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— 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍

SUMMARY: five times you almost say i love you and the one time you do

PAIRING: callum turner x gn!american!reader

TAGS: FLUFF, inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo, established relationship, song references (some obvious, some less obvious), fluff!!

A/N: started this when i was in my callum turner era and had this song on repeat so here we are… it’s vaguely set in socal bc i was feeling a tad bit homesick at the time… anyways, i’m not going to be writing out the lyrics to olivia’s song but the scenarios are heavily inspired by them. knowing the lyrics is ofc not a requirement to read this, you can 100% go into this without that knowledge and enjoy some cute fluff! i hope yall enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 

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The first time you almost said “I love you” was when he took you on a date to the beach.

Your feet were up on the dashboard as he drove, head against the seat and hand lazily weaving through the breeze out the open window.  It was beautiful out—the sun blazing high in the sky with no clouds in sight and the temperature just right. When the starting beats to Cruel Summer roared through the car’s speakers, the brightest smile grew on your face. When the chorus hit, you turned to face Callum and sing, eyes widening when he starting singing along with you.

“You know this song?”

He chuckled. Gosh, his smile. “Of course, I know this song.”

As the bridge of the song played, you both shouted along. 

And I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

Almost as if the universe timed it perfectly, the song came to an end as Callum parked. As you giggled in the aftermath, you couldn’t help but admire him for a moment. The way his eyes matched the sky. The way his curls fell on his head from the wind. The way his cheeks grew as red the larger he smiled. “S’rude to stare, sweetheart.”

“I-“ Before you could finish your sentence, you cut yourself off.

“What?” he asked.

“I can’t help it,” you played off. “You’re just so pretty.”

The second time you almost said it was while he was dying his hair in preparation for The Boys in the Boat.

“How’s it lookin’, love?” Callum asked as you rinsed the bleach out of his hair.

You leaned back to get a better look at him. “It looks very… yellow,” you giggle.

He quickly stands and goes to look in the mirror, a hand stretching his hair to see for himself. “Is it supposed to look like this?”

You grinned in amusement as he cringed at the color of his hair. “S’a good thing we got purple shampoo.” As he sat down on the edge of the tub, you rummaged in the plastic bag you had bought the hair supplies in. Replacing the gloves you had on, you stood in front of him and poured a little bit in your hands, carefully spreading it through his hair. Even as you focused on getting his hair done, you didn’t fail to notice the way he stared at you as you worked.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s rude to stare, Cal?” His face flushed.

“S’not my fault you’re so pretty,” he whispered, his hands going to rest on your waist. Your chest clenched at his words, your own cheeks reddening. Looking down into his icy blue eyes, it almost slipped out of your mouth, but you caught yourself.

“Such a charmer, Mr. Turner.”

“Only for you, love.”

The third time you almost said it was when he took you to the Masters of the Air premiere in LA.

Thankfully enough, despite now having been together almost two years now, you’ve both successfully been able to have kept your relationship away from the public eye. Having seen the work he put into this project, you wanted to celebrate with him and suggested you walk with him on the carpet. 

He stepped out of the car first, buttoning his jacket before turning back and offering his hand to help you out of the car, a bright smile on his face. At the sight of just your hand, the flashes from the paparazzi cameras mere feet away flashed even quicker, and their roars got louder. “I got you, love,” he whispered, his hand never leaving you as you walked the carpet. 

Eventually, the both of you caught up to Austin and Barry, whose faces lit up at the sight of you. “Well, well, well,” Austin greeted, the southern drawl from his time playing Elvis peeking through. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he teased with a smile as if he hadn’t seen the pair of you a few days ago.

Barry ran over to Callum to give him a quick hug before turning to you with an even bigger smile. “S’lovely to see ya. Let’s take some pictures, aye? ”

You, Callum, Barry, and Austin stopped to pose together for a bit before they left the two of you to do some interviews further down the carpet. 

To your left!

This way, Callum!

To your right!

Give us a kiss!

He was quick to notice the fatigue growing on your face the longer you stayed in front of the sea of paparazzi. As you sat in your seats in the theater, he gave your hand a quick squeeze. When you glanced over to him, the look on his face made your heart swell. His blue eyes were soft and so filled with admiration. Just as you opened your mouth to say those three words, Barry barreled past you two into his seat next to Callum.

The fourth time you almost said it was on a random Tuesday in the weird period between spring and summer.

“It’s raining again,” you commented, both a little sad and happy with the weather. You and Callum had planned to go to the farmer’s market today but with the weather on top of the mood you had woken up in, it didn’t look like those plans were going through anymore.

Callum hummed as he turned on his side to look out the window. “Fucking June bloom,” you groaned, dropping your head back on your pillow. He turned back to face you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in closer. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you relaxed in his hold. 

“That kinda morning?” he gently asked to which you nodded. “I don’t mind a night in, love,” he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “As long as I’m with you.”

Your heart warmed at his words. “Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest. 

The fifth time you almost said it was on your birthday.

“What’s this?”

“Open it,” he encouraged, his eyes soft as he watched you. You narrowed your eyes before doing as he said. As you carefully unraveled the cute purple bow he wrapped around the tiny box, Callum watched with bated breath.

Lifting the lid revealed a small locket in the shape of a heart and when you opened it, one side with both of your initials carved into the metal and the other a picture of the two of you. You remembered when this was taken. It was from when you took him to Disneyland for the first time. It was a bit blurry but that didn’t matter.

“Callum…” you whispered, tears slowly filling your eyes at the sentiment. You quickly surged forward to pull him into a hug. 

“Do ya like it?”

“I- I love it. I love it,” you smile, placing a kiss to his lips which he gladly reciprocated. You could feel him smile as he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Happy birthday, love.”

When you do finally say it, he had just finished doing an interview for Deadline magazine.

Callum did the interview on the phone and sat across the room, so you were within earshot of it all. “Your new film, Eternity, is said to explore who you’d want to spend an eternity with and where, so I have to ask: who and where might that be for you?” the interviewer asked. You tried your best not to eavesdrop, but the question intrigued you. What would his answer be?

The deepness of his voice brought you out of his thoughts as he answered. “If I had to spend an eternity with anyone, it would definitely be my partner. Where specifically is a little tough to say if I’m being completely honest. Anywhere they go, I’ll follow.”

Your heart melted. Did he really mean that? Soon enough the interview ended and you padded over to where he sat. “You’re such a sap, Cal.”

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. “Eavesdropping now, are we?”

“Just a tiny bit,” you grinned. The way he looked at you sent your heart racing—a look filled with so much love. “I think I love you,” you blurted out. His eyes widened for a second before softening again.

“I think love you too,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours. 

A/N: btw the deadline magazine refers to an actual interview he did but skewed to fit the purposes of this fic <3

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Sweet John

Summary: John keeps finding ways to stop by the hospital to see you, until he finally gets what he wants.

Pairing: Major John "Bucky" Egan x female reader Content/Warnings: John Egan being a charming bastard, 18+ smut (minors don't interact), unprotected sex. This starts real innocent, but it's really not. Notes: If you have any requests you’d like me to write please let me know! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you!

As you're helping wounded soldiers, rushing through the corridors of the campaign hospital at base, you bump into none other than Major John "Bucky" Egan.

You look up to see his smug smile. "Sorry, sweetheart." His hand gently over your arm as a way to balance you.

If you didn't know better, you'd even believe he might have done it unintentionally.

"It's alright Major." You tried to rush past him, with towels in both your arms to the end of the corridor.

"You shouldn't carry all that yourself." He takes half of the load from your arms. "Let me help. It's the least I could do."

He carries on up the corridor, following close behind you. You turn your head to him for a few seconds. You know you should be resisting. But he's very, very persuasive. Even when his uniform is covered with blood.

"You have blood on your uniform." You simply state.

"Oh, yeah." He shrugs, not bothered to wipe it off. "You know how it is." he tells you "Can't even breathe at battle without getting some blood splashed on you." He looks at you. "You've got some on you as well."

You look down at your own white uniform. "It has seen better days, yes." You continue to walk to the end of the corridor, entering one of the patient rooms.

John follows after you and looks around as soon as you're inside. "Oh, you're taking these to..." he trails off a bit as he sees who's laying in that bed. One of the men from his squad.

"Hi Sergeant. How are we feeling?" You spoke to the man resting on the bed.

The Sergeant looks up at you. "I've been better." As soon as he sees the Major behind you he tries to sit up, still a bit shaky. "Major." he says, his voice hoarse.

"I'm gonna clean that open wound and switch it up, is that alright?" you asked the man in the bed.

"Thank you, miss." he adds as you begin to gather your tools.

You can feel the Major's gaze on the back of your head as he watches from the doorway.

"It's gonna hurt a little. Take this." You hand the patient a bottle of alcohol to drink.

He takes it, grunting a little from the pain of just moving. He takes a sip and sets the bottle down. As you pour liquid over the wound to clean it, the Sergeant's leg moves in pain. He grunts loudly and moves in his bed. You feel the Major aproach the bed and hold the Sergeant with no trouble. He tries to move again but the Major's grip is firm.

"It's alright. Just hold still now." Major Egan tries to calm the man. You see the compassion and concern on his face. His hand is still on the Sergeant's lower body, ready to steady him again if necessary.

You say nothing, continuing to clean the wound and prepare the needle to stitch. The Major remains close. He watches you work, and his focus is almost entirely on exactly that. The Sergeant squirms in the bed again, but the Major remains in place.

"Easy." the Major tried to calm him down.

"Almost done, Sergeant." you mention as you finish stitching him up.

"Th- thank you." The Sergeant glances toward the Major. "She's real good, I'm telim' ya, sir."

You chuckle as you begin bandaging his wound. "Now... you shouldn't get up. Just try to rest and no missions for a few days. This needs to heal properly."

"Roger that, nurse." the Sergeant replies with a smile. "Will do." he finishes. "Could I get some more of that bottle, though? You know how it is."

You smile as you hand him the bottle for the second time. He takes another sip, as you hear Major Egan chuckle, keeping his eyes on the man and then on you as you put the remainder of the supplies away in a near medical cart, back turned to both men.

"She's pretty, ain't she, sir?" the Sergeant asks his Major who's sitting beside him still, in a lower voice.

As you barely hear the Sergeants comment, you tried to pay no attention to it, not curious to hear the Major's response.

You hear the Major chuckle again. "She is. I'm sure she's even got herself a fella already. Some lucky bastard."

"Probably some high rank fella, too." the Sergeant continues jokingly.

"Not a high enough rank for that, no." You barely hear Major John say.

As you finish storing all utensils, you approach both men again. "You rest up Sergeant. I'll tend to other soldiers now."

The man thanks you, as he rests his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes. The Major still has his gaze on you as you walk past him.

You continue to go about your shift, working on other patients in other beds. You do your best to ignore the Major's gaze when he is watching you from afar.

"Am I under some kind of evaluation, Major?" You asked unfazed, not looking at him, but still tending to a patient.

Somewhat caught off guard by the question, the Major's calm demeanour slips a bit. "Uh... no. I was-" he clears his throat "Just... checking up on... on your patient care."

"On my patient care?" You chuckled. "How's that going then?"

"It's going very well." he replies a little too quickly.

"Well I'm glad." You paused. "Thank you for the help back there."

"Any time." he replies. You see that he wants to say something else, but stops himself. "You've got everything under control in here then?"

"Sure thing."

"Great." He clears his throat again. "I'm..." He's having trouble finding the right words. "I'll let you get back to work then."

"Thank you, Major."

"Yeah. Sure, no problem." He finally leaves the room. You don't see him again for a while, but notice his eyes on you several times over the rest of the week or so.

A few weeks passed and the hospital became less busy. Patients were recovering and the missions were being successful over all. You notice the change. It's more peaceful, which is just what both you and the soldiers needed.

But there is one thing that has changed your routine. Major John "Bucky" Egan has been coming by to see you more often. And each time he does, he stays a little longer and talks a little more. He always makes sure to pay careful attention to everything you say, and always makes an effort to keep the conversation going. You can feel the other nurses and doctors giving you disguised looks, wondering if there's something going on with the two of you.

The Major even shows up when you're not working, and seems to hang around to see when you start your shift or finish for the day. He's always just hanging back, not being too obvious about it. You found it quite charming actually, the effort he would go into just to talk to you for a little while. It was definitely flattering. He's a handsome man, and he's got a certain charm and confidence about him that you can't help but like. Although you're still unsure how to feel about all of the attention, and that uncertainty definitely shows on your face as he approaches you yet again, and starts up another conversation.

"Major Egan." You say after he approaches you.

"Nurse." he replies with a polite smile. He's carrying a coffee mug and offerts it to you. "I figured you might be tired after your shift."

You gladly accepted it. "That's incredibly thoughtful of you."

"I try." he shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You can see his gaze still on you as you take the mug. For a little while he doesn't say a thing, just watching you as you take a small sip from the cup.

Suddenly, he clears his throat a little and speaks again. "I was wondering... there's a cafe outside the base... I though it'd be nice to go there and get something to eat." he says. He's still looking you straight in the eyes while saying it, his body relaxed and his hand resting casually on the mug. "Would you like to join me?" he adds after a moment.

"Right now?" you ask calmly.

He nods after a moment. "If you'd like." he responds. "We could both do with getting some real food. Maybe something more comforting than camp rations." He gives you a small smile, still watching you carefully as he waits for your answer.

You smiled at him for a second. "I'd like that."

His smile grows a little wider. "Great." He starts to back away. "I'll... I'll head out there now." he says "I'll be waiting just outside. The cafe's not far."

"I'll be right there." you smile.

He gives you one more little smile before making his way outside and waiting just out front of the camp, leaning agaisnt the wall and looking out the gate.

You head to the locker room where you find a colleague. You head inside to change out of your work clothes.

"Hey there." she grins "how have things been with you?"

"Good." you smile.

"Major's been going around again today, hasn't he?", she asks, glancing over at you.

"Um... yeah, he has." you continue to change into your clothes.

"Yeah, I figured as much. He coming around more often now? Spending more time talking to you?"

You chuckle, embarrassed. "I guess, yes."

"Well, I figured he had a thing for you" she laughs. "It was only a matter of time before he started getting a little flirtatious. He's not very good at hiding it."

"I think he's just being nice." you said as you buttoned your shirt.

"Sweetie, he's more than just nice. Major Egan has a reputation aroud here, you know. He doesn't go around being sweet to just anyone."

"Well, I don't know. I don't want everyone to go around and talk about this. The other nurses are real nosy!"

"Oh cm'on, don't worry. They'll just tease you a bit if they can tell that something's going on. And besides, nothing exciting happens around the hospital, so they cling to anything." she paused "But you're lucky. The Major's a looker, and I'm sure that you wouldn't mind his attentions, huh?" She gives you a playful nudge as she asks.

You chuckle as you looked at her. "He really is a looker isn't he?"

"Hell yeah he is." she laughs "A real man after my own heart. And the more things continue like this between you guys, the more certain I am that you might be the lady that gets to keep him to herself."

"Well, I don't know about that."

"Oh, come on. Just look at him. Just waiting right outside for you."

"Alright now. Enough of this." you said as you put your coat on. "I'm heading out."

"I'll see you back here later." she chuckles as you head out.

You find Major Egan just where he said he'd be. As you pass him and make your way to the gates outside, he starts walking with you, keeping his hands in his pockets.

"That's your work done for the day?" he asks casually.

"I have to get back in a few hours.... night shift."

"Ah... sure. Night shift. Busy workload tonight?"

"I don't think so."

He keeps his hands in his pockets the entire time, but he seems comfortable, confident, and content. "I bet it'll get busy in there." he adds, pointing to the cafe. "They have some of the best coffee and food around here."

"Have you been there lately?" you ask.

"It's been a little while now." he replies. "I had some time off last night and was going to go there, but I ended up making a stop by the hospital." he shrugs a little. "Had to see if you were looking after these soldiers properly, of course." he adds jokingly, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah, you've been a real caring Major these last few weeks."

"Well, I was just making sure you were up to the task of caring for our troops." he continues.

"Oh, your soldiers never complained."

He smiles at your comment. "Glad to hear it." He looks at you again, a small grin on his face. "Or maybe it's just that they have something nice to look at while they're recovering?"

"Alright now Major Egan."

"Oh come on, why don't you just call me John, hm?"

You looked at him for a couple of seconds. "If you're sure."

He gives you a little nod, still smiling. "Absolutely."

You approach the cafe and he holds the door open for you as you walk inside.

The cafe is busy as John said it'd be. Off duty soldiers fill the place with their drinks, raised voices and the smell of cigars. Most of them are playing a game of cards at the tables. Several are chatting and laughing with each other, making it a very lively environment. Major Egan steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"It is busy, isn't it?" he asks as he guides you to an empty table. He holds your seat out for you before sitting down across from you. "You don't mind it being so busy, do you?"

"Not at all."

He smiles, his hands still in his pockets. A waiter comes to your table and takes your order. John asks you what you want and then orders for you. You just smile politely at the waiter before he heads off.

"I'm glad you agreed to come with me this afternoon." he says after a moment in silence. You notice him leaning forward on the table as the conversation continues. He seems quite calm, but you can tell how focused he is on you.

At one point, one of the soldiers at another table glances over at the two of you, and then nudged the others at the table. There's a murmur of conservation and a few more glances as the others take note of the Major and the nurse sitting together again.

The Major doesn't seem to notice though. It remains a lighthearted conversation, but there's an undercurrent of something a little bit more going on underneath the surface.

Before either of you realize, both of you have been talking to each other for half an hour. The Major shows no signs of losing interest in the conversation.

After a while, a couple first year Sergeants approach the table curiously, excitedly presenting themselves to John.

"Major Egan, sir!" the first says confidently.

"Major." the second follows. They both glance at you a tad nervously.

The Major looks up at them and smiles, still sitting at the table casually. "At ease, gentlemen" he says, raising his hands off the table, but still relaxed.

"Sir, a few of the men were wondering if they could get an extended leave, due to the successful mission earlier today."

The Major stares at the first Sergeant for a second, and his eyes dart over to you. He's still smiling a little, but there's a serious side to him that comes through as he talks with them.

"I understand that you were planning on extending their leave to allow them to rest?" he replies to both men.

"Yes, sir." the first replies "if that's alright with you, sir?"

"It's alright, Sergeant." the Major nods again. "There'll will be no issue on my part in regards to that. How many days are you looking at?" he asks, looking between the two Sergeants.

"Around a week" one of them replied boldly "if that's fine with you sir?"

"A week, hm?" he stares at them for a moment. "A week should be sufficient for them to recharge, especially after a mission like this morning. Make it happen."

The Sergeants both nod their heads. "Yes, sir." They both give you a resrpectful salute before turning back around and walking to the larger table.

"Major Egan..." you say mockingly. He was so different when he talked to you.

He glances over at you with a little half grin. "Yeah?" He laid back in his chair as he waits for you to continue.

"And just when I was about to call you John." You say.

He chuckles softly at that. "Go ahead and call me John. If anyone around here is going to call me that, it should be you." he took a sip from his beer.

That gave you a chill down your spine, out of nervousness.

He sees that he has gotten some sort of reacting out of you, but that smile still remains on his face. "Go ahead, call me John."

"Alright, stop that." you chuckle.

"I just want you to call me by my first name. Is that too much to ask?"

You look at him in the eyes for a second, before smiling. "In here?"

"Here" he pauses "or anywhere else if you'd like." He lays back and continues to smile. That damn smile.

As you take in his comment, music starts to blast and all the soldiers rise from their seats and grab the women to dance. The cafe instantly becomes an athmosphere of fun and liveliness.

The Major glances over at the dance floor. "Would you like to join me?"

You nod your head shyly, and take John's hands as he pulls you into the dance floor. The music is a classic swing tune, and the soldiers all seem to know the moves perfectly, moving with rhythm and flow in a very playful mood.

Major Egan seems to be familiar with the dance, and as he moves with you his confidence and skill is undeniable. He leads you easily, gently pulling you around and twirl you in his arms, and all the while, he stays completely focused on keeping you steady, stable.

"You're a good dancer." he tells you, still smiling playfully as he does. He spins you around in his arms and then back around again, pulling you close enough so that his face is inches from yours. He's still maintaining a comfortable distance between you two, but it's evident that he wants to be so much closer.

The music begins to pick up more, and as it does, his moves become just a little bit more intimate and playful. His arms around your waist. It's clear that he's more than just enjoying the dance.

Moving his hands down to your hips as he holds you, not giving you quite as much space as before. He tilts his head and gets closer to your face, maintaining that same playful grin.

"Careful, John." you say over the music, teasing him.

He chuckles at the teasing, but he doesn’t pull away, nor does he stop dancing with you.

His movements get a little bit more playful now, bringing you in even closer.

"John..." you begin.

“Yes?” He stares at you with that same grin on his face, but his eyes have become more intense now, as if wanting to know where this is going.

"Kiss me." you ask.

His eyes remain on you as he stares quietly for a second, but then he finally leans in to meet your offer. There is nothing playful or light-hearted about this exchange. This is a serious and bold moment for the both of you. Major Egan goes completely for it, pressing his lips against yours. And as he does, his hands moves to your hips and pulls you even closer to him. The kiss was slow but eager, like weeks of tension have been building up. Every movement and gesture felt intentional. His hands on your hips feel more intense and firm now. You pulled back and heard the music echo.

The moment of silence was deafening.

The music was no longer all that you could think about. He stares back at you, clearly still wanting more, but he holds back from following through in that very moment.

"Let's go." you say looking up at him.

He doesn't answer, but simply nods his head. He takes your hand in his own, and together, the two of you exit the dance floor and leave the cafe. As soon as you hit the street night air, John grabs your hand and pulls you close again, his lips finding his way to yours. Your bodies are pressed against one another, and the intimacy of the moment is undeniable. His lips find yours again, this time, more eagerly. And he lingers for a second or two, savoring the kiss. This time, it feels like he’s taking it further, as his hands start moving down to your waist more playfully.

“You wanna take me to bed?” You simply say.

He looks back at you, a bit amused at the question, but also somewhat surprised that you had the boldness to suggest that.

He stares for a second, his lips partially parted. “Yeah. I do.”

His answers are blunt and straightforward. But there’s also a confidence and assertiveness about him that makes it very evident that he is completely and totally up for that idea.

You smiled. He smiles back at you, before leaning forward to take your hand again. But this time, he doesn't just hold your hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, his hand more possessive now as he glances down at your interwined fingers.

He leads you back into the base, guiding you towards his quarters.

The silence between you two is punctuated with little whispers and small talk here and there, but overall, the atmosphere is very much still intimate and playful between the two of you.

You noticed your environment. You've never been in this part of the base before, as it was only reserved for the Majors. It’s clear that this is a very private side of the base, for these higher ranking officers to be able to relax in the company of their women.

As you walk down the corridor, you hear the song My Funny Valentine by Chet Baker echoeing from a hall near by. Major Egan guides you through the hallway, the two of you still following hand in hand, until you both finally arrive at his room. You enter and before you could assimilate the space around you, John grabs your waist from behind, spins you around and you watch him close the door behind him so effortelessly, just before he kisses you gently, but passionately.

Everything around you has become a blur now, but you feel his hand on your back, leading you closer to his bed.

You start to walk backwards as he guided you. You put your arms around his neck, looking for support as he kisses you eagerly now. You jump, clinging into his body, as he grabs the back of your legs with his hands, easily supporting your weight. You moan quietly as he starts to feel your skin under your skirt as he holds you with both his hands.

John exhales soundly. "God..." he trailed off "You even sound beautiful."

His lips attack yours once again, filled with desire. His comment gave you chills all over your body. You felt him sit on the bed, you now straddling his lap. Being this close to him left you intoxicated, even speechless. You had nothing to say to him. Your attempts seemed to only come as careless whispers or moans as he explored your body with his hands.

"John..." you finally spoke.

You felt him smile into the kiss. "Yes?"

You took a second to answer, processing his touch. "Fuck me." You finally said.

He couldn't hide his smile. "I wanted to do this right." he paused as you looked at him. "I wanted to make love to you first."

The smirk plastered on his face made you melt. His eyes glistening with adoration for you.

You retributed the smile. "Sweet John..." you began tracing his features with your fingers. "Please do that."

You saw his smile grow slightly wider just before he closed the gap between both your lips.

He held you closer, his grip on you more firm, but never once hurting you.

“I imagined this moment a lot.” He confessed.

You began to take his uniform off. His shoulders so broad and his arms like two comforters around your torso. He did the same with your clothes but taking his sweet time to take in every little detail about you. The curve of your neck, the shape of your breasts and the freckles on your skin. Most of all he noticed the way your expression changed slightly when you became blushed with arousal.

His pants were bothering you, they were in the way. Your hand flew to his belt, trying to unbuckled it with no success. You saw him chuckle, surprisingly out of nervousness, as he helped you take it out. You always thought the Major John Egan would be swift in these manners, he had experience after all. It was the only thing nurses talked about, how much luck he had with women, inside or outside base. Was it so hard to believe that he could be actually nervous because you were the one unbuttoning his pants and trying to discard them? That was hard to grasp.

John grabbed the low of your back with one arm, supporting the other on the bed to lay you on top of it. He stood sat on the bed even after kicking his uniform pants, watching as you lay naked waiting for him to join you.

His expression was a mix of desire and adoration.

"What is it?" You asked laughing.

He shook his head slightly. "Nothing." he opened his mouth for a second before speaking. "I just think you're the most beautiful thing I've seen walk this earth."

You visibly blushed. How could you not? "You're just saying that because-" he interrumpted you immediately.

"Clothed or not." He said plainly, guessing the rest of your phrase. He looked at your face for a couple of seconds, and you did the same with difficulty. He was so handsome, his hair dischevelled falling perfectly on his forehead.

Not bearing it being away from him one more second, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to lay on top of you, opening your legs, allowing for him to fit in the empty space.

He immediately kissed you, your bodies now glued to each other. You could feel his hard member press against your core. You bent your kness, allowing him access. Your way of letting him know what you wanted.

He positioned himself at your entrance, ever so carefully. He looked at your expression as you gasped slightly, feeling him. He then kissed you gently, but eagerly, as he pushed himself inside you, slowly. Your mouth hang open as you threw your head slightly back on the pillow. He looked down at you, and he swore he could come undone right then and there, watching you in that blissful state.

You felt his lips on your neck, beginning in the low of your jaw until the base of your neck. You exhaled when you felt his touch and he could feel the vibrations of your voice on his lips.

His thrusts were purposely slow so you could adjust to his size. Soon enough he started to go deeper as you dig your nails in his upper back muscles.

"Faster." You pleaded, your voice only coming out as a low whimper.

He could hear it alright. John picked up his pace and you moaned louder as you felt every inch of him molding you.

"You feel so good." you heard him say between grunts into your lips.

You brought your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You broke it to speak finally. "John..." you called out his name. "I'm- I'm close."

"I know sweetheart, I know you are." his voice intoxicated you with desire, you could barely control yourself. "I can feel you closing on me." he continued thrusting in and out at that perfect pace. "You can let go... I wanna see that perfect face when you cum."

That was enough for you to explode. You soon came undone, your voice a higher pitch when you moaned his name a couple of times. You felt his warm release spill inside you. His face inches away from yours, mouths open, exhaling as you both reached your high. The moment that followed seemed like completely silent, only your breaths almost in perfect sync.

He smiled after noticing tears of pleasure in the corner of both your eyes, kissing each one of them away from your face. You both moaned when he removed himself inside you, both still very much overstimulated.

He laid next to you, immediately pushing you into his chest, arms wrapped around you. There were no words needed. You guys didn't have to talk about what happened. It was clear.

A few minutes were passed in silence. You looked at the clock on his wall, which marked almost twelve.

"Shit, I have to go. The night shift." you grabbed a bed sheet instinctively to cover yourself as you sat up, looking for your clothes scattered on his bedroom's floor.

"No." his voice lingered, pulling you back on the bed again. "You're staying here tonight."

You smiled as you looked at his sleepy expression. "I don't think that's up for you to decide. The doctors do our schedules, I have to show up to work."

His voice became deeper with tiredness. "I'm Major Egan. I can make a few calls." He suggested, his voice now more playful. "If you'd like to stay here with me tonight." his demeanour expectant.

You looked at him for a couple of seconds, giving thought to his offer. A smile escaped your lips, as you lay in the bed again, slightly embarrassed.

"They can get by without you one night. I can't." he admitted while wrapping his arms around your torso, setting the covers on top of you both.

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pov: Callum Turner is your boyfriend 💗

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WE LIVE IN TIME, 2024

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All The Things I Did:

(Just So I Could Call You Mine)

Canon Universe:

"The most beautiful part is, I wasn't even looking when I found you."

Chapter One: All The Things I Did

Chapter Two: It's All Around, It's All The Time

Interlude: A Sight For Sore Eyes

Chapter Three: Don't Leave Me Alone

Interlude: A Feeling I Want To Get Used To

Chapter Four: The Only Thing That I See

Chapter Five: I Hope I Don't Lose You

Chapter Six: All's Well That Ends Well

Chapter Seven: I Thought About Thinking It Through

Chapter Eight: That Girl Is Going, Going, Gone

Chapter Nine: It's Not Fair To Make Me Feel This Much

Chapter Ten: Together We Can Get Somewhere

Chapter Eleven: Love Me To My Bones

Interlude: I Want To Give You The World

Interlude: I'm Such A Fool

Interlude: All I Brought Back With Me

Interlude: Wave Goodbye to the End of the Beginning

Interlude: The One Thing I've Been Wanting

Interlude: My Little Bunnies

Interlude: My Little Loves

"Souls don't meet by accident."

The Modern Era: John x Cass Modern AU

You'd Have to Stop the World Just to Stop the Feeling

"It terrifies me what I would do for you."

The Princess Era: Knight!John x Princess!Cass AU

I Would Be Your Only Dream

I Love You, It's Ruining My Life

"And then she knew, that you could become homesick for people too."

Special Editions:

Four Times They Speak About Each Other And One Time They Spoke To Each Other

"Darling, you are all I ever wanted love to be."

Misc.

Cass x John Blurbs

"The day I met you I began to forget a life without you."

For A Fortnight There We Were:

(Forever Run Into You)

Hollywood Universe:

The story of Callum Turner and Evelyn Shaw, the actress who plays Cassandra Cooper in Masters of the Air.

One Shots:

He Got My Heartbeat

What About Your Quiet Treason?

It Fit Too Right

If It's Forever, It's Even Better

"You are too well tangled in my soul."

Misc.

Evelyn x Callum Blurbs/Inspo

"I told the stars about you."

Theseus Scamander

Invisible String

"I want to feel your love on my skin."

Austin Butler

Cowboy Universe

Mustang on a Prairie

The Bikeriders//Benny Cross

The Road to a Beautiful Nowhere

The Road to a Beautiful Nowhere: You're Lonely In This City

Other:

Bradley Bradshaw

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❦𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐!! _𝙱𝚎𝚝-. . 𝚢𝚘-𝚞_ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍-__𝚞𝚜?-. 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕-_𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?.-. 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢-//?!

𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤😂💕𝑇𝑜𝑝 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @eymie @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja @taylormarieee @missusnora @eleanorbaybars

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜❥ 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚘 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗-𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎̨𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗

“𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅...“

࣪✧. 🜸°. ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚.

Don’t let men with recovering orbital fractures finger you in their bed while hospitalized.

If that was ever a rule, spoken or unspoken, boy would they be pissed at you now.

“Wider, bunny. You wanna help me get better right?” Bucky cooed into your ear from where his chest was plastered to your back.

Choking down your moan almost guiltily because you really did want him to feel better, it was one of the things you told him when you’d first seen him after he had finally got back from that awful camp. You had gotten a call (the quickest one of your life) that they had taken him to the hospital immediately, to check the extent of all possible injuries, watch for any possibly contracted diseases, etc.

It was day 3 of him being in there but he’d been misbehaving restless since you’d arrived.

You shouldn’t be too cross with him because he couldn’t help it.

John missed you so much that when he finally got back on familiar ground, what ran through his thoughts was mostly you and then just 2 hours later, you were there. Filling his senses with your sweet scent, filling his hands with the softness of your curves as your lovely voice filled his head. Christ, how he missed you. All of you.

However, his body’s reaction to you after being depraved of you for so long was…intense. To say the least.

While you were worried after his health and overjoyed at having him back, Bucky was on you like a dog on water.

So naturally the second the doctors deemed him well enough to only check up on him every couple hours instead of every 30 minutes, he wasted no time sweet-talking you from your chair into his bed where he currently had 3 of his stupidly thick fingers pumping knuckle deep inside your drenched pussy.

The noise outside reminded you that this was a busy hospital making your arousal spike on edge, the chances of someone opening the door and seeing you with your heaving tits out, pretty dress around your waist, as Bucky made you cry out while your fluttering cunt gaped around his fingers…

“Hnnnggh…I-I’m trying! Y’ hand's just t-too big“, you whine, eyes watering when he thrusts upwards right into the spot that makes your twitching walls gush slick.

“Now now, that’s not it Bunny- this cunt’s just too goddamn small..“ Bucky rasps into your ear, a shiver wracks up your spine.

The only response you could get out was a whine that cut into a watery gasp when he bought his other hand to play with your swollen clit, swirling the wet pulsing nub in firm circles, biting his lip at the gorgeous display you made.

Your ears were beginning to ring with the effort of staying quiet, eyes watering in pleasure and embarrassment when you caught through the haze, just how loud your cunt sounded being thoroughly fucked by John’s big fingers.

The slick in and out of has your eyes mindlessly rolling back, body quivering from how good it feels as you get closer, your pussy practically sucking his fingers in as your walls tighten like a slick fist. John groans in your ear as he looks down, seeing how gone you are with your stretched cunt creaming all over his hand.

“Shhh, so good for me bunny….just like that. Makin’ me feel so much better already.” He whispers in your ear, licking across your jaw before dragging his fingers almost all the way out before sinking them back into your sopping pussy, jaw dropping open in a silent scream with his fat middle finger crooked as he nails your g spot.

Your muscles spasm violently and the original goal of keeping it down, gets further and further in the shadow of your impending orgasm plus Bucky wasn’t helping at all with the pure filth coming out of his mouth. He’d always been a dirty talker, quick witted risqué lines that made you blush even back when he’d first been pursuing you….but this?

“C’mon baby, listen to that..my girls sound so sweet gettin’ a good fucking hm?”

“God I missed you, you’re almost too tight now. Can’t wait til we get home so I can properly break her in.”

“Mhmm bet you feel real good yeah? Drippin’ everywhere my slutty little bunny.” He hissed into your ear.

Oh dear god.

The moment your hiccuping whines bubbled to desperate moans in your throat, John slapped the hand that had been on your clit over your mouth, muffling your wails as white hot pleasure took you over the edge.

Shudders wrack your body while you cum, clit throbbing in time with your spasming walls while the lack of oxygen and your muffled moans add to the intensity of your orgasm. John’s hand slows a bit as he fucks you through it, almost putting your overstimulated self in a coma, kissing the tear trail down the side of your eyes; cock harder than ever as he waits for you to come down.

“Oooh. That was a good one, wasn’t it baby?”

Hand still over your mouth as you drop your head down in a wrecked “yes”. John hums as he manhandles your limp body around to face him, laying you on his chest and smoothing your dress down right as the door begins to open, uttering one last soaking promise into your ear…

“If you think you felt something now, just wait until we get home…gonna feel how much I missed you when I’m wearing that pussy out.”

godblessamerica???

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𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑨 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑬𝒈𝒂𝒏<33

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕?”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔- 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒙, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒈✪𝒔𝒎𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 😉

X

O

“Cmon bun, I didn’t catch it the first time.”

Damn he was such a bastard.

You know there’s a high chance you’ll never live this down but you’re too wet to care.

Pinned underneath his body as he teased you, John’s thick fingers stuffed inside your dripping cunt while they’d lightly graze that spot inside you but never hard enough to get you off, just keeping you on edge and under his thumb. Literally.

What he wanted was simple. Lately, when you’d be having sex, he felt like there was something you were holding back, something that could send you to cloud nine and he needed to know what that something was.

Bucky knew he couldn’t be sweet and get it out of you, no. You were too stubborn so you’d never tell. The only option left was slow torture.

Luckily for him, endurance was never your thing so within the first hour of being stripped naked and played with, you broke muttering your embarrassing truth.

“S-spit in….my m-mouth..”

The way Bucky’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline made you wish the sheets would swallow you whole.

“I’m sorry, where did you want me to spit?”

Now he was just being an ass.

You throw your head back with a whine, fighting tears. You needed to cum. The ache was starting to become almost unbearable, clit throbbing so hard it bordered on pain. And it was hot too, only adding to your frustration.

Going to open up your mouth to argue some more, you cut off with a gasp when Bucky suddenly takes his fingers out.

“W-what are y- oooh!” Your voice breaks off to a sharp moan as Bucky slaps his thick cock between your swollen pussy lips, hitting your clit as he slides back an forth, the intense pleasure overwhelming you as you become lightheaded. Fuck, you could cum like this.

Before you get too far, John stops and lowers his face to yours. Blown blue eyes meet your hazy ones as he brushes his full lips over yours, speaking lowly.

“So wet..must ache, huh?” John can see your resolve disappearing almost completely so he keeps going. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.” Fuck it, you need to come. “I’ll always give you want you want, pretty..jus’ gotta tell me.”

Nodding, you lift up to capture his mouth in a deep kiss, opening your mouth before he pulls away.

“Now, where do you want me to spit?” He rasps against your lips, and you don’t care anymore. You’d tell him the secrets of the president if it would get your screws knocked loose.

“I want, no…need you to spit in my mouth.”

“Good girl. Now, open. Let me see the back of that pretty throat.“

You obey without question and John hums in pleasure before leaning down and spitting straight down your throat. A high pitched moan erupts from you as you feel its warmth pool in your core. After that Bucky can’t wait anymore as he fucks his length into you cunt and devours you in a kiss. Your lashes flutter amidst your eyes rolling back. The languid strokes of his sweet tongue against your own draws out the most debauched sounds from your throat. His lips suction off of your own with a wet pop and you gasp, “want me to do it again?”

You don’t even have to nod all the way before the taste of his spit is sliding down your tongue and he’s fucking you even harder.

Wrecked moans, slapping skin, and harsh curses fill the room as you finally fall into the abyss of euphoria. Your orgasm hits you in a violent burst of bliss that has you crying out for him in a drawn-out moan, your spine arches amidst the waves of pleasure clouding your mind, body writhing, and pelvis undulating as you ride out the pulsing release. Your soaked cunt throbs and pulses around Buck’s girth, burning hot and dripping.

“F-uck!” he cries, slamming into you, his moan turns to a loud growl before you feel a hot pressure gush inside of you. Your eyes roll back with a sob, clinging onto his broad frame.

You’re both boneless when you come down a few minutes later but John stays inside you, picking up your hand to kiss the back of it soothingly as you drift off.

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𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓➬1 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 (thank u booski💕) ^^!)

“𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦?”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒎, 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒈@𝒔𝒎𝒔, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑1𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 (¯ ³¯)♡

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“Bucky! E-enough…i can’t-- cum anym-ah!”

Your mouth drops open in a wail, nerves melting under the heat of Bucky’s tongue. It’s too much and even if you wanted to get up, the burly arms around your legs wouldn’t let you get far.

It’s been at least an hour of him eating you alive and for what? Because you refused to tell him what you were doing before he got home. John had been instantly suspicious when you met him at the door flustered with wrinkled clothes, breathing quickly in a light sweat.

You swore you weren’t doing anything abnormal and you weren’t….

But you’d rather kiss tarmac than admit to him that you were touching yourself. And you had gotten so close too.

You’re broken out of your thoughts as his hands slip down to your hips, raising them off of the bed in a swift motion, pulling a soft surprised gasp from your throat. Your mind is flooded with hot pleasure again as he plunges his tongue down into your dripping cunt, pumping the thick organ as deep as he can.

“Fuck!” you choke out, fisting up the blanket at your sides.

You squeal as his tongue presses and licks at your spasming walls, tears prick the corners of your eyes while they roll back. You heave out a pitiful sob as his tongue undulates and pushes against your sweet spot, stimulating so many areas at once that your next orgasm begins to build as quickly as it faded.

“Please,” you gasp, trying to wiggle out and quickly finding his hold too firm on your hips. He grips tighter to keep you lifted in place, tasting every inch of your hot cavern, feasting on your juices like a starving dog. His groan sends a ruthless shiver down your spine. The tension within you builds rapidly, searing heat flooding every inch of your cunt has your toes curling in the air and your lips agape, your walls clenching around his tongue in a vice grip. Everything so pent up and tense, you begin to chant his name in a desperate plea, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

He smiles to himself deviously, tonguefucking you harder, overwhelming your senses. Your head spins, you can’t take it anymore! You grind your hips in the air to try to buck against his tongue, sobbing at the feeling of it filling your clenching walls.

“I c- I can’t!” you sob, your head thrown back.

Bucky swirls your nub around his mouth like candy, giving you one more wet vicious suck before pulling away.

“Last chance, just what have you been up to while I’ve been away?”

You don’t wanna tell but you can’t keep this up either so…

“O-okay! I was touching myself! Happy n- oooh sh-it!”

Ha. He already knew that, he just wanted to hear you say it.

John raises your thighs higher, pressing them towards your chest. Your toes curl and you arch your back off of the bed, whining his name in a desperate plea. His tongue completely envelops your clit, licking continuously before plunging back into your sopping hole. Your breathing quickens and you buck your hips up, chasing that sweet release.

“C-cumming, fuck, Buck, please, please please!”

You actually do scream, and somewhere in the whiteout of arousal, your screaming that you’re cumming, and Bucky’s undulating that perfect fucking tongue and licking every inch of your insides with this pleased, possessive growl that makes tears drip down your face.

It’s too hot, it’s too much, you’re over-sensitive and desperate all at the same time, and it’s not until he withdraws his tongue and helps you steady your shaking, quivering legs that you stop moaning those shrill, needy whines so loudly.

He places one last kiss on your swollen pussy before moving up to embrace you. Kissing the top of your head as he smiles, “See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

[outmodead]

like a wrecking ball

pairing: john/buck egan x fem!reader

summary: you send buck sensual photos while he’s stationed

warning: talk of nude photos, dirty talk, sensual letters, inaccuracies about war, smut, oral (first time munching box 🐱) (fem! receiving), overstimulation, etc.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what started off as marge taking pictures of you getting ready for a party, putting on lipstick and fluffing up your hair, ended with you asking marge if you could borrow her camera for a couple of days to take some photos for buck.

it was all in good fun. some ones with you crossed eyed, smiling, goofy and carefree. however, something possessed you to slip the strap of your dress off your shoulder click take the clip from your hair, letting down your loose, soft hair click and snap the clasp from your bra click.

you don’t know what came over you. you took over fifteen pictures in sensual poses, as if posing for a professional boudoir photoshoot. gosh, if anyone ever saw these, you thought. they’d have me carted off to the brothel or put into an asylum.

and what’s worse than that, you’d mustered up the courage to actually send them! with your stationary neatly stacked at your desk, your ink pen furiously wrote to your deployed lover.

My Love, I hear the war is getting harder. There’s no telling what you have to attest to that statement, they say Germany is killing our Air Force and I can’t help but to think of you. Fighting your hardest, having trouble sleeping at night, losing friends, losing family.

And even in all of this, I still feel sorry for myself for missing you. Everyone notices how miserable I am without you here. Without your touch, your smile, your kiss. Golly, even my mother visits! And you know how she is with me and boys, totally mentally insane.

Anywho, how is my love? And how is Gale? Marge misses him terribly. She has a sneaky suspicion that he is going to ask her to marry him.. though I think she may be going a bit stir crazy from not being with him, but who am I to talk?

Our girls are doing our best here, I work the soup kitchen most days for the people out of jobs and soldiers who have come home injured. My classes are going terribly, my focus only seems to train on you and what you’re doing, and if you’re safe.

I’m sending some pictures for you, John. Marge let me borrow her camera and the film just got back to me today, so I hope you enjoy. I miss you, love. I can’t wait for you to be back in my arms and within my reach. For now, take these photos and do with them what you like. Imagine me there, John. Just how I imagine you here with me. Oh, and please, please, please, do not let anyone see these!

Your Girl,

Y/N

you kissed the letter with scarlet stained lips, enclosed the envelope set with your photos, and sent it off, staring out of the window as the mailman carried it off to be shipped overseas, in the air, and into john’s trusted hands.

★

“mail!” a soldier shouted in the quiet cafeteria. men, all in matching green uniforms, scrambled to get up and horde the poor guy. he passed letters and packages around, assigning them with a last name shouted before he handed it to the rightful owner. “egan.” he said, dropping a single envelope signed with pretty cursive writing on the front.

“who’s it from?” gale asked sarcastically. he knew his friend was smitten with his girl from back home and she was one of the few- or rather only- person he took the time to write to.

“take a guess, clevens.” john replied smugly, tearing open the letter quite clumsily, the tear all jagged and the envelop ripped down the corner. out of that tear, a photo caught the eye of john. he squinted. “she sent photos.” he told gale.

“really? marge never sends me photos.” he mutters jealously. gale watched his friend’s face blush a bright red, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “what? what is it?”

“that’s for me to cherish, and for you… to never find out.” john smiled up at his friend. he took one of the many pictures out of the envelope completely and turned it many ways to look at all perspectives of your beauty. the way your hair fell over your eyes as you gazed lustfully at the camera lens. the way the intricate lace of your bra strap led down to the see-through fabric over your breast. he could see you perfectly. though the camera isn’t the most expensive and definitely not the most defined, john could tell you took your time making sure these photos were worth his while.

“damn, major. who is this beautiful dame?” lieutenant curtis was peaking over john’s shoulder and john slammed the picture down onto the table before he could see anymore of his girl.

“that’s mine, curt. you’ll have to find your own.” curtis made a booing sound and walked off playfully glum. “god, this girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

“are you gonna explain or am i gonna have to snatch the picture while you aren’t looking?” gale asked, running a hand through his blond hair.

“you ain’t seeing the pictures, nobody’s seein’ them but me.” john shook his head, a light blush still creeping up his neck, up his ears. “she sent nudie pictures.” he laughed under his breath, shoving the pictures deep into his pocket.

“what? let me see!” gale leaned forward, smiling from cheek to cheek.

“what?” john scoffed. “hell, no. i’m gonna marry this girl.” he leaned back away from the table, so gale couldn't grab him and force the photos out of his pocket. “hell, i ain’t even read the letter yet.”

“better get to writing a hell of a response. she won’t send anymore if you send some half-assed letter back, man.” gale laughed, taking a sip of coffee.

john finally took the letter out of the envelope, it still smelled like her. he brought it up to his nose and thought fondly of his beautiful girl back home. he missed her more than anything. unfolding the parchment, he smiled at her greeting, her penmanship was unlike any other. curling, twirling cursive letters filled the page and he caught a glimpse of the lipstick mark at the bottom of the page. oh, to kiss her lips again, buck thought.

his eyes scanned every word more than twice. he could hear her voice within the written words.

“she asked how you were doing.” buck told gale whose eyebrows lifted in gratefulness. “she also says that marge thinks you’re going to ask her to marry you.”

“damn it!” gale huffs, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. “how does she know?”

“don’t know, man.” john laughs as he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket, always on hand for something like this, when he has to get to work immediately on writing you back.

My Beautiful Girl,

There’s nothing I want more than to be with you right now. In my arms, in my bed, all alone. No one but us, my sweet girl.

When I get back, I’m going to keep you to myself for a whole week. And those pictures? I never knew you to be so dirty. You should’ve seen my face when I opened up the envelope. I was about as red as a ripe tomato.

I long for nothing more than to kiss those sweet lips, your shoulders, your smooth legs, all of you. I am going to come home to you. I’m gonna crash through the front door and hold onto you until forever falls apart. There’s only a few more months until we’re together again, for good, hopefully.

And to answer your questions, I’m doing okay. we’re losing a lot of men, really quickly. I can’t help but to keep offering to go on missions, just so it doesn’t go haywire. Gale is also planning on asking Marge to marry him, but don’t you dare tell her. He was doing great until I told him about her correct accusations. He is currently laying his head down on the table and holding his hands to his head in despair.

My girl, I love you so much. Trust in this, I am always yours and no one will see these pictures but me, admiringly. I always imagine you with me. You’re with me when I sleep at night, when I’m up in the air, and especially in my heart. You keep me safe without even knowing, angel.

Love, John

★

just as john said in his letter, a few months and he’d be home. months turn into weeks, weeks turned into days, and days turned into hours. today was the day and you had been preparing since the sun first rose in the morning.

marge had also been on edge, their plane was to arrive at the tarmac at three in the afternoon. you and marge spent the day scrubbing, shaving, spritzing, and dressing. after that, you spent a few minutes straightening up the house and making sure there was some food warming up for him when he got home. even so, the hangar was only a few minutes down the road.

it was about a quarter past two now and marge was supposed to be with you about fifteen minutes ago. to say you were antsy would be a major understatement. you couldn’t keep the ball of your heel from bouncing on the floor, your poor nails had been chewed off hours ago.

a knock on the door knocked you out of your anxious daze and you sprang up from the couch to answer it.

marge’s glowing face entered your sight and you sighed in relief.

“you’re late.” you hugged your best friend tightly, then ran into the kitchen to grab your purse before meeting marge on the porch, closing and locking the door.

“i know, i’m sorry. i really don’t have an excuse, i was just so anxious so i drove a bit slower.” she admitted, which helped you feel a lot better. at least you weren’t alone.

“we shouldn’t be this nervous, really.” you sighed, walking down the sidewalk to marge’s car. you opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. marge followed suit and sat in the driver’s side, quickly cranking the key and speeding off to the airport. the plane was due to arrive at three, so you only had about fifteen minutes until you got to see your favorite person in the world.

"should we stand at the gate or try to get onto the actual tarmac?" marge questioned, looking around at all the other wives and girlfriends standing around.

"there's a guard at the gate, we'll just ask him if we can get in." you pointed at the man in a vest, a security badge pinned to his chest. you and marge waltzed up to the man with kind smiles painted on your lips. "hi, sir. how are you today?"

"just fine, and yourselves?" the man smiled warmly.

"absolutely dandy." marge grinned. "so, listen, we were just wondering. are we allowed to go onto the tarmac or do we have to wait behind the gate?"

"i can allow you on the tarmac, but do you see those cones over there?" he pointed behind him to bright orange cones lined up down the asphalt. the girls hummed in agreement. "you can't get more than thirty feet near them. that's where the plane will land and roll in and i will not be taking responsibility for a bunch of soldiers' wives getting run over because they decided not to listen, understand?" the man looked back to the women who nodded with wide eyes. "okay, let me open this." he fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked the gate, pushing it open so the girls could come in and await their loves.

marge checked the gold watch on her wrist. "should be about five minutes, y/n."

"i feel like i need to puke. do you feel like you have to puke?" you sputtered out quickly and marge placed her hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

"hey, there's nothing to be nervous about. john is a good man, a good man who misses you, okay? you have nothing to worry about except getting pregnant in the next twenty-four hours." marge giggled when you gasped.

"marge! watch your mouth or they'll carry you away." you two laughed before the distant sound of a plane rattled the ground beneath your feet. you looked up and there it was. the plane that carried your john back to you, safe and sound. you sighed, saying a quick prayer, before watching the plane land safely and roll into the hangar.

the wives were muttering relentlessly. it had been a few minutes since the plane got here and no soldiers had yet to step out. but finally, finally, a group of men all dressed in matching green jumpsuits and carrying the same bag came running out of the hangar in search of their reasons for fighting as hard as they did. marge spotted gale, his golden blonde hair flowing in the wind as he ran to her. he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her like it was from a movie. y/n laughed and clapped for her best friends, but she couldn't help but wonder where john was.

"hey, y/n. how are ya, girl?" gale walked up to the worrisome girl with his arm around marge's waist.

"i'm fine, gale! oh, we've missed you and john so much." she sighed as he wrapped his free arm around her in an embrace. "where is john, by the way?"

gale looked behind him and there he was, almost as if in slow motion. he was just as dreamy as the day she met him.

before she could stop herself, her feet picked up a quick pace and soon enough she was running to him, grinning and laughing. when she reached him, he dropped his duffle bag onto the floor and pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

“oh, my sweet y/n.” john muttered into her hair. she smelled so good. she smelled like home. he missed her like hell. and if she wasn’t half of his heart, there’s no way he would’ve survived. “i missed you so much.”

he let her down so her feet could touch the ground, but made no move to let her out of his embrace. y/n cupped the sides of his face and brought him into a searing kiss. a kiss that said everything she couldn’t. how grateful she was that he was home, that he’s safe, back in her arms. “i missed you so much more.”

“not possible.” he said against her lips.

“hey, if y’all don't mind i’d like to go home!” gale shouted at the couple, teasingly. marge playfully slapped him against his chest in scolding. he just laughed and grabbed her hand, leading her back to the gate.

“i guess we should go.” y/n sighed against him. john pouted and whined dropping his head to her shoulder. “the faster we get home, the faster you get to see all the new pictures i have.”

with that, he grabbed his bag off the ground and y/n’s hand, leading her to marge and gale, albeit very quickly.

★

marge dropped y/n and john off at her home, speeding off with a wave out of the window.

“i missed this place.” john said, looking up at the small house. y/n grabbed his hand gently and led him up the stairs of the porch. when they walked in, it smelled of a home cooked meal and pure love to john. “what’d you make, angel?”

“some steak,” she replied, walking in front of him to open the oven that was keeping the food warm. she felt john’s presence behind her, warm and inviting. “potatoes,” john wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips tickling the nape of her neck. her breath hitched as she leaned back against him. “and i baked a pie.”

“mmm, what kind?” his lips were right near her ear and he kissed the skin behind it, a light gasp leaving her pretty lips.

“cherry.”

“my favorite.” he turned her around and captured her lips in a kiss, lost in her already. she was breathless. this is all she had been waiting for, yearning every day and even worse at night. she missed his touch, his kiss, his everything. “those photos you sent drove me crazy, baby. took everything i had not to just tape it to the windshield of my plane.”

“there’s more.” she whispered, his lips all over her neck, sucking bruises that she would have to hide with a turtle neck. “you wanna see?”

he growled against her skin as she dragged him into the bedroom. she pushed him to sit on the bed, noticing the already prominent bulge in his green army pants. she kneeled down between his legs, eye contact heavy between them. john shifted where he sat, ready for anything she was about to give him. instead, she reached for the black box under her bed and placed it on his thighs.

“open it.” she sat back on her calves, watching him open the box with a brow lifted quizzically.

inside were more than 30 developed pictures, in all their vulgar glory. john let out a sigh and sat up straighter. he picked up a few and sorted through them, y/n was posed with a white lacy set adorning her body and light makeup on her face. she was in front of a mirror, playing with herself. she could hear his breath catch in his throat. he stared at each photo, getting harder by the second.

“do you like them?” she asked, he brought his attention back down to his girl. her big doe eyes looking pleading and seductive at the same time. she was still sitting back on her legs and the way she had her hands clasped in front of her made her arms push her breasts together, giving john a teasing view of her cleavage.

“like them? b-baby, i want these burned into my memory.” he stuttered over his words and that’s how y/n knew she had him wrapped around her finger. the usually stoic, firm, but kind man she fell in love with is gradually falling apart at the seams, all because of her. “y’know what, though?”

“hm?”

“i think i prefer the live action version.” the smirk on his face was deep, setting smile lines onto the left side of his face.

“well, good thing you got it for the rest of your life, baby.” she sat up on her legs, placing her hands on the tops of his thighs for stability. john leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. he groaned, his mouth open and waiting for her to crash into him.

“i’d rather you not tease me right now, angel.” he breathed against her lips. y/n just giggled and took the box from his lap, placing it back under the bed. she stood to her full height and john wrapped his arms around her hips, letting her sit herself on his lap. she gasped when she felt how aroused he was. “kiss me.”

“not yet.” she smiled, leaning away from his lips. “let me undress you?”

john agreed and let her pull his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants. she flung the fabric somewhere behind her and giggled. his toned chest was warm and soft, she grazed her fingers over every freckle and mole that she had missed so much, kissing over every one she saw. she let her hands drag down to his belt that she skillfully unbuckled while maintaining eye contact with her lover.

john was going absolutely insane, he had never seen this side of her before. so powerful, so in tune with both of their bodies, and ever so confident. he was enchanted.

“can we try something?” he asked suddenly when she pulled his belt through the last loop.

“what’s that, baby?” she started to kiss his neck, licking and sucking all over the soft skin and john moaned while trying to get his words out.

“the g-guys were talking about- fuck, how good it is to eat pussy.” he whined when y/n stopped in her tracks. she detached her lips from his body and leaned back to look at him.

“you wanna try that?” she looked shocked.

john nodded submissively, blush rushing to the tops of his ears and creeping down his neck.

“just lie down, i’ll take care of you.” he cradled her neck in his large hand. he brought the other one to the buttons of her dress, slowly taking each one out. when he caught sight of the bralette adoring her figure, he brought his head down to kiss at the top of her skin and the lacy fabric. “i’m liking all this new underwear, baby.”

“all just for you.” she whispered. she carded her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back in pleasure at the magic he was working on her body. she was soaked and he had barely even done anything.

john took the rest of her dress off and lifted her to stand, it dropped to her feet onto the floor and she stepped out of it. he laid her back down, propping a pillow behind her head.

“you still okay?” he asked, kissing down her belly. her answer was breathy and barely audible, but he heard it, so he continued. his fingers grazed the hem of her white panties, a pink bow adorning the middle. the innocence of it all made john’s head feel dizzy. he slowly dragged her underwear down her legs, savoring every moment with her. “let me know what feels good, honey.”

“oka-” her voice failed her as john brought his lips up to her swollen bud. if he was new at this, he sure was a fast learner. his tongue was circling her clit, but trailed down to her entrance that was sopping with arousal. as soon as he got his first taste, john wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs and brought her closer to his mouth. “oh, my god.”

“feel good?” he muttered quickly, going back to licking and slurping as if his life depended on it.

“fucking unreal.” her head was thrown back, fingers digging into the pillow behind her. her hips were bucking onto john’s face, forcing his nose to bump her clit. she felt his fingers prodding at her and she mewled, her back arching against the bed. “won’t last, if you do that.”

“that’s the whole point, sweets.” he was smiling against her. her overstimulation was amusing to him.

“wanna come on your cock, baby.” he groaned against her core, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. her eyes were clenched so tightly, she wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up wrinkled on the lid.

begrudgingly, he pulled back, kneeling in front of her. he made sure to look into her eyes as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them at the sweet taste of her. “tastes like honey, baby.”

“i’m sure you taste better.” she flirted back, her eyelashes fluttering. and as much as he would love to shove his cock down her throat, her cunt was much more appealing at the moment.

“maybe tomorrow. tonight’s about you, doll. and how much i missed you.” his belt had already been undone by her, so all he had to do was unbutton them and let them fall to the floor. “do you wanna know how i spent my nights?” he mounted his sweet girl, a knee between her legs and his arms holding himself up to look into her eyes. “i had a room to myself, y’know.. bein’ major comes with some perks. i’d take out those photos you sent me.. every night. like fuckin’ clock work.” she could feel him lining himself up with her entrance. the head of his cock prodding at the greedy hole that was oh so eager to take him. “i’d picture you there, running your hands all over me, like you always do. latchin’ yourself onto me. lovin’ me so good…”

her eyes were sparkling under the warm lights of the lamps on the beside tables. her bottom lip was quivering with need, her back arching up to try and get him to slip into her, but every time she bucked her hips, he would pull just inches away. she was writhing beneath him, aching to have him in her. “bucky, please.”

“hang on, darlin’.” john was smiling ear-to-ear. he knew what he was doing to her, he loved to see her all riled up just for him. “i’d fuck my fist every night to those sweet pictures.. just counting the days until i’d see you again. til i could kiss you again, til i could fuck you again.”

he kissed the side of her neck before thrusting himself all the way into her cunt. the stretch was euphoric to her after not having anything but her fingers, that she could not work as well as john could. she hissed in pleasure as he pulled out, just to the tip, and thrusted in harder, setting a nice and steady pace.

“faster.” she breathed against his lips. he obliged quickly, pressing into her harder and faster than he had before. she was clawing her nails down his back, and he whimpered into her neck. he thought his fantasies were good? this was a hundred times better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. she was squeezing so tight he could barely pull out, but god was it amazing. he couldn’t make his mind think about anything but her. “you feel so good, buck. better than i dreamed.”

“you been dreamin’ about me too, sweetheart?” he kissed her cheek, chin, and lips. he swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth wider, letting him taste all around. she could faintly taste herself on his tongue and she moaned at the vulgarity of it all.

john snuck his fingertips down her belly, tracing her skin on the way down to her swollen clit, he circled it in slow, smooth movements. y/n threw her head back with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“cmon baby. give it to me.” he growled in her ear. his hips were losing their rhythm and he refused to come before her. “come for me, darlin’.”

she held her hand to the back of his neck, keeping him latched to her chest. john sucked and bit over her chest, leaving dark marks all along her skin. her thighs were trembling in pleasure as john worked himself faster against her hips. the only sounds in the room were the couple’s lewd and borderline pornographic curses falling from their swollen lips and skin slapping against skin. john could feel her core clenching tighter and tighter and he knew that coil in her belly was about to snap.

“john, i’m coming.” her voiced was pinched as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his lower back. she moaned even louder as he hit even deeper, hitting that spot inside of her so well, she was seeing stars.

“give me all you got, baby.” he whispered against her chest, his fingers still working circles against her clit. she pressed her nails into his skin, surely leaving bloody red marks all over his freckled back. her climax hit her like a train and then it hit her again and again in the most intense aftershocks she had ever had, she was leaking all over his cock and john look down to where the two of them were connected, wet and slick in both of their arousal. the sight alone had him coming inside of her with a loud groan, and collapsing onto her.

while the two of them caught their breath, john’s head perked up with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“what?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“you still got that camera from marge? i’d love to take some pictures of us that we both can enjoy.”

[outmodead]

Are We Too Late?

Relationship: Austin Butler x Reader

Fandom: Austin Butler RPF

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Brief strong language, fluff, angst

Word Count: 3,678

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Summary: After a tumultuous breakup, Austin is starring alongside his ex-girlfriend. However, can they remain professional when their characters are on the verge of a breakup themselves?

They’ve got to be kidding. Sure it was rumored on social media, but they weren’t serious or right were they? The phone call with the agent was not helpful at all.

“Come on, Diana. Please tell me he’s not a part of this film?” She asked, holding her head in one hand, and her phone in the other.

“I’m sorry sweetie, but he is. I get that you two have history together but this film will be good for your career. You can’t let him get in the way of that. Just be professional, and only speak to him when you need and you should be good to go.” Yeah. Really helpful advice there. But she couldn’t turn down this film. Having the rumored cast online had sparked plenty of media coverage for the film, and her dropping out now would spark some talk about her in a way she just didn’t want right now. She hung up the call shortly afterwards, and sat amongst her packing. The flight to Georgia would leave in the morning, and she needed all the time in the world to clear her head.

She placed shirts, pants, and anything else she would need for the next two or three months in the suitcase. Her smaller spare suitcase was on standby, should she need it. Where was her bracelet? It was around her somewhere. Ah, there it is. Right next to the candle in her room, in the jewelry holder she had. As she removed the bracelet, her eyes drifted to an old crumpled photo. The colored images stared at her and mocked her. She pulled the photo strip out of the bottom of the jewelry and looked at the date on the back.

~

January 4th, 2017

Snow fell around the couple that was skating around the rink. The cold only served to pull them closer together. The girl laughed as the boy held her hand, stumbling a bit on the ice. Winters in New York were something else, but when they both had off for New Years, her lovely boyfriend decided to treat her to a two-week long getaway to the frigid city.

“Aus! Be careful baby. Don’t fall please! Cause if you fall, then I fall, and no one will help either of us up.” She giggled out. Her boyfriend simply laughed at her.

“Relax, princess. I’m a natural!” He says with pride, and proceeds to almost fall while still holding her hand.

“Sure you are, lover boy.” She pulls him back up, and wrap her arms around his waist. He smiles down at her and places a kiss on her red nose. It scrunches up, and she leans up to steal a kiss from him.

~

Ping! She was broken out of her memory by her laptop going off. She made her way over to the machine, and opened her email. There was her itinerary for after she lands. Everything was going to be fine. Hopefully.

~

“Are you sure she’s on the project? There’s no way to get out of the contract?” The young man asked his agent over the phone. He had just received the cast list for the table read, and he had no idea that she was going to be his co star. It was rumored online, but he had yet to have anything confirmed.

“Sorry, Austin. But you’ve got to go. Who cares if she’s on cast? You need to be professional and take this job. It’s a little late to get out of the contract, dude.” He let out a deep sigh and rubbed his hands down his face.

“Alright man. I’m gonna let you go. I’ve gotta finish getting ready to go to the airport.” The call was ended shortly afterwards, and the actor stood next to his luggage. He was just waiting on the Uber to get to his apartment, but his mind started racing. It had been a while since they wre broken up, but Austin still thought of her everyday. The relationship had ended, but his feelings had not. Opening his phone, he found his favorite photos, and pulled the one that he often looked at late at night when he needed to remember a happier time.

~

August 28th, 2018

The smell of pasta drifted through the apartment the moment Austin walked in. The interviews that day were long and exhausting, but hopefully worth it.

“Babe!” He called out, but there was no answer.

“Baby!” He called out yet again, and decided to look around the apartment. No one in the living room, and no answ- oh. He found her. Leaning against the refrigerator, he took in the scene he stumbled into. A pot of spaghetti was boiling on the stove, as well as a great smelling bolognese sauce next to it. She was singing quietly and dancing around in place while she cooked. None of the clothes on here body were her’s. That was his loose sweatshirt, and his sweatpants that were surely rolled up several times to make sure that they were staying on her hips. She turned around to grab something, but got startled by Austin suddenly being behind her. She didn’t notice the phone that was in his hands and pointed at her.

“Baby!!” She ran over and tackled Austin. He opened his arms just in time for her to barrel into his chest. He laughed at her excited demeanor and pressed a kiss to her head. He reached hi hand up and took one of her earbuds out, and let her lean back into his arms.

“I thought you weren’t getting home till much later.” She said, rubbing her hands up and down his back. Austin smiled down at her.

“We wrapped up early and I just wanted to get home to you, sweet girl.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, to which she reciprocated. Before they got too lost in the moment, she abruptly turned away from her boyfriend.

“Oh the food!” She quickly made sure nothing was burnt or over cooked before she drained the pasta.

“Baby, I love you but please go shower before dinner. It’ll be waiting for you when you get out.” She worked to put the meal together while Austin chuckled at her and started to walk away.

“Are you saying I stink?” He called from the bathroom, his voice full of teasing.

“God yes!” She replied from the kitchen; her voice matching his. He laughed at this and began to start up his shower. Austin pulled his phone out and looked at the photo he had. The excited look on her face, his clothes. This was definitely his favorite photo he had ever taken.

~

Flight 987 now boarding.

Austin grabbed his carry on, and headed towards his gate. Atlanta Georgia was waiting for him. But his mind was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that she was going to be his co-star for this film. How could no one have told him? He hadn’t seen her in person since the breakup. In fact, she hadn’t even been seen by the media that much following the split. He was nervous about seeing her after all this time. But nothing was going to keep him from being professional.

The flight was uneventful. Just several hours for him to take a nap, and let his mind run wild about seeing her again. Austin like to remember when she was happy with him; all smiles and laughter. The lonely nights were hard, but they usually tried to call each other. And then it all broke. There was screaming and yelling, things thrown to the ground in anger. And just like that, their relationship was through. There was nothing left to save.

~

Airports were always crazy, that much she knew. Georgia was gorgeous as always; the view helped quell her racing mind a little. The ride to the hotel allowed her to watch the setting Atlanta sun. But the chaos ensued once she arrived at the table read the next day.

“Alright, now,” her manager started in the Uber ride, “you know that Austin will be there. Just remain polite and courteous, and professional. Don’t get kicked out of this project because you can’t keep it together in front of your ex.” Well. That was a frank response. The actress turned to look at her manager with a look. A look that screamed, “really?”

“Di, come on. I’m always professional.” But her hands started shaking as she saw the building pull into view. Austin looked like he was doing well for himself since their breakup. Taking on more, higher profile roles. As much as she hated them being apart, she was glad that he had finally started getting the recognition he deserved. The manager and actress duo stepped out of the vehicle, and made their way inside. They both signed in, and Diana left her actress to mingle with the other managers and crew.

The young lady was handed a script and given the chance to review it for a minute before they would all sit down and begin the read through. That’s when she heard him. He was laughing at something, but quickly dialed it down once he got into the room. His baritone voice pierced her head, despite the low volume. She caught her manager’s eye across the room, who then proceeded to encourage her to stand up and say hi. She knew if she didn’t, Diana would come across the room and make her, so she stood up and turned to face him. He looked just as gorgeous now as back then. His blonde hair coiffed up, and his outfit was impeccable. The small gold chain hung around his neck and highlighted his chest. And her breath got caught in her throat.

“Austin.” The name came out without a second thought, and she couldn’t take it back once it was in the open. His blue eyes came to rest on her features. The wispy hairs left down framed her face beautifully. Her eyes sparkled as she took him in. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her into his arms, but he couldn’t.

“Hey.” His voice matched hers in disbelief that the other was actually in front of them. He came closer to her but stopped just a few feet short. Austin’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he tried to find his words. Her mouth operated the same as she couldn’t figure out what to say.

“Alright let’s get started.” The director called out through the room. Austin sat right next to her for the table read. It was so distracting to her. His cologne drifted into her nose; was that the same cologne she got him for his birthday? It was difficult to concentrate when the debilitating scent of musk and vanilla was in her nose. Hopefully this project wasn’t going to be too difficult.

~

“All I asked for was for you to admit that we’re together!” She screamed at the blonde man. His face was angry, but his eyes couldn’t lie about the hurt he felt.

“I’m trying to protect you, Tiffany. Do you understand what would happen if I openly admitted you were with me? I would be putting a target on your back, and I’ll be damned if you get hurt!” He threw items off the table and she flinched as they fell.

“For God’s sake, Finn,” she looked down defeated, “I don’t want to be your secret anymore. So either man up or lose me forever.” They stood there, at a standstill. Neither one breaking.

“Cut!” And they broke the scene. The director came up to the duo while props reset the scene.

“Okay, you two. You’re holding back,” the pair started to protest, “I don’t want to hear it. Reach deep down and get it together. You’re both holding back on the emotion. Let loose. I want to be crying by the end of this.” He left the pair to their own devices, and went to discuss things with the other crew.

“Are you okay? You seem a little off today.” Austin said softly as he approached her. His hand reached across to rest on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.

“I’m fine, Austin.” Her tone betrayed frustration. She knew she wasn’t giving it her all but she didn’t want to fully feel the emotions of her character. If she felt those feelings, she knew she would be transported back to that night. Austin sighed and pursed her lips.

“You can lie to anyone else in this room, except me.” She dared to look up at him. His eyes were sympathetic, and she knew he was right. She couldn’t ever lie to him. The scene was reset, their director called for a quiet set, and then it began again.

“Are you ever going to admit that I exist to your friends?” The young actress asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She leaned against the counter of the small room.

“Tiff, I already told you. This is so I can protect you.” Her co star replied. His hands ran through his styled hair, and rested his elbows on the counter. They were on opposite sides of the room. And tensions were rising.

“Why then? Why can your friends be open about who their dating but you can’t? I’m sick of being you’re little dirty secret that you come to when you need someone to screw.” She turned to face the man who was a little confused.

“Darling,” he started but she wasn’t having it.

“I’m not your darling!” She yelled, taking the man in front of her aback.

“I stopped being your darling ages ago because you couldn’t even admit to the world that we were together. You kept me hidden away, just because you were too scared about being seen with me in public. So no, don’t call me darling.” She fired off. Austin noticed immediately that she was going way off script, but she didn’t. She was so enveloped in her emotions that nothing could break her from the current scene. He softly called her name but she didn’t notice.

“And, when I bring it up to you, you just tell me that it’s not time. You want to keep it to ourselves for a little while longer. So what do I have to do Austin?!” His eyes became watery, as he listened to her pleas.

“I’m trying to look out for both of us. Do you know what would happen if the press got a hold of this? They’d turn our relationship inside out, and crawl up our asses sideways.” Austin stated back at her. He was trying desperately not to shout at her, but his volume was getting harder and harder to control.

“Do you think I care about that? Honestly, Austin,” she moved around the island to cup his face in her hands, “I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk to go get coffee. I want to kiss you when we go on drives around town. I need to be able to hold you when we both get nervous on red carpets. I want the world to know that you’re mine and I’m yours. Please, just let me have that.” She begged, tears falling down her face. Austin’s red rimmed eyes fell onto hers. His hands grabbed hers, and he pressed a kiss to her palm.

“I can’t. I don’t want them to destroy my relationship because they want to interject wherever they see fit.” His eyes fell as he tried to bury himself in her embrace. But her hands fell from his face, and she stepped away. He stayed there as he broke down into tears. He heard her walk away, and stuff being moved in the bedroom. She walked back out a moment later with her duffle bag.

“The only person who can destroy this relationship is us. The world doesn’t sleep in our bed, we do.” He finally looked up to see her ready to leave the apartment. Austin’s head started shaking as he walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her as he cried and pleaded.

“Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry, don’t go.” She felt her resolve almost break, but there was going to be no compromise on this subject. She set her bag down and took his head into her hands once again. Kisses were pressed against Austin’s head and face.

“I need to go Aus. If I don’t leave now, I’ll never leave. I love you so much, but we can’t keep this up. I love you. I need to go. You need to let me go Austin.” She had to use all of her strength to peel his hands away from her. Once she did, she picked up her bags once again, tears streaming down her face. She drove away from her love, her life, and her hope. Austin was left alone in the home they had made, with nothing except himself and his memories.

Austin couldn’t help remembering that fateful night. Her face was the same one that pleaded with him. His heart felt just as heavy as before when he couldn’t give her what she wanted because his own insecurities plagued his mind. She seemed to get a hold of herself, and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

“Excuse me. I need a break.” She ran off set, leaving Austin once again in the dust. Everyone was still trying to understand what just happened. Her manager sat next to his, and both shared a look. A look of understanding and heartache. The director called for a five minute break, and Austin dashed out of the room before the full sentence left his mouth.

He ran as fast as he could in the direction of her trailer. Austin weaved through the maze of trailers, trying desperately to find hers. Eventually, he saw her door and stopped in front. He was about to open the door when he heard ragged breathing outside the trailer. Walking around the side of the trailer, he saw a pitiful sight. She was sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up, and her arms around them. Her body shook violently as she tried to breathe.

“Breathe in. One, two, three, four. Hold. One, two, three, four. Out. Breathe out. One, two, three, four.” She felt a hand drawing circles Dow her spine, and a soothing voice helping her breathe. It took several tries, but the breathing, and the circles helped her out. She finally released her knees and sat back against the trailer.

“Thanks…” but she trailed off when she saw that it was Austin. Of course; who else would’ve known how to help her?

“Are you okay?” Austin asked, sitting down next to her. There was a little bit of distance between them, but either one could reach out to the other if they wanted. She opened her mouth and began to speak when Austin interrupted her.

“Don’t lie to me.” She immediately shut her mouth. Taking another moment to gather her thoughts, she spoke.

“Not really.” Her chuckle triggered Austin’s. It wasn’t a full laugh, but it was enough to diffuse the situation.

“Honestly, doing this film with you is messing with my head.” He looked over at her, but she stared straight ahead; afraid that if she looked over, she’d burst into tears again.

“I thought I was over you. But doing that scene, it just… It was so much like our own breakup and I didn’t know how to handle it. I told myself and Di that I could be professional with you here but I honestly don’t think I can. Because I want nothing more than to take you back, and get back all the time we’ve lost because I tried to push you to be more open about us back then.” She looked down at her hands and felt her eyes try to tear up, but they would never fall. There was a pause, and then a hand reached over and grabbed her own.

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not over you either. And it definitely isn’t your fault. I was so worried that if we went public, that the media would tear us apart and I… I- couldn’t lose you. But I did end up losing you in the end after all. Having you here, near me for long periods of time, I miss us. I miss when there was an us. You don’t know how much I wish I could go back in time and redo that night.” Her hand squeezed his, and he looked up. They locked eyes and laughed.

This wasn’t a chuckle, or even an awkward laugh. This was the kind of full bodied, stomach hurting, side stitching, doubling over kind of laughter. Tears were coming out of both of their eyes, but this time it was happy. They stopped and caught their breathes, and used their unoccupied hand to wipe the tears away. She leaned against his shoulder and felt his head come down onto hers.

“We’re a couple of idiots, aren’t we?” She asked, finally having come down from her emotional rollercoaster.

“Maybe just a bit.” He agreed and bumped his head further against hers. They stayed there for just another moment before she started to move to stand up. Austin stood up first, and helped her up. Before she could change her mind about their new found closeness, he embraced her tightly. She only nuzzled further into his chest.

“Let’s go make a movie, yeah?” A nod came out of his chest.

“Maybe let’s talk more after this scene?” Another nod. She pulled back again to look at his face.

“I’d like that Aus.” His heart swelled as he heard that nickname once again pass from her lips. He grabbed her hand and walked them back into set. Both feeling lighter, and excited about the future to come once again.

[outmodead]

➯ 𝟜 & 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃 𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓...♡︎

𝒯ℴ𝓅 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃．．．@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *deep ass breaf😂😂* 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’🤭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡^𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟!𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟()𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐧!𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐝!𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠-, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩v𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐡3𝐠𝐚𝐨, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 ✪𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭1𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧😇 ɪ ᴡ���ɴᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇɴᴛ@ɪ

“𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚...𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒..“

How you two made it up to your apartment without giving up and fucking on the stairwell is truly a mystery, but one that you can’t bother to solve now.

“Just so you know, I’m clean. But if you want-“

“I’m clean too, and birth control so we’re good”.

Covering all the bases immediately as Thomas has your dress halfway off before you even manage to open the door all the way, distracted by the heat of his firm wandering hands and mouth, you almost forget to shut it as Thomas slides his fingers between your thighs. Hissing at how you were even wetter now, he bites a spot on your neck near your pulse, soothing the sting with his hot tongue and you moan desperately.

“You’re like a dream, baby. Want you so bad”, he murmurs against your lips, looking into your lidded eyes.

You were almost alarmed at how bad you wanted him. Your blood felt like fire as the intensity of your arousal rushes it through your body. Reaching up you hold the back of his head, biting your lip at the shiver you feel run up his spine when you rake your nails across the short hairs at his nape.

“Yeah? You want me gorgeous? How do you want me?” The seductive purr of your voice turns into a gasp when you feel him start to play with your clit. Massaging the swollen bundle of nerves in firm, smooth circles, furrowing his brows as your slick drips all over his hand, forehead on yours as he moans into your open mouth.

“I want you in every way I can take you. I want you at places with me. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to echo in your head the way you echo through mines”, panting into each other’s mouths, Thomas goes faster, looking into your teary eyes that practically have hearts in them now.

You whine when he slows down, trying to cum and catch your breath long enough to tell him you do like him back and that you’d love to be his girlfriend but the slow back and forth between your wet pussy lips sends jolts of electricity through you with each swipe and it’s slowly chipping away at your restraint to not destroy him. Horny inevitably wins as you jump on him, whining at his hands gripping your ass.

“Do you want me too?” He whispers softly into your chest, breath warm against your hard nipples.

Swallowing your whimpers as Thomas rolls his body into you, the friction of the fabric threatening to finish you.

“Yes. God, yes. I want you so much it’s killing me, I’ll be your girlfriend, whatever you wan-“, cutting you off with his full lips on yours, Thomas bounces you against the hardness his clothed cock as he speeds to your room.

Dropping you on the bed, he strips as fast as his adrenaline allows; kneeling between your legs, he settles on top of you once he’s naked all before you even get a chance to see his pretty cock.

Kissing down your chest to your nipples, sucking hard on the stiff peaks and stuffing 3 of his fingers into your sloppy hole, fucking you as he curls them up. Obscenities spill from your mouth at the pleasure flushing over your body, crying out as that familiar creeping heat began to engulf your pussy.

“W-wait, I wanna make you feel good too…”

You take his fingers out and bring them to your lips, giving Thomas your best “fuck me” eyes as you take them in your mouth, sucking your juices off.

Thomas feels his cock jump when the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat as you moan around a gag before taking them out, dragging them on your tongue as they went.

You were such a sexy little tease.

Pulling back completely, he spreads your legs even wider with his hands underneath the crooks of your knees, staring down at your soaked private parts. Wetness seeping out of you and he sucks his teeth, throwing his head back as he slid his cock between your sopping wet pussy lips, closing your legs as he slid back and forth.

You moan in unison at how good it felt, his fat tip nudged your clit with every stroke and you just kept getting wetter, dripping down your ass at this point.

“Mmm! F-fuck me please~ cmon, ruin me…can’t wait anymore-!”

The kiss he gives you is mostly tongue before he spreads your legs once again, smacking your clit with his length.

“I know…I know you how bad you want my fat cock spearing your desperate hole open…”

The words sent a shock right through your body as if lightning had struck you. You cry out, trying your best to roll your hips up into his to seek out that delicious friction, but you couldn’t find it.

And then you looked down at his crotch, heart stopping when you saw the sheer size of his member. It was at least eight inches plus three-fingers thick. Your clit twitched at the sight.

“I need-“,

“You’re my shameless little thing, aren’t you?” Thomas purred, positioning his cock at your soaking entrance and licking his lips, just barely applying pressure.

You looked especially good underneath him, debauched and pretty; begging while letting him have you so eagerly.

“Breathe okay? Gonna make this pretty cunt feel so good”, was the only warning you got before you were being stuffed full of his dick. Color smeared glossed mouth dropping open in a silent scream at the sheer burn of the stretch, making you lock up as you suddenly cum. Groaning from how you suddenly tighten and coat his cock in more of your cream, Thomas looked down at you and your dazed, mascara smeared blown eyes, wet puffy lips, and can’t resist pulling his hips back, fucking you in earnest.

Railing you so good that it has you producing the most depraved sounds you didn’t even think were possible.

You were so fucking tight and so goddamn wet that he was starting to get a bit delirious as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to expose your neck, licking and sucking feverishly at the sensitivity skin while you twitched n gushed around his fat cock.

A carnal melody of mindless squeals, lustful grunts, and the wet sucking sounds of thrusting flesh echoed out through the space, letting anyone who passed your door know exactly what was going on. Blue eye roll in pleasure while your wails of ‘m gonna cum’ ‘gonna make me cum’ were music to his ears.

“That’s it. That’s my perfect sweet girl…lettin’ me have you like this. All mine, yeah?” he cooed, the grip on your waist bruising as he thrusted in and out of your swollen cunt.

Heat began to coil tightly in the pit of your stomach as you tensed and wailed for him. Goosebumps breaking out all along your arms, your legs, the back of your neck. You were close, so close to coming…

“Aah-! A-all yours!” You warble out through watery bleating moans, gasping while you creep closer to paradise.

Feeling you tighten around him sent shivers up Thomas’s spine despite the heat of the room. Your pussy was perfect, whining throatily from your slick walls choking his cock, submerging it in molten juices as you took every inch, back arching with a string of whined curses as slammed into your sopping cunt even harder. Desperately needing to cum with you.

Watching his eyes roll into the back of his head with a filthy groan, you feel him grow inside of you; ridiculously deep, the outline of his cock is visible right below your bellybutton, Thomas blindly reaches down to your swollen clit smacking it wetly in time with his thrusts and within seconds, you’re stiffening, seizing and screaming around his cock as you cum harder than you ever had before.

Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull, tongue falling out, your mind goes completely blank from your orgasm.

The wet squelches as you got so tight, Thomas couldn’t move. Gasping with a guttural moan as his own orgasm is set off by the pulsating suction of your drooling cunt. Hot cum spills into you as Thomas leans down to suck on your tongue like a pacifier while you milk his cock.

It takes a while for you two to come down. Thomas does before you, kissing over your face sweetly and running his hands all over you as he slips out, moaning at the filth of your combined fluids.

You open your eyes and even though you’re tired as fuck, you’re all smiles. Wrapping your arms around his neck to cuddle him sleepily as he grins against your lips.

Blissed out, you mumble for him to “stay the night”, yawning as you get comfortable. Ready to nap and sort out the details and perks of your new relationship later.

“I’ll stay…but you need to go pee, baby”. He whispers softly, smoothing the back of his fingers down the side of your face.

“Hmm. No thank you.”

Tightening your legs around him, you close your eyes. To you it didn’t matter since he’d more than likely cum inside you again within the next 24 hours.

“Angel, you have to go. I came inside you so-“

“I know, I was there and it felt amazing pretty boy”, Thomas blushes at that, pushing his glasses up as he tries to convince you,

“So you need to pee so you don’t get an infection. C’mon, I’ll even carry you.”

“Say please?” Cheeky.

“Normally I would…if I was asking but I’m telling you, Doll.”

“Okay okay”, tightening your arms around his neck, Thomas pushes the covers back and lifts you, making his way to your bathroom.

He feels a little nervous being so exposed after sex but good too. Euphoria buzzing through him as you hold his hand from where you’re sitting.

“Okay I can take it from here big boy. Go get comfortable, I’ll be back after I clean up a bit, I’m sure I look questionable.”

Shaking his head, you were never anything less than otherworldly to him.

“Not at all, you’re always pretty. But I’ll be here okay? I won’t leave.” He really was too sweet, reassuring you like that. You smile at him warmly, waving him down so you can kiss real quick before he turns to go.

“I’m borrowing your clothes, by the way.”

“If you and your horse can fit any of them”, laughing as he gasps and pretends to clutch his pearls.

“We’ll see about that miss missy!” Closing the door, you’re left pleasantly sore and grinning.

You liked him so much. You liked Thomas and he knew and liked you back and now you’re his girlfriend. Suppressing a squeal, you pee and clean up as fast as you can while trying to mentally recount everything that just went down.

You were dating your gorgeous nerd neighbor who has mad dick and damn why didn’t you move to New York sooner?

Washing your hands, removing the smudged parts of your eye makeup and applying some tinted lip balm, you fix your hair and go back to your room.

Thomas is standing there in his boxer briefs holding a “Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure” shirt, seemingly one of the few big enough to fit him. He looks up and curses when he sees you’re still naked. Licking his lips as you slowly walk up to him.

“Ha! I told you so…now let’s go to bed.”

Hypnotized, he drops the shirt and gets under the covers with you after turning off the light, pulling you on top of him, his arms around your waist as you get comfortable again, yawning blearily.

Turning your head up, you take off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to your bed, pressing generous kisses all over his pretty face, cooing as you go.

He was positive now that he might be falling in love.

Kissing you back just as tenderly one more time, you rest your head against his chest, eyes slipping shut with his as his deep voice resonates through the dark room,

“Goodnight Doll….I really like you.”

“Goodnight boyfriend. I really like you too.”

[outmodead]

❥𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 🎀𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣🎀𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥_𝟛 ! @eymie @eleanorbaybars @missusnora

! THIS IS LONG ! (also it is an x reader but I use my name because y/n annoys me)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐱𝐎𝐱𝐎: 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐬*𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 !! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧🤭 !! ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒．．. 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.✩🜚•．”

.. *.•’’.*.•. . *.•’’.*.•.

After you and Thomas's hangout on the roof a few nights ago, you can’t wait for him to knock on your door. When he does though, it’s not for the reason you expect but it is just as fun.

“Hiya, I know this is last minute but my father is throwing this big top circus party and I wanted to know if you would be my plus one,” he pushes the words out with a charming smile at the end, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

As if you’d ever say no to him.

“Are you asking me on a date, Thomas?“

Pushing off the doorway, you pull him in closer by his belt loop. Looking up at him through your lashes.

He swallows hard. If he looks down, its over for him. The sight of your pretty hands that close to his dick, all your softness pressed against him is making him lose focus. And why did you always smell so damn good??? Heart-rate speeding up, Thomas feels his neck heat up because please don't say his name like that but at the same time, he's elated by your immediate interest.

“Y-yeah. But it won't be a ’just us’ date because of all the people there“, You smile at him adoringly while he talks. It makes him nervous but he continues. “Still, I'd love for you to come…and with me.”

Your heart skips a beat at the shift in his tone, eyes flitting down to his lips. Seeing the want in your eyes does it as Thomas pulls you closer, one hand on your back and the other on your waist before lowering his head and kissing you sweetly.

Sighing into his mouth, you kiss him back. It doesn’t last long though before Thomas pulls away.

“Sorry, I need to stay focused.”

Wow.

Laughing, you didn’t expect that but it’s cute. He’s cute. More than cute actually.

“I distract you?” You purr running your hands up his chest, lacing them behind his neck. Thomas groans and physically has to shake himself out of it.

“Stop. I just need you to be ready when I come back to pick you up.”

Ohhh say less.

You already have a dress in mind.

“Alright sexy, I’ll be ready for you”, voice suggestive as you tease him. You know you shouldn’t but you honestly can’t help it.

Rolling his eyes, Thomas swiftly nips you under your jaw. Feeling his cock swell up at your breathy gasp.

“Behave.” He growls in your ear and you’re immediately wet, trying not to whine as the throbbing in your core starts with a vengeance.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry~”. You give in faster than you ever have because whatever he says and you two don’t have time for you to push his buttons.

Both your pupils are blown as Thomas reluctantly steps back, tension electrifying the air around you. Shaking his head, Thomas takes a deep breath because if he stays that close to you any longer with you looking, smelling, and sounding the way you did…you’d end up on hands and knees, tongue lolling out of your mouth scream crying while he wore you out.

With your body tingling, you struggle to get back on track.

“So when is the thing?”

“8.”

What?

“ITS ALREADY 6:57!” Shrieking at the time, you start pushing him in the direction of the stairs. That leaves you with only an hour to get ready.

Apparently it’s funny too, Thomas laughing while letting you push him.

“I’m going, m’going, but I’ll be back”, he yells from the end of the hall. You smack your ass and shoot him the peace sign, running back into your apartment.

Heading to your room, you resist the urge to laugh evilly because tonight? Oh you plan to show out like a Cartier watch on Thomas’s wrist.

You honestly don’t know how there aren’t girls pounding down his door but you’ll take the invitation.

And one, tight glittery indigo dress that pushes your titties up to the ceiling, prettily curled updo, peep-toe heels, full beat with plumping lip gloss, perfume and clutch later; you are ready to go.

Passing the mirror to get your phone stops you in your tracks.

You look so good you would fuck yourself.

But that pleasure of that will be all Thomas’s.

There’s a knock on your door and fighting a grin, you rush to open it.

Thomas doesn’t say anything as he takes you in. There are no words. You were already stunning but this? It was giving ‘love of his life’. The dress made it seem like you were born from heavens glow, the first and only of your kind; the true angel of night. Your hair was simply wonderful, your makeup dark and soft at the same time made you look even more hypnotizing then you normally were.

Yeah. He’s in love.

He loses the plot more the longer he stares at you. Noticing the contrast of your pink painted toes with your heels, how delicious your tits look pressed together in your glimmering dress.

He’s so gone he doesn’t even catch the look you’re giving him.

That goddamn suit needed to go. It was a wonder how all men suddenly ceased to ever exist when Thomas showed up to your door in that suit.

The dark, neat pressed inseam of the entire fit made him look taller than he already was, the white collar seemed to be daring you to smear your lipgloss all over it and him. His cologne almost had you reconsidering what kind of date this was going to be; it smelled that good. Warm, rich spiced and creamy.

He was just so fine.

You liked him bad to the point where you could stare at him for lifetimes and never tire of his face.

“Ready to go gorgeous?” Speaking up, you break the silence with your voice.

Thomas’s breath hitches at your tone. God, when you talked to him like that.

“That’s actually supposed to be my line. It’s just…you look absolutely delightful.” Suddenly it’s 10 times hotter, his eyes burning you as they slowly rake down your body.

He extends his hand and you take it, stepping out into his space as he breathes you in. “Yeah, we won’t be staying long. C’mon.” Leading you to the stairs with a hand on your naked back, ignoring your gasp.

The only time people leave a good party with free drinks and catering is to shake some sheets.

Thomas opens the door of the taxi waiting outside for you and gets in after. You don’t remember if the ride was short or long since you two were too busy eye-fucking each other the whole time.

The car eventually stops in front of a grand white building with people as dressed to the nines as you come in and out.

Getting out, you loop your arm through his while you walk in. Classical music hits your ears as you smile up at him. Already feeling dangerous.

“Let’s have some fun before we blow this popsicle stand.”

He smiles back just as deviously, to your delight. “I thought I told you to behave?” Teasing, he does fully plan to have fun..

Leaning up to his ear, “maybe I’ll need some convincing”, you whisper. Feeling him tense as you suck his earlobe before pulling away.

Taking a deep breath so he doesn’t bend you over the nearest table, he leads you through the ball, nodding at all his parents established friends.

“That’s good. I’m told I can be very persuasive.” Flicking his eyebrow up, looking down at you. Biting your lip, excitement buzzes through you, looking away from him to scan the room.

It’s dazzling. Everything sparkles from the chandeliers on the high ceilings to the light fixtures and paintings on the wall. Shiny marble floors, people serving drinks, exclusive tables and more. There’s so much to process that you can see how it would quickly become overwhelming. You feel only slightly out of place here since you’re just a bartender but it’s fine. You’re here to be Thomas’s plus one and then some and help him look even yummier while you’re at it.

“Thomas, dear! Lovely you came! Ooh, and with such a darling girl!” An older woman with short hair approaches you two with a large smile, talking excitedly.

You feel Thomas loop your arm through his tighter as he introduces you.

“Yes, I told you I’d make it. This is D.W, Doll, this is my mother, Judith Webb.” Mom. You see the resemblance.

She nods at you approvingly, pulling you down into a quick one armed hug.

“Wonderful! If you don’t mind, what does D.W stand for?” Thomas knows and tries not to grin because you told him that it was your secret villain origin story.

“Oh, I don’t mind. It’s abbreviation for my full name. Dollette Watson. My mother was born in the 60’s and my name is proof.” She laughs at that and you smile back, she seems nice enough. But then again she’d probably had a flute of champagne or two.

“It’s darling! Very pretty name indeed! It was lovely meeting you, you are much better than the other one. Thomas dear, don’t be a stranger; we are a family,” she trails off while your eyebrows shoot up and Thomas tenses beside you. The other one? Hell.

“But go, go! Enjoy the night! I hope to know you better soon, my darling girl.” And then she’s gone, mingling with the other richies. Wow. Turning to Thomas, amused as hell as you wonder aloud.

“The other one?” Thomas whines as he answers you.

“She’s talking about Mimi. She never really liked her. Said something about her felt cheap.” Well damn.

Nodding your head as he continues, “you made her laugh which is good, she already likes you since you’re beautiful, but she’s eccentric, but I’d be fine even if she didn’t like you. Because I like you.” Your heart feels warm at that as you meet him in a light kiss. Pulling away, you stare softy into each other’s eyes. Grinning and like-sick.

Through the night, you drink and mingle with the people that come up to you two but never leave his side. Noticing various eyes on you but not paying them any mind as you sparkle next to him. You seem to get along with everyone, he notices. Charming and amusing, everyone that talks to you is enamored. He’s never felt better at this kind of thing. Having you with him felt so naturally comforting, and even happier that you were having as good a time as he was. He saw the staring, heard the whispers centered around you and tried not to let the ego get into his head but it felt too good.

Yeah. You were with him.

The only hitch so far had been a very short interaction with his father. Where you had been so clipped and sharp that it made him wince. It was obvious that you didn’t like him, pulling Thomas away first to an empty table.

“What a prick. Anyways, I’m gonna go get some of the tiramisu. Want some?” Thomas smiled but shook his head.

“You’re the only sweet I’m interested in eating tonight.” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you try to fight the blushing smile. The alcohol loosening his tongue was dangerous.

Leaning across the table, you kiss him firmly, biting his lip as you pull away.

“You; are gonna get yourself in trouble, Mr. Thomas Webb.” He just licks his lips and replies lazily, “I sure hope so.” Leveling his heated gaze with yours for a second before you walk off to the desserts.

You’re deciding if you want more than tiramisu when you hear someone behind you.

“So you’re the mystery girl everyone is talking about. The one that came with Thomas, yes?”

When you turn around, you have to actively fight the lip curl of disgust.

Johanna.

You had heard a lot about the bitch tainting your air that stood before you. She was pretty, but Thomas was right. She was no you. Raising one of your perfectly done brows, you nod at her.

“Yes, I am. Funny you should think me a mystery when I for one, have never heard of you…?” You see the bitter trickle into her expression as she smiles tightly.

“Right. I’m Johanna.”

Thomas is wondering what’s taking you as he scans the room. Heart stopping as he sees you and her talking. He can’t get up fast enough, rushing to your side before there’s blood.

“Thomas, nice of you to join us. I was just conversing with your guest. Very charming, I can see how she’s caused such a stir.” He nods, beginning to sweat once he sees the look on your face.

“Naturally, though guest isn’t quite the word I’d use. Thomas and I are way past that.”

Oh boy.

“Oh? I work with his father and I don’t recall him bringing up Thomas here seeing anyone new.”

“I’m sure you do ‘work’ for the old bastard. But why would he? There’s a difference between what’s your job and what’s your business, Jocelyn.”

Oh boy.

“It’s Johanna.”

“Right. I’m usually better at names, it might be because you’re so familiar”.

Ouch.

The air is all electric as you fire off every backhanded statement that comes to mind. It’s honestly kinda hot.

“Where did you two meet?” She’s irritated, almost green as she tries to hide her disdain of you.

“We live in the same building.” You say as a matter of factly.

“Ah, so you must be very close then?”

“Of course. Exclusiveness with each other really helps with that too, Jackelope.”

Her mouth drops open at your jab and just what you’re insinuating, eyes snapping up at Thomas who is pointedly looking everywhere but there.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you two any longer then. Nice seeing you Thomas and Doll.”

Ha. Of course she already knew your name.

“We wouldn’t want that either”. Agreeing snidely as you pull Thomas along with you.

“It was the dogs bollocks meeting you John Cena!” You shout back, mocking her English accent with a cheeky smile, enjoying the angry red embarrassment on her face.

Thomas couldn’t keep it together if he tried. Incredulous laughter joining yours while you take him to the floor with the other couples to slow dance.

You loop your arms behind his head as his hands find themselves on your lower back. Skin warm as he holds you close, swaying you gently.

“I let you out of my sight for 2 minutes…” he trails off like he’s annoyed but the grin on his lips says otherwise as you giggle and shake your head.

“She started it. That’s a sneaky bitch if I ever met one. Even talks like she’s looking to start some problem.”

He hums in understanding because that’s the exact same thing he felt when he first spoke to her.

“Mhmm, but you handled it.” Leaning down to nose at your neck, giving you goosebumps, voice a low purr.

Shuddering in a breath, you let that feeling wash over you.

“Yeah?”

His touch is searing as his hands trail further down, grabbing the fat of your ass. Mouth dropping open in a needy whine.

“Yes. Looked so sexy with that attitude”. Growling against your mouth, blue eyes staring intensely into yours.

Fuck.

Looking up at him through you lashes, you pull him down to kiss wetly at his jaw up to his ear. Eyes slipping closed, biting his lip as heat slots through him with each move of your glossy mouth.

“I’m so soaked for you…kinda makes me wish I wore panties.” It takes a minute for him to realize what you said, eyes snapping open when he does.

In that same instant, he’s dragging your impishly grinning self off the dance floor. Passing everything and everyone to the most secluded area there, slamming you against the wall as he tongue kisses you so deeply that you struggle to keep up. Panting as he pulls away, dropping to his knees pushing your dress up and shit. You really weren’t wearing any panties. Kissing hotly all over your lower stomach, he loses himself.

You were so wet that slick absolutely coated your pussy lips, swollen clit peeking out of its hood, all while you dripped down your thighs. Licking it up, Thomas groaned at the taste of you.

“Jesus, doll…”

His face buried itself deep between your thighs, the pressure of his nose against you makes heat rise in your chest.

Moaning as he licks a fat stripe through your engorged pussy lips, lifting your leg over his shoulder while devours you.

One hand shoots to his hair and the other to your mouth to stop the scream from the back of your throat as he sucks your pulsing clit into his hot mouth. Humming into you, the concentrated vibrations make you choke on your gasps. Feeling so hot you can hardly stand it.

“T-Thomas, h-haah-!” Your whiny moans break off to a screech when you feel his fingers join and caress your walls; massaging upwards as he swirls his mouth in hard delicious circles. Grinding down on his face, the wet sucking sounds pushing you that much closer.

You couldn’t seem to shut up, sweating and shaking through Thomas eating you like you were the finest thing to ever grace his tastebuds. He meant it when he said the only sweet he wanted to eat tonight was you. He’d been wanting to since he first met you.

And you were better than he could’ve imagined.

Falling apart so beautifully into his mouth, his lower face smeared with your sweet slick as you humped his face. Heady cries making him so hard, it hurt. Cock pulsing with each swipe of his tongue and tug of his hair.

Your mouth drops open when he takes his fingers out only to switch with his mouth, sucking harshly at your hole. Eyes watering in pleasure, your head drops down as you moan for him.

His glasses were starting to fog up in the corners but it doesn’t matter. You’re so close, and surprisingly; so is he. Covering your cunny with his mouth again, he lightly bites your clit making you wail as he continues flicking it with his tongue before sucking the nub into his mouth again.

And that’s the final nail in the coffin.

Biting your lip, you tense. Squirting when Thomas suddenly thrusts his tongue inside you, smacking away lewdly. The feel of your cum spraying his face triggers his own orgasm, spilling into his pants, blown blue eyes rolling back while he tongue-fucks you through yours.

Gasping, you shakily pull his head back, pussydrunk cum drenched expression looking back at you has you moaning desperately at him. With one last lick, he gets up; practically falling into your mouth as you kiss his cunt soaked swollen lips. He was so fucking sexy.

“Okay we gotta go. We gotta go so I can make you cum.” Kissing all over his neck, smearing your lip color on him and not giving a damn. Thomas hisses while you suck bruise after bruise onto him, tugging his shirt out of his pants but stopping your quick working hands from dropping his pants.

“I already did. You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?” Oh. He blew one just from having your cunt in your mouth?

Suddenly he’s even hotter to you.

“Well, I want you to cum again. And I want to be the one to make you, okay sexy?” Licking up his Adam’s apple, you whisper against his lips.

“Mmmfh- yeah, let’s go.” He doesn’t bother to fix himself as he takes your hand and leads you out. Glancing at the clock as you rush through the sea of bodies, you were only there for 2 hours. Oh well, smirking to yourself.

A certain gaze catches you two and her mouth drops open in shock as she takes in your sheen and smeared lip color along with the marks and colors on Thomas, his hair messed up and clothes wrinkled.

Winking at her and smiling at everyone else who notices the state of you two, until you’re outside. The chill doing nothing to cool you as Thomas urges you in, all over you the entire ride.

You get out first and pull him inside through his undone belt. Heart pounding, he’s gonna fuck you up so good, nipping the tops of your breasts when he pulls you closer.

“Finally gonna talk you through it, so try not to cry too loud yeah? I want you to hear me when I’m fucking you stupid.”

(should I do another part of just them fucking?? bc I’m down🤷🏽‍♀️)

[outmodead]

➯Part 𝟚❣︎ of the Thomas Webb

🎀pretty shameless neighbor series🎀

@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠...”

𝒙 • 𝒙 • 𝒙 • 𝒙

Apparently that one meeting had the universe’s blessing because two days later and nonstop thinking about the tall boy with the pretty eyes named Thomas; you see him again.

It was late.

Just a couple minutes after midnight. It wasn’t that you couldn’t sleep, you just wanted to get out for a little bit. So, only dressed in a thin cami and cotton plaid short shorts you’ve had since forever, you slide on some flip flops (while ignoring their contrast with your pink nails) grab your key, lock the door and go.

You jog up the stairwell at the end of the hall, all the way up until you get to the emergency exit that leads to the roof.

Stepping outside, the cool air makes your nipples harden but it’s refreshing and you take a deep breath. Looking out at the city, you walk to the little wall and take it in.

It’s relaxing but you sigh once that feeling of missing someone or something, rushes over you. You had moved to New York honestly, to run. Back at home there always seemed to be someone who wanted something from you. Whether it was answers about your personal business, affection, more closeness than you were comfortable sharing, or compliance.

You got tired of never being able to enjoy yourself and constantly guilt tripped for keeping your privacy private, you just said fuck it and left.

And best decision you made yet. Good fucking riddance.

Your thoughts drift back to where they’ve usually been…Thomas. He was so panty droppingly gorgeous. His eyes, the way he looked at you, the way his supple lips had felt beneath your teeth, right down to how they moved when he spoke and his voice. Biting your lip, even thinking about him made both your hearts beat faster.

“Bye Doll”. Damn. You wanted him all over you to the point of madness.

Imagine your surprise when you see said boy out the corner of your eye sitting on the floor to your far opposite.

“DICK ME DOWN SIDEWAYS! FUCK!!” Clutching your chest in shock, he smiles, walking up to you.

“How long have you been there??”. It was somehow slightly embarrassing to have him there while you were thinking about him.

He’d actually been there 30 minutes before you. Thinking of things to write when the door opened and out walked you. Looking just as good as you did 2 days ago when you sent his world spinning by just existing near it.

Taking you in while you silently looked into the night. Smooth skin, the hardened buds of your chest, and cute little shorts that couldn’t quite cover the plump of your ass. You were pretty down to the Barbie pink paint on your toes. Your expression gave away everything and nothing about what was going on in your mind.

“A little over half an hour. Couldn’t sleep.” Oh. You look at him closer and his answer checks out. His hair is tousled and he’s wearing a college tee and…lord have mercy….gray sweatpants. Your breath gets stuck in your throat before you snap your eyes back up to meet his that are already looking at you knowingly.

“What about you?” He asks lowly, standing close to you while you lean back.

“Just wanted to get out. Until I got lost in thought”.

“About what?” That one takes you a second to answer before deviousness gives you an idea.

“You really wanna know, Thomas?” Making your voice a sultry purr, he feels warmth lick up the back of his neck before nodding a weak “yeah”.

“I was thinking about all kinds of things. Favorite songs this week, work, if I should make more friends or stay a lone wolf, life in New York, but more often than not; you.”

Thomas listens and tries to ignore how his heart races. He’s so taken by you that he wants to know everything. But the part where you were thinking of him? More than once? He temporarily resets.

Taking a deep breath he steps closer to you, in your space. Looking down at you with something and the energy shifts as you look at each other.

“Tell me more?” Tilting his head, voice soft. Fuck. His voice.

“For starters, I moved here by myself because life back home got too stifling. Here is more fun and being a bartender isn’t bad either”, you trail off, his gaze making you feel like y’all should be doing more than just talking before you continue,

“right now my favorite song is ‘open arms’ by Sza. I would try to make friends but I don’t have time for mean girls. Y’know the type; always coming around with bad news, say they want you to win but hope you lose. I think about you because…” pausing, you choose honesty, “you light me up. I wanna get to know you and do stuff.”

You two are so close that your chests almost touch. Looking up at him, who’s looking down at you…in your shared gazes, there’s nothing but want.

He actually needs to be his girlfriend after listening to you. He’s always considered himself and his life boring, lacking. But you don’t seem to think that about him or care if that really was the case.

It’s sweet.

Your angelic voice pulls him from his trance.

“Well? Talk to me”, slowly bringing your hand up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.

Reveling in your touch, Thomas wraps an arm around your waist. Pulling you to him, he takes in how soft you are against him, how good you smell. He inhales, the air sweetened by you and talks.

About anything. Everything.

He likes pastel green, trends aren’t his thing, he likes to write but he tutors for cash in other subjects, he likes poetry, his father doesn’t like him because he doesn’t exactly fit the aesthetic of his family, touches briefly on his sensitive mom, he dislikes unnecessarily rude people, how the internet will eventually ruin the world, that he too likes open arms by Sza but he preferred Bruno Mars and Metallica or just classical music, the old guy in the building he recently made friends with, that he’s boring, he doesn’t go out much and when he does, he’s socially awkward. And lastly…

“I think about you too. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met. I wanna hang out with you too. And do stuff.” Repeating your previous statement, he usually doesn’t talk this much but the captivated look in your eyes drive him to.

To you, it’s the way he speaks. What he talks about. The way he sees things. He’s not just skin deep, he’s present. Plus Thomas is actually not as timid as you thought he was. Oof.

You smile up at him as you two continue to chat and lose track of time. Just enjoying each other’s company.

“So why did you pick ‘wh𖦹recore’ as the name?”, he snorts out a laugh as you tell him about how you came up with the name to one of your playlists.

“Because it has most, if not all, of the slūttiest songs known to man on it. Yknow, for the culture. In-house wh𖦹res need representation too”. You sound completely serious for a few seconds before dissolving into giggles. Maybe the name was a touch absurd.

“Why? You got something against wh𖦹res?” Giggling while you tease him, he just shakes his head smiling lightly.

“Not wh𖦹res but home wreckers don’t sit right with me.” The subtle shift in his tone makes you want to smack whoever’s the cause of it.

“Oooh. Is this family related or…?- Wait-, you don’t have to tell me or even talk about if you don’t wanna.” You like him a lot so the last thing you want is to upset him by being too nosy.

Thomas furrows his brows and automatically denies it.

“No no no no no. It’s fine. I like talking to you”, tipping his head down in your direction, grins before it fades and he continues.

“Her name’s Johanna. She’s my father’s mistress.” He’s looking to the side, sounding far off and almost bitter.

“Me and Mimi saw them out together once and she was all over him. That’s how I found out. A few days later I talked to her, let her know that my father’s married, and that it’s fucked up and-“, pausing once he sees the “less-than impressed, let’s get ready to rumble” look on your face. A prettily arched eyebrow, jaw set, with the meanest glare he’s ever seen.

“And what???” Yeahhhh, you definitely did not like Johanna.

“And she said that my mom was giving my father to her because she was lacking….something? So, home wreckers aren’t a favorite.” Thomas tries to laugh that last part off but it doesn’t quite hit home.

“Look, whatever I could say, I’m not going to because I’ll curse a bitch sick from here to Peru. What does miss thing look like?” Well damn.

“A bit older than me, brown hair n eyes, little nose, about 5’6, posh brit, and….beautiful.” Amusement spreads across your face and suddenly he’s nervous again.

“Sounds beautiful. Beautifully basic. That’s a fraudulent hoe if I EVER heard of one. You and your mom deserve better from your father but that’s all I’ll say about that.” Sighing, you try not to let it irritate you too much. Still, it’s something about a manipulative woman with no respect for other’s relationships that makes you itch to put your hands on her. Hmm. Hopefully, for her sake, you don’t ever run into her.

Changing the subject, you lean back into him.

“At least I didn’t attempt to poison my uncle with mint chocolate chip ice cream”. Thomas gasps indignantly at you before picking you up and sitting you on the wall you were leaning against, smiling at your squeals.

“That was one time, smart ass”. Defending himself with a cheeky grin, he rests his hands on your waist.

You nod in mock surrender and settle into a comfortable silence before going back to playing with the short strands at the base of his neck.

He’s back to looking at you and you look right back. It’s comfortable how easy you feel with each other. The attraction.

So when Thomas slowly leans down, capturing your soft lips with his full ones, you fold immediately.

You felt it when you bit his lip before that they were soft but nothing like the full scope.

Soft like melting snow and having the same effect as they melded against yours. The warmth of your shared breaths had your heart beating hard, arousal trickling into your system at the feel of him. Gasping at Thomas, pressing harder against your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Your little sounds were driving him mad. Taking your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking lightly and letting it pop back into place, pupil’s dilating more at the throaty moans that spill from you. Moving a hairs breath back so he could look at you. Wet, swollen lips, heaving breasts, looking at him like that with your blown doe eyes. And before you know it, he’s rushing you again.

Except this time; there’s tongue and your heads move with the sheer intensity of your kiss. He licks hotly into you, almost eating your mouth out, holding you so close that you can feel his erection which only serves to make you wetter. Your whole body was like molten lava with how good you felt. Arousal lighting every nerve inside you.

But, you two can’t…not yet. And if you keep going like this, you will. So, begrudgingly, you tug sharply at the hair of his nape. Clit throbbing when he pulls away with a wet hiss, groaning.

Panting, he presses his nose against yours while you catch your breath.

“Thank god you let me kiss you,” he’s boyish as he chuckles and you smile broadly back.

“Thank god you kissed me period.” Feeling light and giddy as you rub your noses together.

“Got any plans tonight?” It’s husky and suggestive and your nipples tingle with the thought of what plans you could find yourself under.

“None actually…but I could help you unpitch your tent if you’d like?”, raising an eyebrow and making sure he follows your gaze as you look down at his crotch.

Thomas let’s out a hum before pecking your lips again.

“Tempting, Doll. But I feel like you’d be more trouble than help.” He murmurs, looking at you through lidded eyes. You nod, grinning because he’s right.

“True. Maybe later we can get up to our own kind of trouble and help each other out real nice then, hm?” He sharply inhales at that, moving his hands to settle back on your waist.

“Mhmm, I’ll hold you to that”, and this time your tiptoes up to kiss him. Sealing the deal.

“Then hold me tight.” Eyes gleaming as you smile up at him. He’s so darling, and you wish you could stay but it’s so late and you have things tomorrow so you have to say goodbye to him for now.

“Well while I don’t have plans tonight, I do unfortunately have plans tomorrow…so I’ll see you later?” Thomas throws his head back in a whine, pouting all the way as he reluctantly let’s go.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It is really late but yeah, you’ll see me. Until then, try not to miss me too much, yeah?” He’s teasing but he misses you already really. Watching as you walk back to the exit, all light amusement as you look back at him with a playful wink.

“I make no promises!”, he’s blushing at that, heart fluttering at how much he likes you. That you’ll maybe miss him too.

Waving before you open the door and disappear behind it,

“Goodnight dreamboy”.

“Goodnight, Doll.” He whispers after you,

Then you’re gone….

but your scent stays sweet on his lips.

[outmodead]

➯imagine being Thomas Webb’s pretty shameless neighbor❣︎#𝟙 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

ALSO: this is an x reader but I used my name Dollette Watson ie. Doll/D.W for short (my mom was born in the 60’s can u tell?) just because I think the constant y/n is annoying if u want me to change it lmk and I will♥︎

“𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛’ 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝑃𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖．．“

When you first moved in, you actually hadn’t seen him at all for almost 3 weeks.

Between settling in, moving your stuff together, job hunting, and being somewhat social, it wasn't until things slowed down a bit that you finally did see him and damn, did you see him.

You had just walked through your buildings door. Tired from work and the tight ass “uniform”, which was nothing more than a button up top with a tiny pinstripe skirt. Huffing in irritation you ready yourself for the trek up the stairs in goddamn heels, when you notice feet and the man attached to them blocking your way.

Raising an eyebrow, you wait a beat for him to move until you realize that he was wearing headphones.

You walk closer until the tips of your shoes are nearly kissing and watch the exact moment he snaps back to planet earth. Startling as he looks up at you.

You were suddenly grateful he had headphones on when you gasped because nothing could have prepared you for someone so attractive.

He was undeniably the finest man you have ever seen in your life, period.

Pretty cut brown hair, thoughtful baby blues behind smart framed glasses that brought attention to his high ruddy cheekbones, and god his nose. You have to blink away the graphic image of how good said nose would feel grinding against your clit before the present dull throb in your core turns into full blown pulsating.

Your efforts don’t matter because it’s game over for you once you drop your eyes to his lips. They were just so…full. Deep pink n plush, that line down the middle of his bottom lip was doing something to you.

You don’t even care if he notices you checking him out. In fact, you want him to. Because you were going to have him one way or another and have a real fun time with it too.

So, you watch his eyes flit to the hem of your shamelessly short skirt before trailing them down your legs, all the way to your heels. Enjoying the heat that his gaze alone lights in you.

Unfortunately, you are tired so playtime will have to wait.

Clearing your throat, you give him a cheeky smile, “Going up? Or are you waiting down here forever?” Tone teasing as you walk up the first two stairs to stand beside him. He watches your every move almost devotedly.

“No, I’m going up. I mean- I live here so that’s…yeah. I was just lost in thought.” His voice is deeper than you thought it’d be as he stumbles a bit through his answer and the raspiness in it makes you want to whine.

But wait.

“You live here too? Because I moved in a few weeks ago actually.” You tell him and he nods.

“Yeah? weird I’ve never seen you around the building though.” you laugh as you definitely would have remembered seeing him.

“That’s probably because you’re obviously a busy guy. Lost in thought in the middle of the stairs. Does this thought have a name?” Smiling, you prod him juuust a little, to gauge if he’s single. He smiles with you and it’s cute. Lightly shaking his head before he suddenly stands.

Fuck you upside down in a full Nelson he’s tall.

“Busy is the last thing I am. The name was Mimi. I’m just the friend that never made it to boyfriend, but I’ll get out of your way…?” He pauses as he waits for your name.

“DW. Dollette Watson. But for what it’s worth,” you hesitate before deciding to just go for it,

“I’m positive you’re the type to talk someone through it so it’s her loss entirely. Try not to sulk too much...?” You know you’re being bold. Innuendo all in your voice but he’s so hot you truly can’t help it. Thanks to his height and close proximity, you have to look up to make eye contact which is hard because of the way you’re trying not to stare at his full lips. And he smelled so good.

“Thomas, Webb. But thank you.” His voice is lower as he looks down at you with hooded eyes and the urge to devour his mouth hits you hard. But, you just walk up the steps until you can look down at him and turn to face him.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you but…if you ever want to get busy, come to 5b. I’m sure we could find something interesting to do”. You aren’t teasing this time. You mean business. Leaning in to whisper so close to his face that you can smell his chapstick. His eyes widen before they drop and you actually do whine as he bites his lip and comes closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Until next time though. Bye Thomas.” You can’t resist and lean forward to nip his bottom lip. His light throaty groan sends warmth all over your body as it tapers into a soft “fuck”.

“Bye Doll”, Thomas mutters after you pull away, briefly noticing how his ears and neck have reddened, before you start walking up to your place.

Oh, he’s going to be fun. You think, feeling his eyes on you while you walk up until you’re out of sight.

Smirking, you hope he saw your panties…and how soaked they were.

[outmodead]

glastonbury with callum | head canons

authors note: this is dedicated to my roommate saskia who was almost reduced to tears over dua’s hard launch of callum on Insta hehe hope your enjoy my lovely! this is obviously inspired by cal and dua being the cutest couple at glaston this year! started off as headcanons then basically became a mini fic oops…

summary: this is a day at a glastonbury festival with boyfriend callum

warnings: mention of alcohol and intoxication

- You spent months persuading your boyfriend Callum to join you at Glastonbury Festival this year, knowing he wasn’t fond of large public events outside of work

- However, when you framed the offer as helping ensure your safety during the weekend of partying, he agreed.

- You eagerly reserved a stay in a charming glamping tent, eagerly marking the days on your calendar in anticipation.

- Knowing Callum would be getting in late from set that day, he encouraged you to arrive early with your friends, assuring you he would join you as soon as possible.

- With your friends' assistance, you swiftly set up your belongings in the tent before eagerly diving into the festivities. Adorned in your thoughtfully chosen casual yet chic ensemble and your beloved wellies, you and your best friend hurried toward the stage to catch the first act.

- Time seemed to slip away as you danced in the crowd, savoring your favorite beverage and gradually feeling the effects.

- You were snapped out of your reverie by a text from Callum:

On my way now sweetheart, hope you're not too far gone x.

- The message made you chuckle, but it also served as a gentle reminder to pace yourself.

- As the sun started to set, concern crept in about finding Callum in the growing crowd. Just then, familiar voice put your worries to rest.

- You turn to find your boyfriend standing behind you, looking incredibly handsome in his all-black ensemble. Without hesitation, you leap into his embrace, squealing as he lifts you off the ground, his hands securely around your waist. After sharing a firm kiss, you murmur how much you've missed him as he gently sets you down. Sensing your slight stumble upon landing, he suggests it might be time for some food—a suggestion you eagerly agree with.

- You sit huddled together on a table as you eat, and catch eachother up on your days. He giggles as you account every celebrity you had seen and subsequently fan girled after. Callum notices that you have began to shiver, swiftly pulling you onto his lap wrapping you in his warmth.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing this?” He chuckles as his fingers brush the hem of your mini skirt. “It’s not very practical”.

“I was thinking that I looked quite fit in it.” You retort, your speech still slightly slurred.

“Exactly right.” He corrects, before removing his jacket and wrapping it around your frame.

- The crowd at the main stage only gets bigger as the the final acts of the night approach instead of pushing your way through the crowd you and Callum choose hang at the back where you have plenty of space to dance.

- He frequently lifts you onto his shoulders to get a better view of the artists, even though you insist it isn't necessary.

- At some points he twirls you around as if you are lovers in a old movie. At others he holds you from behind rocking you gently to the tune of the music.

- When you’re sure no one is watching you place a firm kiss to his lips, which he leans into, dipping you backwards causing you to break away in giggles.

- As the final act begins their final song, Callum notices you stifling a yawn and suggests that you two beat the crowd back to the tents. You, being too tired to argue, agree.

- Hand in hand, you stroll together, passionately debating your favorite acts of the night—there was never a shortage of conversation when you were together.

- When you finally reach the tent, utterly exhausted, you collapse onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows. Callum chuckles at your dramatics and gently assists you out of your outfit (including his jacket), then helps remove the remnants of your makeup.

- He pours your a glass of water and leaves it by your bedside.

- As you battle to stay awake, wanting to convey your deep love and appreciation for him, you rest your head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart soothes you into slumber, while he tenderly strokes your hair and presses soft kisses to your forehead.

[outmodead]

Austin Butler as Major Gale 'Buck' Cleven MASTERS OF THE AIR 1.04