorway he had pulled off his jacket and gloves.

His face was flushed upon seeing you, and he all but fell into the bed as you moved to be rid of the rest of his clothes.

As Keigo’s back met the mattress, he finally took notice of the lacy underclothing you wore, a lazy grin forming on his face as he ran his fingers over the red lace.

“You like it?” You asked, rubbing circles into his shoulders that most surely ached from the day.

“Yeah.” Keigo groaned appreciatively, tugging you down in order to reach your skin, kissing and biting at your neck. He plucked at the edge of your bra with his teeth, hands resting comfortably at the small of your back.

“C’mere.” You hummed, urging him to kiss you as your hips pressed to his, gently grinding down in small circle motions.

Keigo broke the kiss with a whine as you moved just right. “Need you… oh fu—please! Please please please.”

“Okay okay.” You hushed him gently, kissing his forehead as you moved to help him remove your underwear and bra. You were quick to tug his pants down, giving him a look of sympathy at his small whines and pleas.

Spring was the hardest time of the year for him, it amazed you that he could do hero work at all with you in the back of his mind.

You positioned yourself above him, carefully sinking down with a groan leaving your throat. Keigo on the other hand was a moaning, whining, flushed mess. His skin was red, sweat and hair sticking to his brow as his hands found your hips, squeezing to try and ground himself.

“Y-You’re on the pills right?” Keigo asked, a slight look of panic crossing his features, as if the thought just crossed his mind.

“Yes, I am, baby. Don’t worry.”

Keigo nodded, whining in earnest as he bucked his hips upward with a small “please…”.

You were quick to start moving up and down on his cock with a steady pace, hands bracing yourself on his chest.

“Like this, Kei?”

“Yes!” Keigo moaned, head thrown back, eyes shut, brows pinched. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon, his moans pitching. “(Y/n), I’m—!”

“It’s okay baby, I can go all night for you. Just let go love.”

Keigo released then, a high pitched moan leaving his throat as he dumped his load into you, hands pawing at your hips. He chanted your name, his hips stuttering as they continued to buck upwards, and you moved at a slower pace, helping ride out his orgasm.

Soon you both settled, panting in tandem with each other.

“Feel better, love? Do we need to go again?”

Keigo nodded, and then quickly flipped you onto your back. “Yeah,” his hands found the back of your knees, “just need,” he pushed your legs up, setting them on his shoulders, “a better angle.”

You moaned at the new angle, feeling his cock hit all the right spots as your back arched. Keigo wasted no time in moving once your hips began to move against him, a few grunts leaving him with his thrusts.

You blinked up at him, seeing those golden eyes holding a lustful fire behind them.

“‘M all yours, Kei dear.” You spoke, reaching up to tug him down. Keigo wasted no time in pressing deep kisses to your mouth, trailing his lips down your jaw and to your neck where he began biting down hard enough to make marks.

You sang your praises for him, listening to him whine and moan and grunt with each thrust into you.

Your back arched off the bed again as your release hit you like a freight train, hands digging into Keigo’s hair as you moaned his name. Keigo bit down into your shoulder, muffled his whiny moan as his orgasm chased him down.

His hips stuttered, whines leaving him with each one as he panted into your neck.

“Feel better?” You asked him, trailing your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah…” he sighed, pulling out of you with kisses left on your jaw. “You know what sounds good?”

“Hm?”

“A hot bath.”