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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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Catch Me If I Fall-Technoblade

This is a Technoblade x gn!reader in the dreamsmp

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What was supposed to be a simple mining trip goes horribly wrong when Y/N doesn’t pay attention to their surroundings.

Y/N’s POV

“Be careful” Techno warned, pressing a kiss to my forehead and then one to my lips. I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face, “Will do,” I responded softly, kissing my boyfriend once more before checking to make sure I had all I needed for my trip. Food, wood, torches, and my netherite pickaxe.

When Techno and I had moved out of L’Manberg, a lot of his things were taken before we could pack it up, including his many stacks of diamonds. Techno had a lot to do at our new snowy home, so I offered to go mining for us. Techno was hesitant at first, but after assuring him multiple times I would be fine, he agreed and made me an enchanted netherite pickaxe that had Efficiency V, Fortune III, Unbreaking III, and Mending on it so that it would let me mine faster and wouldn’t break in the middle of my trip.

“You have everything?” Techno asked softly. I nodded with a bright smile, “I do!” I chirped brightly. “Okay… I’ll see you in a few hours?” I hummed in confirmation, “I’ll see you in a few hours.” Techno leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against my lips, I immediately kissed back. A few moments passed before I forced myself to pull away, knowing I would never leave if I didn’t. “I love you so much” I murmured to the pink haired man. A soft blush fell on Techno’s cheeks. Techno pulled me in for a quick hug, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I love you too, love. More than you’ll ever know.”

Techno released me from the hug causing me to let out a sigh. I took a few steps down into the mine before turning and waving to my boyfriend who remained at the tops of the steps. He immediately smiled softly and waved back. “Bye baby” “Bye love”. Another sigh escaped my lips as I turned back around and continued down the steps, further into the earth.

It didn’t take me too long to get to level 12. I immediately got to work on strip mining. I hit many patches of coal, redstone, iron, and many other ores, but no diamonds. I had been down in the mine for about an hour at this point and had yet to find what I actually came down here for. Which is why I was so excited when the next piece of stone I removed opened a hole to a ravine.

I slightly thanked whoever was above for this. This is the break I was looking for. I quickly removed the other piece of stone that blocked my path and immediately rushed into the ravine. I looked around, making sure to note where the lava was so that I didn’t accidentally walk into it or fall. I quickly decorated my opening with torches so I would be able to tell where I came from so I wouldn’t get lost. After only a few moments in the ravine, I found what I was looking for. “DIAMONDS!” I screeched in victory, rushing toward the patch embedded in the wall of the ravine.

I quickly mined the diamonds and watched with glee as they kept going. Once I was done with the patch, I had acquired 24 diamonds. I let out an excited squeal as I moved further down the ravine to search for more. Another patch came into view and I ran up to it with excitement. I was so absorbed in my excitement of finding diamonds, that I didn’t hear the drop behind me. Maybe had I heard the telltale sizzling of the creeper that had fallen behind, I wouldn’t have taken so much damage. But I didn’t. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. The creeper had exploded, sending me forward into the stone hole I had made. My face smashed off of the hard wall and much like the creeper, my back exploded in pain. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped my lips at the blast.

I took a few moments to take some deep breaths before slowly standing up and crawling out of the hole. My legs shook under my weight. “Oh fuck,” I breathed out, my eyes scanning the ravine. A lot of mobs had spawned. A lot of them were ignoring me, but due to the explosion, some had turned to look and found me. As fast as I could, which wasn’t very fast, I turned and limped back toward where I came from, my eyes scanning the wall for my torches.

The sound of footsteps hitting the ground sounded behind me as mobs dropped from above to chase me. My breath quickly as I slowly began to panic. Icy hot fear ran through me as I realized one fatal thing that I had forgotten on my journey. A sword. A bow. An axe. Literally any weapon to protect myself. I forgot it. I didn’t think that I would need it… I’m so dumb sometimes.

The groan of a zombie grew closer and closer. A sharp pain shot through my shoulder as something hit it. I let out a whimper as I turned around and found a zombie right behind me. I took a deep breath and punched the zombie as hard as I could, causing it to stumble back, giving me enough time to escape.

My eyes caught sight of the many torches that outlined my entrance to the ravine causing me to almost cry in relief. I whimpered as I limped faster toward my safe haven, but once again, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. This pain though caused me to scream. I looked at my shoulder and found an arrow sticking through it, almost causing me to faint. I willed the thought away, knowing that if I did faint, I was a goner and would lose a life. I gritted my teeth and threw myself in the hole I created earlier, immediately turning around to block the path with cobblestone.

Once I knew I was safe, I allowed the tears that had built in my eyes to fall. Everything hurt so much. I had such a long walk back to the stairs out of the mine and then I would have to walk 50 blocks up and 50 blocks home. I placed down a single piece of cobble and took a seat to try and compose myself. I pulled out some of the food I had packed from my inventory.

As I ate, my hand brushed against my nose and when I pulled it away, blood coated my hand letting me know my nose was in fact bleeding from the impact of the wall. The food helped me feel a tiny, and I really mean tiny, bit better. I mentally assessed what was happening in my shoulder before deciding it would be best to leave the arrow in my shoulder so that I wouldn’t bleed out on my way back, no matter how uncomfortable it was. I also made sure to check my inventory and was happy to find the diamonds I had mined safe in my care. I had only found about 40 but there was no way I was spending more time down here to look for more.

After taking the time I needed to calm myself, I slowly stood up and began my long walk back to the stairs. The journey took me about an hour and a half. I had to take it really slow due to my injuries. But I made it to the stairs nonetheless. I almost cried staring up at them though. It took me another half an hour to climb the stairs that normally would have taken no longer than 10 minutes to climb.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was exhausted. I couldn’t walk anymore, but I had to. The house was about 50 blocks away. For some reason we decided to keep the mine and the house separate and now I cursed that decision. I stared at the warm house and almost sobbed at the sight. “TECHNO!” I screamed as loud as I could. The pink headed man was on the front porch doing something. At the sound of my scream the man immediately dropped what he was doing and booked it toward the mine. “Y/N!” He yelled in return.

My legs quivered as he drew closer and when he was right in front of me, they gave out completely. Techno caught me and pulled me as close as he could to his chest, keeping in mind the arrow that was poking from my shoulder. “What happened?!” He questioned in a panic, his eyes scanning over my body. “Mobs.” I whimpered, clutching his shoulders tightly. “I told you to be careful, damnit” He hissed, scooping my legs into his arms and carrying me bridal style to the house. “I was,” I whimpered. My body must have sensed that I was now in a safe place because my vision went black and I completely collapsed into Techno’s arms.

*Small Time Skip*

My shoulder’s cold. That was the first thing I could think of when I came too. What’s on my shoulder? I let out a groan as my eyes fluttered open. I wasn’t in the mine or outside in the snow. I was in Techno and my shared bedroom. I slowly turned my head to look at my shoulder. The arrow had been removed and it was now wrapped in gauze and an ice pack sat on top of it. My throat was dry and my body ached, less than it did, but I was still sore. “Techno?” I croaked, hoping he could hear me.

I didn’t have to wait long. The door swung open within seconds and there stood my pink headed boyfriend. “Y/N” He breathed, rushing toward the side of my bed. He leaned down and pressed a sweet and careful kiss to my lips before kneeling down beside me, clutching my hand tightly. “You scared the hell out of me,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. “I’m sorry,” I whispered back. Techno let out a small sigh before kissing my hand again. “Don’t be sorry love. It’s not your fault. I should have gone with you or sent you with better protection.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes lovingly, “It’s not your fault” I playfully mocked, bringing his hand to my mouth and kissing it. Techno chuckled deeply at my statement.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned, standing up slightly, his eyes glancing over my injuries. “Okay” I told him, “I’m a bit sore, but okay. I could use a glass of water,” I hinted. Techno chuckled and nodded, “On it,” He quickly left the room and returned with a glass of water. My boyfriend held the glass to my lips and helped me drink. Once I was done, he set the glass down on the nightstand. “Anything else?” he asked. I slowly extended my arms and made grabby hands. Techno laughed and got the hint, crawling in bed beside me. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me, making sure that what he was doing wasn’t causing me any pain. Once he was sure I was okay, he pulled me close to his chest, pressing kisses on my head. I giggled at the feeling and allowed myself to relax in his arms.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” I whispered. Techno hummed, “Anytime love. I’ll always be there for you. Just try not to scare me like that again. When you fell… I just felt my heart stop. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” I nodded slowly into his chest, “I’m glad you were there to catch me when I fell. My legs just gave out. It took me so long to get back up from the mine and I was so tired…” “I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall. Just don’t make a habit of it.” The two of us shared a laugh about that. “I promise,” I murmured, letting out a yawn. “You’re tired, you should sleep more. I’ll still be here when you wake.” Techno murmured in my ear. I let out a tired hum and nodded. “Okay… I love you” “I love you too… so much”

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Roman’s Lady is his Luck

Part 2c

Summary: In passion and love you are together yet Roman’s voice sometimes is a stormy cloud.

Warning: Language, Voilence, Torture, blood mentioned, sex

The man backed up. “Roman, come on. We all know that the women, you usually have are not ladies.”

Right then, Roman’s friend Bernard who had greeted the two of you showed up.

“How was the game everyone?”

“Great.” Roman, looked at the two men who came with the man. “Take him away.” He pointed to the man who insulted your presence.

“Hey, wait a second.” The man said, panic evident in his voice.

The bald man nodded. “Take him to our place. Roman and I will handle him later.” The man, then looked at the two of you. “How is the room?” A wide, toothy smile spread across his face.

Roman’s mood, finally shifted. “It is very nice.” He smiled looking at you. “We love it.”

“Perfect.”

You went over to Roman’s side. “I love it. It’s fantastic.” You echoed.

“Fantastic.”

“Y/N, were right about to check out the Mob Museum.” He squeezed your hip.

“Yes, we were. I love all that old school gangster stuff.”

“Well, you two have fun. And Roman, I’ll keep him till your ready.”

Roman smiled, “We’ll be back around six. I’ll be down after that.”

*****

“Ooo look at these!” You pointed at the Bugsy Siegel’s. Sunglasses. They reminded you of a pair sometimes, Roman would wear. Only his were much better.

“Yeah. Mine are better.” He chuckled.

“You bet they are.” Looping you arm with his, you went on to look at the next exhibits. “And you are much better looking too.” You whispered in his ear.

He smirked. “I’ve got the best moll of them all.”

You flushed. “I want to be.”

******

“Come here baby.” He pulled you close, once you were back at the suite.

“Yes, Roman.” Your arms wrapped around him.

“I’m going to go and take of that man now. What are you going to be up to?”

“I’ll go shopping.”

“I’ll come find you.” He knew how much you loved to shop, there were some wonderful stores out here. He had to meet with one of his favorite tailors out here, he mused.

You smiled. “I’d like that.” You tilted your head to one side. “Roman, are you going to kill him?”

“I might.” He grew serious, never discussed such things with anyone. Not even, Victor. “Why?” He looked at you.

“You don’t have to kill everyone who insults me.”

“The stewardess, is still alive.”

“That’s good.” As you looked down, he knew you were not challenging him. He actually felt something. No one really ever cared about his actions. “I guess.” You looked at him finally. “I don’t want you to feel you have to kill everyone who is horrible to me.”

“But I enjoy it.” He smirked. He did. He enjoyed making people squirm and pay when they crossed him.

He could hear your concern. “I just don’t want to give Bat-brain or Gordon more of a reason to go after you.”

He gave you a warm smile. He drew a finger along your jaw. “Don’t worry baby. They’re small minnows in my pond, they don’t worry me.” You concern, and knowing his prowess, he wanted you to be assured.

“When you say it like that, I guess you’re right.”

“I am.” He nodded. “Now go and get some pretty things for yourself. And I will come find you.”

******

Bernard, handed him his mask before the car came to a stop.

“I forgot kept one here in case.” He smiled as he looked at it. He slid it on, then making sure his gloves fit well, he got out of the car. “Thank you,” He looked at Victor. “Sorry to interupt your game. I know this is a vacation for you too.”

“Not a problem, boss. This asshole has to be dealt with.”

With Victor behind him, he began making his way, to the abandoned factory. Distantly, he wondered what store you were shopping at.

*****

A thrill went through you. The more you thought about it, you actually enjoyed what a powerful person in Gotham he was, and that he loved you made even more exciting.

Wandering down by the shops, you stopped and looked at the three statues. Looking past one of them you spotted one of your favorite stores. You had thought it was only in Gotham, happily you were wrong and you made your way over to it.

******

He walked in and saw the man tied up and gagged. Under the mask, his lips curled into a smile. He flinched as he neared.

“Do you know why you are here?” He asked as he reached into his pocket and took out one of his knives.

******

Once in the boutique, you went over to a rack of colorful and pretty dresses. Seeing a few in your size, you grabbed them to try one.

You also spotted a few blouses and skirts. You were in heaven. Soon, the dressing room was filled with color and several types of fabrics.

She settled on a few items before moving among several other boutiques, there was a wake of color fabrics in her wake.

*****

The man sputtered and gasped and begged. “Please, I thought I was just being honest.”

He coughed and screamed.

Roman, enjoyed seeing him squirm. “Well, you shouldn’t insult a man’s girl. It doesn’t matter who she is.”

“I...I...”

“You fucking what? You’re beginning to bore me.”

“I promise not too do it again.” He man, whimpered.

“Victor, hold this asshole down will you?” He saw an instense fear light his eyes as color continued to drain from his face. It made Roman happy. He grabbed the man by his jaw. “Oh do you, stick out your fucking tongue.”

******

Finally, you spotted a guilty pleasure. Your favorite lingerie store. Well, to be honest it was because, the first time Roman was away he bought you the most beautiful pieces from it when he bad business in London.

Maybe you could find something to wear under that dress he surprised you with.

Perhaps, something silky to go under the black silky dress. Or perhaps something with lace. So many wonderful items to pick from.

*****

Blood poured from the man’s tongue, slipping his mask off he leaned in close. “Now you will know not to let your tongue wag about another man’s girl.”

“Yes.” The man sputtered.

******

You gasped as you walked out of the dressing room and saw Roman, leaning there. “Roman!” You said excitedly and went over to him.

He smiled and held you close. “Having, fun baby?”

“Yes. I was just finishing up.” You looked around a little shy. “Would you like me to put on a little fashion show for you?” Excitement, over the idea, curled in your stomach.

He smirked. “I’d like that.”

******

*******

Finding, your mp3 player you cued up some music. You were a little shy at first but then you got into it.

As he lounged there with his shirt jacket off, excitement built in you.

A fire began to build in his eyes. “You are beautiful.” His voice was raspy. You could feel very word. They excited you.

*****

Damn, watching your curves under all those items of clothing was absolutely amazing. His heart beat with the music.

His lips curled in his excitement as he watched you. The music added to it but it was all you.

When you were finally in a little teddy. He beckoned to you. “Come here baby.”

He pulled you onto his lap. His hand slipped under the teddy to rest on your hips. He gave them a squeeze.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Yes.” You reached up and ran your fingers through your hair.

“I listened to you today.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I didn’t kill him. But he will remember to not ever act like that again.”

“Oh, Roman I don’t know what to say.” You were shocked. You’d never thought he’d listen. As it was, you were terrified about saying something earlier. It really had not been your place. But that he listened to you, honestly touched your heart.

“You were right. Sometimes a punishment can be more fun.” He smirked. “You can kiss me.”

As your small hand laid on his cheek, he closed his eyes for a moment as he did he then felt your lips. He repressed the sound that came frlm

He moved fast making you gasp and pulling a soft sound from you as he now was over you.

“I can’t wait. I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

He made quick moves and opening his slacks, he easily took himself out. “Oh, that is my girl.” When he saw you had not slipped on any panties.

Bracing himself on the armrest, he entered you. A moan poured from his lips which mingled with yours.

He loved the feel of your legs as they wrapped around his waist almost as much as being deep with you.

“Baby.” He breathed, as your fingers were deep in his hair.

*****

Your teddy rested on your hips as you curled up to him on the sofa. You pressed a kiss on his cheek. Delighting, in the light touch of scruff.

“I’m glad you enjoyed my little show.”

He turned his head to smile at you, “I did. I could barely control myself.”

You flushed and hid your face into his shoulder.

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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It’s time for some more Italian loving tonight, with a special dedication for @ichildyourparentswarnedyouabout 😈

SUMMARY: Another interview with Santino leads to another round of pleasures. Words: 2601; Warnings: smut ahead, also a brief description of bomb killing someone, so be careful with that;

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The lights were dimmed, full bottle of whisky placed on the coffee table right next to the sofa you both were sitting on. He seemed more relaxed now, the top buttons of his shirt undone, soft skin of his chest visible and you had to fight off the urge to touch him, to roam your hands all over his body, to feel his tanned skin under your palms.

You could feel the tension between the two of you, those electric sparks that flicked between you even though you were almost sat on the opposite ends of the sofa.

“Do you wish you had a normal life?” you asked, after few moments of you scribbling something down in your notes.

He sat straight with a loud sigh, “Define ‘normal’, bella” his voice, as always, was like music to your ears, but you had to remain professional. You will get your reward when you’re done talking.

“Normal, like… not being a mobster normal. I know it’s probably hard to imagine…” you laughed a little, playing with the pen you held in your hand.

“You know I was born into a mob family, there’s only one way I could avoid that faith.”

You shifted to open the bottle and pour both of you a full glass, “Which is…?”

“Death” he took one glass from your hand, taking an immediate sip from it. This question now seemed not well thought, perhaps you should rephrase it or ask him about something else. But now… now you felt somehow guilty, even though you haven’t done anything wrongly. It’s his answer that bothered you the most…

“What are you thinking about, bella?” his hand brushed against your knee gently. He left it there for a moment, like he was longing for your body, for the feel of your skin under his hand.

Felt like the longing feeling was mutual, you two wanted each other, but still were too shy to say it out loud.

“Nothing really…” you shrugged, “it’s nothing… My thoughts shouldn’t be your concern, Santino” a small smile on your lips wasn’t enough for him and he leaned closer, his hand still on your knee.

“Don’t be feared to ask grande questions, bella. They’re as important as the small ones” he said, taking another sip of his drink.

“I’m not” you assured him, trying to come as confident as you were the last time when the two talked and the evening ended on a quite… reckless manner, “Do you need an ashtray? I think I forgot about that…” you put your notes aside and stood up, slowly wandering into the kitchen.

“Si, bella, you look like you need cigarette too… or do you prefer cigars?” he asked and you could feel his eyes on you from behind you, now he was the one asking a question and every time he did so, you felt like he was asking you about something wrong you did earlier, wanting you to confirm it, so he could scold you for that later. Perhaps it was the power you knew he had, that made you feel this way.

“I’ve never smoke a cigar before…” you came back with a crystal ashtray in your hand, placing it on the table right between the two of you.

“I’d love to share one with you, someday, if you’d like to, bella” he squeezed your knee smiling, shifting and leaning back against the cushions of the sofa.

“I’ll… I’ll think about that” you smiled, nodding a little. “Let’s get back to serious questions then… Have you ever seen something you’ve wanted… but you can’t ever have?”

“Freedom” he spat out, closing his eyes for a moment, “freedom of choices… freedom as walking freely without a bunch of bodyguards around the town. I have to be constantly guarded, because everything… everyone in this world wants me dead” he grinned, looking like he was deep in thought for a moment, his eyes growing wider and you didn’t dare to interrupt him, just waiting for him to order his thoughts, “you’re one from the small amount of people that doesn’t carry around any weapons near me.”

“My pen is the greatest weapon I have” you smiled a little, scribbling down another set of words in your notes, “and sometimes they’re better than any kind of weapon.”

“You’re right, bella, words can hurt just like a stab wounds” he took another sip and placed the empty glass on the table.

“You sound like you know something about that…” he scratched his head a little and nodded silently, “Alright… have you ever seen something you’d wish to forget?”

Santino’s gaze seem distant, his nose scrunched and it look like his eyes glistened with few tears that started to pool in the corners of his baby blues.

“One day we… we made a mistake…” his voice trembled, hands began to shake, “we planted a bomb under a car, ‘lavoro semplice’ they were saying…” he hid his face in his palm for a moment, like he needed to gain some composure before he could speak again “Turns out it was a wrong car and I-I… I had to watch a mother with two kids… one was still an infant, in a baby holder a-and… the other one was about five I think?” a single tear rolled down his cheek. “Cazzo” he cursed under his breath, wiping it of with the sleeve of his shirt, “I watched as they blew up with the car a-and I… I couldn’t help them, che cazzo!”

“I-it’s alright…” you squeezed his hand, trying to soothe him somehow, but you knew it wouldn’t help.

Santino pressed his face to your open palm and you could feel how the tears were running down his face. He sniffled a little, but when he looked up at you he was again hidden behind the cold fasad of a mobster.

“Okay… some light ones now” you swiped the damp spots from your face with your hand, “Do you have a favorite Italian food?”

“Oh, bella, it’s hard to pick just one. I am an Italian man, I love Italian food just like I love making love to a beautiful woman” Santino winked a little and you bit down onto your lip.

The tension was growing bigger and bigger, and you were trying your hardest to fight it off.

“I asked you about your fav food, but I’m more curious about one thing… Do you cook?” a small giggle left his lips and he moved closer to you, the space between your bodies disappearing almost completely.

He thought for a moment, “I know it might be surprising to your readers, bella, but yes I do” he chuckled a little, “actually you should try my Fettuccine Alfredo one day, if you’d be willing to go on a date with me, one day, bella” he laughed, shaking his head, his eyes focusing on you again.

You blushed, shaking your head, “Last one for today… Have you ever been in love?”

A sigh left his mouth. He reached out his hand for the glass and almost drank everything in one take, “Only once. It was that kind of love that burns everything around and the only thing that’s left is the two of you. We… we were young, I was too spericolato and I-I lost her” he drank what was left of the whisky and placed the glass back onto the table with a loud thud, “She’s probably married now, living a happy life with someone and I… I decided not to fall for someone the way I did for her.”

“Do you think about her?”

“I did… when the times were simpler, now the time runs too fast to have it for melancholia. I am soft, at heart, but no one really sees the side of me on a daily basis” he leaned onto his elbow, his eyes carefully scanning your face, like he was scared of your reaction.

“Yet you’re saying that now… to me” you looked up at him.

“Because I trust you, bella, I know you’re different than the others” he gently wrapped his hand around yours, before he lifted it slightly only to press a fiery kiss to it.

“Santino…” you breathed out, putting your notes along with your pen aside.

“Bella…” he mumbled, pressing more and more kisses up your arm, not missing a single place, until he reached your arm, where he stopped and brushed your hair away from your neck, “I want you.”

“I want you too, Santino.”

His kiss was slow, searing, stirring that fire in your belly, and you wrapped your arm around his neck, pressing yourself up against him, nails scratching at the back of his head and he kissed you deeply, his lips moving with yours, demanding, wanting.

He moaned quietly into your mouth when you kissed him harder, his free hand moving up into your hair, running his fingers through it to pull you closer, his body lifted from the back of the sofa, pressing himself close to you and pulling you in, “Mmmm, bella…” he hummed.

You smiled into the kiss, nibbling teasingly at his bottom lip, your hand wandering up into his hair, tugging lightly on it, eliciting a soft moan from his lips and you let your nails scratch lightly at his skin, his strong chest warm under your touch.

“Santino…”

He moaned into your mouth again, kissing you harder, slowly but surely getting lost into the kiss.

Your breathing was slowly becoming shallow and you drew back slightly to take a breath, taking a quick look at him, his lustful eyes devouring your figure, then meeting his eager lips again. Santino never failed to make your heart beat as fast as the first time he kissed you and you pressed yourself closer to him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and running your hand down his warm skin before reaching his belt, feeling him tense already, his hips lifting slightly from the side.

Smiling into the kiss, you drew back again, this time to look at him and it took a moment for him to open his eyes, the look in them hopeful, needy and you brushed back his hair gently before unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants and drawing down the zipper, holding his gaze.

He sighed out with relief when you reached into his pants, started massaging his already semi-hard length through the fabric of his underwear, unlocking your eyes only to dip your head down and attach your lips to his neck, sucking gently on his skin and it drove him crazy.

He arched his neck to the side to give you better access and you brought your hand to the back of his head again, angling it slightly so you could reach, suckling, kissing at his neck.

“Mmmm, cazzo, bella…” he sighed, his hips once again stirring upwards, his grip tightening on your hair to gain some sort of leverage, “P-Please…”

You hummed, biting down lightly on his neck, deciding not to tease him too much, reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock, wrapping your fingers around it and starting to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he moaned for you instantly, bucked his hips upwards and tugged lightly at your hair, making you moan quietly too.

“Oh, c-cazzo! Bella… stop teasing…” you smiled against his skin, starting to move your hand faster, your fingers wrapped tightly around him as you pumped him, his little breaths and moans encouraging you, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard and you trailed your soft kisses downwards, sucking lightly at his throat but never quite long enough to mark him, the way you were slowly making him come undone for you, slowly making him weak staring to get to you and you pressed your own legs together, the dull throbbing between your thighs becoming more and more prominent.

“Relax now, Santino…” you breathed, running your fingers soothingly through his hair, your hand still moving slowly, building and building his pleasure but never quite giving him exactly what he needed, slowing when he got close.

He nodded eagerly, pressing his lips together, his eyes fluttering shut when you tugged on his hair again so you shuffled backwards and bent forward, his fist secured in your hair and you gave him a few more pumps before opening your mouth and letting him sink past your lips, tight and soft around him and you pressed your tongue flat to the underside of his cock, holding your breath when you felt his hips buck forward again slightly, allowing him to push into the back of your throat, swallowing around him.

A strangled moan fell from his lips, his breathing now shallow and quick, “You’re so-” he drawled, his voice instantly trailing off into another moan as you swirl your tongue around him, gasping when you lifted your head and took a breath, not letting him slide of your mouth completely, suckling on the tip greedily while pumping the base of his cock with your hand.

His chest was rising and falling quickly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you looked up at him, his eyes instantly meeting yours, wide and focused on watching your every move carefully.

You closed your eyes and took all of him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks before starting to suck him properly, steadying yourself on his thigh with your other hand, his groans and little bucks of his hips all you needed to encourage you.

Santino was breathing unevenly, praises rolling off his tongue continuously, his accent thicker, his voice deeper and you could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, moaning around him and sending vibrations up his body.

He threw his head back with a soft sigh, his eyes shut tightly.

He moans loudly, trembles, hips bucking towards you once again and you let out a soft hum, sending vibrations up his body before drawing back to take a breath, letting him slide back out of your mouth again but he’s got a tight grip on the back of your head now and pushes his cock back inside, rather forceful now, desperate and afraid that you’ll stop.

You’re struggling to breathe for a moment, hold on to the back of his thighs to sit and hold your head upright so he can angle his hips right to push it and out and he starts fucking your mouth, picking up a steady pace, groaning, only growing louder each time his cock hits the back of your throat and slides all the way inside your mouth.

You moan loudly, taking him into your mouth again, starting to bob your head faster as you suck him needily, drooling around him as his hips start to rock forward again.

“Ooooh, bella, it feels… magnifico…”

You smirk, just suckling on his tip for a moment, not opening your mouth properly but keeping your eyes locked with his. He lets out a shakily breath and you know he’s close now.

He’s all breaths and obscene moans as he lets go, fisting your hair and gripping onto the back of your head, praises of your name rolling off his tongue and he throws his head back, hips bucking forward continuously as his release coats the back of your throat and you swallow it all down, swallow around his tip and he’s trembling.

“Santino…” you breath out looking up at him, his head pressed into the pillows, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape.

“Ho l'impressione… mi sto innamorando di te.”

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lyricalbowties · 5 years

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A Latte Fun || Klaine

Tagging→ Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Where→ Latte Fun, coffee house When→ 10/4/19 Warnings→ n/a

Blaine

To Blaine, this meeting of the campus glee club could not end soon enough. And it wasn’t because he didn’t want to be there, or he found it boring. He was just, admittedly, a little excited to get to spend time with Kurt. This was the day he was going to surprise order a drink for Kurt and hopefully, if all went well, Kurt would approve. It seemed stupid to be excited about such a thing, but for some reason Blaine was eager to get out of glee club and go. Kurt was incredibly nice and interesting to talk to and surprisingly easy. Sometimes Blaine had a hard time talking to people especially guys, with girls he didn’t feel the need to put on as much of an act. But with Kurt it was easy. Blaine liked that.

Once they had finished and said goodbyes to the rest of the club, and Blaine made sure to slip away from Rachel to make sure that there would be no unwanted tagalong, he moved up beside Kurt. “So, ready to go?” Blaine adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder doing his best to keep the majority of his eagerness hidden. “There is this great coffee house not too far from here. It’s called Latte Fun.” He said proud and with a grin, as if he came up with the pun himself. “It’s actually really nice, there are books too and some study areas. It’s very casual compared to Starbucks, less commercial and their coffee is out of this world.”

Kurt

While usually sitting near the front to be as involved as possible, Kurt found himself hanging in the back today with his notepad open in his lap. His mind more focused on getting a sketch done for his fashion design class compared to practicing vocal exercises. There'd be plenty of time to do that in the future, no reason to stress about it. Not now at least.

By the time the club ended, he was a little proud of the finished product and was a little startled by Blaine's sudden appearance at his side as he collected his things and started to head out. Definitely wasn't anything that he was about to complain about, and he recovered with a bright grin. He liked Blaine. He was very helpful, sweet, and had to be one of the better dressed guys that he's seen on campus which he could respect off the bat. It also helped that he wasn't bad on the eyes either, but that was neither here or there. A quick slip of his notebook into his bag, and he's giving the other his full attention.

"I certainly am!" A half-lie as he got too wrapped up in his homework that he forgot for a hot second. "I've been looking forward to this. Somewhere that isn't the common area of my dorms is going to be an upgrade." Clutching at his own book bag strap, Kurt gives a generic nod as he heads away from the music room and out of the building at long last and out into the fresh air. "Latte Fun." He repeats to himself, giving a small laugh. "Is this the coffee shop you find yourself at when you need to study? Or are you one of those people who prefer holing themself up in their apartment or a library?"

Blaine

Blaine couldn’t help but grin stupidly as Kurt said he was looking forward to getting coffee. He turned his head away from Kurt and stared in front of him in an attempt to hide it. It was almost an involuntary smile and the more Blaine thought about it it made him smile more which was absurd. He cleared his throat softly and made sure to hold the door open for Kurt as they left the building. Blaine gestured in the direction they would be walking, it was just a block away from where they were which was perfect. Although, Blaine found himself thinking that he wouldn’t mind a longer walk with Kurt.

Well. That was enough of those thoughts. He needed to calm down. Blaine managed to get this way with any guy he thought was attractive. He had to take it down a notch and not let his mind wander like that everytime, even if it was a simple innocent thought. Don’t entertain it. Don’t risk it.

“Oh, well.” Blaine began, his cheeks flushed a little before he continued. “No, but not because the atmosphere isn’t great. I started out by studying in the library last year but I prefer to listen to music when I study and, well, I temporarily forgot where I was and might have broken out into the chorus of Mr. Brightside.” Blaine chuckled softly. “Since then, I’ve decided that it’s better for me, and everyone else if I just stick to my apartment. I can’t be trusted with a good song.”

Blaine tilted his head towards Kurt, “But, if you’re a person who can be trusted not to cause a public disturbance, I think Latte Fun would be a good place to go. There are some incredibly comfy chairs too. And,” He added with a bit of urgency, “just like the coffee please feel free to be honest with me if you hate the place. If it’s not your style, that’s okay. I might be talking it up too much.”

Kurt

Kurt took notice of the way the others cheeks flushed, even ever so slightly. How could he not? He didn't have any kind of reaction like that often. Innocent or not. Really it was a little flattering if he admitted it to himself, silently of course. It was a nice look on Blaine. As he let himself give him a quick once over as he passed through the door, he decided there possibly wasn't a bad look on him that he could think of. No matter what he said about the hair situation. Which he was refusing to bring up. Not now anyway. There'd be time for that topic.

Having Blaine confess that he broke into song out in the open though gets Kurt giving a warm soft laugh, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he does. "Oh. I wouldn't have thought that a public disturbance, though! I am sure everyone was a little blessed in that moment." He gives Blaine a little nudge in the shoulder with his own. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It happens to the best of us. Like Finn came in on me studying in the common area singing to myself to recruit me for Glee Club." If anything he was now making it a silent point of his to get Blaine for a study break in a public space. Probably for selfish reasons. Whether it was because he preferred good company who he didn't feel on edge with, or maybe because he wouldn't mind a private performance in person in the middle of studying and attempting to write an essay.

"Do you actually think I'm not going to like this place? The way you describe it sounds relaxing, cozy, and like the perfect atmosphere. Plus everyone knows, coffee and books combined is the best smell anyone could think of." He tilts his head back towards Blaine mirroring him with a bit of a smirk. "Relax. I'm not as picky as I like to pretend I am." A bit of a light hearted sigh follows and Kurt straightens his posture again as the walk continues, being more mindful to make physical memories so he could find this place on his own if need be.

After a comfortable pause, Kurt presses on. "So, Mr. Brightside, huh?" He asks, glancing towards Blaine again, brow raised. "What other goodies do you have in that repertoire of yours? Do you always listen to rock when studying, or do you have a variety?"

Blaine

Blaine chuckled softly, grinning ear to ear as Kurt nudged him. “I don’t know if everyone around me, including the librarians would have used that word.” What he didn’t tell Kurt was that it had happened on more than one occasion and he nearly got himself banned from the library. How embarrassing was that, to almost get banned from the campus library for breaking out into a one man flash mob? And when Kurt said to not be too hard on himself he tried not to let the smile waver completely.

“Ah so, you have caused a public disturbance.” He said with a sly smirk directed at Kurt. “Well, I’m glad he heard you. Otherwise we might not be getting coffee right now.” Blaine said, and that was a rather sad thought. He truly hoped Kurt liked Latte Fun, he wanted there to be a place he could randomly run into Kurt. “Oh, no” Blaine began, a little bit of panic in his voice “I didn’t--I don’t think that you’re picky. That’s not what I meant. I just tend to build things up sometimes and I wouldn’t be offended if you honestly didn’t like it. That’s all.”

Way to go Blaine. He chided himself, his eyes directed forward now the coffee house within sight across the street. When Kurt spoke again Blaine drew in a deep breath and held it for a moment. When he exhaled he grinned, “Yeah. You’re going to think I’m a little excessive. I have multiple playlists and it usually depends on what I’m studying and what mood I’m in. Mostly it’s pop, rock, or somewhere in between. There’s some classical, some separated by decade..I have one for showtunes, but I don’t study with that playlist. It’s far too difficult to keep quiet when I’m listening to it.” He paused a moment, “I can share them with you sometime, if you’d like.”

Kurt

There's a warm laugh at the others words. He had to hand it to him there. Librarians were known to be super strict when it came to how much sound a person was allowed to make within the building. Part of him understood it. The other part wanted to be more defiant as they were people. No one should be made to feel silent, right? He had to shake himself from that though before it spiraled into something else. Not today. Not now. He was in good company. Last thing he needed was to let his mind run away with past thoughts that shouldn't matter anymore. He was safe here. Safe with Blaine.

"I wouldn't call it a disturbance," he's quick to defend himself with a little grin as he glances away, hiding the mixture of amusement and a point to not blush at his own admission, "I was completely alone. If anything, he came in and disturbed me." A little cackle follows. "Although I wasn't about to complain, because I can also get carried away. Can't help it. Broadway musicals, they have a way to sweep you out of the moment and put you on a stage in a heart beat." There's a wistful sigh, lifting his shoulders in an over the top shrug.

It was only Blaine's sudden need to correct himself that has the porcelain boy stopping in the walk, eyebrows lifted in surprise. With an equal need to soothe, he reaches out to gently touch at Blaine's upper arm, hoping to ground him back to Earth by doing so. "Blaine, relax. I was kidding. I definitely don't peg you for someone to stereotype off the bat like that." Tipping his head, he removes his hand and returns it to his bookbag strap, continuing on the path.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to accidentally put words in your mouth like that. Definitely wasn't the intention, I promise."Relief at the topic change nonetheless, he picks right back up in his confident stride, taking in the new information as his coffee buddy offered it to him. All of it sounded like good choices, vague but still enough for him to get a basic idea.

"Oh, no. Definitely not thinking that at all. I have my own lists categorized by different situations, genres, routines—you name it." He holds up a finger. "And it's nothing to be ashamed about. Especially for a music therapist." A gentle poke against Blaine's arm, giving a serious nod. "But I would like that. You sharing your music taste with me. So long as you don't judge me if I start randomly bursting out into song if I favor something in your selection."

Blaine

Blaine arched a brow, smiling a little over to Kurt. There was something endearing about the idea of the other man singing alone with his guard completely down and how genuine it must have been. Blaine was a little jealous of Finn in that moment, wishing he had been the one to stumble upon such a sight. “That’s incredibly beautiful.” He said, when Kurt described musicals. “And I agree with you. It is one reason I don’t listen to Broadway in public, I am far more likely to break out into song. It’s easy to get swept away by them, I think there is some level of romance to it all.” Blaine felt his cheeks start to heat up at that admissions.

And when Kurt touched them the rouge in his cheeks continued. Blaine tensed a little before taking a calming breath and smiled. “You don’t have to apologize.” He sighed. “I’m glad you don’t think that though. It’s just we don’t know each other that well yet, and I didn’t want you to think that I was making that assumption about you.” He was slightly embarrassed for his reaction but at the same time he wanted to make a good impression with Kurt.

He cleared his throat and pressed the button as they stopped at the crosswalk.The coffee house was just across the street and Blaine realized he had no idea what he was going to order for Kurt. There were a few ideas he had but nothing Blaine had settled on. He turned to face Kurt waiting for their time to cross.“I’m glad I am not the only person who puts that much time into their music. I like a variety of music but I am kind of stuck on a few albums right now. Pink’s new album is pretty great but really emotional at the same time so I need a little pick me up after that. That’s where I go to one of my more upbeat positive playlists, usually my 80’s playlist. Because if Wake Me Up Before you Go-Go doesn’t make you smile, I’m not sure what will.”

When the light turned and it was their time to cross, Blaine gesture for Kurt to go first and he caught up quickly to be next to him again. “Kurt, you’re talking to the guy who broke out into song in a library. I wouldn’t judge you for that. I would be the last one to do so.” He said with a wink.

Kurt

Beautiful. That was a word he hadn't thought he'd hear describe anything he did. For all he knew, that was just a word used in books or movies, anywhere fictional really. But real life? It brought color into his pale cheeks, tinting them pink. Flattery was something he was sure he was going to feel a lot around Blaine already. He already got a kick of it from others, but at least now it was getting his face to react positively. Blushing was a positive reaction, right? He unknowingly makes a face to himself for a moment. Contemplating. Analyzing. If only to keep his brain from moving other places, or digging too deep behind the why's behind those kinds of thoughts.

Chewing on his bottom lip as he sets to cross the street, giving a sigh of contentment. "You can never go wrong with Pink." He agrees, giving an enthusiastic nod. "I still have her first album that I find myself rocking out to, like it's nothing." He gives himself an exasperated sigh at himself, though he's still got a grin on his face as he reaches the other side of the crosswalk. "I can't tell you how many times I've been empowered by 'So What'. One of the better post-break up songs to exist." There's a bit of a flash of some unknown emotion across his face, but it was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of thing that is easily replaced with a calming skill he's picked up over the last year.

"Good to know! Because seriously, sounds like you have a top notch list of artists that I'm gonna enjoy snooping through once you let me." Giving Blaine a wink back, he reaches the door first and gives it a pull, gesturing the other inside first.Blaine had been right. This place was amazing. The warm scent of coffee beans was always comforting, washing over him like a blanket. He has to inhale deeply, wanting to fill his lungs with as much of the atmosphere as possible. The cozy chairs, the lines of bookshelves of books just begging to be touched from where they were so neatly lined in their rows. Transporting Kurt into a different era almost, where everything seemed more simple. More romantic. Just better.

When he does find his voice again, he exhales loudly as if he had been holding his breath that entire time. "Wow." Shaking his head, he does a full three-sixty turn to take everything in, all over again. "I now understand what Belle felt when she saw the Beast's library for the first time."

Blaine

The color rising in Kurt’s own cheeks did not go unnoticed by Blaine. He was glad he was not the only one blushing. He wondered what it was that he had said to make the color appear. Blaine wanted to be able to do it again in the future, it was a good look on Kurt. Blaine watched him a moment and briefly thought he saw Kurt’s face change but maybe Blaine is seeing things. He just smiles at the other man as he walks beside him, listening to him talk about Pink and rocking out to her first album and ‘So What’.

Blaine tilts his head and chuckles at the idea of Kurt rocking out. Not that it seems absurd but because there is a little bit of air that Kurt’s presence naturally gives off that says he only performs music not ‘rocks out’. He gives a nod and is too busy thinking about the image of Kurt really getting into the music to notice the implications behind what he just said. The dots didn’t connect between him being empowered by what he believed to be one of the better post-break up songs. Instead, he replies with “‘Raise Your Glass’ is another great one. I’ve spent a lot of nights feeling empowered by that in my room. My playlists are your playlists any time you want them.”

As they approach the building he tries to go for the door but Kurt has already beat him to it. Blaine believes that the only reason he wasn’t able to get the door first was because of the wink Kurt had given him, causing Blaine to freeze for a moment and not know what to do. Thankfully he recovered well enough to walk in a head of Kurt, turning to see what his reaction would be. The moment Blaine saw Kurt’s face a large smile stretched itself across Blaine’s. He pulled his lips in trying to control his smile but his own excitement was hard to contain.

“I’m going to take that reaction as an, ‘I like it’.” Blaine paused a moment, “Wait. Would that make me the Beast in this scenario?” He joked with a raised brow. Blaine elbowed Kurt lightly in the side. “Come on, I have a perfect spot for us then I’ll go get our coffee.” He guided Kurt toward the back off the coffee house, all the whole Blaine prayed that his table was unoccupied. And by the grace of whatever existed, it was. There was a slight bounce in his step as he showed Kurt a corner with two wingback chairs and a small table between the two.

“This is my favorite place. It’s quiet and away from most of the other tables and chairs. Plus, these are the only two chairs like this in the whole place. Makes it even more special.” Blaine took his bag off from around his shoulders and set it down beside one of the chairs, making sure to grab his money before he stood back up. “Alright, make yourself comfortable I’ll be back shortly with your surprise coffee.”

Kurt

He doesn't even try to cover his amusement at the idea of Blaine being the beast in any scenario. Sure, he didn't know the guy that long, but with those soft edges and always a positive persona, there was nothing beastly about him. The image was ridiculous and Kurt curls his lips into his mouth with a shake of his head at the question. "While you do hold Disney Prince appearances, I don't think the Beast is your style." He teases back, easily following into step towards the designated area that the other had in mind.

Relieved it was in a more quiet and secluded area, Kurt makes himself at home. Setting his bag on the floor beside one of the chairs, he takes a seat. Making note that he would probably need one of these in his dorm room if he could sneak it past his roommate's ideals of making it a dirty clothes hamper to toss things on. It made his nose wrinkle from that thought.

"Well, I'm very glad to be thought of as deserving of your favorite and special chairs." Even his cheeks flush a little once more as he says the words themselves. It sounded so much better in his head and he has to duck his head to prevent his own embarrassment at his words to heat his entire face up. God. Why was he like this?

Merely giving a double thumbs up at the instruction to make himself comfortable, Kurt settles into the chair more and removes his phone to check for notifications. Only a few things from Twitter and maybe something from his dad on Facebook which got him deciding it was best not to check that while he was with friends. Last time his dad shared something on Facebook, it had been childhood pictures of that awkward phase of being a toddler. Didn't need Blaine seeing those, even on accident.

Blaine

Blaine hesitated a moment, the comment about looking like a Disney Prince had caught him off guard. He blinked and smiled a little at Kurt, he wanted to reply with a ‘you too’ but the words didn’t come out. Blaine watched Kurt’s face for every reaction he could in hopes that this place was to his satisfaction. Without realizing it, Blaine had been holding his breath. When Kurt settled into the chair and seemed comfortable enough Blaine left to order their coffee.

As soon as Blaine turned away and briskly walked back to the front, his entire face heated up. Okay, Anderson just calm down. He told himself drawing in a deep breath. This was most nervous he had been around a single person in a while. The party and the boy with the pastel hair didn’t count. That was a different type of nervous. That was more of an ‘everyone could find out here at this crowded party where people are incredibly trashed’ kind of nervous.

At the front Blaine flashed a smile at the barista behind the counter, her auburn hair pulled up into a messy bun on her head, with two sharpies sticking out of it. He ordered his usual, just a basic medium drip. And he paused,his eyes scanning over the menu. “Uhm.” Blaine glanced back to where he could see Kurt and grinned a moment and turned back to the barista.

He lowered his voice a little. “I’m trying to surprise my friend over there with coffee. Not just any coffee, but like a surprise coffee drink.” Boy, did he sound ridiculous. Blaine sighed and tried again to explain a little more rushed this time. “You see, he’s trusting me with picking something he’d like but I don’t know what he likes and I don’t want to mess this up.”

The barista looked over in Kurt’s direction and back to Blaine with a knowing smirk. “Oh, first date huh?”

“What? No.” The smile from Blaine’s face dropped. “No, he’s just a friend. A new friend. Look, I just need a suggestion. I’m thinking something that has caramel or cinnamon in it. Can you just whip something up for me, please? Oh, and two of those pumpkin shaped cookies.”

Nearly mortified by the interaction, Blaine paid the barista and took their drinks and cookies back to where Kurt was waiting. As he approached their spot, Blaine felt the embarrassment wash away and excitement take its place.

“Alright.” He announced with a broad smile. He set both drinks on the table and sat across from Kurt in the other chair. He set Kurt’s closer to him, a medium caramel macchiato with added cinnamon to give it just a slightly unique taste. “I also got us some cookies because I always think you should have something sweet with your coffee. Okay. I’m not going to tell you what it is, I want you to taste it and tell me what you think.”

Kurt

Scrolling through his phone despite nothing quite sticking to his concentration as his mind was too busy trying to guess the kind of coffee mixture he was about to consume. He wasn't completely picky when it came to his coffee — if he had been, he wouldn't be sitting here awaiting his doom in a patient silence. He knew he could trust Blaine with this. It was coffee. Wasn't a matter of life or death. Still, the unknowing of how sweet, bitter, or watered down it could be was a prickling sensation he wasn't going to shake until he had the cup in his hands.

None too soon until his coffee buddy was back. As was the smile on Kurt's face. Tucking his phone away without a moment of hesitation, hands moving to his lap with intrigue as he eyed the cup in question. "Oh boy." He muses, wiggling his fingers as he accepts the coffee cup, the warmth tingling his fingertips as he does so. Always a satisfying feeling. "Here it goes."

First, he lifts the cup to his nose for a small whiff. There was a definite sweet smell to it, and he thought he could catch a scent of cinnamon, but being where they were he couldn't tell for sure. It's then he brings it to his lips, letting the hot liquid touch his tongue at long last. At first it just slightly burned, as it coated his mouth entirely so he could swallow and let it sit with him. Cinnamon. Definitely had cinnamon. No doubt there now. Wasn't his imagination. His head tilts, curious as he tries to figure out the other distinguished taste that was familiar. It was pleasant, he knew that much. He could see himself drinking this, whatever this was, again.

A second sip.

A third.

Lips curling into his mouth, he takes pause to sit with the taste. "Caramel? Caramel." He states at last, pinpointing the flavor in his memory, and looking to Blaine for confirmation as he could still be wrong, and jumped to conclusions. Second guessing himself, he takes another taste only to nod. "I can taste the caramel. It's a sticky sweet. Nothing overpowering. I like it." Lifting the cup towards Blaine in a mock-toasting gesture, he settles into his seat, pleased with himself.

"I think you've got good taste in coffee, Blaine Anderson. I say we do this again sometime? If you're okay with that, of course. No pressure."

Blaine

Blaine sat back in his chair and, with eyes still on Kurt, brought his own coffee up to take a slow sip. He hid a smile behind the coffee cup when he watched Kurt go ahead and smell the drink first. It took all it had in him not to chuckle. He needed to be silent as Kurt evaluated Blaine’s drink selection. As he watched Kurt, Blaine started to catch himself picking up tiny nuances about the other man’s face and his expressions. It brought a new smile to Blaine’s face, one he didn’t try and hide. It made Blaine’s chest feel a little tight and his face warm. That had to be the hot coffee he was drinking.

He took another sip almost choking mid-sip when Kurt guessed one of the flavors as caramel. Blaine laughed and nodded, setting his coffee down. And to hear that Kurt liked it made Blaine’s stomach flip and his face became even hotter. Almost instantly Blaine sat up incredibly straight in his chair, almost as if at attention.

“Yeah?” He asked, and for some reason Blaine felt breathless. “Good. I’m really glad you liked it, I was sort of nervous. Not everyone likes cinnamon in their coffee but I’ve always loved it. I put a little bit in with every coffee drink I get.”

He was happy that Kurt was pleased with his selection. It made Blaine feel relieved and it was a rare occasion where his decisions didn’t make him feel like a failure or disappointment. He briefly thought bitterly of his parents but shooed it away, not wanting to let the idea of them ruin this moment. Because something about the way his full name sounded on Kurt’s lips created butterflies in his stomach.

“Uh, yeah!” He said. “That would be..I’d love that!” Blaine sat a moment, frozen. Was that too strong of a word to use here? Did Blaine come off too eager? He cleared his throat and tried again doing his best to keep the amount of excitement he was feeling out of his voice. “No, I think that would be fun. Maybe next time I can trust you with my coffee order.”

#para #klaine #a latte fun

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greatell · 6 years

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Since I wasn’t able to watch GH earlier, here’s a summary of my thoughts. I doubt anyone cares but here it is:

1. Maxie needs to get ahold of herself. I know Faison is crazy but let’s not act like the Cassadine’s were the perfect family. So idk where all these panic over Faison is coming from. Maybe It’s cause I feel like Helena is still out there that I think Maxie needed to worry about Nathan father before more.

2. I’m so happy Diane is fighting for Jason, since he seems more than okay to roll over and let Sam get whatever

3. THANK YOU @ GH writers for giving Drew a friend like Andre. Also, let’s have more of Drew, and Sam, having a life outside of their relationship. Even before he turned out to not be Jason, I wanted drew to have a life outside of Sam.

4. L O L at Steve’s old photos they used for Drew. That hair my goodness

5. I don’t see Sonny being that boring in scaring Julian with a brick. Wonder if it’s that developer guy trying to scare people out of Charles street. Something shady there with him.

6. That Peter August guy is definitely Faison other son cause when Lulu told him about Nathan he looked completely shocked. Plus I saw someone break down his name and it links to the fake name in the book

7. Maxie on the run? Yeah that’ll last cause she can’t even keep the fact that Nathan is Faison son quiet. Seriously, everyone knows now I thought this was Suppose to be on the DL???

8. I love the old JaSam scenes ugh I forgot how iconic they were. I say were cause I really don’t like who Sam is now. Not just being boring, 24/7 drew, and corporate. I don’t like her manipulation of Jason and cheating on Drew. I get she can’t always be riding a motorcycle and investigating but they’ve just made her so weak and whiny. I miss the Sam that would stand up for herself, wouldn’t hide from the truth, and was just a total BA

9. I wish GH writers showed Jason break down a little more. Saw a little as Diane went at Sam over Jason money. Wanted a tear or something so Sam could see what she’s doing to him.

10. Alexis needs to back TF up. The way she said “mob money”, oh sweetie don’t act like your boo Julian wasn’t in that world. Julian tried to Kill her! I can’t stand Alexis anymore, she’s surpassing Carly in being the biggest hypocrite on the show.

11. Sonny got some big you know what’s to make Julian carry his coffee. I laughed at his smirk when he told Julian.

12. Dante is finally getting a storyline (sort of). Please, I’m begging @ writers let Dante have a storyline based around him. He hasn’t had one centered around him since he cheated on Lulu.

13. L M A O at Lulu thinking she’ll be the one to bring in Faison. Top agency’s like the WSB and top agents have tried to capture him, you’re not gonna do it. Anna couldn’t do it, tell me how Lulu, who has been a reporter for a day, is gonna do it. And love Dante and Nathan, but their case clearance rate has to be at like 0%.

14. Is it me or does Drew not really care about finding out about his past? He seems more concerned with locking sam down then finding out about his past.

15. Yes Sam, Jason made you into who you are. So stop trying to hide from it. Yeah you’re different, but maybe stop treating Jason like he’s a bother in your life. Face your feelings already.

16. Once again, Jason gives into Sam. Though I’m glad he’s getting back his place. It’s weird to me how okay Sam and Drew are in staying in Jason place.

17. Nathan is definitely going to get hurt, cause this plan he’s got with Lulu/Dante is already falling apart cause literally all of PC knows about it.

#general hospital #gh #sam morgan #lulu falconeri #dante falconeri #nathan west #drew cain #jason morgan #alexis davis #sonny corinthos #peter august #mac scorpio #julian jerome

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Chapter 28

The train creaked to a stop on the Central Station tracks at half past midnight on the 27th of April. The change in speed woke Buster, who had fallen asleep in his clothes in his seat. In the car next to his, the Talmadge women would inevitably be emerging from slumber and would require an additional half-hour for their toilet, fearful of being caught unawares by a camera flashbulb even at this hour. He allowed a porter to fuss with his luggage while he smoked and waited for them. The faint sound of Peg ordering around her own porter came through the door and he added another ten minutes to his wait. He decided he ought to call Caruthers and Norma’s butler to bring the cars and searched out a telephone in the first-class lounge of the station. That accomplished, he stretched out on a cushioned bench and knit his hands behind his head. He was tired and probably more than a little scruffy-looking since it had been about thirty-six hours since his last shave. Still, his plan had always been to show up at Nelly’s apartment and surprise her when they arrived back in town. He just hadn’t expected it to be at this hour. He closed his eyes and smoked some more, debating on the wisdom of frightening her in the dead of night. It would be wiser to wait until morning when he’d slept, shaved, and eaten.

By the time Peg and her daughters made their way toward him with several harangued-looking porters, longing had won out and his mind was made up. The ride home to the Villa with Natalie was quiet. She was dazed and travel-weary and he had nothing to say to her. He helped her into the house, but she wouldn’t let him carry her two most important bags past the threshold of her wing to the house. Just as well. It was now approaching two and he hadn’t given up his scheme. He took a few minutes to brush his teeth, comb his hair, and change into fresh clothes, then slipped down his balcony and off to the garage, making sure that a certain key was secure in his pocket. Caruthers was still busy trundling luggage into the house, but only acknowledged him with a hello and didn’t ask where he was going. Buster figured he knew anyway. He considered for a moment what Natalie might do if she called for him and found him missing. It didn’t scare him enough to stop.

The drive to Nelly’s felt delightfully brief after days on a train and he was almost the sole car on the streets. He parked the Packard a few houses down and walked briskly up to the apartment, hands in his pocket and cap pulled low as always. When he had gone inside and made his way to Nelly’s front door, he debated whether he should knock. It would be the polite thing—he didn’t want to frighten her—but he also didn’t want to wake her neighbors. In the end, he put the key in the door and let himself inside. The apartment was dark and for a couple moments he was panicked that she wasn’t home. He had a sudden image of her in the bed of another man, some faceless extra from United Artists, and his heart took a slight tumble. When he turned on the lamp next to the sofa, though, he was reassured. There was her script and a half-eaten apple on the side table, and the apartment looked like a midden, evidence of recent occupancy.

He turned her bedroom doorknob gingerly and pushed open the door with just as much care. Creeping across the floor so as not to wake her, he turned on her dressing table lamp. In the bed, she sighed and turned over, but didn’t wake.

He knelt next to her bed. “I’m back,” he said, laying a hand on her upper arm.

Nelly murmured again, but didn’t open her eyes.

“It’s me.”

Nelly opened her eyes at last. “Buster?”

“Buster,” he said, grinning in his gladness to see her.

“What time is it?”

“Quarter to three.”

She sat up with a shock of realization. “You said you’d be gone until at least July!”

He stooped to unlace his shoes. “Surprise.”

Nelly laughed, her voice still fogged with sleep. “Oh. This is the surprise.” She yawned and put a hand on his back. “Why are you back so early?”

“On account of me getting mobbed everywhere we went. Told Thalberg we’re doing the rest of the picture on Lot Two. There’s no other way to do it. Can’t say I’m all that fussed about it.” Having kicked off his shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and cupped Nelly’s cheek. She was wearing her pink nightgown with the lace at the neckline. He leaned in and eagerly sought her mouth.

She cut the kiss short. “I’m sure my breath is terrible. Let me at least find a toothbrush before you have your way with me.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“Oh, is that all you think I think about?” he said, putting on an offended expression.

Nelly raised an eyebrow and grinned. “I know it for a fact.”

He harrumphed at her, but she was right. He already had an erection. He’d gone long stretches without sex before, but had been spoiled since he and Nelly started going together. Consequently, four weeks without now seemed like a lifetime. He unfastened his sock garters and rolled off his socks before flopping down on her bed. He was tired, but could take comfort in the fact that he would have a reprieve from filming tomorrow and that the weekend lay ahead.

Nelly returned to the room, braids over her shoulders, thighs bare and inviting. “How am I sure you aren’t a dream?” she said, getting into bed with him.

“Wouldn’t I have shaved? In your dream?”

She brushed a finger against his stubble. “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I’m the kind of girl who likes dreams to be as real as possible.”

Buster leaned over and poked a finger into the front of her chemise, pulling the fabric forward and investigating her breasts. “These seem pretty real to me.”

In response, Nelly straddled him and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He crossed his arms behind his head and surrendered. “You’ll have to tell me all about New York. I never guessed from your letter you’d be back so soon,” Nelly said. She tugged his left arm and then his right out of their sleeves, then rolled up his undershirt. He watched her look him over and knew she was pleased by what she saw. He’d always been secure about his appeal to the opposite sex and knew that they were crazy for him despite his disadvantage when it came to height. Still, this knowledge did nothing to soothe the fact that the one woman on the planet who didn’t think of him that way was his wife.

His thoughts were yanked away from his marriage as Nelly’s finger strayed over one of his nipples. “New York,” he said haltingly, his powers of concentration greatly disrupted.

“You don’t have to speak about it now. I know you’re tired,” said the little temptress, now licking that same nipple.

He groaned helplessly and shifted his hips, which were pinned by Nelly’s weight. She moved her attention to his other nipple and he reached down into her chemise with both hands to grope her breasts. He was as hard as a rock now and shifted his hips again, seeking friction. She lifted her head and pressed her mouth to his, and he frantically unbuttoned his trousers. Breaking the kiss, she stretched forward and opened an unseen drawer beside her bed while he did his best to divest himself of trousers and undershorts. He pulled his knees up to wrestle them off his legs.

“Don’t move,” said Nelly, with a wink. “I know you’re tired.” She settled back down and stroked both hands over his prick, and it took him a good long moment to realize she was putting a prophylactic on him.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” he said, feeling breathless.

“Oh, I pick things up,” she said. She lifted her bottom and eased the head of his prick into her, and he took over from there.

The feel of her was sheer heaven. He held onto her hips and looked up at her as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted. Beneath the chemise, her breasts jounced with every thrust.

“Is it good?” he said, trying to pace himself.

Nelly nodded.

“Good,” he said. He pressed the pad of his thumb into her clitoris and made clockwise circles. She moaned and he flushed with satisfaction. His girl, he thought. To prevent from getting too hot too quick, he spent the next several minutes concentrating on her pleasure, moving his thumb just so and watching her face for signs that she was at the breaking point and soothing himself with a few good thrusts every once and awhile. Eventually, her hips began rocking and her breath became jerky. “Is it good?” he said. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

Again, she nodded. There was a glaze of sweat on her collarbones and across her throat.

The dirty talk seemed to be getting him somewhere, so he pushed it further. “Want you to come. Come for me. Come for me, baby.”

“Buster. Oh God, Buster.” The rocking of her hips hit a frantic pace and she cried out loud enough to wake the neighborhood as she came, stomach clenching and thighs trembling. He kept his thumb moving. “Buster, oh my God, Buster,” she uttered.

When she was done, he seized her hips, gave a few sloppy thrusts, and came with such a violent force that he forgot Nelly’s rule about not making too much noise during sex, shouting so loudly that for the first time there was a startling thump on the other side of the wall.

“Will you kids shut the hell up?” yelled an older man. “It’s three in the god damn morning for crying out loud!”

“Sorry!” Buster called back in the midst of trying to catch his breath, and Nelly’s worried expression melted into mirth.

“Shit,” she said, falling on top of him in a hot, sweaty heap. “I’m never going to be able to look him in the eyes again.”

“Which one is he?” said Buster. He slipped out of her and laid his hand between her shoulders.

“Mr. Hernandez. The one who used to work for the railroad.”

“Just tell him I was taking you for a train ride.”

Nelly giggled. “Will you hush, you wonderful man?”

He drew lazy circles between her shoulders. “No.”

They clung to each other as their breathing went back to normal. He didn’t need to ask if he’d satisfied her or if she was happy he was back. He already knew the answer.

“Are you hungry?” she said after a while.

It had been hours since his last meal. “Starved.”

“I’ll make you some food, but you’ll have to drive me to work tomorrow.”

It was his favorite routine, ravishing her and getting fed afterwards. They put on their underwear and he followed into the kitchen to watch her put together some chicken and cucumber sandwiches for him, and afterwards he fell fast asleep in her bed, the first time he’d ever dared spend the night at her apartment. Her alarm went off a couple hours later and he resisted opening his eyes. He could have slept the weekend away without any problem, as tired as he was from New York and the train. Only the cup of coffee Nelly waved under his nose tempted him to sit up. They crept out of the apartment by seven o’clock and he dropped her off as usual a couple blocks from the UA lot, briefly pecking her on the lips after checking to see that the coast was clear. He drove back to the Villa aware that he looked exactly like a man who’d been sneaking around on his wife, with his wrinkled clothes, mussed hair, and the faint whiff of Nelly’s rosewater on his skin. A part of him dreaded Natalie seeing him that way. He sometimes wondered what it would be like to be confronted by her. Would she be calm and cold? Hysterical and despondent? He couldn’t stand the idea of a woman fooling around on him, certainly not Nate and not Nelly, either. He’d be out of his mind with jealousy. Yet his wife knew perfectly well he had other women, tolerated it even. The only cardinal sin with her was flaunting it or getting attached. Another part of him wanted her to notice it, to be jealous and to wonder who the woman was who was giving him such satisfaction.

In the end, he needn’t have worried. Natalie was sleeping late. Connie had the children indoors and was trying to give them their Friday-morning lessons, but when they saw him they shouted and tore toward him. He was glad to see the rascals and bent to hug them. He played with them for a half hour before retiring to his room for a shower and a shave. Afterwards, he swam laps in the pool for over an hour. By the time Natalie descended the front stairs, he had long since finished brunch and was as neat, pliant, and faithful a husband as she could ever desire.

Notes: Did not realize this chapter would be so, uh, porny, but I suspect you won’t be complaining.

I know Anita Page doesn’t look anything like Nelly, but I felt the general mood of the photograph fits the scene. Can you even imagine? What kind of lover do you think Buster was?

#buster keaton #fan fiction #rpf #actor rpf #silent film #golden age hollywood

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