inevitable fuck of flint and steel

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"god, daniel gillies is so hot," derrielle mumbles under her breath as his character, elijah mikaelson, steps into her laptop's dimmed-lit screen.

she very much dislikes having the brightness up. a niche she grew to favor over time, since her whole career and life practically needed her computer to be alive in the long hours of the day.

but today, she's utilizing her computer for a very different reason... bingeing her company's content.

she didn't want to resort to the one thing that betrayed her, but where else could she find 2010s' trash television?

although elle prides herself of good writing, one of her favorite guilty pleasures— besides day-drinking; watching youtube, which ranges from  markiplier's and game theory's fnaf videos to the iconic road trip to las vegas vlog, and everything the laughing-your-ass-off content of cody ko and noel miller has to offer; dancing and singing to certain country songs— is bingeing the vampire diaries or, better yet, the originals.

apparently, the fast-tempo, the cliché-ness and the nostalgia were the perfection combination to throw away the key of that adhd lock, and try to ignore her troublesome thoughts until she exploded.

even with the distraction of a show in front of her, a trail of gunpowder had crept into her mind like the black mold of nicotine broiling to waste in her lungs— just sweltering and bubbling like gasoline, waiting with anticipation for the inevitable fuck of flint and steel.

elle didn't need to look too far as to what...
or, more likely, to who... would set her up to burn.

through the reflection of the dark screen,
the writer already knew. it was someone in her bed.

drew scoffs, his bare chest jumping slightly from the deep chuckle vibrating from the dark corners of his lungs. "i've been trying to hear your thoughts and that's the first thing you say?" his fingernail traces along her exposed forearm.

they've been cooped up in bed all afternoon, slightly hungover from amount of alcohol they consumed during dinner last night.

the couple woke up earlier than the rest,
but they didn't want to leave each other's side.
nor change out of their pajamas and help make breakfast— lazy bastards.

the others started their day and left the building, not bothering the couple that's responsible for the tension growing too thick for their personal comfort.

drew's bareback resting on two grey pillows, propped up a bit as he looks down at his woman laying on his torso. who needed a pillow when you have an attractive man to rest your head upon?

his muscular arm drooped over her body, scantily clad in his oversized shirt and nothing else, warmly securing her from the chilly contrast of air conditioning.

her wavy hair sways over her shoulder as she turns her head, straining her chin in the air and smiling devilishly.

"oops," she acts surprised, sarcasm dripping from her sweet tongue as she continues. "did i say that out loud?"

"you did." his reply was short and stern, his hands squeezing her fleshy hips like a warning.

"are you jealous?"

"no. i agree, he is attractive, for a..." his voices feigning as he quickly exits the video player and types up the said actor's name on the dark-colored keyboard... "wow," his chest bouncing a bit as a tired, throaty chuckle escapes, "a forty-four year old man."

"he's a little old for you, no?" drew glances down, connecting with his favorite honey amber eyes shining back at his, his voice playful with a dash of possession.

"well, to be fair," derrielle turns her torso so that she's fully pressed against his chest. her chin and cheek perching peacefully, but her eyes lusted over his pink lips in a mischievous gaze. "he's supposed to be twenty-eight in the show... you know, for eternity. that's how vampirism works."

drew scoffs, reaching and closing her laptop, before pushing it slowly off the low bed. the computer crashing on the carpet below them as gravity pulls it far quicker into the depths than they could realize.

"with that logic," elle shakes her head at the face-scrunching sounds of her laptop bouncing on the floorboards until butterflies start to flutter in her lower abdomen. "he's not that much older than you."

from the grand fall of the laptop, some of the blankets were pulled back to reveal how low drew's sweatpants are— revealing his dark blue calvin kleins and his delicate chocolate happy trail leading up to the base of his hard six pack.

"uh," she swallows, trying not to stare as she bravely sits up and climbs over drew, his large hands on her bare legs. she leans down, pointing into his sternum as if to warn him, "besides chris evans is unbelievably single and is ten years older than you."

"is that a threat?" drew tilts his head, squinting his lightning blue eyes as his right hand pushes some wavy strands back behind her ear. his fingers graze down her jawline, until they grab her chin and raise her eyes to look at him, "are you gonna leave me for captain america?"

"i do love a man in uniform," elle bites her bottom lip in amusement.

"damn," drew enunciates, placing his hand back down on her thick thighs flushed against his skin. he leans up, curving his spine and shuffling his girl further down his front. "i thought you were team iron man."

"revenger," elle shakes her head, feeling that fluttering sensation again as she watches her boyfriend's harsh pupils physically dilate and lust over her. "and i'm only teasing you, moony, you know i love you."

"moony?" he licks his pink and plump lips, becoming excessively hungry for the girl on top of him and waiting for the opportune moment to feast.

"well, before i went on my detox from the horrors of the internet, i -uh," elle shrugs, messing up with her sentences and ramblings a bit as drew's callous fingertips brush against the soft skin of her hips, until his pressing palm is completely underneath her fleetwood mac shirt. "saw, th-that a small percentage of people are fan-casting you as young remus."

"really?" he coyly asks, watching her reaction to his touch. "i thought that spot was reserved for a young andrew garfield?"

"don't get your hopes up," her voice telling him too different things, "it still is."lying to herself as she feels her cotton underwear start to dampen —just by his teasing touch alone.

"gotcha," he mumbles, his fingernails exploring without any direction, except to obviously go south— which he is avoiding until she says so.

"but," elle finally controls herself and unfreezes the libido that had been stored inside her for too long. her hands make their way to the hem of her pajama shirt, toying with the thread as she tilts her hips a certain way, "considering i'm your little star, it's only right you're my moony."

a faulty breath escapes drew as he takes this as his cue to go ahead. the palms of his hands finding their place against her hip bones, his fingernails digging into the sweet flesh. "yours, huh?"

"that's right," elle smiles, forcefully grabbing her top and swiftly pulling it over head to reveal her bare chest. her hands return to his handsome face as he pulls her closing, dragging him along his growing erection. holding him as he holds her, she kisses him without a worry in the world.

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"here's the real question," derry asks as she pulls on a dark red cami tank top from her dresser, the tight fabric supports her breasts better than any bra. "do you find rebekah hot?"

"this is dangerous territory," drew answers, unsure of what exactly to say, as he finally puts the last of the bed sheets in the hamper.

"no, it's not," the writer tilts her head back in a gif of unbelievable laughter. "it's quite simple actually."

"oh really? then you answer it."

"alright, i will," she smirks, rubbing a hand through her sex-crazed hair. elle quickly sprays some fruity perfume on the both of them, worried that they reeked of a good fuck, before grabbing her laundry bag off the ground. "honestly, she is exceptionally stunning. she's been a childhood crush of mine ever since her mermaid days."

"i knew she looked familiar!" drew laughs, kissing elle on her cheek as she opens the bedroom door for him— consider he had his hands full.

"god, i'm in love with an idiot," elle rolls her eyes before following her man into the laundry room.

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fez speaking!!

IM SORRY FOR THE ROBBERY
but honestly i'm trying to separate the sex
scenes in order to make them much more
special sooooo INSTEAD BE
GRATEFUL I UPDATED

plus... IM LAZY LOLOL 💔💔

DONT WORRY ILL DO PURE SMUT
CHAPTERS/BLURBS AFTER THE EPILOGUE

BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 80K??
like what. i love y'all so fucking much. <33