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celestebardales · 10 months

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BASICS Full Name: Celeste Valeria Bardales Gender: Cis Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Romantic Orientation: Panromantic Birthdate: November 13th, 1942 Birthplace: Taos, New Mexico (Raised in Chula Vista, California) Neighborhood: Willowdale Occupation: Mechanic and Crew Leader Ethnic Background: Latina Religious Views: Formerly Catholic Languages Spoken: English and Spanish

PHYSICALITY Face Claim: Melissa Barrera Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Height: 6' Build: Athletic, muscular (practical muscles, not vanity muscle) Tattoos: Two full patchwork sleeves, black and white ink, mostly nothing special just flash tattoos. Piercings: Standard earlobe piercings. Style/Aesthetic: Biker clothes, but also very flowy tops and highrise shorts or jeans. Lots of blacks and oranges and browns. Usual Expression: Resting Bitch Face Distinguishing Features: Thick scar on the left side of her chin from a motorcycle accident when she was in her twenties.

HEALTH & WELLNESS Physical Ailments: Carpal Tunnel in her right wrist. Neurological Conditions: Bipolar Disorder (undiagnosed and untreated) Allergies: None Sleeping Habits: Anything from 2-8 hours of sleep, it just depends on if she can get to bed early and how long she can sleep before some crew member needs something. Exercise Habits: Most of her "exercise" is from work. She will do the occasional workout for fun though. Emotional Stability: Considering her past she's not very stable. Sociability: She's good at faking it. She can make friends in the moment but prefers her quiet time or intimate gatherings to large events. Body Temperature: She runs hot, frequently referred to as a furnace by her partners. Addictions: Adrenaline, alcohol Drug Usage: She enjoys weed fairly frequently but it also an occasional coke user. Alcohol Usage: She's probably an alcoholic but she'd never admit that.

PERSONALITY Positive Traits: Adaptable, Dramatic, Hardworking, Resourceful Negative Traits: Aggressive, Brutal, Dangerous, Moody Goals/Desires: Mainly her goal is to prove herself. Lots of people have doubted her and therefore she's had to prove her worth over and over again. She wants to be able to walk in a room and people fear who she is and not doubt a single word she says. Fears: Failure, Loss of Control Hobbies: Building older model motorcycles Habits: Smoking. Whenever she has a big decision to make she will go to a tattoo parlor and pick a small flash tattoo to get, by the end of the appointment she has to have decided. It's a tradition for her.

FAVORITES Season: Living in California, every season is basically summer so she doesn't have much experience with other seasons. Color: Burgundy Music: Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones Movies: Psycho, A Clockwork Orange, Dirty Harry Food: Classic burger and fries Beverage: Dr. Pepper Animal: Snakes

FAMILY Father: Jesse Bardales Mother: Lucia Peña Siblings: None Children: None Pets: An Irish Wolfhound named Nova who wanders around the lot outside the shop scaring the hell out of people who aren't used to her. She's a gentle giant. Family Financial Status: They're lower class on paper, but thanks to the illegal activities they have more than enough money. Relationship: They're no longer in her life for one reason or another.

EXTRAS Astrological Placements: Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Virgo Ascendant Enneagram: Type 8 Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice: Wrath Primary Virtue: Diligence Element: Fire

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NFL QB Jake 'Hangman' Seresin AU x Popstar F!Reader

Summary: NFL Quarterback Jacob Seresin is in hot water from a streak of bad decisions, just as you go through the worst public breakup of your life. With people slandering both of your reputations, your publicists hatch a plan to bring both of you back into favor and keep the heat off until spring - that is if you can keep up the facade.

Word Count: 5,334 words

Author Note: I know I have two other outstanding Top Gun fics and I swear I'm trying to get those going but I am writing what sparks joy and well.... this certainly does. || Also!! Reader's stage name is 'Celeste' with 'Este' as the nickname. So no one gets confuseddddd

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You'd never anticipated to start the biggest year of your life absolutely gutted, yet here you are. Your boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend, severed what you had thought to be a loving, trusting and safe relationship, rather unexpectedly on New Year's Eve. Then he'd gone to the press to relay that you were a horrible person, a terrible girlfriend, too involved in your work to even bother paying attention to anyone else. The timing couldn't be worse, since you were about to start your first ever stadium tour in the spring.

The result had been you hiding away in your little oasis that was your condo in California’s southern escape of San Diego. You’d stayed off the internet, binging TV shows that you’d been too busy to pay attention to and immersing yourself in anything you could, to erase the four year relationship you’d been splintered from. The garbage people probably wondered why there were a near dozen empty quarter pints of ice cream in your recycling bin, but that wasn’t for them to care about. At least you’d recycled them.

Now, three weeks into the new year, with your favorite Chinese on the way, you sit on your couch going over tour visuals. Your lighting engineer is rambling on the line as you hear the gate buzzer go off. You’re quick to collect your dinner as one of the others on the line gasp and quickly mute their mic. “What?” You quip, walking to your expansive kitchen and dropping the large paper bag down. You’re half paying attention when the employee brushes you off, as your hand pulls container after container of food from the magical Mary Poppins-style bag. Getting to the bottom, you grasp for a pair of chopsticks, only to find several sets of them, along with a dozen fortune cookies. You take a moment to look over your four entrees and styrofoam container of sushi. The audacity of them to think you would be sharing any of this.

Finally, you address the matter of your dramatic tech director. “What’s the deal over there Hollywood?” You chide, before your phone is ringing, leaving you to hang up the video call to answer the phone. It’s your publicist and you know better than to let her calls go unanswered.

“Check your inbox.” Her voice is frigid instead of it’s usually cheery demeanor.

“Hello to you too?” Begrudgingly, you do as she commands, finding the email she sent to you.

Jonah Carter agreed to sit down for an interview with UsWeekly, post-breakup to clear the air and to make sure no one else would fall for his ex-girlfriend's (Celeste) playful, girl-next-door-ish facade.

"At first, it felt like a dream come true," Carter, an up-and-coming actor within his own right, said almost sheepishly. "I thought she was talented and kind, but I should've known it was too good to be true."

But there's more to this pop-star than Jonah says meets the eye. In addition to the vanity and self-importance that seems to plague this generation's starlets, Este was a vindictive slob who routinely talked behind the back of even her closest friends. "It makes me wonder what she's saying about me, now, after everything I've heard her say about those who think are closest to her." The concern for others is written very clearly on the actor’s face as he speaks. When I question the songstress’ messages about authenticity, the man adjusts in his seat as he holds back a laugh.

"She'd like you to believe she writes all her own music, but I'm not sure she could write a full sentence without the help of her team," Jonah chuckled nervously into his coffee. "Sorry, that was rude. I don't want to stoop to her level." Cowed brown eyes made me wonder what else he had endured behind closed doors. It struck a chord within me.

“Why did you stay as long as you had if this was what you were facing?” I ask him. The expression of his kind features morphs into despair.

“When we first met, Celeste was someone I admired. Her compassion, her drive and her dedication to the things she valued spoke so deeply to what I did, what I still do-” he fumbles as he attempts to source the proper words, “They just… weren’t her beliefs. They were her team’s.” Jonah lets out a pained sound, “I think when we got toward the end of it, I realized that she has this way of manipulating what she says, how she acts, to make herself look good. She puts on a show, on and off the stage and you pay for it one way or another. So, I knew what she was capable of. I knew she could be that person if she really wanted to and I wanted so badly to help her see that. I eventually learned that people see what they want to see.”

God, what a load of hot garbage this was. It was a particularly rare batch, clearly it had been baking in a dumpster in the scorching sun with the lid closed. All damp, with a horrendous mix of something rotting and old crusty seaweed.

The tour was supposed to be announced on the first of the month and here your ex was selling stories (horribly narrated and mangled stories) to the press. You might as well have been kicking puppies at this point.

“Isn’t he just swell? Nothing but peak wisdom from good ol’ Jonah.” Your eyes could’ve strained themselves with how far back they rolled. Probably the only time he’d ever made them do that too.

“I’ve already called a team together to brainstorm. I don't want you to respond. Stay offline, away from all of it and don't entertain any of the discourse. Not until I have something to work with.”

“None of it is true we both know that-” You begin to laugh but she cuts you off.

“As much as I want to be on your side here, we are working to put out a fire. Your silence the last three weeks has put you at a massive disadvantage and frankly? The public eye doesn’t see you in the greatest space right now.” You know she’s right. She always is, and right now ‘Celeste’ was synonymous with ‘cynical, fake and fraudulent’. You wouldn’t be shocked if the uproar demanded you be canceled based off of this testimony.

It wasn’t all but two days later that you were called in by your PR team. Into the office in New York for the first time since before Thanksgiving. It had been a busy end of the year and now that the new one was coming in so ferociously you weren’t looking toward any of the things you once had been. This was the first time back into the light and so you had made sure that the inevitable cameras had something to look at. You’d dressed yourself in your favorites, in an effort to boost your confidence as best as you could. Putting on a show, just like you had been when things had been on the rocks with Jonah.

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Getting to the office, you’re nearly trampled with the amount of people that swarm you. It’s not normally this bad - hell it’s never this bad. It isn’t until you catch sight of a football jersey and an ESPN logo that your brow furrows. Odd.

Stepping into the building, you’re pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, looking down at your ringing phone and trying to slide your coat off simultaneously. Instead, you crash right into what you think is a wall, but is instead a broad man, looking rather lost.

“Easy there, Twinkle Toes.” You guffaw and look up at the blonde man before returning your eyes toward your feet. Of course, the bedazzled statement boots on your feet call attention to themselves before the rest of the outfit can balance itself out.

“Alright, Prince Charming, you first.” You snicker before stepping out of his way and start to the elevator. Unfortunately for you, he’s apparently heading your way as well, needing access to the lift to the next floor.

“Prince Charming, huh? I mean I’ve been called worse.” His shoulders roll backwards as the elevator dings to one of the other floors. You keep your head trained forward, suddenly remembering the rule you’d been given. Stay quiet, don’t engage. And here you were giving sass to a stranger and showing up in bedazzled booties. You were really digging this grave deeper than necessary. So, instead of giving him another sassy response, you keep your eyes locked to the neon numbers as the elevator passes each floor. “Oh so, now I’m getting a cold shoulder? Darn, I was really ready to ask you all about the boots on your feet, too.” You can’t help but let your eyes move back over to the broad male, just out of the corner of your eye. His face is completely locked on you, shamelessly at that. “They expensive? They got that waxy red paint on the bottoms of ‘em?” Silently, you turn one of your feet up to give him a glimpse at the blue bottom of the shoe. “Huh, blue. That’s fun. That more expensive than the LouButton or whatever they are?” Finally the elevator reaches your floor, hopefully shutting this chatterbox up for the time being. Yet the questions continue like an immature toddler as you rise up the floors - going to the same floor nonetheless. “Hey, you’re that Celeste chick aren’t ya?”

“Yes.” You finally answer one of his questions, his face lighting up.

“Oh look at that, she cracks.” Another eye roll times well with the sound of the elevator reaching the desired floor. Instead of responding, you quickly find your way through the glass hallways and to the desired room. You are so glad to be in the presence of the familiar group, the stranger in the elevator having rattled your composure somewhat. Your manager comes in with a cup of coffee and a smile, which immediately puts one on yours.

“You didn’t have to do that!” You cheer, reaching out for it as she sits beside you.

“When you see what Rachel has come up with, you’re going to need it.” Oh. Reassuring.

You see her point when Prince Charming steps into the board room, followed by a host of men in dress clothes and suits, all matching the blue soles of your boots. Charming sits directly across from you, a hand wiggling his fingers as he waves at you. Oh good.

“Thank you everyone for coming. I know this is a very polarizing group, so before we get ahead of ourselves, I want to introduce Celeste, or Este as we all have come to call her over the years.” Awkwardly, you wave at the foreign men. They grunt and nod. You were already having doubts and not a word had been spoken on their end. “I also want to introduce Beau Simpson, public relations coordinator for the San Diego Sea Lions, Coach Natasha Trace, and Sea Lions owner, Tom Kazansky.”

Sea Lions? As in the NFL team that had been built not even three years ago but had made it to all three playoffs in their short time? The one that Jonah had ridiculed immensely when it joined the league because ‘California doesn’t need another group of inflated egos in the league’?

“I’m really feeling the love here, Rach.” Charming speaks up and the raven haired woman on the other side of the table sighs.

“This is Jacob Seresin, starting quarterback for the Sea Lions.” The coach speaks, the blonde man brushing off her introduction.

“No need for full names, Trace. Clearly we only do the stage name around here.” That was a clear jab to you if you’d ever heard it. “Hangman’s what they call me.” His hand juts across the glass, toward you. Your hands stay tucked under your biceps.

“Pleasure to meet you.” It’s passive, turning to your team leader. “Rachel. I’m not seeing a connection here.”

“Jacob is in the same pot of hot water you’re in.” Your attention moves to the similarly broad man who stands up, towering over Rachel. “We feel as though we can spin this to both of your advantages. Jake needs to stop sleeping around–”

“Easy now, Simpson.” The eldest in the room stands up and he gives you a kind smile. It’s not a farce though. You’re not entirely sure what makes it so genuine, but you smile in return of seeing him stand, despite it taking a slight bit of effort to do so. “What he means is, Jake’s professional status has changed due to the words of someone else and we’re determined to alter that. Rachel identified this and made quite the proposal.” The young woman seems all too cheery to cut off the old man.

“You’re both having relationship woes–” The raven haired woman on Jacob’s team speaks under her breath.

“Wouldn’t call them relationships.”

“And by putting you two together, we feel as though we can put you into a positive light. Let’s face it, putting two very successful, and attractive people who are already in the spotlight allows people to follow the developing love story. Este attends games, plays the WAG card, has an opportunity to be seen in the public eye more frequently and dispels the ill-spoken words that were published about her this week. Jake gets the proof that he isn’t just a love-em-and-leave-em type.” Your eyes spell out the doubt you’re feeling, looking at your team who is just as skeptical. “That’s just the beginning! Celeste is going on tour this year. Stadiums all across the country have her booked and ready for the summer. We have a captive audience already following these games to see Este and Jake together, and we get brand recognition. The conversations that will come as she gets to witness her betrothed play in a stadium she would be performing in that very summer.”

Now you see where the benefit actually is. Clearing your name while simultaneously promoting your tour in the process. Seeing stadiums you’ve booked and would hopefully sell out.

“So how are you proposing this works? We’ll need a start, an end - a story on how we met–”

“Well,” Beau settles in his seat, twisting in the desk chair as he draws in the attention of the group, “we have the major details hypothesized. Rachel and I will work with one another to get the rest of it together. For now, you two met at a New Years Eve party.”

Oh joy. Now you get to remember that bitter break-up that led you here, every time you speak about him.

The man looks like he walked out of a surfing magazine, as it were. Now, the scowl on his features paints him as a devil. Long hair, muscular arms on display as he leans into the table in front of him.

“If we don’t do this?” Jake leans back in his chair, a hand coming to fiddle with the lingering 5 o’clock shadow that he has omitted in his morning routine.

“We don’t do this and there will be a lack of support for the Sea Lions. You’ll have painted the entire team as jackasses who can’t focus to save their life, especially if you continue to party and hook up with whomever your dick has the hots for that night-” Beau has gone off the handle and Tom speaks up again.

“The point is, public favor will stay low and it will not bode well for the team. With a lack of support, we have empty seats. Empty seats translates to less viewers, then to less money and you know the song and dance. Not to mention morale for the upcoming playoffs. We need to keep the team happy, Hangman. It’s time to do something to benefit everyone.”

Jake’s expression deepens, as though he was a young child just scolded by his father for his poor behavior. Green eyes shift and face you, his hand jutting out toward you.

“I’m in.” His hand hovers. Waiting for you to join him in this grand scheme. Glancing at your own team, they look rather haunted. At this point, it was this or to hope that a long string of possible good stories and fan interactions can redeem you.

You want this to pass. And if this would make it go faster… you grab Jake’s hand firmly.

“What’s there to lose?”

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You went back onto social media. Posted some photos you’d taken with friends back at the beginning of the month, from the worst party of your life. The photos at least were cute and you loved the dress you’d gotten to wear. Luckily these photos were all taken prior to midnight. So there were no red eyes. No ruined mascara and glitter across your cheeks. No freezing car rides home and empty beds.

Mindlessly, you scroll through the comments.

Flameth: can still make the whole place shimmer ✨

RunTao: phony photos

Romanacent: so glad to see you’re not letting him get to you!

H_ngm_n: you’re still gonna let me borrow those boots right

It’s the last one you’d been keeping an eye out for. Boots? Looking back at the photo, you scroll through the carousel until you spot them.

The same shiny sparkly rhinestone boots you’d worn to your meeting.

Celeste: @h_ngm_n I’m a woman of my word, of course 🤗

Not even a week goes by before you’re ‘spontaneously’ at a bar in LA. Jake has been there for the last two hours, as he insisted you both show up alone and then end up leaving together. You eventually found him in the VIP section, drinking with his buddies.

You made sure to keep your distance for a few minutes - after all, his friends had no idea this was going down. The only people who knew about this little arrangement were your respective PR teams. That was it. No one else from your teams, your friends and family, absolutely no one knew what your little plan was. Maybe you should just leave. It was a verbal contract, you didn’t sign anything, you were just trying to make this work for the two of you-

The bartender pulls you from your deliberations. There is now a drink that you certainly didn’t order sitting in front of you. Well there was no going back now. Jake had likely made a show of sending over the drink and now you had to go through with this. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the jock, legs spread, arms resting on the back of the booth chair. Green eyes lock in your direction and send a cocky wink as a garnish to your drink.

You are about to win your first Oscar with this performance. Throwing on a grin, you pick up the drink and easily sashay your way over to him and his football buddies. Some flash titanium wedding bands, some platinum. Some aren’t wearing them at all, like your date, mister 83 who leans forward upon your approach. “Well, well, well, long time no see hot shot.”

“Speak for yourself, pop star.” Jake stands to greet you, his arms coming around you, carefully as to not spill either of your drinks. You catch a whiff of his cologne when he does so. It’s rich, familiar in the way it reminds you of summers camping. Bonfire smoke and smores. Yet clean, like when you came home to a clean house, citrus floor cleaner lingering in the halls. Pulling back, you almost move forward again to sit in it. Easy does it.

“Oh come on, three weeks isn’t that long.” You chide. While most of his body has pulled away from the hug, his free hand still sits on your waist, warm against the AC of the exclusive bar.

“Technically it was a year ago.” Jake smirks before taking a sip of his drink and you want to groan. So you do. But spin it into something more playful.

“Observant, are we?” You nearly snarl as you take a sip of your drink, Jake’s colleagues standing up. The one who’d sat right next to him grins and extends a hand. He’s tall, lean but has a stunning smile as he steps your way.

“Not sure we’ve met. Javy Machado, running back, San Diego Sea Lions-” the blonde looks at his friend with an amused scoff.

“I think she knows who the Sea Lions are, Jav.” The look on the captain’s face is one of skepticism and amusement. You were here to dispel rumors. So, as much as you’d like to smack Jake for being a dick to his friend, you shake his teammate’s hand instead

“In passing. I don’t follow football closely, but I get by. Celeste.” The smile on your face is genuine as the next player stands. Kind eyes, a domestic bar of hair on his upper lip and the build of a pickup truck, he goes for a quick one armed hug. When he lets go, you have to wipe the temptation of any swooning you were compelled to do. Especially since a gold band glistens on his left hand.

You’re here for Jake anyways.

“Name’s Bradley Bradshaw. They call me Rooster.” Your eyebrow furrows as your head twists. Before you can ask, another man on the other side of the room laughs.

“You should hear him on the field when he’s sacking someone.” This one, curls and meticulously groomed facial hair to boot, leans forward and shakes your hand kindly. “I’m Mickey. That back there is Bob.”

True to his word, at the end of the bench is a long haired man, tucked into his phone and fiddling with a ring. He doesn’t seem to match the energy of the rest of the group. Curious. “Bob!” He glances up at the sound of his name, blue eyes flitting from face to face before spotting you. When he does he breaks out into a smile.

“Celeste! Gosh, wow it’s so cool to meet you! My girls adore your music.” This catches Jake’s attention, a brow popping up.

“Aren’t both of ‘em less than five?” He asks and Bob looks between the two of you.

“Yeah? It’s never too early to introduce them to great music and influential women.” There’s no faking the smile on your face as you reach over and shake his hand. When you do, you look at Jake with a ‘would you look at that’ coded grin.

“That’s amazing to hear! I’m glad they have fun with it! That’s why I do it.” You glance back at Jake as he comes behind you, hand shifting to the small of your back.

“Pay’s in the bathroom, I’m sure you’ll meet him sometime later tonight.” The quarterback gives a nod to his group, before guiding the two of you to a high top table not too far from them. When you sit down he looks at you with a laugh. “Flirt much?”

“Excuse me?” Jumping to the defense, you watch Jake roll his eyes and then look back at Bradley, before facing you.

“You were practically eye-fucking him.”

“Was not.”

“He’s happily married, leave him be.” The blonde sips at his drink and you can’t help but laugh when you realize he’s giving you a hard time.

“Right, right, guess I’ll bother you instead.” The tease is off your lips in two seconds. Maybe he was right, you were coming off strong. You huff and sink into yourself briefly. “I don’t know if you realized this, but I haven’t had ‘flirt’,” your fingers mark the quotation marks in the air, “with anyone in a while. Let alone fake it.”

Jake leans back in his chair, downing the rest of his beverage a smirk making way when he sets the glass down.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be faking it for long.”

The two of you sat at that table for probably an hour, bickering over which of the Pirates of The Caribbean movies were the best, and why glitter was a detriment to society. Another round of drinks and the football star return to the table as he laughs when he spills a little of your overflowing drink.

“No, no I assure you. Glitter originated in some high tech nuclear weapons factory to make the enemy go insane upon introducing it to an environment.” He pushes your drink toward you as you pull your hair back. Not only were you not anticipating for him to be this passionate about it, but you weren’t planning on the night going like this.

You were enjoying yourself. Jake had told you about his time at UT, six years spent studying communications no less.

It made sense when you really dissected it. Jake had the ease to hold someone’s attention: he’d held yours this long after all, and he was well spoken. Both were things that were shocking to you. He soon enough revealed the plan had always been football. Communications was for post-retirement, when he got tired out and wanted to be back in the stadiums.

Stories of his dad commentating his high school games came fondly before he asked about your background. You were a bit hesitant to divulge too much, but what you had was pretty bare-bones.

Music had always been a hobby but never a career choice. You’d planned to go into school for a degree in education, a masters in English. Go and teach for a bit before getting your PhD in some niche of the world of writing and then become a professor at your alma mater.

With the rise of social media and the multitudinous connections of the internet, a little original song of yours got popular. Local radio picked it up and then your label signed you.

“It all was pretty spontaneous, really,” you answer. “My career was in no way by design, but… I wouldn’t change it.” The smile on your face is small, but genuine as your hair falls back around your face. Tracing the rim of your glass, you keep your eyes down before a hand pushes your hair out of your face. Coming eye to eye with him, he grins.

“Guess it was written in the stars then.” His response catches you. Jake’s eyes are much softer than when you’d approached him earlier. They were dark, focused and possibly a little mischievous. Now? They were gentle. Every shade reassured you that the boisterous man you’d seen in the office and the press was nothing like the man under the helmet.

It made far more sense to you now. How he’d gotten women hooked on him. The abrasiveness and bold exterior was the casing to the real character.

How many women had actually made it past the outside?

The rustling of a fabric on leather comes from in front of you, watching as the blonde pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket.

“Please tell me this isn’t you trying to buy my affection there, Seresin.” As he stands up, pushing his wallet back, the grin carved on his face doesn’t leave when he shakes his head.

“No, no, princess. This is for the bartender. Turns out you’re not a cheap date.” His knuckles wrap onto the table briefly before he disappears. You blame the blush on your face on the humidity inside the building.

The two of you bid your goodbyes, before starting to the front of the bar to exit. Reaching the street, it’s expectantly empty. He takes the side closest to the street as the two of you head down the way, toward the row of restaurants and shops that were quiet for the night.

“Are you hungry?” Jake’s voice breaks through the cold of late January air, looking at him quizzically.

“If you’re hungry we could go back-” His hand comes to your back again as he shakes his head.

“Oh-ho, no ma’am I promise, I’ve got something way better.”

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Unfortunately, he was right. The two of you stand in the glow of food truck lighting, beyond messy tacos in hand. He’s watching you with a smirk on his face, obnoxiously chewing the fish taco in his hand.

“Is that not the best taco you’ve ever had?” Again, his voice is filled with ardor as he watches you attempt to maneuver the soft corn tortilla that seems to be spilling into your napkin.

“It’s… a taco.” You shrug, looking down at the brown beef meal in your hands. Jake shakes his head, still chewing.

“No, no, I will not have you slander Ganso’s Tacos. Absolutely not.” He sets his red basket down on a table, hand in a vice grip around his taco. “Here, open,” he maneuvers closer and you shake your head, backing up.

“I am not eating your taco!”

“Eat it!!” The two of you laugh. Finally, you concede and take a bite of the hand fed taco. When he finally takes it back to his plate, his expression eagerly waits for your reaction. One hand covers your mouth as you chew, nodding as Jake looks like he just stole the Mona Lisa without getting caught.

“You’re right.” One singular fist to the air and he’s back to scarfing down his tacos.

“I told you. Way better than bar food. This is by far the best taqueria in all of California. And I stand by that.”

With full stomachs and messy hands, the two of you start back toward the bar, where Jake’s parked. When you do, you finally notice a car has been tailing the two of you since you ordered your meal.

The crowd in front of the bar proves that your teams were certainly on to something. Flashes of light start in an onslaught, your hand coming to block your eyes. Still, you keep walking toward them, only for Jake to grab your hand and guide you toward his car.

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Voices shout, questions sail through the air, your name, his name, Jonah’s, more questions about football- it all gets crammed into the cacophony before the passenger door opens under Jake’s hand, guiding you to your escape pod.

The driver side door causes the car to shake with an unceremonious thud. In seconds, the engine to the sports car is ignited and the two of you are underway.

It isn’t until you get about two miles out that one of you finally speaks.

“How long do you think it’s going to take for those to show up online?” White lines on the road disappear as you head further and further from the bars and closer to the hotel you were staying at for the weekend.

“I give it maybe six hours. Four if we’re lucky.” He laughs, but it doesn’t match the hearty ones he shared with you earlier.

A sports broadcast plays lowly on the radio, both of you overwhelmed by the cameras that stimulating conversation was far from what either of you were concerned with. It isn’t long until you spot your hotel. Jake navigates into the lane closest to the front of the building, pressing down on the brakes. You’re just about to unbuckle when he pulls back out into the other lane, lurching forward and away from your accommodation.

“Um. Hello?” You question. The car whips around a turn, green eyes fixated to the rear view. Shifting in your seat, you glance behind you.

“We’re being followed.” Jake just barely makes the light before it turns red, leaving the tailing SUV behind.

“It’s probably just paparazzi, no big deal.” It’s easy to shrug off for you, but Jake huffs.

“Yeah. And I’m not dropping you off at a hotel alone with vultures circling.” Navigating the CarPlay in the vehicle, he quickly moves to messages and asks his phone to send someone to your hotel to gather your things.

“Jake, I’m-”

“You’re staying with me.”

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hellbornsworld · 4 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS-11

🎀 Angel Eyes by @bunnyhugs77 - OneShot

Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

🎀 Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie - Series

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash. Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon had realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did. It was a twin thing.

🎀 SNOW IMPRINTS by @2hightocare - OneShot

Paring: DILF!JK X Reader

What was supposed to be a family reunion, ends in comparing dick sizes.

🎀 Peach. by @hongjoongscafe - OneShot

Pairing: Professor!jungkook X Camgirl!reader

where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

🎀 slow dancing by @yoonia - Series

Pairings: Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

🎀 Magic Shop by @jungkookiebus - OneShot

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tea shop owner!jjk x reader

you thought after three years the hurt in your heart for your dead husband would sting a little less than it did. in an attempt to clear your mind and start anew, you move to a small, coastal town. there, you find comfort in a tea shop run by a man named jeongguk. every day, at the same time, you come to the tea shop and soon start to fall for the bright-eyed man that listens to you pour your heart out. but the guilt settling in your stomach every time you think of your husband has you running from jeongguk entirely. do you have what it takes to let go?

🎀 bewitched by @jkabbi - Series

pairing: jungkook x reader

Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

🎀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 by @pennyellee - OneShot

pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader

You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

🎀 nepenthe by @lively-potter - OneShot

Pairing: CEO!JK X Reader

in which solaris celeste vesper, a sad girl with an unfortunate upbringing meets a man far older than her and, within his presence, her sorrow fades into nothingness.

Also in which jeon jungkook finds the sun he so desperately needed in his life.

🎀 PREDESTINED by @keen-li - OneShot

Pairing: Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader

"You shouldn't be here" you say with a smile. Legally he shouldn't be here but personally you're glad he's here.

🎀 SX Seoul by lo1k-diamonds - TwoShot

PAIRING: Jungkook X Reader

You're back in town and your first stop in a night out with friends is a new club: SX Seoul. You had no plans, but when you see your ex, everything changes.

🎀 oxygen by @gimmethatagustd - OneShot

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

🎀 ALL AT ONCE by @muniimyg - Series

pairings: unhinged jungkook + shy oc

jungkook confesses and you're in denial

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sunkissed-zegras · 5 months

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adam fantilli has a size kink

✮"𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬!", adam fantilli

♡ ─ word count | 700 words

♡ ─ warnings | unedited, pure nsfw under the cut! lots of teasing, size kink (who woulda thought?), just filthy smut LMAO

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♡ ─ ev's notes | THANK YOU CELESTE, SIZE KINK AND ADAM WILL NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME SCREAM! also as we all have figured out, i'm terrible with titles so let's just pretend that it's a good one. i'm not gonna lie i don't know if i did this any justice, this is straight up filth i forgot to incorporate a lot of size kink in there LOL. none the less it's an adam fic, y'all should be grateful bc we are all living off CRUMBS.

Adam's hand laid right on top of your bare stomach, admiring your body. You were laying on your back as Adam watched your carefully, slowly drawing circles on your stomach. His hand almost covers the entirety of your stomach and no matter how long you'd been dating, it will never not turn him on.

"Fuck, princess." Adam breathed out as he gazed at your body, his eyes settling on your pretty face. "You're beautiful."

His hand left your soft and you let out a whimper of disapproval, you needed his touch now. "Shh, it's okay baby. Give me a second."

He spread your legs further and quickly settled in between them and you watched him through your lashes, becoming more desperate by the second. "Please, Adam." You whined.

"I know baby, I know. Just wanna take my time with my pretty girl, gonna make you feel so good." He spoke softly but it went one in and out the other, you wanted him to fuck you stupid, now.

You were soaking wet already and Adam had barely touched you, you'd be embarrassed if you weren't so desperate. He had already stretched you out with his fingers so you would be able to take him and now, you were just waiting for him to hurry up and fuck you.

Finally, as if he had read your mind, Adam grabbed his cock and let out a groan, his head falling back. He was so painfully hard, his pink tip leaking pre-cum as he gave himself a few pumps.

He led his cock slowly into you, stretching you out perfectly. You gripped the sheets, your cunt burning at the sensation. He let out a sigh of relief as he entered you, making you clench around him. He wasn't even halfway inside you yet and you already felt completely full.

"Can't take it," you mumbled out non-coherently, your mind being completely on Adam and the way he was making you feel.

"Have a little more trust baby, you can take it." He groaned as he moved your legs up on his shoulders, then put one of his hands on your hips, the other going to clutch your hand. "You got it, sweetheart."

He slowly bottomed you out, making you squirm under him. You felt him all the way in your stomach as he held himself there for a few seconds, letting adjust. You couldn't help but whine under him, gripping his hand. Adam looked down and saw the bulge right in your lower stomach, he immediately moved his hand on top of it and pushed down softly, making you arch.

"Adam!" You moaned out in pleasure, your eyes beginning to tear up from all teasing he'd done previously.

"Doing so good for me, baby. So fucking good." Adam kneeled down and gave you a sloppy kiss before he started to fuck into you, swallowing all yours moans, your head falling back in utter pleasure.

As he fucked you into the mattress, your legs had already began to shake on his shoulders from the impact. You couldn't even think straight, you didn't have anything in your head right now; you were only here, in this present moment.

"Told ya you can take it, baby." He groaned as he thrusted into you, his hands on your hips, pushing you down into the mattress. "Good fucking girl," he punctuated with each thrust.

He missed you so much, with being gone so often now he barely had time for you so he had to make sure anytime he'd gotten with you, he puts it to good use. He couldn't even focus, you were so warm and fit him perfectly, he was convinced you were made for him.

His once calculated and deep thrusts turned messy and sporadic but you didn't care, it felt so fucking good. It felt like the whole room was shaking at the impact as he kept fucking you into the mattress.

You felt the pressure in your lower stomach build up and it finally snapped, hitting you like ton of bricks. Your whole body spasmed as you let out a borderline pornographic moan, gripping Adam's hand as a way to ground yourself. He came as soon as you did, spilling into you. He immediately fell down on top of you, breathing heavily.

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ybklix · 22 days

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𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ♡ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 ₊⊹

CRY BABY .♡⊹ (( bang chan )) mdni part one part two

part four

Chapters:

5: alphabet boy ((word count: 5.1k))

6: soap ((word count: 4.9k))

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—warnings / content: smut, soft voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, daddy kink, inexperienced fem character x bang chan

FIVE: alphabet boy

but you're not my daddy and i’m not your dolly, and your dictionary's destroyed ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

After the maze of emotions that Celeste felt and tried to ignore, she was able to control herself a little and managed to get into Hyunjin's car on her way home, on a successful night, after her first date in general. Along the way she analyzed Hyunjin and tried to convince herself that… somehow and another, he had to go and developing feelings for him would be in vain, she would end up missing him hopelessly… plus she wasn't one hundred percent sure if Hyunjin saw her that way; but on the other hand there was Chris…. Chris would be there, looking so good and being her teacher for long months of torture, since she promised herself to establish distance, besides living next door to her was agony. She couldn't stop thinking about him, his handsome silhouette even just waiting for a cotton candy. And the coincidences of things, why did she have to see him everywhere? Celeste thought maybe there was a reason.

She thought about him, the agility of his hands, his long fingers, and his concentrated image, she felt a little bad, but it was time for her to admit that she was completely attracted to her professor and mature neighbor. How could she not like him? Plus they could carry on a conversation without any trouble at all. He was interested in the same things, and he was so kind and friendly showing interest in every single thing Celeste had to say, suddenly Celeste's lack of affection was triggered like crazy as she found someone with the initiative to want to get to know her and, for the first time in twenty years she felt the immense need for attention, but not from just anyone, just specifically Chris's attention.

Celeste looked at Hyunjin for a few seconds, quickly marking the differences between him and Chris driving, but without a doubt, they had something in common she thought, they both looked so handsome doing the slightest thing. Then suddenly, like a hormonal beginner, she blushed and began to feel strangely hot and, horny.

Dirty thoughts invaded Celeste's mind, she wondered if she should try to make it all like a movie, where the girl invites the guy to spend the night after a date in anticipation of a sexual encounter but… she had never gone that far, she was afraid of ruining it since she was a total inexperienced and incompetent to sex, or at least to its practice; she was already an adult of course she knew what it was about and the infinity of subjects it covers but, her slight perfectionism distressed her knowing she couldn't be good. The sensation was also new to her, it had been years since she had felt a sexual desire and suddenly, a release of built up tension in her body at such an inopportune time as she was simply sitting next to her classmate. What bothered her most about the feeling of being aroused, was that she couldn't control who she was aroused by, she thought all the time about Chris.

Hyunjin tried to strike up a conversation with her, he was so curious about the famous star pianist; it was the reason why he talked to her in the first place and, because there was something about her that caught his attention right away, that she was a shy artist with a sweet but sad look. Hyunjin knew that once the semester was over he would have to go back to Seoul, that he should be a crazy college student living his best life far away from his country… but no, he was not like that, so he saw himself reflected in the peaceful Celeste. Since he met her, he kept a distance, not wanting to relate too much with Celeste, because he knew how emotional he could be… and once the affair was over and he had to leave, it would hurt too much not to see Celeste; but still there he was, taking her on a date, giving his best so she wouldn't like him too much.

After a while, she almost sighed as she saw that they had finally arrived at her house, she tried to calm down, she knew that sudden bursts of excitement were so common in women and she should blame it on the fact that maybe she was ovulating… but she couldn't manage to calm herself down.

“Thank you, it was a lot of fun today.” she smiled at Hyunjin.

“Sure, let's go somewhere else some other time.” he told her, watching his pretty companion get out of the car.

Just at that moment, Chris was also passing by on the street in his car, about to park it in his garage as he had come in from a spontaneous night out with Leah, she had dialed him during the afternoon almost begging him to take her to the carnival in town, Chris couldn't say no, he would never say no to anything his adored and precious Leah could tell him, but he was a little sick of having to return home every time they saw each other, he was looking forward to the weekend, only then could he stay at her apartment, or she can finally sleep in his arms in his new home.

As he drove by he couldn't help but notice the car parked in front of Celeste's home, and her getting out of the car… curiosity tingled Chris… who dropped Celeste off?

Celeste got out of Hyunjin's car and almost ran into her house, she was absolutely alone, her mother was with her older sister, she hadn't seen her father since yesterday and her brother was on a little school trip for academic competition. Celeste was so horny that she thought it was a waste that she could get someone into her room without any trouble, but there was only her.

Once she went upstairs to her room, she felt the slight dampness of her pussy touch her underwear and the garments were beginning to suffocate her, she was so new to this sensation that in an impulsive movement she began to undress quickly, ready to turned off the fire in her with a shower. As she stripped off her clothes, she could notice her reflection in her full-length mirror. She looked at herself for a few moments, naked… thinking about the intimacy of sex, thinking that she should be as she is now when she finally decides to start her sexually active life.

She looked at all the angles of her naked body, not out of vanity, but reflecting that maybe being a virgin in her twenties was not so bad, she was an adult and if she decided to start having sex, it would be the most normal thing, she was not just another young girl, she wanted to convince herself that she was a woman with needs, the need to also be touched by another man, and her mind could only project someone.

And that someone… to her surprise, he was able to enjoy her close-up show.

Chris returned from the carnival and felt dirty as he spent time in the crowd and the slight dirt kicked up by the air, without further ado he headed exhausted to his room, tossing his phone on the bed and ready to grab a couple of products he still had packed as was his skin care, in a suitcase under his window, but there it was again, the bright light from his student's room sneaking through his room, Chris didn't bother to turn on the light switch, he always liked the dark and was very well suited to it. He sighed in frustration, as he concentrated on removing his thick chains and bracelets of his wrists, so he could shower better and, thinking that one of you had to set boundaries right now, no longer leaving the window without the curtain… in disgust, Chris thought it would have to be him, by taking care of Celeste, though Chris wasn't sure what he should be taking her care of… Himself? Besides she had been living there longer and it was him invading her space and routine, maybe having the window unprotected was most normal for her since no one lived next to her for a long time.

Chris was diagonal to his window, ready to grab his stuff and go to the bathroom but, once he looked up, his body took a big impression that it was even hard to move from there, paralyzing himself. Chris wondered: what the fuck was Celeste doing standing in front of her mirror naked?

Chris opened his eyes in shock and swallowed nervously, after seconds he looked down sharply… he was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything else, no matter he closed his eyes tightly and averted his gaze; the image of Celeste bending down while sliding her underwear off, played vividly in his mind.

Helplessness gripped Chris's body, and, misplaced by adrenaline, his heart raced and he clenched his fists tightly… he didn't want to do it, he really wanted to turn away and not see her, or at least Chris was trying to fool himself, and couldn't she see him too, hidden in the dark?

Shaking with excitement, he shook his head slightly and opened his eyes again, watching Celeste analyze her body, he could see the glorious reflection of the front of her body through the mirror, showing a nice view of her breasts and well cared pussy.

Chris was so excited all of a sudden, he bit his lip only thinking about how much he wanted to grab her around the waist roughly and penetrate her hard, giving her a good reason to cry. The only moving muscles in his body was his uncontrolled chest, rising and falling heavily with fury, his throbbing hard cock and his eyes moving exhaustively recording every inch of Celeste. She was looking so exquisite to him, he thought, her round ass I'd do anything to pound it right now, her delicate nipples, shit, she was so hot.

And what turned Chris on the most was Celeste's carefree movements, looking this way and that of every millimeter of her body…. Chris thought she looked so innocent but of there was such a high possibility that her actions were the opposite, undressing and leaving her window wide open, looking for an excuse to provoke him and, if that was the goal, she was doing so fucking well, Chris wanted to corrupt Celeste by misbehaving, going around provoking and heating up her teacher.

Chris wanted to possessed her body right now, he wanted her so badly, but he had more left to do than fantasize and stand still watching.

Celeste was so focused on the strange but pleasurable feeling of her wet folds and pussy every time she moved her legs, she was so exasperated that she only decided to go into her bathroom, she washed her hands and sat on the cold marble of her sink, opening her legs and trying to stimulate herself, only for a few seconds her fingers felt so good the softness inside her, but it was not enough, she sighed in frustration and withdrew her fingers, wishing deep inside her that it was Chris touching her.

And on the other hand, for Chris, only seeing her leave could bring him back to reality, he let out a deep sigh and shook his head softly; he didn't want her to leave, he lowered his gaze to her heavy hard bulge drowned in his pants, licked his lips and exasperated thought that she should be there finishing what she caused, it wasn't fair.

Once she turned around with her back to his window, Chris came to his senses and felt incredibly guilty, giving him little twinges in his chest berating himself Chris, what did you do?

He had been so carried away by desire and pleasure that he didn't think clearly, he wanted to convince himself that the one to blame was Celeste who was strutting her ass like a slut, but he knew he was just as much to blame for watching and worse, fantasizing about her.

Chis groaned as he felt the friction of his pants as he walked and slid his curtain down hard, he was so wrapped up in arousal that he struggled all the way to his bathroom where he slowly removed his pants and let out a sigh again as he felt the fabric of his underwear rub against his cock until he released it, exposing his swollen, sensitive dick, hard as a rock, in need of attention.

It seemed absurd to him that he was so turned on by just seeing her naked… as if he had never seen another woman naked before, he was so hungry for action that he gasped when his hand held his erection, he felt so bad that it was Celeste that was the reason for his arousal, to think of her in every possible position at Chris's mercy.

He finally removed all his clothes and felt the warm water fall on his body, the truth was he wanted an excuse for more noise in the room as he was about to masturbate and, he knew it was impossible for her to hear his panting, it still caused him to panic that he would somehow be discovered, as if masturbating was suddenly a crime… but it was for him, at least thinking of Celeste that way, since he had a girlfriend.

Chris took his cock, closed his eyes in pleasure and began to move his hand up and down its length imagining that it was Celeste, that it was her delicate and skillful piano hands holding his cock, caressing it mercilessly, Chris imagined her wet pussy making noise as he penetrated her with force and her sweet tears sliding down her angelic face as she cried out and begged for more, her lips, oh her lips, he thought, enjoying his manhood as if it were a sweet lollipop. Chris increased the pace of his touches, sliding his hand hard and pulling his erection as he gasped uncontrollably, it felt so good, and he knew it would feel a thousand times better when his fantasy was complete. He forgot the last time he felt masturbation this good, making him climax between whimpers, cumming in his hand and his semen shooting out, mixing with the water of the shower, mindlessly babbling Celeste's name once he felt his load spurt out.

Chris tried to catch his breath as the water trickled down his back. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time. He tried to gaslight himself, arguing that it was as if he had seen something pornographic that caused him sudden arousal, many men in a relationship consumed porn, although Chris was never one of those men, he had no need to watch it since every time he wanted sex or to feel pleased, he expressed it without problem to his girlfriend and, despite their former distance, she was always ready for him, no matter the time difference, agreeing to do facetime sex… but today, today everything was different for Chris, tonight it was just about Celeste.

He tried to calm down and carry on without thinking too much about her, but he couldn't sleep, he was between the dilemma of desire for his student, and what an incredibly bad person he was being to his girlfriend, he didn't deserve her.

For her part, Celeste came out wrapped in her towel and stood static, feeling her blood pressure drop in fright at the sight of her uncovered window, she always forgot that detail, she hated herself for being so clueless, with embarrassment she saw that Chris’s window was covered and prayed that it had been that way for a long time… otherwise he had seen her naked and needy. Celeste walked over and pulled down her blinds in complete sorrow.

Private enough, because… if Chris saw her naked, she wouldn't want him to witness what she was about to do, she didn't want him to think she was sexually depraved. Celeste got ready for bed, made herself comfortable, grabbed her cell phone and headphones as she quickly searched her private browser for adult sites, bored and hopeless. The last time she had watched porn was a year ago when her friend who now resides in Melbourne, told Celeste about her sexual experience with a college boy…. Celeste out of curiosity took it upon herself to investigate as she told herself that's what girls her age should be doing, enjoying their sexuality if they wanted to… but the explicit images had no effect on her.

Who knew that a year later, she would finally feel the need to be touched. What started out exciting her, making her rub her legs together to feel the delicious pressure of her folds, ended up frustrating her, she sighed in annoyance, she didn't want to satisfy herself based on videos on her screen, she wanted to feel it for real, she wanted to be fucked by her handsome older neighbor, and it made her angrier the fact that there was a small chance that it would happen, after all he was a man, by matters of fate, always close to her, having alone encounters… but her chances would plummet if she found out that Chris had a girlfriend.

A couple of videos later, her libido waning a bit and it was all about visual teaching for her, she watched in detail how the sex videos unfolded until she happened to come across a video of a guy whose broad back and worked body and skin exactly Chris's tone, reminded her of him in seconds, god bless the internet, Celeste thought. And his cock was so visually cute, she thought; once again she was annoyed and sexually frustrated.

And between sighs and a wet pussy, she closed her browser tabs and left her cell phone on the furniture next to her bed, trying to sleep. But to her misfortune, when she woke up… her subconscious tricked her so much, Celeste woke up confused and agitated, still not fully conscious but she instantly remembered her first wet dream with Chris.

She wanted to feel joyful, but only felt more miserable fantasizing about him and not being able to have him. The rest of the dream was a blur, she didn't remember the circumstances of why she was with him, but she remembered the encounter so clearly, in the music room at the university, Chris fucking her nonstop, him sitting on chair in front of the piano, ramming her hard while her back was to him, ruining every inch of Celeste's fragile body, the grip on his waist felt so real and his cock inside…. Celeste thought porn ruined her brain. The poor girl went back to taking a shower to clear her head so she wouldn't feel so wet.

Simultaneously, that morning for Chris, he unexpectedly woke up to a big surprise, a morning erection, Chris couldn't believe it, self touching himself to cease it, was not his ideal way to start the day.

[…]

Chris's class was about to begin, he pondered the idea that he was an adult capable of keeping his sanity and not getting carried away by temptations and impulses. He was calm, until he saw Celeste walk through that door wearing a short skirt again; she couldn't help it, she loved simple feminine things and her closet was full of those garments.

Chris examined her, incredulous that she could be capable of making him lose his temper a little…like a hormonal teenager.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture normally, avoiding the naked image of his student sitting up front and forgetting the fact that he masturbated to her image in his head the night before, and increasingly praying internally that he wouldn't get an unexpected erection.

He could see her suddenly, so innocently sitting next to her table partner, but the truth was that she was not the least bit at ease, her fantasies began to surface again, once again making her pussy uncomfortable, she swung her legs around, staring at the desk, thinking of typical student-teacher porn videos. Celeste saw the tightness of his shirt to his arms, his bracelets on his wrists, his long fingers and his incredible handsome bearing. She couldn't sigh, but she was certainly overthinking too much.

“See you guys at rehearsal today” Chris advised once the class concluded.

And he watched her walk away, leaving him a little breathless.

“Let's go eat” suggested Hyunjin to Celeste.

She adored Hyunjin, he was shy, energetic and witty, her cheeks get tired from smiling so much when she was with him, definitely the guy you want to hold your hand and watch some movie with, and not someone to visualize destroying your insides... but with Chris she wanted the whole package, cuddles and splendid sex.

[…]

Hours later, Chris tried to pull himself together as quickly as possible, he was an adult after all, not a horny teenage kid and, just two minutes later than his scheduled class time, he walked through the noisy front door drawing the attention of his students. It was to be their first rehearsal as a group, for him.

Chris was randomly angry, mostly frustrated at not being able to touch Celeste. She noticed, it wasn't the same relaxed expression he had in the morning... he looked tense and despot... somehow she found him attractive but wondered what had him like that.

As if somehow it was possible, Chris's already sharp eyes became darker and sharper, he looked at each of his students, taking a special visual pause at Celeste and continued to say in his detonating tone:

“Okay, I want you to introduce yourselves and tell me what instrument you play.”

The class started and Celeste noticed that in a way he was taking his anger out on her, at first she noticed it normal, telling her to play the piece again and perfect it… but after the fifth time she felt it personal, he even sat next to her insinuating that her technique was not right, Celeste couldn't believe it, she didn't believe how incredibly asshole he was behaving when yesterday he spoke to her so sweetly and told her that he admired her playing. It irritated her so much that he became overbearing, that he scolded her every 5 seconds and wanted to impart his way of teaching as if a know-it-all.

Chris was annoyed, something in him took over his feelings when it came to her, his star student, which Chris only wanted her to be the best and always stand out above everyone else… or at least he thought so. He thinks Celeste is too talented to settle for being part of an orchestra, she was a diamond in the rough that if she put her mind to it she could become a great composer or a recognized soloist. That's why he was putting pressure on her, since apparently Chris realized that she was so good at acting like a slut too, flirting with his other student, Hyunjin, and purposely stripping with her window open to tease him so well, and wearing those mini skirts… If she wanted to be a big girl she had to endure the hard life and behave like one, Chris wanted her to prove to him that she could do it on her own, making it excellent, like a very good girl.

Hyunjin also noticed Chris's strange behavior on all the students, especially on Celeste, he noticed his stern looks at her and the way only with her he bent his body in a certain way… but then it was his turn, Chris was also harsh and critical of the way Hyunjin played the violin.

“Again, Burton.” commanded Chris domineeringly.

Celeste sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes and started playing again, but within seconds, he interrupted her.

“You want to have a solo?” he said to Celeste.

She frowned, looking up at him, Chris leaned towards her waiting for an answer, Celeste replied in a rude manner emitting a sound, “Mmh?” she replied, to which he quickly looked at her in a threatening manner for her rude reply, which immediately, Celeste stirred from her seat and retracted saying in a softer tone:

“Excuse me?”

“That if you would like to have your solo.”

Celeste nodded, looking at him with her big, sympathetic eyes, driving Chris crazy in seconds.

“Then perfect it.”

He said curtly despite the fact that she touched a soft spot inside him. Finally class ended and practically all the students sighed in relief that they were free of Professor Bang for the rest of the day.

Celeste was annoyed with Chris, she felt humiliated in front of her classmates, so once the bell rang, she quickly stood up from her seat, causing Chis to back away from his approach to her, and walked over to Hyunjin who kept the violin in its case, she wanted to ignore Chris. Hyunjin smiled warmly at her and leaned close to her ear to whisper:

“Are you okay? Don't you think Mr. Bang was a little hard on you?”

She watched him as he pulled away from her ear, inches from her face, he looked so cute and tender with his concerned and submissive expression, so tender that Celeste wanted to squeeze his cuddly cheeks, she needed attention and warm treatment after being treated badly. Celeste nodded softly with a smile on her face, he returned the gesture, they were so close to each other, their mischievous glances passed from their eyes to each others’s lips.

“You have to do your best at rehearsals since it's only once a week when I see you. See you in your next class.”

The rest of the students gave their teacher lazy looks, one girl or another wondering if he fucked hard and demanded too much in sex as he taught his class. Everyone was moving except Celeste and Hyunjin, locked in their world, Chris noticed it when the boys obstructing his view of her retreated and his blood flowed fast through his veins at seeing her so close to that boy.

“Celeste,” he called her, interrupting her.

She turned to see him, still annoyed, his nostrils flaring as he took in deep breaths.

“Come here.” he ordered her.

She walked slowly towards him and, Chris in a low voice said:

“Make sure you bring me your composition, you can show me at my place later.”

Celeste stared into his eyes, his suspicious, gravelly voice made her pussy react, she couldn't hate him for the world, even after being hard on her… he had her totally captivated. She nodded submissively and snapped back to reality once Chris took a step back.

[…]

The rest of the afternoon Celeste kept thinking about Chris having invited her directly but indirectly to his house… she was so nervous, thinking of the endless possibilities. All the scenarios in her head, yet she wanted to give him her best work. That day Celeste was working playing the piano in a refined little girls's ballet class, she went there only a few days and the owner let her stay late practicing on the piano. So she tried everything, seriously wanting to give her best project to Chris so he would stop nagging that his technique was correct and not hers.

After leaving, she wanted to try to eat, but couldn't from nerves, she went straight home and thought it was the necessary time to go visit him, plus take a slight peek if his car was found. She completely fixed herself, took a shower, fixed her hair, put her make up again and started to make a mess trying to look for her nicest skirt and before leaving, she clearly took the sheets with music that she considered to be her best work… if it was not so good she could excuse herself playing a little with him by asking him for support in getting better, to teach her, wanting to create tension between them.

Celeste was scared to death, today was the day, she honestly didn't care about anything, she finally liked someone and didn't want to let him go, she would earn it.

She arranged her hair once she crossed the gate to his driveway, she saw every detail of the entrance to his house and… letting out a sigh, she knocked softly on his door, she couldn't help it, she had a big smile on her face, she could already visualize Chris opening the door, what will he be wearing? she thought. Will he wear comfortable clothes once he is home?

However, she was greeted to someone she wasn't expecting at all, Celeste's smile faded and her little excitement and hopes died there, around 8 o'clock at night.

“Can I help you with something?” spoke the girl who greeted Celeste.

It was Leah who, to Chris's surprise as well, suddenly appeared at his house. Leah examined the girl, puzzled as to what a pretty, dressed up girl was doing knocking on her boyfriend's door at night.

Celeste blinked suddenly in disbelief.

“Oh, it's nothing just… I'm here to drop something off to…”

Celeste shifted the folder nervously in her hands.

“Celeste.” appeared Chris meters away, behind his girlfriend.

There he was, indeed wearing more comfortable clothes once he's home. He looked so cute that Celeste's heart broke again; it was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend, she could tell by the possessive look she was giving Chris. She had to step back off, she wasn't going to be one of those girls.

Celeste smiled at him and Leah looked at both of them wrong, feeling left out between the strange appearance of a girl she didn't know, and the slightly excited tone of her boyfriend calling her name. She didn't want an explanation, she needed one.

Chris approached them both and Celeste without thinking held out the folder, which he took with a smile.

“Thanks, I'll look it over.”

The poor girl didn't want to stand there for another second watching the happy couple, so she was quick to say:

“Thanks, I have to go.”

Chris gave her a simple nod of his head and Celeste turned, walking quickly home repeating fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over again.

Leah closed the door and looked at Chris waiting for an answer, now.

“Celeste?” she said in an annoyed tone.

“She's my student, she came to deliver some sheet music I asked for.” said Chris downplaying it and walking away from Leah.

“Why did you ask a student to come all the way to your house for a little extra credit?” she spoke irritated following her boyfriend.

“Don't be silly, she lives next door.”

“That doesn't make it any better.”

Chris smiled at how adorable Leah looked jealous, to which he walked over to her, squeezed her forearms and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. In a way Chris did feel guilty, he masturbated thinking and fantasizing about another woman and the uncontrollable feelings betrayed him, impulsively inviting her home, he didn't know what he was thinking. He believed that only this time Leah had every right to be upset.

Actually in a way he was grateful for Leah's sudden visit; he had no idea what he would do alone with Celeste in the dining room of his home with absolutely no one around.

Celeste arrived home sad, almost in tears, she had wasted a nice outfit and lost her chances of being with Chris.

SIX: soap

i said too much, it overflowed, why do I always spill? ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Chris followed his rule and didn't want to spy on Celeste for a second, his curtain remained there.

After Celeste handed him her work, he couldn't wait and once Leah left, he sat down at the piano at home and started playing the beautiful melody, satisfied, he smiled, he knew Celeste wouldn't disappoint him, he was already looking forward to talk to her about the topic in practice.

On Thursday, Chris had to cover a class since he wasn't supposed to be at the university until his daily practice with Celeste, but he still took care of the matter quickly.

Celeste was sad that on Thursdays there was no class with Bang, yet she was glad at the same time that she could rest from their embarrassing encounter yesterday, all dolled up and made up for nothing. But to discover that she had a pretty girlfriend.

It was lunch time, so he decided that he would go visit Leah, he wanted to grab lunch at his girlfriend's favorite place, it was her day off work and, he could not stand to be locked in the same radar as Celeste for a second, he did not want to eat alone in his office or in the teacher's room, much less go back home where he would instantly remember that pale pink room that was the owner of his deepest fantasies. So he drove to his girlfriend's building, who wasn't answering his messages and Chris figured it was because on her days off she usually wakes up late.

Chris greeted the doorman, whose man recognized him and let him in with no problem, Chris had the key to Leah's apartment that she herself had given him for any kind of occasion, if she didn't answer, he would enter without any problem.

He knocked on Leah's door, she, who thought it was the delivery guy and found it strange that the lobby staff didn't let her know that the guy was already on his way, still, she opened the door in seconds finding a smiling Chris.

“Channie” she sighed in surprise.

“Hi, love” Chris fleetingly kissed Leah. “You're awake.”

Leah turned pale and stood stiffly in the doorway expressing intense fear. Chris didn't notice and walked into the apartment, Leah reacted quickly.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” she replied nervously.

Chris turned to see her, this time concerned about her expression.

“Let's go eat at your favorite coffee shop since I have a few hours before I go back to college... are you okay?” leaned Chris a little towards her, who was avoiding eye contact with him and wearing a sexy loose silk nightgown to sleep.

“I'm feeling a little sick... can we go another day?”

Chris was instantly disturb and took his girlfriend's trembling hands, thankful that he was there if she was feeling ill. He lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eye, Chris saw for the first time an unfamiliar look in her, one of genuine fear and terror; suddenly amidst the silence, the sound of the shower turning on was present. Chris was so puzzled, between the strange look on his girlfriend's face and that sound, incredulously, he said:

“Were you about to take a bath?” he turned away from Leah for a few seconds, he sensed something incredibly wrong.

And there it was his worst nightmare. As he took a few inevitable steps that Leah couldn't stop it, on the floor beside the couch, men's clothes lay, tie and white button-down shirt and, on the couch, a black briefcase.

Chris swallowed and his jaw instantly tensed, his vision blurred, almost wanting to lose his balance as his heart began to pound, at the same time as he felt his chest tear in two for the first time. He didn't want to believe it, it was impossible that this was what he thought it was. He turned quickly to look at Leah in denial, waiting for her to say something nonsensical and that it wasn't what he believed. But the signs were so clear: Leah's thick tears streaming down her face, another man's personal items strewn about and the sound of scolding.... Chris thought the son of a bitch was just standing there like it was nothing, taking a shower in the place where he made love to Leah before.

“No... please don't, Leah, no you.. please don't” Chris almost whined, denying that the love of his life had been unfaithful to him.

She couldn't speak, she had been speechless, she didn't have something to say to him, she couldn't apologize for something so terrible.

Chris waited a second clinging to a drop of hope that all this was just a horrible nightmare and that he could wake up soon, that she would tell him it was a misunderstanding, that she would never betray him like that, but her silence gave it all away. It was a horrible physical pain, as if he had exercised non-stop and was out of breath, heartbroken he tried to walk to the door to leave. Leah gently took him by the arm and whispered, “Chris.” He quickly disengaged from her lazy touch and said now full of rage and without even turning to look at her, “Fuck you.”

And he walked out of the building still in a state of shock, heartless, thinking that this was the end of three years of his life dedicated to someone, losing them in an instant. Chris got into his car and emotions took the strongest of him, crying, crying for the woman he knew as well as he knew himself, for whom he kissed under the moon grateful to find someone like her, who knew his fears and his most insignificant details as silly as knowing his favorite discontinued childhood snack.

What will I do now? he asked himself. He felt empty, weak and listless. Chris silenced his phone in case she suddenly insisted, he didn't want to see her even as a joke, not even because if it was the end of the world he would never run into her again; so he drove aimlessly, to what the remains of his heart took him to the beach. People taking their morning walks, walking their pets, taking advantage of the great clouds that the Sydney sky offered on a day like that. And, although they both loved the beach, the place never made him feel homesick.

[…]

Chris tried to calm down and, among the darkness, there was a light, his light had a name and she was sitting waiting for him, her posture straight, moving her feet waiting for him to arrive. Once he saw her, he smiled, for the first time in hours. Celeste turned in his direction once she felt his presence enter, she was so sad that she no longer had a motivation, like trying to flirt with her teacher.

Chris sat down next to her, immediately feeling her like a warm embrace just by having her close.

Celeste looked at him closely, waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at her.

“Did you like... the composition?” she asked uncomfortably having him close, speaking to him more formally.

“I think it’s great.” he whispered without clearing his gaze from her lips.

Celeste was going crazy... she knew that was flirting in a way, she didn't want to get involved in that way, she had to cut his game no matter how much she liked him.

“You won't change your mind next week and tell me to perfect it in front of the whole class?” she mentioned, lowering her gaze to the piano keyboard, if bearing to be so close to his face.

Chris examined everything about her... Thinking it was no longer a sin to desire her. He wanted to taste every part of her, from her incredible artistic talent, to her most intimate place.

He let out a chuckle, they were going to review their composition today but, Chris thought better of it and took advantage of that.

“I think we can still work on it a bit” he told her softly and leaned over pretending he was going to look for the copy in his briefcase, until he sat up and with a grimace of displeasure said, “But I forgot it at home, why don't we try something else today and if you can come to my house to see your composition that would be fine with me.”

It was a damn lie, Celeste's composition was in his bag, but the combination of her and him alone in his house was something he desperately longed for to happen. Chris wondered if she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to do it to her. But he could tell, her odd behavior, her pleading eyes, she just needed a push, a cue and Chris was about to give it all to her, he needed her so badly.

Celeste didn't know what to say, she hated being so submissive when it came to him... but with her heart racing she thought it wasn't a crime to be near him, she wouldn't try anything, she swore, she just wanted the closeness of the man she secretly liked.

She nodded.

The rest of the practice Chris tried to build tension and succeeded with flying colors, Celeste's amused and nervous reaction was... something that made him sigh.

Throughout their time together Celeste also noticed his slightly red eyes and his thick nose due to his nasal breathing being a little clogged, she thought if... it could be that Chris was crying.

“Do you want to go to my place now… I mean, also you place, since you next door” Chris said a little nervous and with a more relaxed tone, just as if they were friends.

They just finished their session and Chris was more than needy for her, to finally know him, he was so ready just with a simple yes of her.

Celeste looked at him, so gorgeous with his dark hair and strong manly appearance, she wanted him that it hurt her, she thought all the morning about his girlfriend, about how good he’d treat her, how she can get him everyday whenever she wants, she never felt so envious before.

“I have to work” she simply said, cutting off all her fantasies.

“Do you need a ride?”

She saw him again, almost biting her lip not knowing what he was playing, but it made her horny.

[…]

Chris shouldn't be nervous and excited, he should be sad crying because his ex-girlfriend cheated on him; but he couldn't, his depression lasted between 10 a.m and 1 p.m. when he finally saw Celeste... because when he saw her, there was no such negative feeling in him. He was as excited as when two people meet on their long awaited date, Chris could finally freely admit that he was crazy about every part of her, there was something about her that made him feel different, he wanted to take care of her, kiss her slowly, fulfill his every fantasy with her... it was something indescribable, it would just make her feel so good.

Celeste hesitated to do the same ritual of getting all dolled up to see Chris, but she couldn't help it, she wanted to look pretty for him; she wanted his eyes glued on her. She was so envious of his girlfriend. She would give anything to be her for just one day.

With bated breath and his heart pounding, once again, Celeste knocked on Chris’s door, Chris himself opened it.

He looked so good, wearing all black, now in more casual clothes, highlighting the slight pallor of his skin.

They smiled at each other and he let her pass. She couldn't process how happy she was to see the inside of his house and breathing in Chris’s scent ten times more intensified, it drove her crazy.

Celeste took off her shoes in the doorway and intensely followed Chris, leading her into the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink?” he said to her.

She was so nervous she couldn't take anything, so she just shook her head.

“Oh, no thanks, maybe just water.”

She saw how attractive he looked, taking two glass tumblers and pouring water in both of them, honestly Chris was thirsty, he examined Celeste, who was wearing another of her short skirts and that was when he thought only her wet pussy rubbed on his face could take the dryness out of his mouth. He moved dangerously close to her and handed her glass of water, she noticed how ridiculously small the glass looked in his long fingers. She took it, brushing his hand and smiled at him.

“The piano is over there.” he commented to her.

Chris had no idea how to seduce her, thinking that maybe smart girls like her might turn him down, but he was going to do his best to taste his sweet student, to taste Celeste's lips.

She was amazed once they walked into the room, looking at the beautiful, well-kept instrument. Celeste always wanted one at home.

They both sat in the chair, bumping their bodies, Celeste didn't know whether to feel hot from the incredible tension, or sad that she knew she wouldn't do anything.

Chris pulled his body closer together and whispered to her,

“How do you play it?”

Her music notes were in front of her, so she began to play them without thinking. She ended up satisfied with a smile, however that melody had been a rough draft that she never wanted to show. Only if Chris asked for it, she would do it.

She turned to see him to wait for his feedback, but their faces were so close, Chris observed every faction of her and Celeste did the same with him, his lips looked so good; she felt bad that there was a great tension, she wanted to be that close to him forever... until Chris couldn't take it anymore, and impulsively, did what he wanted to do from the beginning, he gently took his student's chin, and kissed her slowly, savoring every detail of her mouth.

Celeste was surprised, but let herself go, closing her eyes and feeling the fine touch of his lips, finally, it felt so good she could explode.

Chris kissed her boldly but gentle, taking his time, making the sound of their collapsing lips more pronounced. Chris could hear Celeste's difficulty breathing as she was so aroused and it turned him on irrevocably.

He held her tight around the waist and carried her a little so that she sat on his lap.

Celeste was living her dream, she couldn't stop, she couldn't think of anything else but Chris, Chris, finally granting her fantasies.

Chris was hard just thinking of the endless things he wanted to do with her, but... right now, he wanted her to cum for him just from his kisses if possible.

He decided to start slow, he didn't want to scare her and act desperate, he would treat her so well on their first encounter that he would leave her begging for more.

He started by inserting his tongue, making the act dirtier, as he had gently between kisses, he couldn't help it, finally his Celeste, his good girl, just for him.

Chris circled her waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed her thighs, unsure if he should touch her pussy on their first encounter. Celeste lost her sanity completely, she was wet, she felt Chris's erection, she couldn't think clearly what the next move was but it still felt good.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, smelling the sweet scent of his new lover; he knew he had to do it slow but Chris was dying to take her and make her scream for him. Still he didn't give in to his impulses. He wanted to take care of his greatest treasure.

Celeste moaned at the touch of his lips brushing her skin, it felt so good until she remembered the main reason she was going to refrain from Chris.

“You have a girlfriend.” she said in horror.

Chris smiled sideways, the timing was perfect, he was single, just ready to taste Celeste.

“I don't have one, princess” he whispered to her excitedly.

She couldn't decide to believe him or not, as he kissed her again, she noticed Chris hesitating on her thigh, whether to slip his hand under her skirt, to which she gently guided Chris's large hand to her center. He smiled happy that she had helped him make his decision and without a second thought, he parted her legs and ran his fingers through her sensitive folds. Celeste moaned; Chris held her tight and had his face pressed against hers on her right side, Celeste feeling his warm breath.

Chris gasped as he felt her wet cunt, the one and only he had dreamed of so much, her entrance was so ready and dilated and her clit was begging for attention. Chris rubbed her clit, causing Celeste's trembling body to react with spasms of pleasure, finally, she was going to be serviced by the one she desired the most.

Chris watched her every reaction with pride, her pretty face trying to hide pleasure as he caressed and played mercilessly with her pussy, her, so lubricated that Chris felt great to slide his fingers inside her labia, Chris's cock burning and aching locked in his underwear not resisting anymore, he wanted her soft pussy drowned in his cock, but he had to control himself, he had to go slow… Chris watched her, thinking how angelic she looked completely surrendered to his caresses, so, lust got the best of him and made him whisper in Celeste's ear in a husky voice one of his dirty fantasies:

“Call me daddy when we're alone like this, you and me princess, while daddy touches you and makes you feel good.”

Celeste bit her lip, she didn't think she could get any hotter, Chris's gasps were enough, but the way he wanted to make a simple term so dirty made her pussy throb more.

“Daddy” she almost whimpered.

Chris smiled proudly and inserted two fingers into her lubricated orifice, not neglecting her sensitive spot, massaging it. He went deep into her, making her release a soft scream.

“You like that, sweetie, huh?” he murmured in desire “You like how daddy fucks you with his fingers?”

Celeste nodded without thinking clearly as she saw Chris's marked arm fixed on her pussy, she was panting harder and harder, the pressure of Chris's cock against her ass and his quick movements with his hand were going to make her explode, she had never felt an orgasm so anxiety built up with her body, but Chris's nimble movements in her cunt made her feel so close. He noticed it immediately, the slight collapse of her body, trembling, she was about to cum.

“Cum for me, princess” Chris gasped making his onslaught rougher.

Until Celeste's poor body couldn't take it, she gasped loudly, whimpering she closed her eyes, throwing back her head and let out all her tension, squirting her teacher's fingers.

Chris smiled broadly panting softly watching the pretty girl on his lap catch her breath; he pulled his fingers from inside her, soaked in her liquid, Chris directed his fingers to Celeste's mouth caressing her lips, she watched him confused and opened her mouth unsure.

“Taste how sweet you are. Lick them.”

She saw his hand and then stared into his eyes as she sucked her fingers hard, Chris licked his lips watching with satisfaction the scene of her lips licking his digits dirtily swelled his cock more, he wanted her mouth on his hard member now.

Chris kissed her again once he removed his hand from her mouth, almost begging her to get on her knees.

“Make me feel good, princess, get on your knees.” sighed a needy Chris.

She sketched a smile and followed his directions, she knew what was coming, she had seen it before but had never experienced it, she was so excited, like she was about to unwrap a gift she had waited so long for, consumed with curiosity as to what might be inside.

Chris helped her pull down his sport shorts and she sighed at the sight of the large bulge in his underwear, Celeste gasped again and was wet in seconds, he watched the whole scene from above, her frail hands gripping the edge of his boxer brief elastic, pulling down to release his hard cock. Chris groaned at the friction and the sudden rush of air and his erection shot out, rising as if it had a life of its own.

Celeste's eyes sparkled and she opened her mouth slightly in amazement as she reflexively began to drool, she thought it was huge, it was swollen, veiny and had a nice pink undertone, her favorite color, she held it painstakingly, thinking it would hurt too much when he finally fucked her; she ran his precum over his stiff dick, Chris smiled arrogantly at her innocent reaction and her two hands wrapped around his cock; she felt its texture for the first time so excited to taste it and she did, opening her mouth wide to fit it, she licked its length, feeling each of its bulging veins, tried her best to let his penis fuck her mouth.

Chris threw his head back, enjoying his pumping sex being serviced and lubricated, finally his neighbor's sweet lips eating his hard cock as she moaned softly in choked gasps “mmhh” enjoying every inch of her well endowed professor, combined with the shocking sound of her glorious movements on squirting his cock, of her lips colliding with his skin; Celeste was so ecstatic that her drenched pussy cried out to be touched again.

He held her gently by her hair, watching her head bob up and down eating his dick, Chris couldn't take it anymore, he was in paradise, it felt so good, he wanted to move his hips to fuck her pretty mouth hard until he felt her throat and make her gag hard, but he decided to let her take control this time, taking him to the extreme. The soft inside of her cheeks felt so good as she stroked his cock, and she wasn't even taking it all the way in, causing him so much satisfaction thinking it was too big for her, but she would learn to have it all, sooner or later, he thought. She had to learn to be a good girl for her daddy.

“Mmm, just like that baby, you're doing great” Chris whimpered on the verge of his orgasm.

Chris gently pushed her head, he was being so soft with her, but he was dying to ruin her pretty makeup and make her cry. The marked veins on his neck became noticeable, he was going to cum hard, he kept panting, he was getting louder and louder, sometimes he would clamp his teeth together and suck inward making his characteristic sound of pleasure. Celeste's jaw ached, and had liquid dripped from the edges of her mouth; so she withdrew her mouth for a second, making their sticky mixed fluids come out in such a special scene, she saw his most detonating swollen cock if that was even possible, this time more white liquid was coming out of his tip and his dick was a little redder, throbbing a little more, Celeste wanted to rest her mouth so she started to jerk him off hard while kissing his stiff but soft tip making Chris ecstatic, the first drops of his seed started to come out, he was about to cum.

“Put in your mouth, babygirl, let daddy cum in your pretty mouth, please” gasped Chris staring at her.

She happily obeyed, slipping his heavy cock into her cavity, Chris moaned loudly and within seconds all of his discharge fell into her, feeling it shoot out, his glorious warm semen.

Celeste became ecstatic, moving her head back causing some of his semen to drip down her blouse. Her mouth was full, she didn't know what was next…

“Swallow it like a good little girl for me, don't you like it?” said still agitated Chris, stroking her hair as she tried to steady herself.

Celeste swallowed hard, the liquid was so thick she felt it slowly sliding down her throat, she smiled, thought somehow or other she had some of Chris in her, she adored him so much, she loved seeing him so messed up and ruined by her, being pleasured.

Chris saw the noticeable action of her throat, he smiled as he saw her heeding him.

“You're a very good girl” he stroked her hair more. “Come here.”

She stood up as he continued to sit up, Chris bit his lip and glued her body to his, lifting his gaze to see her; he slipped his hands under her skirt again, this time massaging her ass and she moaned, Chris realized that eating his cock had left her aroused again and he wasn't going to leave her like that, she deserved to be rewarded again and again, at least now.

He ignored the fact that she was only wearing her little panties under her skirt, thinking proudly that she did it just for him, but what a fucking slut, he thought.

Chris sat up and kissed her again fiercely, Celeste lifted her face and stood on her tiptoes as she inertia circled his neck, she always wanted to kiss him that way like in the movies. Chris held her with one hand on her lower back and the other crushing her ass.

He pulled away from her and admired her, her eyes slightly watery and her lips swollen; it seemed like an agonizing eternity to Celeste that he wasn't stripping her naked and fucking her hard, but Chris hadn't planned it that way, at least not their first time, he wanted to leave her begging for more and he was succeeding.

Chris moved both hands down to her ass, moving closer to her cunt entrance and slowly parting her folds, she moaned.

“Your pussy is needy again, baby?” he whispered to her.

Celeste nodded in embarrassment, but she was so curious to know what he might do.

“Let me take care of it, sweetie. Sit down.”

Celeste followed his instructions, leaving herself in that thin elongated chair in front of the piano, now it was Chris who got on his knees, he spread her legs placing himself in between them, Celeste was predicting what was coming she was almost screaming yes, please, now. Chris lifted her thin skirt, Celeste held on tightly leaning on her hands, he had not yet begun to touch her and she in desperation was already trembling; he smiled at the reaction and slid her panties down her legs, finally leaving him the view of her ruined pussy exalted and wet; Chris licked his lips so hungrily and shamelessly kissed it with his tongue making the beastly sound of her wetness echo, she gasped at the feel of his hot tongue finally on her, which made Celeste whimper, her breathing was rising and falling, she needed more of him now.

Chris was so hard again, he wanted to explore her pussy hard. He let out a choked moan as he felt her softness.

“Fuck, princess you're so wet and you taste so good.”

Chris sucked on her clitoris he flicked it with the soft tip of his tongue, making a performance of movements; his left hand held her thigh tightly and with his index finger he caressed the soft inside of her folds, Chris began to lick her frantically creating the tense atmosphere filled with her sighs and the sound of his saliva mixing with her liquids. Suddenly he began again to penetrate her with two of his fingers as he buried his mouth in her pussy, feeling his hot breath on her pubis mons. Chris was so aroused that he directed his hand to his hard cock to stimulate it vigorously. Celeste was going crazy, she was going to cum twice as intense as the first time, she lowered her gaze with her mouth open completely lost in lust and looked intertwined glances with Chris who was leering at her as he ate her dripping pussy and stimulated her clit.

Celeste was so close, her body was losing strength and her legs were trembling, Chris could feel it and in one swift movement, he withdrew his fingers, extended her entrance further and inserted his tongue, feeling the softness of lover's loins.

Chris pulled away a little, squeaking saliva making quite a mess because of her needy pussy and jerked his cock hard again, he watched her for a few seconds, whimpering because she had missed his touch.

“Who's making you feel so good, princess?”

“Daddy” she mumbled without thinking, “Please” she whimpered begging, she was about to have her second orgasm.

She watched him for a moment, and bit her lip at what she saw, Chris on his knees self pleasuring himself, her cunt throbbed harder, she wanted him inside of her right now.

“Please what...” he moaned with a smile at the sight of her unabashedly seeing his cock.

“Fuck me, daddy” she whimpered in embarrassment, her cheeks growing redder.

Chris let out a giggle at her boldness and he, who thought she was so innocent, turned out to be hungry for his cock in her pussy, he wanted to fuck her and she was in the perfect position, open just for him and his dick was more than ready to be inserted in her, but he wanted their first time to be so special, a pretty girl like her deserved all the nice treats. She was going to be his princess.

Chris was so excited, he stood up and leaned over a little, rubbing his hard penis on her entrance, teasing her.

“You want daddy's cock, huh?”

Chris raised his eyebrows and looked at her haughtily. Celeste nodded in desperation at the rubbing of his hard glans. Chris enjoyed her reaction for a moment and let out a chuckle again, leaning toward her making them face each other. He looked into her eyes, Celeste noticed his piercing gaze, giving her chills.

“Not today, princess, today I'm going to make you cum in my mouth.”

Chris thought their sessions together were about to get more than interesting.

“I like you, Chris.” she moaned as she returned to the feel of his tongue inside her.

Celeste's body heated up in embarrassment, she didn't know why she suddenly had to confess that.

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heart-2-get · 4 months

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A bondage story with power exchange and then wholesome cardiophilia aftercare would be sooo cute and like what if it was about princesses or something :’)

this is my first time ever writing anything like this! it turned out to be a lot more about the power exchange than the bondage or cardiophilia, but the ending is soft and sweet and hopefully focused just enough on the heartbeats to be good! enjoy!

“N-nineteen!” Alexandra cried, tears welling along her lash line and spilling down over her cheeks. Her skin was so warm and flushed she was surprised they didn’t just evaporate into thin air on the spot rather than drenching the satin sheets beneath her as the sound of her mistress’ hairbrush striking her skin cracked through the air.

“Good girl,” Celeste purred, gently caressing Alexandra’s angry, welted skin with the back of the hand that held the brush. “You’re so close, sweetheart. Just one more. Do you think you can take it for me?”

Alexandra nodded, yelping as she felt her mistress’ other hand slip up along her spine and fist in her curls, yanking her head back sharply. She didn’t need to be prompted to know what the tug meant.

“Yes, your highness,” she choked, breathing a sigh of relief as the grip on her hair eased. “Anything for you.”

Without any time or warning, the hairbrush came down on Alexandra’s backside one last time, pulling a shrill keen from her throat and causing her to sag into her mistress’ lap with a broken sob as she choked out a raspy twenty. She bit her lip to stifle any more cries, afraid to earn herself any more swats. She’d already gone from fifteen to twenty by squirming and protesting; if nothing else, she’d learned her lesson.

“There we go, we’re all done with your punishment,” Celeste murmured softly, setting the hairbrush aside and smoothing her palm over Alexandra’s inflamed skin, drawing a soft mewl out of her sub. She gripped the other woman’s cheek firmly, carefully pulling it aside, watching Alexandra’s slit part just a little along with her buttocks, strings of slick clinging to her swollen pink folds. “It looks like you enjoyed it. I knew you would. No matter how much you protest, you always get so wet when I spank you.”

Alexandra shuddered as she felt her mistress’ fingertips skirt along her cheek before slipping in the wetness between her thighs. She couldn’t help the wanton moan that slipped out when one of those fingers sank deep into her tight, needy pussy. It felt so good but it wasn’t nearly enough and she earned herself another hair pull as she arched her hips in a desperate attempt to take the finger even deeper.

“Not yet,” Celeste tutted disapprovingly. “You don’t want me to have to spank you some more, do you?”

“No, my lady,” Alexandra warbled hurriedly. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll behave.”

“Good.” Celeste worked her finger out half way and slowly thrust back inside, her knuckle dragging against the other woman’s g-spot in the process. “You know you’ll be rewarded soon. I just want to play with your sweet little cunt a little before I let you come. You know how much I love splitting you open on my fingers.”

Alexandra did know and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t absolutely love being stretched open and toyed with. Though she and Celeste were of equal stature in their respective kingdoms, behind closed doors she loved feeling small and precious and filthy and used. It helped to loosen something inside of her chest, the knot that began to form when she’d been in charge for a little too long without an outlet. Letting Celeste take the reins gave her brain a chance to click off for a little while and she relished the time they got to spend together.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

Alexandra moaned as a second finger joined the first, scissoring open inside of her, stretching her exquisitely around the intrusion.

“You, your highness.” She clenched around the invading fingers and was rewarded with a caress down her back. “All of me belongs to you.”

Celeste hummed contentedly, her fingers curling and gently bumping her sub’s cervix, causing stars to explode behind Alexandra’s tightly closed eyelids. She teased the moaning, mewling woman for another moment or two before pulling her fingers out, gently patting Alexandra’s thigh.

“On your back and spread your legs for me,” Celeste ordered, watching as Alexandra hurried to obey. Her eyes tracked the other woman as she circled the bed and she gave her sub a few moments to settle in before getting to her feet. Moving to the foot of the bed, she took a moment just to admire the sight before her. Her sub looked beautiful with her breasts heaving, nipples pebbled from arousal and legs spread wide to reveal her soaking wet, glistening cunt.

“I bet you’re going to taste extra sweet after all the abuse your poor little ass took,” Celeste murmured as she climbed onto the bed and crawled in between Alexandra’s thighs.

“Yes, please, your highness,” Alexandra begged, her heels digging into the mattress.

“Use your words, my sweet girl,” Celeste encouraged her sub. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want your mouth on me.” Alexandra swallowed thickly, moaning softly at the mere thought of it. “O-on my pussy. Please, my lady.”

Celeste chuckled softly, situating herself low on the bed, her face mere inches from Alexandra’s folds. “I can’t help but give you what you want when you beg so pretty.”

Without another word, Celeste leaned in, her mouth closing around Alexandra’s clit. She smiled as Alexandra’s hips rolled of their own volition, bringing her clit deeper into Celeste’s mouth, making it that much easier to swirl her tongue around it. As she suckled on the swollen little nub, her fingers found Alexandra’s opening again, sinking inside just as easily as they had before. She was rewarded with a gasp and cry from her sub and she encouraged the other woman with a broad sweep of her tongue over her folds.

For the next several minutes, Celeste worked Alexandra into a fervor. Alternating between licks, sucks, and nips to her clit and deep thrusts of her fingers into Alexandra’s hot, wet pussy, Celeste coaxed her toward an orgasm. She could tell when Alexandra was getting close, knew just by the way Alexandra’s core spasmed around her penetrating fingers and the way her body writhed, chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths.

“I’m going to come, your highness,” Alexandra gasped breathlessly as Celeste sank a third finger into her waiting cunt, stretching her to her limit. “May I please come? I-I can’t hold it much longer!”

Celeste hummed, her mouth otherwise occupied, and edged Alexandra for another few seconds before lifting her head, never once missing a beat with her fingers, continuing their quick, maddening thrusting.

“You know that’s not how we usually do things,” she hedged, her thumb coming up to take over teasing Alexandra’s clit. “But since you took your punishment so well, I think I can be persuaded. Ask me one more time, princess.”

Alexandra whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to hold back the tide of her climax. “Please, my lady, may I come? You feel so good inside me. Please!”

Celeste drove her fingers in deep, stilling them inside as her thumb continued to rub Alexandra’s clit. “Come for me.”

A heartbeat or two later and Alexandra was arching off the bed, her hips jerking as her thighs quivered, pussy clenching tight around Celeste’s fingers. Celeste could feel the intensity of the orgasm as Alexandra rode it out and she relished each and every gasp and shout that tumbled from the other woman’s lips. She murmured soft encouragements, rubbing Alexandra’s g-spot with a fierce precision that kept wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her sub’s body. She lifted her free hand and splayed it across Alexandra’s belly, pressing in deeply to calm the savage bucking of the girl’s hips.

As Alexandra’s orgasm finally started to subside and her body collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, Celeste was treated to the frantic fluttering of the artery running through Alexandra’s belly beneath her hand. It stuttered a little when she carefully eased her fingers out from inside Alexandra’s spent and dripping pussy and Celeste couldn’t help but grin at the sensation knowing that she was responsible for the strain on her sub’s heart.

“You did so well,” she praised as she propped herself on her elbows before slowly rising to her knees, looking down at Alexandra’s exhausted form, her sub’s chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath and calm her racing heartbeat.

Celeste shifted, shifting backwards off the bed and rising, meeting Alexandra’s gaze. “Don’t move just yet, sweetheart; I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into the ensuite bathroom for a minute, returning a short while later with a warm, wet cloth and coming to kneel between Alexandra’s thighs once more. She made quick work of carefully cleaning the other woman up, wiping away the slick and saliva that was quickly drying along her folds, and tossed the cloth aside as she finished up.

“How are you feeling?” Celeste asked as she made her way around to Alexandra’s side, crawling in next to her and gently laying a hand on her belly.

“M’good,” Alexandra murmured sleepily, her words slurring a little as she drifted in the blissful void between subspace and lucidity.

“Do you need anything?”

Alexandra shook her head, her half-lidded gaze falling on Celeste. “Can we just snuggle?”

“Of course,” Celeste said softly, lying down next to Alexandra and slipping a hand under the other girl’s shoulders, pulling her in close. “Come here, princess.”

She kept still as Alexandra shifted around a little before finally settling with her head on Celeste’s chest. Celeste smiled, carding her fingers through Alexandra’s hair, knowing the other woman could hear her slow, steady heartbeat. She slipped her hand over Alexandra’s ribs, pressing her palm to the special spot beneath her sub’s breast where she knew her heartbeat was strongest. Alexandra’s heart rate was still on the high side, but Celeste knew it wouldn’t be long before it slowed down to a much more relaxed pace.

“You’re so beautiful,” Celeste murmured, dipping her head to press a kiss into Alexandra’s hair. “My good girl.”

“All yours,” Alexandra whispered breathily.

Celeste hummed, her palm pressing a little more firmly against Alexandra’s heartbeat.

“Your heart and soul belong to me,” she agreed. “And mine to you.”

Alexandra made a breathy noise of acknowledgment. It was the last effort she made before her breathing evened out and Celeste knew she’d fallen asleep. She could feel Alexandra’s heartbeat settle into a slow, steady rhythm beneath her hand as sleep claimed her and she was content to simply hold the other woman close. After all, Alexandra’s heart was a precious gift that had been given to Celeste with the utmost trust and she would treat it with all the love and care in the world for as long as Alexandra let her.

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bestfictionalplant · 4 months

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Bracket reveal

Text version under cut!

The tourney is split into 4 32 brackets, and the winners of each will go to the semi finals! I'll make a different post about HOW the tourney will run, and this will serve as a pinned post for round 1 :)

Bracket 1, Side 1

Peppino (Vampire Survivors) vs Winged Strawberry (Celeste)

Herb (Monster Hunter) vs Triffids (Day of the Triffids)

Gigi (Xiaolin Showdown) vs Silent Princess (The Legend of Zelda)

Breath of Evil (Wings of Fire) vs Thorn Thallid (Magic the Gathering)

Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors) vs Farewell Flower (Mistborn)

Togemon (Digimon) vs Silverwood Tree (Witch Hat Atelier)

Golden Apple Tree (Greek Mythology) vs Potbelly (My Singing Monsters)

Sculk (Minecraft) vs MocDonald (One Piece)

Bracket 1, Side 2

Vida (The Promised Neverland) vs Glaze Lily (Genshin Impact)

Dr Brewer's Clone (Goosebumps) vs The Spring (Friends at the Table)

Kite Eating Tree (Peanuts) vs Zotoh Zhaan (Farscape)

Wheel Tree (His Dark Materials) vs Mushtree (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Medusoid Mycelium (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs Radial (Ooblets)

Chikorita (Pokemon) vs Blast Cone (League of Legends)

Gooloog (AAAHH!!! Real Monsters) vs Venus (Bug Fables)

The Thorian (Mass Effect) vs Yggdrasil (Norse Mythology)

Bracket 2, Side 1

Deku Tree (The Legend of Zelda) vs Blood Blossoms (Danny Phantom)

Hotblonde37159 (Angel: The Series) vs Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

Kinoko (Don't Hurt Me, My Healer) vs Wolfsbane (The Vampire Diaries)

Plant (Monster Rancher) vs Flower of Life (Mesopotamian Mythology)

Truffula Tree (The Lorax) vs Slurperon Enchantress (Internet Scam)

The Brain Tree (Neopets) vs Ginseng Baby (Scarlet Hollow)

Chompy (Bug Fables) vs Whispy Woods (Kirby)

Clavu (Overlord) vs Ivern (League of Legends)

Bracket 2, Side 2

Bulbasaur (Pokemon) vs The Trees of Valinor (Lord of the Rings)

Leslie (The Amazing World of Gumball) vs Hayzee Dayzee (Paper Mario)

Piranha Plant (Mario) vs Specimen 34/The Blessed Eternal (Wolf 359)

Potted Plant (Wander Over Yonder) vs Morbuzakh (Bionicle)

Jabe & the Trees of Cheem (Doctor Who) vs Black Mercy (DC)

Mr Plant (The World of Mr Plant) vs Feculant Gnarlmaw (Warhammer 40k)

Tree Rex (Skylanders) vs Flowey (Undertale)

Sundrop Flower (Tangled) vs Venus McFlytrap (Monster High)

Bracket 3, Side 1

Pinchley (Long Gone Gulch) vs Frank the Plant (Harley Quinn: the Animated Series)

The Venus (Hello From the Hallowoods) vs Nirnroot (The Elder Scrolls)

Food Fight (Skylanders) vs Paopu Fruit (Kingdom Hearts)

Phillogenous esk Piemondum (Rod Albright Alien Adventures) vs Plant (Wall E)

Tannot Root (Farscape) vs The Broccoloids (The Powerpuff Girls)

Rockbud (The Stormlight Archive) vs Sylvan Hound (Guild Wars 2)

Eldridge Johnson-Mayer (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Hyacinth/Hyacinthus (Greek Mythology)

Selas Flower (Kingkiller Chronicle) vs Treant (Disgaea)

Bracket 3, Side 2

Dragonflame Cacti (Wings of Fire) vs Sunflower (Plants vs Zombies)

The Bioplant (The Rising of the Shield Hero) vs Turnip Boy (Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion)

Shambling Mound (Dungeons and Dragons) vs Mandrake (Shin Megami Tensei/Persona)

Cowplant (The Sims) vs Ebony Queen's Apple (Limbus Company)

Devil Fruits (One Piece) vs Donkey-Cabbage (Enchanted Forest Chronicles)

Oaktopus (My Singing Monsters) vs Field Dungeon (Rune Factory 4)

Mushroom Tree (Stardew Valley) vs Jumpkin (Cassette Beasts)

Undergrowth (Danny Phantom) vs Karzahni (Bionicle)

Bracket 4, Side 1

Dreamstalk (Kirby) vs Myconid (Balders Gate 3)

Stingbulb (Fablehaven) vs Treebeard (Lord of the Rings)

Stray Cat (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) vs Peashooter (Plants vs Zombies)

Giant Turnip (Codename: Kids Next Door) vs Treasure Mushroom (Guild Wars 2)

Tree of Wisdom (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Fire Flower (Mario)

Stump (The Angry Beavers) vs Groot (Marvel)

Maise (Oneshot) vs Konohana Tree (Okami)

Red Weed (War of the Worlds) vs Pod Plant (Fortnite)

Bracket 4, Side 2

Plantera (Terraria) vs The Grass Snake (Friends at the Table)

Breathweed (Warhammer 40k) vs Campestri (Dungeons and Dragons)

Neo Alraune (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle) vs Kringlefucker (Homestuck)

Slimefoot the Stowaway (Magic: The Gathering) vs Gatfruit Tree (Space Station 13/14)

Sex Pollen Plant (Fanfiction) vs The Rumor Weed (VeggieTales: Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed)

Dr Madley Radish (Papa Louie) vs Vervain (The Vampire Diaries)

Yatevon (OCTAHEDRON: Transfixed Edition) vs Echo Flower (Undertale)

Wither Rose (Minecraft) vs Hydramon (Digimon)

#poll bracket

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wileys-russo · 3 months

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What your favorite book? I need some new book recommendations!!!

I recently updated my Good Reads so here’s a whole ass list!

All boys aren’t blue - George Johnson

The girl with the dragon tattoo series - Stieg Larsson

All the light we cannot see - Anthony Doer

Little fires everywhere - Celeste Ng

Sharp Objects - Gillian Flynn

Dark Places - Gillian Flynn

Gone girl - Gillian Flynn

Conversations with friends - Sally Rooney

My government means to kill me - Rasheed Newson

The lesbianas guide to catholic school - Sonora Reyes

The vanishing half - Britt bennet

You need to know - Nicole Moriarty

Nine perfect strangers - Liane Moriarty

Truly, madly, guilty - Liane Moriarty

Apples never fall - Liane Moriarty

Big little lies - Liane Moriarty

The girl in the green dress - Jeni Haynes (MAJOR trigger warning)

The perks of being a wallflower - Stephen Chbosky

Women don’t owe you pretty - Florence Given

A slow fire burning - Paula Hawkins

The girl on the train - Paula Hawkins

I’m glad my mom died - Jennette Mccurdy

We were liars - E Lockhart

To the lighthouse - Virginia Wolfe

A room of one’s own - Virgina Wolfe

The good son - Jacquelyn Mitchard

The bell jar - Sylvia Plath

Watching women and girls - Danielle Pendar

A little life - Hanya Yanagihara (also a trigger warning!)

The prettiest horse in the glue factory- Corey White (also a trigger warning)

#answered asks

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clockwork-freminet · 7 months

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Freminet's Relationships!

PLATONIC

Lumine - Freminet (@viatrixtravels) - friends ★★★★☆ She is one of the very few people that Freminet feels completely safe around, not to mention how much he admires her abilities and kindness. But despite that, he's very intimidated by her. Due to how much he looks up to her and how willing she is to make him feel comfortable, there's always that voice in the back of his mind that creeps in to tell him that it's only a matter of time until he says something stupid that messes it all up, and she ends up disappointed in him.

Lyney - Freminet (@tis-i-lyney) - family ★★★★★ Let's be real, Freminet loves his siblings with all of his heart. He often sees himself as the antithesis to Lyney, and they have their arguments. But despite that, his brother means the world to him, and he's never held anything against him. He tends to have difficulty coming to Lyney with his grievances, however; which tends to be the main subject of their arguments. Both of them want the other to come to them with their troubles... but neither will come forth with their own.

Lynette - Freminet (@the-greatest-assistant) - family ★★★★★ Once again, a given. Freminet loves his sister just as much as he does his brother. Lynette often tries to comfort him when he feels inadequate and talks about how he's always the one they rely on whenever she accidentally breaks something. But even despite his sister's comforting words, Freminet wishes he could do more than just that.

Blaze - Freminet (@blaze-lightflame) - acquaintances ★★★☆☆ Freminet thinks Blaze is overall a kind and well-meaning girl. Although he still admittedly has trouble keeping up with her sometimes, he has no problems when he spends time with her, and she isn't necessarily overwhelming for him. He would love to hear her play the cello.

Sunny - Freminet (@sunny-outclaw) - strangers ★☆☆☆☆ No hard feelings! They've just never had a proper one-on-one conversation, and the only one they have had was when Sunny accidentally interrupted him at a bad moment and it ended very quickly. Besides that, they've only ever interacted by proxy of other people. Once again, however, he wouldn't be opposed to getting to know them more.

Eira - Freminet (@ask-eira-blanc) - friends ★★★☆☆ Eira was the one who got Freminet a brand new 'safety box' for him to hide in when his previous one was no longer viable, and he automatically respects her for that. Not only that, but she's also gone out of her way to comfort both him and his brother, Lyney, in the past. He greatly appreciates her, and wants to learn more about her as a person! She is absolutely on his mental list of options for people to go to if he's having a problem.

ROMANTIC (age-appropriate only) (The multiple characters in this section have a romance with Fremi in different "timelines", he doesn't have several partners at once)

Lyn - Freminet (@ask-lyn-n-estrella) - crush ★★★★★ DORKS DORKS DORKS DORKS DORKS. Something clicked within Freminet recently, and now, he feels much less anxious around Lyn than he did previously. He still overthinks and worries, but he no longer feels his throat close up when he tries to speak to him, and no longer worries about every little thing he says and every little action he takes. He feels genuinely comfortable when with Lyn, and he'll forever appreciate that.

Chunhua - Freminet (@ask-astris-celeste) - partner ★★★★★ Freminet greatly appreciates Chunhua's company. Not only does he feel totally comfortable and safe around him, but he also finds him reliable, and his mind rarely wanders with worry when speaking to him. He remembers the ball in Snezhnaya that Chun helped him pick out an outfit for, and where he later spent most of his time during the feast right by Chunhua's side very fondly.

(If you want to be added to this, let me know! Can only be added if our characters have interacted at least once. Doubles are allowed, since everyone portrays their muse differently. This will also be updated frequently with new RPs involving the muses listed, as Freminet's opinions on people can change! :3)

#relationship call #genshin impact #freminet

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slut4tangerine · 2 years

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Break-up & Make-up

— pairing: ExHusband!Drew x Reader

— type: angst blurb

— summary: self explanatory

— warnings: mentions of divorce

The day after you stormed out of your house after signing those stupid divorce papers, you came back to find all of Drew’s belongings gone.

He really moved out within a day. The house felt extremely empty without his presence. Although you were pissed at him for acting like there was no way to fix your relationship, you couldn’t hate him.

You couldn’t find it within yourself to hate the man who made you the happiest, the man who gave you your beautiful little girl.

You assumed that he was leaving you with the house since all of his stuff was gone. You sighed as you carried Amelia to her nursery before sitting in the cushioned seat next to her crib.

“I’m sorry about all of this, princess. I hope you know your daddy loves you more than anything in the world, but things are just complicated right now” You spoke to her as if she could understand. You kissed the crown of her head before setting her in the crib.

You shut the door behind you and flopped onto your bed. You contemplated calling Drew, and your curiosity got the best of you, which led you to picking up your phone and dialing the all too familiar number.

“Hello?” He answered after a few rings. You could tell he didn’t check the contact before he answered the phone.

“It’s Y/n… where are you?” You asked him through the phone.

“Listen, Y/n, I just want to apologize for yesterday. I’m staying at Austin’s house until filming starts again in a week”

“Oh okay. And don’t worry about it, Drew. You were right, we do need a break. Although we aren’t together, we still have to parent Amelia, so I’d like to ask for a co-parenting agreement” Drew replied with a simple ‘mhm’.

“What if she stays with you? I have to go back to work soon and I’ll be back and forth a lot between our your house and South Carolina for filming, so I won’t be too absent from her life” He suggested.

“That’s fine. You can come see her whenever you’re in town. She does need to see you so this whole thing doesn’t happen again”

“Yeah, I got it. Well uhm- bye Y/n”

“Bye Drew” You wiped the single tear that fell from your eye as you hung up.

The moment you hung up the phone, you were filled with an overwhelming feeling of regret.

Being a single mom wasn’t going to be an easy task. Juggling Amelia and now having to go back to work was definitely going to take a toll on you physically and mentally.

It was at this moment that you knew you’d made the biggest mistake of your life, and due to your decision, you were on your own.

What a stupid fucking decision.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 7 months

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Revenge Hour

*THUD!*

Urgh!

...

*Kuripa and Makoto are escorted back up to the bridge while Whitecloak and Uchui are taken down to the cells. Petty Jr carries them in and dumps them on the floor.

Hey. We're back.

Are you two alright? I thought you went to get medical treatment?

I'm fine. There's barely a scratch on me. My dress did most of the heavy lifting for me, quite literally. Narumi's not here I see...

No. She's being a good girl and is following orders for once. Himiko's gone elsewhere too.

Aw, c'mon guys. You know Narumi's always giving it 110% when it comes to the job.

...Uh-huh...

*Tsumugi ascends a platform, the other members of Zetsubou behind her. She approaches a window and looks out onto it.

Uchui Kamukura may be required to put the finishing touches on the experiment. But it shouldn't be long now before our little puppets go wakey-wakey...

A small army of Ultimate Hopes...Nagito Komaeda is one thing, but...and I realize I'm asking this a little late...Do you think you can really stand to control such a selection of beasts...?

A word of advice for someone like you who's never read peak fiction, Celeste. The most powerful assets with a will of their own always need to have a bomb strapped to their chest in order to control them.

They WILL obey me, or else their defiant breaths will be their last.

I don't really understand, but I'm going to trust you...Just promise me you'll fulfil your end of the bargain once you're done...

Yeah, been meaning to bring that up. Did we ever actually start production on Tae's castle?

Not exactly. Couldn't really risk you running out on us until the job was done. But I guess we can get started now.

And how long will I have to wait?

We are Organization Zetsubou, Celeste. And as you've seen, we are capable of destroying mountains...Building a castle will be naught but child's play for us.

...

*She gestures to Makoto.

...Not broken enough, if you ask me.

Well, I'm not about to kill him. I need him intact for my own ends...

Aw c'mon...Why not let her blow off a little steam? She won't destroy him completely, right babe?

Of course...I'm not that barbaric...But I am EXTREMELY petty...

Mugi-chan, maybe we should let her have a little fun. Consider it a reward for helping you out back there.

I suppose I do owe you an awful lot. Fine, but break him completely, and our deal is off.

I'm aware...

*Celeste descends the steps and approaches the crippled Makoto and Kuripa.

...

HYAGH!

*WHACK!*...*SMACK!*...*WHACK!*

Stop...STOOOP IIIIT...!

Oh...The big guy's still conscious...

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celestebardales · 10 months

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BIOGRAPHY

tw: alcoholism, abuse, drugs, death

Celeste’s story isn’t a happy one. Her parents' marriage was doomed from the start, her mother Lucia and her father Jesse married after only knowing each other for a few months. They were young and in love and before long they were expecting. Celeste was born in a camper in the middle of the desert somewhere in New Mexico. Lucia and Jesse had no home but the open road and a baby wasn’t going to change that. Lucia drove the truck pulling the camper, Jesse ahead of them on his motorcycle as they made their way across state lines. For the first few years of Celeste’s life, this worked for them.

Then she needed to start school.

Jesse begged Lucia to just homeschool her so they could continue their travels, but she’d had enough, she was ready to settle down. They moved to Chula Vista, California, sold the camper and settled into their new lives. Lucia and Jesse were forced to find steady jobs to accommodate living in a real house. Lucia and Celeste adjusted well to their new domestic life. Jesse didn’t. He started drinking, coming home less and less, and when he did come home he was quick to anger. He’d never been violent before but he was now, it was like a switch had flipped in him. Beatings were frequent and expected. When Celeste was six, Jesse joined a motorcycle gang. It was a new group, small with a lot to prove, but they quickly were proving to be a force to be reckoned with.

The longer he was a member the more she was expected to act like one as well.

Shockingly school wasn’t an issue for Celeste, fear of upsetting her father kept her hard at work and her grades decent and when she performed well at school no one bothered to worry about the bruises and cuts she wore everyday. Lucia turned a blind eye to keep her own beatings to a minimum.

During her teen years, she knew how to fight when necessary and never backed down. She didn’t always win but she would take the beating and then get back up. Jesse would just pat her on the back and give her a shot of whiskey as a congrats for being able to stand after getting her ass kicked. That’s how it went for years. The fights got worse, her father got more violent, and the stakes got higher. She wasn’t fighting over juice boxes anymore, she was fighting for bags of cocaine and territory for a motorcycle gang that wouldn’t even let her be a full member.

For Celeste’s seventeenth birthday, Jesse taught her how to hotwire a motorcycle. He took her out into the city and they stole a bike together, the scent of whiskey strong on both of them. It was no surprise she crashed the damn thing into a ditch. With a broken arm and a smile on her face, she climbed on the back of Jesse’s bike and they rode home laughing. It was the first time in years she’d had fun with her father, potentially the best night of her life.

When they got back to the house, Lucia and Donny, a younger member of the gang who always tried to look out for Celeste, were standing on the porch worried. Jesse, drunk and angry, jumped to conclusions. Donny swore he rode there to check on them after they had left the clubhouse drunk because he was worried for their safety. Jesse didn’t believe him.

Arguing turned into screaming turned into bullets.

Jesse had pulled first, aiming straight at Lucia, he aimed to kill and even drunk he was a damn good shot. Celeste didn’t watch as Donny pulled his gun and shot Jesse in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun. She didn’t notice the interaction between the two as she ran to her mother who lay on the ground, gasping her last few breaths, reaching out to her only child. As Celeste tried to stop the blood from pouring out of her chest, Lucia looked up at her and spoke softly. “Escape.”

Next thing she knew Donny was pulling her away, saying something about having to leave. He had knocked out Jesse and they had to get away before he awoke. In her shock, Celeste didn’t argue. She got on the back of his bike and never looked back.

They didn’t stop until they hit the town of Stillwater, it was small, a perfect place to lay low. Donny pulled his savings to buy them a trailer and the old run down auto shop. It wasn’t long before he had turned the place into a respectable business, well as respectable as anything in Willowdale could be. Celeste started going to the local school and worked at the shop when she wasn’t in class. She quickly learned how to be a mechanic working on everything from motorcycles to semis by the time she was eighteen.

As hard as Donny tried to keep her away from the illegal work she was always drawn to it and she was damn good at it. Some of his old contacts had found him in Stillwater and continued doing business quickly after they arrived. Towing was a lucrative way to traffic drugs and they conveniently owned a tow truck. For years this business model worked, no issues, Celeste running most of the business while Donny just collected profit and contemplated early retirement, but like all men, Donny got greedy.

They were meeting with a supplier, picking up a trailer full of cocaine. It was a risk, a really stupid one as far as Celeste was concerned. They made plenty of money doing their normal runs, they didn’t need a supply this big, but Donny insisted and the rest of the crew were chomping at the bit.

Celeste knew something was wrong the second they set foot in the warehouse. There was only two exits, the building itself didn’t even have an entrance big enough for the truck they were getting. Despite voicing these concerns, Donny ignored her, blinded by his greed. She stormed outside to smoke a cigarette while she waited.

It was impossible to miss the blue and red lights as they came down the road towards them. She banged her fist on the door to the warehouse, yelling to the other’s in warning. They laughed as if she were joking. With fury in her heart, she climbed on her bike and rode away as the police quickly approached the building.

She had tried to warn them, maybe prison would make them take her seriously.

Celeste spent a few nights in Arizona before determining it was safe to return home. Back in Stillwater she was surprised that not everyone had been caught that night, but most of them had been arrested. Part of her wished she cared, but they deserved it. The gang had been falling apart under Donny’s hand and it was time for a new era.

She took well to the position of power, she had already been running a lot of things but now she was able to make decisions her way. She kept the shop open and has grown the gang back to a reasonable size since it lost several members in the arrest.

#stillwater: intro #little girl gone // celeste #I promise this stuff won't regularly be on the dash but I needed to post her bio #alcoholism tw #abuse tw #death tw

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istolealama-andgotarrested · 5 months

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This are my Forgotten hill ocs

Red hair: still don’t have a name for her but she was a perfectly normal kindergarten teacher, until she heard that one of her old students went missing (the little girl from fall) and decided to take in her hands the metter and looking for her found out about the theatre horrors and now helps the 3rd axis.

Blonde/greenish hair: I have a name for her, Jessica,

She used to work for colonel mcmillian as a nurse and even developed a crush on him but when she found out about his experiments she ran away, but now the 3rd axis contacted her to have information about the colonel and they won’t take no for an answer so now there she is investigating

Black hair: probably Charlotte or Celeste still can’t decide, but she is the officer that interrogated Jimmy Larson when he first attempted to report what he saw in the puppet theater and clinic, at first she did not believe him like all the other cops but when she after the events of disillusion finds the dead bodies of the guardians, while she first saw him as a suspect she soon realizes who is the villain behind it all, she is both investigating on Ruth but also looking for where Jimmy has gone

This is it. Hope you like the drawing, I’ll make some better colored ones soon ❤️❤️❤️

#forgotten hill #forgotten hill oc #forgotten hill fanart

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Soo I really really loved the Junko and Mukuro ditzy little brother prompt so how about a sequel of them dealing with the girl that he has a crush on and also first finding out their precious baby brother has a crush. That person being Celestia and Kyoko(seperate) and see them being overprotective big sisters and wanting to make sure that he'll be treated right by them. While he hasn't confessed he does hang out with them a lot and has gone a few date like outting with said girl.

Dude imagine this, but with Maki and Tenko-

Celeste and Kyoko as Overprotective Big Sisters Headcanons

Celestia Ludenburnt

Having Celeste as an older sister is... interesting

She acts less like a sister and more like a mother

She spoils the shit out of you and gets you whatever you want

If she catches you eyeing something, it's yours

She'll scream at Hifumi for screwing up your milk tea as well as hers

It's overwhelming and even embarrassing at times

She also dotes on you a lot

Not to mention highly protective

Anyone who even glances at you the wrong way earns a very scary glare from her

Eventually, you started coming home late and didn't respond to her texts

Naturally, she knew that something was up

You came home one day to find her sitting in the dark, like a dramatic wife waiting for her husband to get home

"Hm, well, look what the cat dragged in."

She demands to know where you've been, and frustrated, you go up and hide in your room instead of answering

The next day, you avoid her as much as possible

So she takes things into her own hands and spies on you

Turns out, you've had your eye on a girl

So the reason you've been so distracted was because you were hanging out with her

Celeste was furious, and almost wanted to forbid you from seeing her ever again

But the happy look on your face changed her mind

Perhaps she hadn't been taking your feelings into account

So when you got home, she apologized for acting out

You hugged and made up

But she did want to ensure that this girl was treating you right before giving her her "blessing"

So you introduced her to Celeste

She was suspicious of her at first, but slowly started to relax

And upon learning that you hadn't confessed yet, she encouraged you to do so

And she was happy that things worked out for you two

Celeste may be overprotective and overbearing, but she just wants the best for her lil bro

Kyoko Kirigiri

Also quite protective of you

Without her parents, she took it upon herself to raise you on her own

She didn't want her grandfather to teach you to suppress your emotions like he did with her

You guys are super close though

She knows you like no one else does

Even over text, she can tell how you're feeling

So when you started coming back late and not responding to her texts, she was on high alert

The second you came back home, she asked you questions about where you've been, borderline interrogating you

Unfortunately, this ended up pushing you away even further

She didn't mean to be overbearing, she just didn't want to lose someone else

But upon further investigating, cough cough spying she figured out the cause

You were interested in a girl, so you were rather occupied with her

Kyoko couldn't remember the last time she's seen you so happy

She quickly realized her mistakes and decided to make things right

So she apologized and opened up about her fears of losing you

You actually didn't know of this, so it deepened your bond even more

So you made up, and Kyoko told you she would let up on you

She trusted that this girl was perfectly fine, but you introduced them anyway

It helped her to feel more at ease, and she knew her baby brother was safe with her

And that's all she could ever ask for

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #celestia ludenburg x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader

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vixletserenity · 5 months

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@wrongtrain starter call

Nimbasa is a large city; not as big as Castelia, but a big one nonetheless. The heart of leisure and entertainment of Unova.

Her mom was finishing up the final touches in the show that would be for Elesa and the commission she had made with her. Celeste had promised to be on her best behavior despite how little she had gone outside for the past year or two.

But even during the day, all the lights and sounds were getting to be too much for the girl. She had told her mom how much it bothered her and she was allowed to be in a quieter area.

Yet Celeste had wandered off out of curiosity of the city. It felt like hours had passed as she tried to look around for the way back. No matter how hard Celeste tried to trace back her steps, she couldn't remember where she last was.

In a city that she was practically unfamiliar with.