#I must keep my tongue in check. And calm the fuck down.

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers (Wyll fans stumbling across egregious misinterpretations of his character)

[buckyalpine]

40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

-

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

-

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

-

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

[joelscruff]

a kindness you can't afford (joel miller x f!reader) 18+

kofi | a/n this is a sequel to my fic 'to freeze or to thaw', it's mainly just a lot of filth cause that's all my brain can handle at the moment lmao. pls be sure to check the warnings before reading & i hope you enjoy 💕 also shoutout to the incredible @toxicanonymity whose joel/reader/tommy fics inspired me to get tommy involved here. would highly recommend her fics stuffing & sweet little mess for a similar vibe. summary: there are no limits to how or when joel plays with his special girl. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: dark!joel, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, big unspecified age gap (reader is of legal age), unprotected p in v sex, creampies, free use, somnophilia, cockwarming, squirting, light pussy slapping, size kink (joel's dick is huge), tummy bulge, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names (use of 'little one'), finger sucking, exhibitionism, mentions of pregnancy (but no risk), lil bit of tommy x reader teasing 👀(if you don't like tommy x reader then you prob won't like this) word count: 4.1k

He's so kind.

You've never known kindness like this before; never known the soothing whispers and gentle praises, the calming touches, the satisfying taste of homemade soup on your tongue, the comfort of a roaring fire, made just for you. You've never known the warm embrace of a much older man, the strong arms and solid chest, greying hair and sharp scruff, soft belly and thick cock. You'd spent most of your life in a frightening QZ, the past few years in a cold and unforgiving forest, and now - the warm safety of a cabin.

Woken by the gentle caress of two fingers against your forehead, pushing your hair back gently, a kiss to your bare shoulder, the heat of his solid form behind you, and the press of his hot tip to your soft opening. He doesn't ask, but he doesn't need to.

He pushes inside and you hum sleepily, drifting in and out a little as he feeds you the rest of his cock in one slow movement. Your eyes flutter but you keep them closed, nuzzling against the fluff of your pillow as he pulls you in and presses his body to yours, the hair along his torso tickling the sensitive skin of your back as the throbbing tip of his cock kisses that special spot in your tummy. He's so big inside you, taking up so much space in your body that it's mind numbing.

"Go back to sleep," he murmurs, pulling more hair away from your face and trailing his fingers along your cheek soothingly. His big cock twitches inside you, but he doesn't move, stays still as he waits for you to drift back into unconsciousness.

And you do. But not for long.

You're woken what you're sure must only be a few moments later to the feeling of his cock throbbing within the furthest parts of you, pulsing thick spurts of cum deep inside your body as he holds you tight and groans raggedly in your ear. His fingers are suddenly working furiously against your clit, circling and rubbing and pressing and making you cry out sleepily into the dark cabin. With barely any awareness, you feel the hot coil in your lower belly snap - and you're gushing. You feel him tug his cock out of you at just the right moment, just as a steady stream of liquid makes it's way past your freshly fucked hole, and you squeal.

"Shhh, baby," he soothes, but you can hear the smile in his voice as he watches your juices stain the dark wooden floorboards, watches it drip down into the blankets and soak the cotton, "Shh, I know, I know."

You whimper and squeeze your fists together, releasing another stream of liquid as your eyes roll back. An unintelligible string of words slip past your lips, slurred and broken, almost like you're speaking another language. He pulls you in and hushes you again, presses a finger to your lips as you convulse beside him in the bed.

"That's enough now," he murmurs softly, kissing your cheek and still rubbing your clit, pushing for more, "That's enough, little one. Go back to sleep."

He says this to you as if you can even control your sounds, your movements, as if your pussy continuing to gush isn't a result of his own actions, but he already knows this. He enjoys it, likes watching you fight to regain proper consciousness again after you squirt, likes watching you try to stop it from happening. And god, does he love to make it happen.

"Can't, daddy," you mumble, voice thick with sleep and pleasure, brows furrowed as you open your eyes to look down and see where he's still circling, "Can't stop wh-when you rub it like that."

You feel him press a kiss to your ear, watch him pull his fingers back from your pussy and slap them down lightly, then again, then twice more in succession. Another small gush of liquid spurts from your hole after the fourth slap, and he chuckles.

"Sleep," he whispers, slowing his movements, "I'll stop now, promise."

So you do, and he does - not before slipping his wet fingers past your lips for you to gently suck as you drift. You vaguely hear him murmur Daddy's perfect girl before you're lost to the world again.

You dream of him, as you always do.

--

He learned very early on that you could squirt. It wasn't even something you were aware of yourself - how could you be? It's not like you'd had many sexual encounters before this, none of them ever worthwhile anyway, and you'd never had it happen to you on your own either. But it's somehow easy for Joel to make it happen, once he knows he can, so easy that now it's one of his favorite things to do when he plays with you.

The first time, you'd been more than surprised - and very confused. You'd been spread out naked between Joel's clothed legs, back against his chest while four of his thick fingers pumped deep inside of you, thumb tapping your clit. He'd crooked them, curved his fingertips in the slightest way - and suddenly there had been a gush of heat, a heavy stream of release. You'd thought you'd done something else, something that had your cheeks warming and embarrassment flooding through your body as you twitched and cried in his arms. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was an accident.

He'd hushed you softly, kissed your lips tenderly and explained to you what it actually was.

"You're such a good girl," he'd praised, carefully easing your head into his lap and threading his fingers through your hair, eyes peering down at where your legs lay open, pussy still dripping, "Such a good girl with the sweetest little pussy, baby. Squirtin' just for me, just for her daddy, huh?"

You'd closed your eyes and let him hold you, soothe you, relax you. I know, little one. Did such a good job. M'so prouda you. Then he'd unzipped his jeans and fed his heavy cock into your mouth, let you suck on his leaking tip quietly for a few moments before he came down your throat with a long sigh, still stroking your hair. After you'd swallowed every drop, opened your mouth wide and showed him your clean tongue, he'd bundled you up and disappeared from the tent to make you dinner, off to fulfill that never-ending kindness and care he'd promised from the beginning. It had only been about a week since that first night where he'd first come into your tent, and you were already settling into the role of his special girl and doing it quite happily.

He'd made you squirt again later that night, had you shaking in his arms and gushing around his cock and close to tears, not because you were afraid or in pain but because it just felt so good. A relief, a release, a moment of bliss, all because of him. Your pussy had pushed his cock out of you with the pressure of your release, and you'd fallen back against him, sleepy and sated.

"Daddy," you'd whined, overstimulated and exhausted as he'd slipped his dick back inside your dripping heat, "Daddy, m'gonna fall asleep."

"That's okay, baby," he'd whispered, fucking into you slow with no plans of stopping, cock bulging in your trembling belly, "You can go to sleep."

You'd woken again a little later, warm in his arms, globs of cum drooling from your opening. You'd whimpered softly, reached down and touched where you were leaking, and - without even really thinking about it - gathered what he'd left there and pushed it back inside yourself before drifting back to sleep, safe against his chest.

--

The cabin you reside in is only temporary, though you wish you could stay longer. The group came across it in the early hours of yesterday morning, and you've spent most of that time naked in one of its four beds, sleepy and content among the warm sheets. It's been so long since you felt the comfort of a real bed, a soft mattress and thick blankets, and from the moment you passed the threshold Joel was adamant that you spend as much time in it as possible.

He's so kind.

He's been planning something with the others, an upcoming raid, a plan of attack, but you don't pay much attention to those things. When it all goes down, Joel has assured you that you won't be anywhere near the carnage, still safe and warm in the cabin until his return.

"Need you safe, little one," he'd told you softly last night, fingers scratching soothingly across your bare back, "Can't have anythin' happenin' to you." He'd kissed you tenderly, whiskers tickling your lips and making you giggle. "You'll stay here with Tommy, he'll take care o' you."

"Tommy?" you'd asked curiously, unsure which member of the group he was referring to.

"My number two." He'd brushed his nose against yours, touching his index finger to your bottom lip and tugging gently, "Don't worry, baby. I trust him."

"Okay, Daddy."

You can hear his muffled voice now through the door of your room, though you can't make out what he's saying. He's addressing the group, going over plans, but you're sleepy and have been in and out of consciousness for most of the afternoon, lost in the comfort of your warm bed. It's only when you hear someone say the girl, that your ears prick up, brows furrowing as soon as you realize they're talking about you.

Only seconds later there's a light tap on your door and you sit up in bed, gathering the sheets around yourself as it opens. You peer wide eyed at one of the other men of the group, standing there with a hand on his hip and his head tilted charmingly to the side. He's very handsome, dark haired and mustached and from what you've seen, always pretty well put together. You think this one is Tommy, the number two, but you're still not entirely sure.

"Your daddy needs you, sweetheart," he says calmly, though his eyes tell a different story - he looks at you hungrily, like they all do, gaze going glassy and dark. "He asked me to help you get dressed."

"Oh," you whisper, nodding slowly, "Okay." Knowing it's what Joel wants, you let the sheets drop, and now the man you think is Tommy can see that you're completely naked on the bed, exposed and soft. It's nothing new or alarming - Joel has not been discreet when it comes to your relationship, and you're no stranger to the men taking peeks at you, peering inside your tent when Joel's not there, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as you pretend to be asleep.

You watch as this man's eyes fall to your pussy, and you can't explain why it throbs beneath his gaze.

"He just wants you in a dress," he murmurs, leaning down and assessing the few garments folded near the bed that make up your incredibly simple wardrobe; two dresses, two shirts, one pair of jeans. He picks the warmer dress, the blue one with long sleeves, which you greatly appreciate; the cabin may be warm, but it's still the middle of winter.

He approaches the bed with a smile, unfolding the dress.

"Arms up, sweetheart," he says softly, and you obey. You wait for him to help guide your arms and head through but he doesn't, instead opting to stand there for a moment just looking at you. His eyes are glued to your breasts, smile still curving his lips as he reaches out and very gently strokes the side of one with his knuckle. You shiver.

"You're so pretty, honey," he murmurs, trailing his finger up and down slowly, just shy of your nipple, "You know that?"

You nod slowly, eyes hooded and arms still extended, "I- I think so."

His thumb finds your nipple and rubs it gently, bringing it to life under his fingertips. "Your daddy's been takin' real good care of ya, hasn't he?" he asks quietly, circling the hardening nub, "In a lotta ways."

You nod again, aware of a slow trickle of warmth beginning to pool between your legs, and unsure whether what's happening right now is something Joel would want. "Y-yeah."

"Heard him fuckin' you to sleep last night," he breathes, and the words send another throb to your pussy, "He was all up in your guts, wasn't he?" His hand suddenly moves from your breast to your bare tummy, and he palms the soft skin there delicately, "Right here?" You nod again and he smiles.

"You make the prettiest little sounds when you're gettin' fucked like that, babygirl."

His praises send tingles up and down your spine like Joel's do, as well as a blooming warmth to your cheeks. "Thank you," you whisper, unsure what else to say to such a statement.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." As he says it, the fingers on your stomach trail downward a little bit to rest on your mound. He strokes the skin there gently, thumb dipping low to brush against your outer lips. "Soft little pussy," he murmurs, smiling kindly at you again, "You like havin' this all filled up, honey?"

You nod again, still unsure the point of his questioning, of his touches, but also not really wanting him to stop. A quiet whimper slips past your lips when you feel the tip of his thumb lightly brush past your clit and prod very gently against your hole. There's no way he doesn't feel the sudden wetness there, the slow drip of stickiness and the warmth of your arousal, as well the faint remnants of Joel's cum still leaking from where he'd fucked you a few hours ago - he hums quietly, unsurprised.

"Yeah, you like bein' full," he breathes, that dark glint returning to his gaze as his thumb just barely pushes inside, "Y'like bein' used."

It's not a question, but you nod anyway.

He suddenly removes his hand from your pussy and finally helps you with your dress, pulling it down over your arms and shoulders and helping you stand on wobbly legs. With another kind smile, he brings his hand up and gently brushes your cheek.

"So pretty, babygirl" he repeats quietly, "Like a little angel, ain't ya?" He suddenly presses his thumb gently against your mouth, lightly prodding for entrance, and without much thought you allow him to slip it inside; it tastes like your arousal. Eyes sleepy and pussy throbbing, you suck on his thumb obediently, as if it's just second nature to do so.

"Christ," he mutters, watching your lips as you suckle around his thick thumb, "Now that's a good girl."

"Tommy!" Joel's voice from the other room suddenly shouts, and the man who you now know for sure to be Tommy - the man who Joel is planning on leaving you with during the raid - quickly pulls his thumb from your wet mouth.

"Come on, sweetheart," he says, smiling crookedly, "Let's go see what your daddy wants."

--

There are five other men in Joel's group, from what you've gathered, including Tommy. Four of whom currently stand in a half circle in the front room of the cabin, arms crossed, boots tapping, attention directed at Joel who sits in a dusty armchair in the corner of the room. They all turn to look at you when the bedroom door opens, and watch with those familiar glazed expressions as Tommy brings you to their leader.

Joel's serious expression grows soft when he sees you, a small smile gracing his lined face. He peers at you, crooks his fingers. Without needing to be asked, Tommy carefully hoists you up into Joel's lap. His thumbs linger for a moment on your waist, a small stroke so quick you're not sure Joel notices - you're not sure you want him to - and then he's pulling away to stand beside the chair, asserting the role of number two.

It only takes a few seconds for you to realize that Joel's cock is out, hidden beneath the thick cotton of his jacket, out of sight. With no hesitation you wrap your arms around his neck and open your legs, laying your face against his shoulder and sighing contentedly when you feel his tip notch at your wet entrance. Not fully hard yet, he pushes inside carefully, subtly, and you ease yourself down just as quietly to sheathe him inside of you. You close your eyes and nuzzle into the warmth of his coat, already feeling the soft weight of him begin to stiffen.

You've done this before. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed, in over his head, needing to be grounded, he likes to have you sit on it. The first time it happened you weren't sure how to feel, self conscious with the other members of the group staring and knowing that you were full of him, soft whimpers escaping your mouth with every small movement or jostle. It's okay, little one, Joel had whispered, barely audible, you just focus on me.

Now, it's second nature. You can feel their eyes on your back and you know they can tell what's happening beneath Joel's coat. But now you find that you don't really care.

He starts talking then, continues whatever it was he was discussing before you left the bedroom. It becomes white noise almost immediately, your eyelashes fluttering as you bury your face further into his shoulder and focus on the feeling of his thick cock growing large inside of you. You love the way it stretches you, pushes, begins to prod up and against your cervix. It pulses and twitches within your walls and you squeeze down on him tighter, mewling a little without really meaning to.

At your noise you suddenly hear a soft chuckle from directly beside the armchair. You open your eyes halfway, looking up sleepily at Tommy who's still standing to your left. He smiles at you like he did before, a twinkle in his eye, and then winks. He obviously knows what's going on - standing so close, there's no way he didn't see you settle onto Joel's cock.

You peer back at him, blinking your eyes slowly and tightening your arms around Joel's neck. He tilts his head, and you suddenly let a smile turn up the corners of your lips. Look Tommy, you almost want to whisper, he's all up in my guts, like you said. You're not sure why you feel so unbothered under Tommy's gaze, why you don't yearn for him to look away like the others and for him to pretend it's not happening. There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can't explain, that you don't want to explain.

You stay settled like that on Joel's cock for about fifteen minutes, letting the deep voices of the men around you fade into the background. You close your eyes again but you can still feel Tommy's eyes on you, watching, assessing. Every now and then Joel carefully adjusts you, driving himself a little deeper each time, sending tiny bursts of pleasure throughout your body as your pussy leaks around the intrusion. If Tommy were to lift you up again you know there'd be a dark spot at the front of your dress, a trail of slick on Joel's coat.

One particular adjustment moves the edge of the lining of Joel's coat between your folds, coming to rub against your clit, and without any warning you feel yourself start to come. Your soft cry interrupts the voices of the group, a hush of silence suddenly blanketing the room as you tighten around Joel's cock and gush around him, shaking in his embrace. His arms come up to hold you close, rubbing your back soothingly.

You look up at Tommy again and find that his eyes are hooded as he watches you, lips parted and brow furrowed with what can only be arousal as he watches you fall apart on another man's cock.

"Christ," you hear one of the men murmur, and you feel heat flush your cheeks and ears, the self consciousness returning in full swing as you come down from your orgasm, burying your face in Joel's coat once again.

"Not a fuckin' word, Perry" Joel states, voice firm.

The conversation continues like nothing happened, and you try to let the sudden embarrassment you feel dissipate as much as possible despite still being impaled on Joel's length. You nuzzle against the warmth of his neck, sighing and trying to get your breathing back to normal. Your cunt continues to spasm around him in small twitches, aftershocks, soft whimpers still falling from your lips unconsciously. It doesn't take long for the sounds and sensations to set him off, and there's another lull in the discussion as Joel tenses underneath you and starts to come.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you hear the same voice from before mutter, but his commentary is suddenly lost beneath a soft groan from Joel as his cock twitches inside you. It pulses warmly, thick bursts of cum painting your insides. You gasp softly and squeeze your thighs against his, letting him fill you up in slow and steady spurts, claiming you. Daddy's special girl.

There's a moment of silence, a deep sigh from Joel, and you wait with the rest of the group for him to speak.

"You wanna say that again?" he finally says, voice gruffer this time but stern and serious, as if he didn't just come inside you in front of a room full of his men, "Huh, Perry? You wanna fuckin' say that again?"

Another beat of silence. Then-

"I'm just sayin'," the man named Perry grumbles somewhere behind you, "Aren't you worried you're gonna get her pregnant? I mean, Jesus Christ, Joel, we don't need another fuckin' mouth to feed."

The words send a shockwave through your body, eyes widening.

"And where the fuck do you get off tellin' me what I can and can't do?" Joel asks angrily. His body has gone stiff beneath you but you think you've gone equally as stiff against him, Perry's words suddenly circling over and over again throughout your mind.

Pregnant? Could you be pregnant?

"I don't know if y'all remember," Joel says coldly, "but back in my day there was a little thing called a fuckin' vasectomy. Need me to explain it?"

"Oh, fuck off, Miller."

You suddenly find yourself peering upwards again at Tommy, eyes still wide as Joel and Perry start to have a go at each other. He looks at you once, brows scrunching together when he sees the sudden look of shock in your expression, the confusion, the fear.

"We've all been thinkin' it," Perry is saying, voice slightly shaky in his anger, "It's a valid fuckin' concern."

"Well now it ain't a concern at all," Tommy suddenly jumps in, hands clenching into fists at his sides, "She ain't gettin' pregnant, he's shootin' blanks."

His protectiveness sends another confusing feeling of warmth to that pit in your stomach. Your heart is pounding as you continue to peer up at him, eyes still wide, and he shoots you a soft look of reassurance before turning his attention back to Joel.

"Don't know why you had to have her in the fuckin' first place," Perry spits, "She's just some fuckin' girl. And now we gotta stand around and watch you fuck her all the time? It's fuckin' sick."

Joel stands suddenly, almost like he's forgotten you're sitting in his lap, jostling you to the side as his cock slips out of you. You take a step backwards, finding yourself bumping into Tommy's solid form as Joel zips up his jeans and tilts his head from side to side, bones cracking loudly in the tense room. You can finally see this Perry now, a much younger man with dark hair, standing a few feet away. He's thin, almost gaunt looking.

Joel could kill him so easily if he wanted to.

But he doesn't. Instead, he reaches down and takes your hand, pulls you away from the group and back toward the cabin bedroom. He mutters something under his breath to Tommy in passing, something you can't make out, and as he ushers you inside the room you hear the heavy shuffling of boots as the men are lead back out into the snow.

--

He explains to you what a vasectomy is.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Wrapped up in warm bedsheets again, you close your eyes and nuzzle against his chest, letting his large form crowd and comfort you, his arms firm around your waist. You can feel his cum starting to drip from you under your dress, making a mess of your thighs.

"I don't like the way he talked to you, daddy," you whisper like it's a secret, voice hushed and muffled against his coat, "I didn't like it at all."

He sighs, pulls you in closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll take care of it, little one," he murmurs softly, a sense of finality in his quiet words, "Don't you worry your pretty little head."

He's so kind.

[umnitsa]

Still a dirty old man

Summary: Joel is on his seventies, but he still has needs. Well, we all have needs.

A/N: Ok, so. Look, I'm gonna be honest: life kicked my ass, I just got into college (again eeee), god knows how this is gonna go, but here, I heard you all: I wanted more and there is more. I can't help myself, I want this man in dirty, horrible ways. Thanks @romanarose, for the pair of eyes and as always, thanks for everyone who asked for more and cheered me with this. Really, I can't thank you enough.

(I must admit that I don't know if I'll ever continue this, specially with the way life is going now. Although part of me wants to get to three thousand sex scenes, I need to be honest: not even I know if this will continue. Don't wanna give y'all false promises.)

Pairing: No outbreak old man!Joel x Reader

CW: Joel being bold, me trying dirty talk and failing miserably, a handjob, very much predator/prey dynamics

No beta, we die like lonely writers xD

Joel behaved as if nothing happened, and so did you.

Things were somewhat tense though. Not for Joel, no. The man just smirked everytime he saw you then lowered his head and chuckled, as if he knew something you didn’t know.

You had to admit it bothered you.

Cocky bastard.

You moved into the kitchen, needing some water. You could hear the faint sounds of tv in the living room, so Joel was sitting down on his recliner, watching some late night sports.

You wondered if Joel would want a snack before sleep, as you filled your cup distractedly. You took a drink, considering the options in the fridge, when a loud cheering sound comes from the living room. You startled, the glass shatters on the floor with a loud noise and your yelp.

“What happened?” Joel yelled from the living room, concern clear in his voice.

“I just dropped a glass, Joel! You don’t need to worry, I’m gonna clean it.” You said, getting on your knees carefully. You placed your hands on the floor and lowered your face to see better. Glass was tricky to see.

You checked the floor, picking the pieces of glass and piling them together; you thought of getting a bag, or some paper to wrap them on after making sure all the glass was retrieved.

“Mmmm…” you heard, and you turned your head back. Joel was at the kitchen door, looking down intensely at your ass. “Such a heavenly view… Makes me wanna get on my knees… Worship your asshole and your pretty pussy with my tongue.” Joel licked his lips and you blushed.

“Joel!” You said, sternly.

“What?” He asked, no shame whatsoever.

“Come on.” You complained, picking the rest of the shattered glass as quickly as you could. As you move angrily you felt a sharp sting of pain. “Fuck!”

Joel quickly wobbled by your side and watched your bleeding finger.

“Here, honey… Leave it. We can clean it later.” He offered you his broad hand, suddenly overflowing with gentleness. “Lemme see your hand.”

You stood up, mesmerized by his eyes, and show you his hand. He held it between his calloused, big, bony ones and slowly leaned to suckle on the tip of your finger.

You were so mesmerized by his deep brown eyes focused on yours, glinting with mischief, that you only realize what he is doing with the first gentle swipe of his tongue against your skin. He gently swirled his tongue around your fingertip, suckling softly; he was showing you what he can do with your clit.

He smirked when you moaned, still holding your wrist with one hand, the other moving down out of your sight.

Joel sighed deeply, in relief, and you realized he opened his pants and took his cock out. He massaged the shaft slowly and you could only watch, dumbrounded, your mouth half open.

“He always wakes up for you, honey.” Joel chuckled. “I thought we were retired, but there he is. Since you came into the house my pants got way too tight. I keep thinking of making you my three-hole-wonder, honey.” He licked his lips and smirked. “Maybe you should give him a little kiss, at least to calm him down.”

The old man looked down, pouting and doe eyed, then back to your face. You found it hard to resist him, when he looked at you like that.

“We can’t do this, Joel.” You swallowed your saliva, considering his cock. It was long, and thick, from tip to base, the head an angry purple that made you want to suck on it. You considered the pain and the stretch he would give you, and the more you thought, the more you wanted to just give in. “I’m supposed to care for your needs.” You said, distractedly.

Your mouth watered and you licked your lips.

“We are both adults.” His eyebrows raised, and he cocked his head. “This is clearly a need. And only you can care for this one.” He smirked again, proudly. His hand kept moving, in this slow, hypnotizing pace.

“So you don’t do this to the day nurse?” You scoffed.

“She’s not my type.” Joel shrugged, a playful expression in his eyes. “Way too young and way too thin.” After a moment of silence, Joel steps forward and holds your hand. He watched your reactions carefully, sliding his calloused thumb over the back of your hand.

You didn’t move.

Joel raised your hand to his face and spit on your palm. You jumped, startled; another chuckle came from him, filling the space between you. Gently, he wrapped your hand around his cock. His big, bony fingers engulfed yours, guiding you into his rhythm.

His cock felt a bit soft at first, but it still got bigger and harder in your hand.

“Mmmmm… Haven’t felt this good in decades.” He muttered, his voice low, eyes closed.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered, more a reminder to yourself than a refusal.

“Not standing in the kitchen, we shouldn’t.” Joel growled. “But you didn’t give me much choice… You keep running, bunny. I’d rather taste you, but I take what I can get.”

“I… I…” You lost your words as you look into his eyes. He watched you intensely, his eyes locked into yours. You felt like he was drinking every single one of your reactions, a hawk-eyed creature looming over you, ready to devour you whole.

“Give in, honey.” His voice was gentle, soft, in contrast with the hunger in his expression. “It will make our nights much more fun.”

You whined, leaning forward, your eyes closed. You felt Joel’s lips against yours, one big hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer. He growled into the kiss. Your whole body tensed; you squeeze him, the meaning of what you’re doing suddenly very real.

Joel’s fingers clenched, tugging on your hair tightly. Your head moved back; you gasped as Joel’s slips slid down your jaw, towards your ear.

“Wanna run, bunny?” He whispered, his voice suddenly soft. “Don’t run. Just wanna ruin you a little bit.”

His hand squeezed yours; you followed his move, squeezing his cock. Joel moaned, cock twitching in your hand. He moaned loudly, hips thrusting forward. Grunting, he came; some of it transferring to your hand, some splashing against your thigh.

Joel stepped back, releasing you, a smug satisfied smile on his lips.

“See? Just a little bit.” He chuckled, pulling himself into his pants.

“Joel, we shouldn’t…”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to keep trying, you would have told me. Or Sarah.” Joel huffed, interrupting you impatiently. “She would have killed me by now.”

“How do you know… You could lie to her and she would believe you.”

“I raised her right. And hell if she doesn’t know exactly the kind of man I am.” Joel chuckled, looking at you with a warm, appreciative smile. He shrugged. “You keep saying we shouldn’t, we can’t… You just don’t say we won’t.”

You bristled, puffing your chest and placing your hands on your hips, glaring at him. Your mouth half open, a thousand million tiny things you could say bubble in your throat.

“Go on. Just say: Joel, I won’t play this game with you. Stop right now.” Joel stood in front of you, watching your expression carefully.

The silence extended between you both.

You considered saying it, but you knew it would not be true. Deep inside you wanted him to hunt and ruin you. His smile broadened slowly, as the silent seconds went by. You blushed, lowering your head. You shook it gently.

“That’s what I thought.” He stepped closer to you, even his voice smug. “It’s ok, honey.” Joel caressed your hair, burying his fingers into the strands. He pulled your hair, making you look at him. “Nothing wrong with wanting this.”

Joel kissed you, hungry, impatient, devouring.

Then he left, informing you he would have an early night with a wink.

[sunwoowrites]

Dense.

Y/n x Bang Chan

Fem!reader

angst.

TW- mention of food.

part 2

"Chris" you called out for the hundred time opening the door to the bedroom. "can you please come and eat dinner, you've been at it for hours on end." He groaned and turned his swivel chair round to look at you. His face scrunched in annoyance and his fingers massaging his temples.

"I. said. that. I'm. not. hungry. y/n." he said as if it were the worst thing to reply to you. "Chris, you have to eat, how many times must I tell you that. You need food in your system. What you're doing, its unhealthy." He removed his headphones chucking them onto his table causing you to flinch.

"Exactly y/n." He said losing every ounce of patience. "How many fucking times are you going to tell me that. If you told me before and I gave you an answer couldn't you just take a hint goddammit. It's like you're so fucking dense nothing gets through that thick skull of yours. Y/n. Do you have to be up my ass the entire day I'm at home?....and you wonder why I'm at the studio so often. "

He huffed out the last bit but you heard him loud and clear. His words were like daggers to your heart. Your grip on the door handle loosened and you stepped back. Without thinking you shut the room door, grabbing your purse and your keys. You looked at the dinner table that you had set hours ealier for dinner. Now cold. You sighed. "I'll get out of your ass. You dickhead." you mumbled leaving your shared apartment, your heart heavy as tears threatened to fall. A lump in your throat and a heavy weight on your heart.

Hours later Chris sighed, standing up to make a cup of coffee. He opened the room door. The apartment filled with silence. Chris frowned. He walked to the kitchen, stopping when he saw the table. Food set out neatly into plates. His favourite home cooked meal. Cold. He looked around the lounge. Where did you go? Keys gone. Coat gone. He immediately went to check the bathroom. Then the spare bedroom. Gone.

Panic began to rise in him. He looked at the clock. 2:55 am. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing his phone repeatedly calling you. His hands shook. No. no. no. Surely you didn't take him that seriously. Right? He inhaled and exhaled trying to stay calm. She'll be fine. She's going to be okay. Everything's okay Chris.

He was scared. He didn't mean it. He really didn't mean it. Your presence didn't annoy him. In fact without you there he wouldn't be able to function really. Yes he stays at the studio for long periods of time. But the pictures of you that he stuck to his computer is what comforts him. When he has too much work to do and when he feels like his drowning. The spare bottle of perfume, your perfume that he keeps in his backpack. The scent that reminds him of you, thats what keeps him grounded.

He sniffled. What if you didn't come back. And it was all his fault. He couldn't hold his tongue. He just had to ruin everything. I hurt her. "The number you have dailed is not available please try-" He groaned. "Please please please" He chanted as he texted you. "I'm so sorry." He cried.

The door opened and you walked in, throwing your keys in the dish. You sighed. Chris ran out of the room and pulled you into a hug. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He cried. You pushed yourself out of his hold. "The fuck Chris." He flinched and sniffled. "I'm so so so fucking sorry." You sighed. "As you should be." You mumbled walking to your bedroom. "Y/n please can we talk." You paused turning around. "Please give me space. We can talk in the morning. I don't wanna see you right now." Your throat tightened and you bit your lip holding in your tears.

You walked into the room closing the door behind you. Chris sat down at the table, shoulders slumped and tasted some of the food. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Its delicious. He choked out a sob. Sniffling and eating quietly. I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise I'll be better. I need to be better. I need to be better for her. I can't lose you y/n.

[lolitastories]

I’ve Seen Prettier Blues

Pt.2

Thomas Shelby

I wasn’t going to tell my family anything about a certain interaction I had this morning before walking home. I felt the tension as soon as I stepped foot in the area, “Staying for good this time?” I turn around already with a huge smile on my face.

“I came on my own terms this time,” He chuckles, coming closer to where I was standing. “I see they finally trust you enough with a gun”

“What can I say, I’ve been working hard” I roll my eyes. “So nice to see you back home” Yeah, it was good to be back. “Come on, she must be dying to see you again” He places his arm over my shoulder, turning us around to continue walking. Paul was a childhood friend who was always beside me in my rebel years. Always pulling me back when I almost went too far. It was nice to see he hadn’t lost the smile I cherished so much.

“Look at you!” I hear a high squeal to our right with just enough time to prepare myself for the hug. “How pretty!” She laughs, pulling away to check out my dress. It was drying from the rain but although dirty, it was pretty.

“I’ll give it a good wash and it's all yours”

“Really?” She asks jumping.

“Yeah,” I nod while looking around. “Where’s mother?” I ask with my smile falling into a tight line. She gently calms down pointing over the same spot she always spends her time in. “I will come see you later” With a simple ok she runs off again, “Have they figured out what to do with her yet?” I turn my head towards Paul with a smirk.

“That's family business,” I knew he knew what was going on and if he didn’t the slight smile on his face told me he knew I would eventually tell him when I found out. “Glad you’re back” I send him a smile before heading up the steps and opening the door.

“Have you forgotten your manners or has America brought out your forgotten side?” I shake my head coming over to give her a hug.

“I’ve missed you too Zilpha,” She rubs my back before pulling back.

“Glad to have you back but am afraid you came at the wrong time” My eyebrows furrowed as we both moved over to take a seat. “You might have left before the war but you came back just in time for another to start”

“Shelbys?”

“Is it that obvious?” Well, yeah.

“Heard the boys talking about a horse and a personalized bullet they left him” She shakes her head in disapproval.

“Fucking tongues run quicker, they don’t give their brains a chance to catch up” She starts preparing a drink for us as she speaks, of course not alcohol. “Enough about petty war, tonight the Lees have something to celebrate” My smile faded into a forced one. I see the struggle she faces and it's not easy not being able to do something about it. She had taken me in after my parents passed and people here don’t know the difference between me and her children. Naturally she wanted me in the business saying women were better at controlling themselves than men, and I agree, but when she brought up the idea and opened my eyes to the gambling,illegal motion and killings, well I didn’t think I could be capable of such things. The night before I left she gave me an option to stay and if I didn’t want anything to do with the family business I could go back to America. Of course she wasn’t so harsh so she said I was welcomed back at any time but could never ask or get involved with the business, ever.

“I think I can handle a celebration” She laughed while handing me a drink. We spoke for a while before she had to leave. I went back to rest before nightfall. Taking my time to settle down and get some rest. Once I felt well rested it was time to get ready. I took a warm bath and picked out a good dress, enough to keep me warm but something that never let me be simple. As I walked out there was a fire lit. Music was already playing and people were already past the drunk phase. I smile feeling the same as before I left except now I don’t crave being with them. I have changed and I think for the best. I got a chance to teach kids in America and had to leave this lifestyle in the past. They deserved a good teacher so those kids could have better choices than dying. I spent a good hour within the group before leaving. When it reached the point where they didn’t remember their own name, I slipped out of their sight. Walking down the street of  Birmingham I came to the side view of the Garrison once again.

“Oi, girl” My head turned before pulling open the front door. Thomas Shelby once again. Black coat covering his usual suit. Even under the dark sky his bright eyes were gleaming. I cleared my throat, turning my whole body to face him as he walked closer. “Care to take a walk?” He opens his coat and takes out a cigarette. He lights it and in a quick second he is exhaling the smoke. cigarettes.

“No,” I cleared my throat. Fiddling with my dress I took a step forward. “I should probably be heading home,” To be honest coming to the Garrison wasn’t a good idea and now having to face Thomas proved that point.

“Weren’t you going in?” He pointed slightly at the doors.My eyes tried to find an answer in the air and so my mouth let out the best excuse I could come up with.

“It’s late,” I look over to the pub's doors shaking my head, “I don’t even know why I decided to end up here” I hit my head jokenly, “I should get home” I go to turn but the sound of him clearing his throat stops me.

“I hope that is true because If I were to guess,” He takes a step forward, “You are running away from me,” I let out a nervous laugh.

“I didn’t want to make you think that Mr. Shelby” After another exhale of his cigarette right by my face I turned to look at the dark empty wall of the buildings.

“Are you scared of me?” I quickly shake my head. His presence moves closer and his hand moves north, gently trailing his thumb along my jaw. “Then why won’t you look at me?” I flicker my head back to look at him stunned.

“I don’t like cigarettes,” I whispered. I saw his eyes lift in surprise too but it quickly went away along with a small grin that had appeared.

“So,” His hand drops, taking a step back. “You don’t drink or smoke?” I shook my head but he didn’t say it like a question, he was trying to read who I was. “You are a virgin,” he whispered the last part looking somewhere else other than my eyes. “On a teacher's salary it seems you are one that is paid well looking at your dress,” Where was he going with this? I continue acting all naive and little but his tone is so demanding I could break character in a quick second. “Certainly educated in good schools,” He looks up to me slowly moving up my body. “Catholic?”

“Yes,”

“Hmm” nonchalantly he threw his cigarette on the floor.

“You?” Of course not. A man like Thomas Shelby has no religion. By the laugh he lets out the obvious but I was still trying to act.

“No” He moves around me, opening the pub’s door. “Do you mind a drink?” I turn my head over, raising an eyebrow. “I’d like some company again,” I look over beside the Garrison. I could easily make a run for it and not show my face around here again. Easily avoid him until he forgets he ever met me. “I won’t smoke,we will be in a private room so you won’t deal with anyone else smoking” Somehow when I looked into his eyes, my body moved forward on its own until we were sitting across from each other. The sound from outside is barely audible.

“Have you been doing well Mr. Shelby?” I lean back unable to stay comfortable under his steel look. He shakes his head grabbing on to his drink.

“You remember what I said the other night?” I flicker my eyes down to the table and back to his before nodding. “Good,” He leans back, taking another swing of his drink before setting it on the table once more. That night he made me promise to never let out anything we discuss in private. It wasn’t a threat what he said he would do if I ever did, it was a promise. “This morning the Lees left a trap for me,” What the fuck? “Almost killing my younger brother Finn” He gets up making the chair screech at his sudden movement. He goes over to a window and opens it. “Grace,” Now his voice was calm. “Get me a bottle of whiskey,” Grace obliged, setting one in front of him. As he grabs the bottle and returns to the table he continues talking but my mind is elsewhere. Although it's only been two times I can no longer put myself in this situation with Thomas Shelby, it wasn’t smart. He was a gangster who showed no mercy. What do I expect him to do when he finds out I am connected to the Lee’s? Why would Zilpha approve this? Then again in war all is fair. I blink away my thoughts focusing on what Thomas was saying. “You know,” He pointed over to me lazily, clearly the alcohol was getting to him. “How would you like to make some money?” How do I get out of this one?  “I’m not asking for your virginity if that's what caused that look,” He set the bottle down on the table after his 4th sip. “I want you to accompany me to a party” A party? I couldn’t be seen with him in public

“That wouldn’t look respectable Mr.Shelby” I crossed my arms as I leaned back into my chair. His eyes fall but his mouth forms a small grin.

“Coming into a secluded room in a bar full of men isn’t respectable ethier, at least in a party it's public.”

“The difference between a public party and a bar is that the attendees at said party aren't drunk men who will probably end up in some alley.” By now they don’t even remember their own names. His chuckle allowed me to let out a sigh of relief.

“How about we meet there?” I noticed he hasn’t touched his bottle since he set it down. Him getting drunk was favorable right now. He would probably be one of those men to not remember the nights beside liquor, yet holding him back was a bad thing for me. If he continues drinking maybe his words would slur and I could slip away.

“You seem like a guy who likes to play games,” I said quietly thinking about a drink. His eyes playfully widened at my choice of words.

“You really haven’t heard of me” He leans forward as my eyes switch to his concern. “I am not known to play games” My body straightens, unable to figure out his next move. “But let's play” With an unsteady smile I cleared my throat standing up from my seat.

“I will agree to attend the party if you guess the ingredients of a certain drink,” His eyebrows raised in contemplation.

“I will give you some advice,” He stands from his chair and takes 2 strides towards me until he is standing in front of me looking down. “I know every drink in this bar, are you sure you want to play?” Now I was contemplating my actions but I couldn’t back up now. I stood up straighter, not squirming by his sudden closeness.

“Yes.” My eyes confidently look into his bright eyes and a smirk appears on his face. He nods okay and takes a step back and lets me through. My hand shakenly, somehow finds the door and my legs walk towards the bar.

“I’d say I’m surprised but Tommy has a way of making people want to drink,” I smile gently, shaking my head.

“Ward 8” I let out. “Nice to see you again Harry,” He smiles, turning to pour the drink. “With-”

“Irish Whiskey,” He grinned, grabbing the bottle. “Tommy would have a fit with another brand.” ¿A fit? Heard stories of his fits, certainly don’t want to be the cause of one. I watch him pour and mix until he settles the glass in front of me.

“Olives?” Harry smiles spreads rushing to the back and coming back with two. “That one.” I pointed to the smaller one. “Sweet and Citrusy”

“Can I give you some advice?” I grab hold of the glass before looking at him. I nod slowly, “He is kind on the inside, war changes a man” I didn’t know what he wanted me to do with this information. He knew where I was from and who I was linked to.

“Thanks Harry,”He sends me a nod before I walk into the private room. I place the glass in front of him but before he lifts the cup I grab hold of his wrist. “I have other conditions for the games,” He lets go of the glass and gives me his full attention. I nod letting go of his wrist and taking a seat once again. “I don’t know you well Mr.Shelby,” Clearly his face states. “So for every ingredient you get wrong I get to ask you a question-,” He lets out a quick chuckle. “Along with losing of course I won't attend the party with you,” His smile fades a bit but it falls into a grin.

“And if I guess every single ingredient you go to the party with me and-” Fuck. His icy blue eyes move closer leaning in. “For every ingredient, you will agree to do anything I say.” Double fuck.

“Deal.” I extend my hand which he laughs at first but quickly shakes. He leans back, grabbing the glass and bringing it to his lips. “Whiskey,” His eyes never leave mine as he takes another sip. “Lemon, grenadine,-” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I see his gears turning trying to find his words.

“Tommy!” Our heads turn on hearing a voice from the other side of the door before that voice barged in. “Tommy” His searching eyes found Thomas and flicker quickly to me but only for a second. “We need to go-” The man quickly turns around and leaves. Thomas settles the glass down and is quick to pick up his suit jacket.

“Mr.Shelby-” Why was I talking right now?!. His eyes shoot up staring at me with no emotions on them. I felt like a little kid begging for another ice cream because the last one fell. My lips fall into a line waiting for him to just walk away.

“There was a citrus taste in there,” He places his hat back on. “Sweet and sour” I bit my lips holding back a grin. He fixes the front of his suit as he walks closer to me. Leaning down a bit. I won’t lie and say I didn’t feel my whole body starting to burn. His eyes alone were stealing my ability to breathe. “Orange.” He grins like he just won. My eyes taunt him.

“Tommy!” The man returned, making me flinch. I wasn’t able to look at the door since Thomas’s body was blocking the way.

“Olive” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. All the hopes fall. I had to look the man in the eyes and come up with a lie, but he wasn’t a man you can easily lie to.

“The party will count as 1” He smiles before turning around and walking out along with the man who barged in. I place my heart over my chest as it wouldn’t settle down even after hearing the doors close. As I walk out at night I carry everything that has happened in the past two nights. Meeting Thomas Shelby was certainly not the worst thing, but also not what I needed.

Pt. 3

[little-diable]

Shattered Glass - Charlie Swan (smut)

This is somewhat similar to my Jasper story "Waves cover up what I've done" but with a focus on Charlie this time. Paired with the lyrics of the song "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She finally had enough. She snapped, she killed her abusive husband before her mind could pick up on what her body had done. Or: When Charlie Swan helps dispose of a body

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, murder, blood, abusive husband, very loving relationship with Charlie (2.7k words)

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

"The problem is all inside your head," she said to me. "The answer is easy if you take it logically. I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free. There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"

“Fuck.” The word rolled off (y/n)’s tongue, hands wiping away the drops of sweat pearling on her forehead. She was heavily breathing, forcing her body to stand still for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. Her eyes didn’t dare leave his frame, staring down on the lifeless body of her husband. “I should cut you up and dump you in the ocean, you fucking asshole.” 

The curses left (y/n) as if her dead husband could still hear her, forcing tears to well up in her eyes as her mind slowly caught up with what she had done with her bare hands. The broken bottle was lying to her feet, covered in blood, just like his neck. She could still hear his screams, how he had called out for help, followed by slurs (y/n) could no longer remember. 

It had felt as if the coil had snapped, as if the timer had run out, finally setting off the bomb. Her body had moved without thinking twice, reaching for the sharp neck of the glass bottle he had thrown at her. She still wondered where her strength had come from, allowing her to push him down the stairs before she followed him down, taking one step at a time. Deep down she had felt a sick sense of satisfaction, listening to his whines, to his begging, asking her to spare his life. He had touched her one too many times without her consent, had struck her across her face too many times to count, allowing her to finally set herself free. 

The sharp edge of the broken bottle had cut through his skin almost too easily, forcing his red blood to gush from his neck, pouring out of the wound like an avalanche rolling down a hill, burying their life together six feet under. She was free, finally, almost – at least not fully just yet, needing to get rid of his body before anybody could stumble upon her bloody carpet, her bloody clothes, and his blood covered body. 

Her eyes flickered to the window of their entrance hall, it was dark outside, completely dark. She’ll have to move quickly, pushing his heavy body into the trunk of her pick-up, hidden beneath whatever she could find to cover his corpse. “Fuck, I hope you rot in hell.”

(Y/n) opened the entrance door of their home, checking her surroundings one more time before she grasped his shoulders, pulling him out of the house. She didn’t focus on the bloody trail she was leaving on the dark stones outside, didn’t worry about the “what if’s”, all (y/n) could focus on was the burning of her arms, not used to carrying something this heavy. The body was placed on the ground as she opened her trunk, praying to whoever was listening that she’d manage to heave him into her car. 

With a deep breath inhaled into her aching lungs, (y/n) tugged on his shoulders, managing to roll him into the car, upper body followed by his heavy legs. Sweat was covering her body, and yet she didn’t pay the running drops any mind, wiping them away with her bloody hands before she started to cover his body. The car was locked moments later, legs carrying her back inside, straight to her bathroom. She couldn’t risk being seen like this, couldn’t risk driving past people with blood sticking to her face and arms, with blood seeping through her clothes, fabrics she’d have to burn later that night. 

The warm water cascaded down her back, and finally it began to dawn on her what had happened in the past hour. A sob clawed through her, hand darting out to cover her mouth, trying to keep the sounds from leaving her as if she was scared somebody would pick up on the mess she was stuck in. Fuck, what had she done? She could have disappeared, could have packed her bags and left Forks behind, but the terror he had unleashed upon her had been too much, it’d haunt her till the end of her life. 

She said, "It grieves me so to see you in such pain. I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again." I said "I appreciate that, and would you please explain about the 50 ways?"

Exhaustion clung to her body as (y/n) drove through the forest, trying to find a good spot she could use to get rid of the body, wondering if she could stage an accident. Her husband had been a passionate hunter, perhaps he had been attacked by an animal? Perhaps he had been distracted, not noticing the creature moving closer? One scenario after another began to fill her thoughts, hoping that she could pull off the role of a grieving wife, crying about her husband’s death.

Before (y/n) could try to come up with another somewhat believable scenario, her eyes found a car in the distance, blue lights flickering in the darkness. She tried to slow down, though before (y/n) could turn around, driving back towards the city, her eyes met Charlie Swan’s dark ones. Curses left her as she stopped the car, watching the handsome chief move closer, hands placed on his hips. 

“Everything alright, Charlie?” A smile tugged on her lips as she spoke to him, instantly picking up on the curious gaze he shot her. The two had been friends for years, sharing stories and memories whenever their paths crossed, relishing in one another’s company. Deep down both knew that they’d give into the pull inside their chests if she wasn’t married, searching one another’s body at any given chance. 

“We’re checking all cars leaving Forks, we aren’t sure what’s happening at the moment, another body turned up. Would you mind stepping out of the car for a moment, sweetheart?” Heat flushed through her at the nickname he always used on her, enjoying the way she tensed in her seat, eyes momentarily avoiding his. (Y/n) needed a few seconds to snap into motion, heart pounding in her chest at the mere thought of Charlie opening her trunk. He opened the car door for her, smiling at the trembling woman before he directed his fleshlight onto her car. 

Charlie started moving, with (y/n) frozen to her spot, not daring to move. “So, what are you looking for?” Perhaps she could distract him. Perhaps she could force the man to focus on her, instead of on her car. But Charlie didn’t reply, eyes focusing on the back of her pick-up, no longer moving away from the spot he was now standing on. No words left his thin lips as he opened her trunk, eyes momentarily flickering towards her frame, meeting her dilated pupils. 

“Tell me, (y/n), what will I find beneath those blankets?” His voice was emotionless, not giving away what he was feeling. She stumbled over her reply, unable to think straight, trying to find something she could use to explain the mess that now threatened to drown her, pulled under without any air lingering inside her lungs. “Why is there blood on your car?”

A sob clawed through her, unable to keep her cries bottled in, giving into the tears wanting to roll down her cheeks. “Oh, (y/n). What have you done?” 

I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover

“Alright, it’s done. I’ll follow you back home.” Charlie walked past her, without looking back once. No longer was the light of his fleshlight illuminating their surroundings, no longer was he looking at her with that unreadable gaze of his. She murmured his name, forcing the chief to halt in his step, slowly turning back towards her. (Y/n) moved closer, taking cautious steps, till she came to a halt in front of the man. Without speaking another word, (y/n) wrapped her arms around his middle, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Thank you.” The words were swallowed by the sigh leaving the man, arms slowly wrapping themselves around her, keeping (y/n) close. He covered the back of her head with one hand, cradling the crying woman, not daring to let her go just yet. Charlie pressed a kiss to her scalp before he pulled her away, cupping her warm cheeks with his cold hands. 

“Your husband was awful, we all knew. I was trying to find something to use against him, anything to free you from him. What you did wasn’t right, what I did just now wasn’t right. But nobody will hear of what we just did. Tomorrow morning you will come visit me at the station, with tears in your eyes you’ll tell me about his disappearance, and we will start the search. Eventually we’ll give up, because there are no traces left, nothing that can tell us about his whereabouts. Do you hear me?” She nodded her head, unable to speak another word as her gaze found its way to his lips. For the first time since crossing paths with Charlie, (y/n) felt as if she was allowed to give into her longing, the pull she felt inside.

A chuckle rumbled through Charlie, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and murmured a soft “We’ll have to take care of your house first”. He left her standing, walking to his car with a smile tugging on his lips, a smile that now matched hers, allowing (y/n) to let go of the tension buzzing through her system, thoughts starting to wander on the drive back to her home.

The moon was hidden behind the thick clouds hanging over Forks like a veil covering a crying bride, allowing Charlie and (y/n) to take care of the traces she had left outside her door, grateful that no neighbours were living close by, giving the two enough time to wash away the blood, to burn her clothes, and the carpet. 

“I am forever grateful for you, Charlie.” Her whispers filled her now quiet home. (Y/n) couldn’t remember a day where her house had been that silent, not filled with the sounds of the running TV, of her drunk husband. Her heart clenched in her chest, though not because of pain, of regret, or because of guilt, no, but because she could now finally start a new life. 

“I am glad you’re okay, that’s all I kept worrying about.” His murmurs left her smiling, searching his closeness once again. This time Charlie didn’t pull away, allowing (y/n) to slowly close the gap between them, lips meeting his soft ones. The two gave themselves enough time to get used to the unfamiliar touch, to the new sensation, hands finding the right spots to hold onto one another. 

“Are you sure about this? You had a rough night, I don’t want to pre-”, Charlie was interrupted by the kiss (y/n) pressed against his lips, feeling his moustache burn her skin, leaving her aching for more. His rough chuckles vibrated on her skin, hands tugging on the shirt she was wearing, exposing her bra-clad chest to his dark eyes. “So beautiful, I promise to take good care of you, I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know, Charlie.” She could tell that he was pained by the mere thought of seeing her hurt again, not wanting (y/n) to live through another trauma ever again. (Y/n) interlaced her fingers with his, pulling Charlie through her home to her bedroom, silently thanking the spirits above that her husband hadn’t shared the bed with her in months. It was time for new memories, new moments to forget about old ones. Their eyes kept meeting as she helped him out of his uniform, hands wandering up and down his upper body, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin pressing against her palms and fingertips. “I need to feel you, that’s all I want for now.”

Charlie gave himself a few moments before he nodded his head, making a silent promise that he’d find shelter with his head buried between her thighs tomorrow morning. All it took was a gentle push for (y/n) to land on the mattress, shuffling out of her underwear as Charlie stepped out of his boxers. His cock was twitching in anticipation, begging to be touched, wanting to feel her wrapped around him, needs she’d fulfil in the upcoming hours. 

(Y/n) reached for her bedside table, ripping the silvery foil packet open with her teeth, crawling closer to Charlie to roll the condom down his cock. His breath hitched in his chest as she touched him, wordlessly promising him that this was real, that this was really just about to happen. Their lips met for another kiss before (y/n) found rest on her bed with her back pressed against the mattress, arms slung around Charlie’s neck, keeping him close.

Warm fingers found her heat, exploring her aching cunt for a few moments, rubbing her pulsing bundle, brushing through her slit. Once again he asked her if she truly wanted this, without any words, just silent gestures and glances that managed to communicate their every thought. She wrapped her legs around his waist, set on keeping him close as Charlie slowly entered her, spreading her walls with his twitching cock. 

Both needed to hold their breaths for a few seconds, adjusting to the new sensation, growing used to feeling one another this close. The moment had something awfully loving to it, a moment both hadn’t experienced in years, once again reminded that they should have found one another far earlier. 

“Move, please.” Her whimpers were swallowed by his kisses, distracting (y/n) for a moment as he started snapping his hips, burying his cock deep inside her tightness with every thrust. (Y/n) choked on her gasps, walls clenching his cock, needing to feel him as close as humanly possible. Her arousal soaked his cock, producing sounds Charlie would think of for weeks to come. 

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good, so good.” Charlie kept praising her, staring down on her with so much love swimming in his pupils, an emotion (y/n) was no longer used to. Her heart swelled in her chest as she began to realise that she finally got her chance to be loved like she desperately wanted to be loved, held close by a man that would cherish her.

His calloused thumb found her clit, pushing her even closer to the edge with a smirk tugging on his lips, feeling her walls flutter around his cock. Both were close, ready to let go to start their new life together, heralding a new beginning without any sorrows, without any fear. 

“Cum for me, let go with me.” His raspy words left her moaning, eyes squeezed shut to let go, curling her toes as her legs tightened their grip on his waist. Charlie kept thrusting into her, fucking them through their highs before the feeling let go of them, allowing the two to breathe through the adrenaline pumping through their veins like whisky, a substance so fiery and yet so smooth. 

Their bodies found rest next to one another, cherishing the silence they were engulfed by, allowing them to sort through their thoughts. Without speaking up, (y/n) reached for his hand, holding him close as a smile tugged on her lips. Everything will end well, if she could keep him close, and if he’d let her in. 

She said, "Why don't we both just sleep on it tonight, and I believe in the morning, you'll begin to see the light" and then she kissed me, and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover

[anal-queen-waifu]

Obey

The night is early and we both find ourselves on the couch in the living room, whiskey in hand, relaxing after a long day. I drink mine a bit too fast and I can slowly feel myself getting tipsy. I glance over and see you carelessly scrolling through tumblr and, as I catch quick glympses of the images that rush through the screen, my mind wonders to all the teasing that happened during the day. How he came over while I was taking a short nap, pulled down my pants and undies, teased me with his fingers then slid his cock in. Fucked me thoroughly, made me cum over and over again, stretched both my holes then just left without finishing, leaving me wanting more.

As these thoughts go through my head I feel a fire starting in my loins. I crave that he finishes what he started. I crave him. I get off my chair and start undressing behind him then I put on the black strappy lingerie and leave out the panties and bra. He randomly turns to check on what I'm doing and his eyes lock onto me. I can see the need light up in his eyes. He gets up and takes the collar from a nearby drawer and as he's coming towards me to put it on I kneel before him. He brushes the hair out of the way and puts the collar on. "There's something missing" he says as he goes towards the toy box and brings out the cuffs. He walks towards me and I raise my arms one by one to have him cuff me. This is going to be fun! I've been wanting to try this for some time. After placing them on my wrists, he tells me to put my hands behind my back and he closes them. Restrained. On my knees. Ready to worship. I feel such a thrill going through my body, my mind is silenced, full of him and nothing else.

He says nothing more but there's a primal expression on his face. He caresses my hair, my face, my lips, letting me know I am safe with him. And then his fingers make his way towards my mouth, prying my lips open. "Stick out your tongue". I obey and he traces his fingers across my tongue before shoving two of them in my throat, making me gag. He then takes them out and takes a step forward bringing his half erect cock to my lips. He grabs it and slaps my tongue a few times before slowly starting to slide it in. He teases my mouth for a little while before telling me that he'll be right back and to wait for him.

Kneeling before him felt so good that I remain there, on my knees, patient for him to come back. Vulnerable. Exposed. Not knowing what's to follow. My mind is calm, focused on him, ready to listen. I trust him completely. He comes back and says "Good girl, I'm pleased to find you in the same position that I left you in". He comes closer, takes off his pants and shoves his cock into my waiting mouth. As it gets harder, he starts fucking my throat. I look up at him and seeing him so pleased with me makes my cunt throb. I see the hunger growing in his eyes and he grabs me by my hair, pulling me onto my feet, releasing the cuffs and leading me to the couch.

He gets on his back and signals me to get on top of him. I know what's to follow and I feel my core pulsating. As soon as I open my legs and position myself on top, he burries his face into my dripping cunt. He groans, satisfied by my wetness and I can feel him feasting upon me. I start licking his tip and trailing down on his cock towards his balls, he grabs my head and drags it up and down on his cock, all I can do is keep my tongue out and obey. He presses my head to take it and he pushes his full length down my throat and holds my head down. I fight against the urge to gag as I start struggling for air but I resist it because his cock feels so good. When he lets go of my head I take a deep breath and take him again. He switches focus on my cunt and his hands make their way towards my breasts, rubbing and twisting my nipples. The orgasm is slowly starting to build up. He must be feeling my cunt quvering and my clit swelling as he increases the pace and starts working even harder on my nipples. He's tugging them with such aggressiveness, that there's a mixture of pleasure and pain that envelops me. Suddenly he lets go of my nipples, grabs my head with both hands and shoves his cock balls deep in my throat and he starts fucking it relentlessly. Letting him use my mouth like that sends me over the edge. My legs clench around his head but he grabs hold of one of them to keep them parted as he keeps eating my cunt like it's his last meal on death row. He lets go of my head but I can't lift my head from his pelvis, as wave after wave of pleasure rush through my body. I finally raise my head to take a big gasp of much needed air, but it's hard to do so as I moan uncontrollably from the ecstasy. He's not stopping, I can't take it anymore. I move my hands towards his head to beacon him to stop. Nothing. He keeps going, and I take it like a good girl, pleasuring him until he's done feasting upon me.

He finally stops and I can barely get up. As soon as he is on his legs, he shoves me face down on the bed, takes my hands and places them behind my back and locks the cuffs again. At his mercy once again. He wastes no time as he shoves his cock all the way inside my slick cunt and wraps his arms around my hips to reach for my clit. He barely touches it, to tease me, as he moves very slow and very deep inside me. He feels my orgasm building up again but he keeps teasing my clit until I am close to the breaking point when he just starts rubbing it aggressively while also pulling out and shoving his cock hard inside of me. I cum. Hard. He starts pouding me hard through my orgasm, the cuffs make it very hard to move or find a position of better stability so I am completely defenseless against his relentless strokes. He keep going harder and harder, faster and faster and I feel my orgasm building up more and more. Suddenly he shoves his cock deep inside, aggressively hitting my cervix then pulls out completely which sends me into a back arching orgasm, almost making me fall backwards but he catches me and pushes me onto the couch, on my side, gets on behind me and start rubbing my aching clit furiously. Orgasm after orgasm, my mind is blank. I'm begging him to stop but he keeps at it. Legs shaking, mind breaking. No words, just aching pleasure.

He's satisfied after making me cum for what feels like ages and stops. I look back at him with a lustful grin, eyes begging him to take my throbbing hole some more. "I'm saving up for later when I'm going to take your butt, too, babygirl", he says. "Please take it now. I need it now". His eyes lit up, shoves his cock in my cunt then takes it out and rubs it over both my holes, dipping it inside my dripping cunt to make it wet then puts the tip inside my throbbing asshole. He switches back and forth between my needy holes until my butthole is properly open and ready then he pushes it in, slowly, all the way, as he's slowly teasing my clit with soft touches. The moment his balls hit my cheeks, his finger accelerates on my clit which sends me into another orgasm. My holes clench and I feel his hard cock twitching inside me. He just start pouding while telling me to keep cumming for him. I have no choice but to obey, his cock and fingers are all I feel apart from ecstasy.

I can feel him getting close as his cock gets harder with each stroke, his pace increasing until he's ravenously claiming my gaping asshole. I turn my head slightly to catch a glympse of his face. Lust. Want. Need. This is all I can read on his face as I start cumming uncontrollably. Warmth. He suddenly pushes forward and groans a few times in my ear. His cock starts throbbing and twitching deep inside my guts and this sends me into another powerful orgasm.

Silence. There's no movement. Just the sound of exhausted breaths. He slips one hand beneath my head and another envelops my chest. He gathers me in his arms and starts stroking my hair. "My good girl, you've been so good for daddy". All I can do is smile and curl up close to him.

As he gently strokes my hair and caresses my face, my mind wonders back. All the lust. All the desire. The feelings rush back to me. Calm. Relaxed. My mind was still. All I thought about while waiting on my knees for him was that I want to be his good girl. I am his. My body is his. My mind is his. Tingles run through my now satisfied cunt. My butthole still throbbing around his cock. Satisfied. Happy. Fulfilled. His arms holding me tight. I feel safe. Cherished. Secure. Nowhere else would I want to be. Nothing else would I want to feel.

As I lose myself to my thoughts, he suddenly puts his hand on my cheek and turns my face to face him. Without a single word he kisses me hungrily.

[itsrheasgirl]

FORBIDDEN LOVE - PART 4

The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - mature langue

liv x reader - rhea x reader.

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Use of Rhea’s real name.

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“Liv, let me in. We need to talk about this.”

Both forearms resting against the door, your forehead gently tapped against the wood as you exhaled a shallow breath. Why did you leave without your key? Stupid mistake. It was three thirty in the morning, all you wanted was to go to sleep and let your body get some relaxation before tomorrows main events.

“Liv, pleeease.”

You could hear the tv quietly playing through the door, she wasn’t sleeping, she was just being childish. This wouldn’t resolve itself by being ignored and yet you contemplate just walking away and leave her angry, you could sweet talk the hotel staff into giving you a room for the night right?

You let out a long sigh as you push back off the door, running your palms down your face before pushing the hair back from your face with a soft groan. Maybe just one last attempt, then you’d call it a night. Gently tapping your knuckles against the wood door, you wait patiently.

“Come on babe, let me in. This is bullshit and you know it. Absolutely nothing happened.”

You hear movement inside and immediately take a step back, your subconscious flashing through all the versions of Liv that could open the door. The solid wood swings open to reveal the tiny blonde, her facial features stone cold. Her usually glistened eyes dark and cloudy, her heartwarming smile replaced with plush lips pressed into a thin line. Her slender forearms crossed over her chest as her head tilted slightly.

“You must be a liar and stupid.”

Her tone was sassy, her posture to match as she gave your frame an up and down. Her petite body moving forward just enough to peak out the door and check the hallways.

“Where’s your girlfriend? She likes to protect you now right?”

You didn’t need to be protected, Liv wouldn’t do anything to you that would jeopardize her reputation. She wasn’t that stupid.

“She. Is. NOT. My. Girlfriend, Liv.”

You snap, taking a few steps forward with each word which causes the little blonde to mimic you with a few steps back, the two of you ending up enough into the room that you could close the door. If this was going to result in another argument, the entire hallway didn’t need to hear it.

“Sure didn’t look that way to me.”

Liv scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“She is not my girlfriend. We did not have sex and I am nOT IN LOVE WITH HER!”

You didn’t mean to raise your voice, the anger that bubbled in your chest exploding like a volcano without warning. Liv’s eyes widened, a wave of shock washing over her features as she stood stunned from your outburst. You weren’t one for raising your voice, confrontation was your highest trigger of anxiety and you did everything you could to avoid it.

“Wow, no need to be so defensive.” Liv chortles.

Your plump tongue coats over your front teeth as you shake your head, pushing your way past her with a shoulder check.

“If you’re going to continue being a bitch about this, go do it somewhere else. It’s late and all I want is some goddamn fucking sleep.”

You snap, you were done with her bullshit for one night and you definitely weren’t willing to sit and listen to her be so disrespectful again. Making your way swiftly over to your bed, you sit down on the edge with a shallow sigh. You didn’t like this energy, Liv was like family and even though family fought, they always made up.

Keeping your back to Liv, you stare down at your palms as they rest in your lap. Liv remained silent as she moved across the room to her bed, the low hum of the tv and the rustling sound of sheets as she clambered beneath them the only noise in the room. You exhale deeply, your lips pressing into a thin line before parting to speak.

“Listen.” Your voice is low, but calm.

“I didn’t sleep with her. I don’t care if you believe me or not, but there is absolutely nothing going on between Rhea and I. I promise.”

You didn’t look back towards Liv’s bed, there wasn’t any point. You knew she didn’t believe you and eye contact would just start the argument up again. Maybe some sleep would do you both some good, Rhea was right. Liv just needed to calm down and hopefully you being back in the room instead of staying with Rhea wasn’t a bad idea, at least this way Liv knew where you were.

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It was odd being backstage by yourself, but you hadn’t seen or heard from Liv all day. She was gone when you woke up and she hadn’t been back to the room since. Your thumbs twirled over and over each other as you stared down and your cupped palms, someone would have to come in eventually. The women’s smackdown championship match was set to start within the hour and there was no way the fellow members of The Judgement Day would miss witnessing Rhea’s win.

Exhaling slowly, you’re unaware of the footsteps closing in behind you until a familiar smell floods your nostrils. She always smelt the same, a sent so captivating that it caused you to inhale.

“You came to watch.”

The corners of your lips curve into a coy simper as you hear a familiar voice behind you, not turning round you keep your gaze on your palms, your tongue peaks between your lips to coax over them slowly.

“I’m here for Charlotte.”

You can’t help the chortle that echos from your chest as you hear Rhea mockingly gasp in fake shock, her palms finding themselves on your shoulders in order to tilt you backwards in your chair. Craning your head back to look up at the taller female, your wide grin giving you away immediately.

“Oh really.”

Rhea’s manicured brow was arched, her dark black lips curved into a smirk as she stared down at you.

“Mhmm.”

You hummed, bobbing your head gently and trying not to laugh. You had to act natural with her, you couldn’t let what happened last night change your relationship. Rhea was always so relaxed with you that you had to be relaxed with her, no matter how stressed out she made you. How the sparkle of her eyes and her angelic smile caused your heart to flutter, how her simply existing caused your palms to sweat.

Gazing up into her crystal glistening eyes you allow you lips to fall into a warm smile, trying to keep your balance on the chair as Rhea kept you tilted backward. She was supporting you, but one wobble on your part and you’ll be on the floor. Slowly Rhea lowers the chair back to the ground before circling round to stand in front of you, her forearms crossing over her chest.

“So you’re team Charlotte huh?”

Her perfect brows hitch skyward in a playful wiggle as a devilish smirk claimed her darkened lips.

“Ooooh how disappointed you’re about to be.”

You both laugh harmoniously in unison, your head shaking gently as you hop up from your chair and shuffle to stand almost toe to toe with Rhea. How could you not be here to support her in such a big match, she was fighting for a championship title and a win in this match would change her career. Gently tapping the tip of her nose with your fingertip, your retract your palm quickly. Stepping forward to completely close the distance between the two of you, you wrap your arms around her waist in a tight hug.

“You got this, Dems.”

You whisper, your lids fluttering closed as her arms mimic your own in wrapping around your form. You’d never used Rhea’s real name, most of your encounters falling in a wrestling setting meaning it was not called for. Rhea chortles softly, her arms tightening a little more around you. You can hear the gentle thrum of her heartbeat as she pulls you against her chest, inhaling slowly as to keep your own heart at a steady pace.

“I think that’s the first time you ever called me that.”

Rhea heartbeat fluttered slightly, but her tone remained calm. You feel her chin rest gently on the top of your head, the two of you simply holding each other in silence for a moment before the sound of footsteps causes you both to step back quickly. The sounds of a female voice caused you to snap your attention towards the door, a sudden surge of panic washing over you. Was it Liv?

She couldn’t catch you and Rhea alone again.

Part 5

[faegoddessog]

  Fantasy Come True  Ch 6/8

Chapter  6 : Chef Austin

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, fingering, PiV (unprotected, play safe people) , cum swallowing (f receiving), possession, sexy food play,

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

Chapter 6: Chef Austin

You had never in your life, had a better night’s sleep. It might be from the deep relaxation afforded to you by all the orgasms, or it might be because you were in Austin’s arms. You suspect either would be a delicious solution to your sleep problems, the combo is like a one-two punch to that fucking anxiety that usually keeps you awake. 

You are dreaming about Austin’s hands between your legs, gently prying them apart. His fingers gently probing. You hear his growly morning voice over your shoulder murmuring something about, ‘that just won’t do.’

You figure that Dream Austin is talking about the sad state of the banana tree in the corner, due to the purple monkey that lived in it. Dreadfully sad little thing. 

You feel some movement behind you, and the covers shift. You breathe deep, then you feel something much bigger than a hand between your legs. Something soft,  like velvet, is touching your labia. It feels so deliciously nice, you open your legs further. You’ve  never been this lucid in a dream before. Your hands reach down and wind your fingers into locks of hair. You assume it’s Dream Austin, who else has been invited  for such intimate contact? Your hips rock up, encouraging him to go deeper.

You hear a groan, it’s yours, you realize, as you slowly rise up from your dream. You also realize that there really is a head between your thighs, there is a tongue slowly lapping at your labia, like knocking gently at the door to be let in. You are slightly confused, your partner NEVER would wake you up this way. You crack your eyes and it all comes flooding back to you in the morning light. This actually IS Austin’s bedroom, there is NO banana tree (you quickly check) and it really is YOUR Austin  beneath the covers and between your thighs. 

“Oh my, Austin,”  you moan out in a husky voice as his fingers spread your labia gently. 

His soft, wet tongue barely touches your clit, making you clench. 

Only just consciously registering what is happening,  you feel tingles of blood rushing to your vagina, a sure sign that Austin is about to get a mouthful of your juices. 

He reaches in with his tongue, massaging your inner labia. He is so tender and soft, gently waking you up, perhaps worried you might be sore from all his attentions last night. Then you feel the fullness of this tongue, not pressed hard, but wet and wide. He licks a stripe up your pussy, leaving a trail of spit. There are minty tingles that tell you he must have snuck out and brushed his teeth before crawling under the covers. 

You feel a series of long licks; one side, then the other, then the middle. All ending with his mouth closing around your clit in light suction again and again. Over and over you feel that full luscious bottom lip of his hounding his lapping tongue, curling in as it closes around your quickly engorging clit.

All your inhales are long gasps. You lightly fist your fingers into his hair as your hips push forward encouragingly.  You feel the intrusion of one digit pushing in between your now wet folds. He goes slow, as his tongue draws lazy  circles around your clit. Unable to watch him, you close your eyes and savor every second, every sensation. 

All your exhales are soft ‘ohs’ and breathy ‘ahs’ that fill the otherwise quiet room as he draws his finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out and spreads your wetness over your lips and clit.

“Mmmmm,” you hear softly from under covers. Then he presses in again, his mouth greedy against your lips and clit. A longer, deeper ‘MMMMMM’ of pleasure vibrates to your core  as he gets more of you to taste. 

As if the flow of your juices were the mightiest aphrodisiac, he submerges his face into your wet cunt with a growl.  Nose pressed against your mound, mouth sucking harder on your clit, tongue flicking up and down, finger curling as he fucks you with it. It is clear that this morning wake up call is as much for his pleasure as it is for yours.

“Oh god,” you whisper and curl up just a bit. 

What was gentle, pleasant  swells of sensation are suddenly amped up to a piercing, passionate rush. Shards of pleasure pierce through your clit and into your vagina, making you moan and tighten on his finger. Which, you just realized, is two fingers now, curling up as though to meet his tongue through your flesh and bone. He isn’t doing the classic ‘finger fuck’ pumping in and out, he is rubbing his finger tips back and forth against your g-spot. He sucks, he flicks, he rubs, he moans, again, and again, and again.  The suction, his tongue, his fingers. Oh… holy… mother… of…

“Austin! I’m… I’m… “ you start, but can’t finish as levee cracks and breaks. Your hips are shaking against his face and on his hand, making his actions that much more intense. His left arm dives under your right leg, clamping down to keep you to him as your body jolts in orgasm . He wants to ride out your pleasure immersed in your pussy. He devours you, lapping up every drop of your juices. 

Your mouth is dry from all the panting as he slows to a stop. You reach over and snag the  ⅓ full bottle of water from the bedside table, draining it. He crawls up your body, emerging from the covers with a sloppy face and wild hair licking his lips like a cat that’s gotten into the cream.

“Good Morning Bunny,” he says with a wicked looking grin. 

You pull him in for a kiss before remembering you haven’t brushed your teeth.  He apparently doesn't care one iota as he kisses you deep. You taste salty on his tongue. 

He pulls back far enough to look at you.

“Clean these for me Princess.” he presses his two fingers that he had inside of you past your lips. You grab his hand so he doesn't go too far, although you’ve talked about your sensitive gag reflex to him at least once. You suck his fingers to the second knuckle. 

“Yes, suck them sweetheart,” He watches his fingers glide into your mouth, feels the soft plush of your tongue rubbing back and forth over the pads of his fingers. His hips press into yours, His hard dick lying against your still wet pussy. His tip nudges against your clit as he automatically  pulses against you. You inhale through your nose, mewling around his fingers. 

“That’s going to be my cock in a few minutes sweetheart,” he murmurs in your ear.

You look up at him, eyes wide. 

“Yes, I know you have a bad gag reflex, but I want to cum in that mouth, I want to make it mine.” 

Your eyelids flutter and you moan around his fingers as you nod. You want all of you to belong to Austin, even if he takes you in pieces. 

You shift your hips, wanting him inside you. You reach between you and push him towards your opening and urge your hips forward to engulf at least his tip. 

“Oh god” he moans into your ear as he presses deep into you. A smile spreads around his fingers. You love knowing that you can make him moan like that. That he is just as turned on by you as you are by him. 

Your hips chase the movement of his cock in and out of you. Your tongue chases the movement of his fingers. His mouth is latched to your neck, biting and sucking. FUCK it’s amazing.

He is forgetting himself in your pussy, groaning softly, his free hand gripping your shoulder. You won’t stop him. Yes you want his cum in your mouth, but he’s so delicious in your pussy right now.

“Oh no you don’t, Angel,” he says  pulling out, “naughty girl, trying to enthrall me with your beautiful, tight cunt.” He shivers just a bit. “Bring that mouth over here, I want you on your knees.” He pushes up off you and stands at the side of the bed. You toss a pillow onto the floor at his feet and reach to take the elastics out of your hair now that you are awake.

“No,” he grabs your hands to stop you, “leave them,” he says softly with a smile. 

On your knees in front of him you see nothing but his muscular thighs and his gorgeous, wet cockstand. You’ve never really been one to need fellatio, but find yourself salivating and licking your lips nonetheless. It IS Austin, after all. 

“I’m not that experienced with this, so don’t be afraid to tell me what to do.” you say, a little apprehensive. 

“It's okay my sweet Bunny, I got you,” he says reassuringly, leaning down to kiss you lovingly. Holding your head in his hands, he looks you right in the eye, “Open that mouth Angel, stick out your tongue,” his voice is deep with desire. 

He lays his tip on your tongue, then grabs your hand and wraps it around his shaft, ”Take it as deep or not as you want.  But I need lots of spit, it has to be really wet and be mindful of your teeth. I’m in your hands hunny so don’t hold back because I won’t be. But you have to swallow every last drop when I cum, do you understand?” 

You nod, closing around his tip and gently sucking. His breath comes in sharp and out with a soft moan. For the third time this morning, you taste yourself on a part of him. It makes you moan to know that his mouth, his finger and his cock taste like you. It’s like you are marking him as your own even as he is claiming you.  

Then you pull him away and explore him with your wet lips. Dribbling saliva along his shaft and spreading it with your tongue.  Licking and making him as wet as you can.

“That’s good, my Princess, use that sweet, slutty tongue,” his eyes narrow, his moan low in his throat as he watches you explore him. 

You pull his cock up and, starting at his balls, lick up the bottom of his shaft. You swirl your tongue around his tip, savoring the soft skin, sucking it into your mouth just a bit.  Although you are worried about gagging,  taking his tip seems to be just fine.

You decide your hands are going to be invaluable here. One holding close to his body, the other glides in your saliva, twisting and pulling. You move up and down on just his tip with your mouth in time with your hand. Your tongue undulates against him. 

You can hear him groaning above you. 

“That’s my good girl, just like that, don’t stop,” his voice alone makes your juices start to drip out from between your legs. Good lord, how does this man make you so hot?

You look up at him, his hands are wrapped behind his neck and he is watching his tip slip in and out. You let spit leak out between your red lips. 

“Oh hoh hoh,” he intones, “God you are beautiful, even more so with my dick in your mouth and those lips wrapped around my cock.” 

His words are so hot. Your hand is gently massaging his balls. You settle into a rhythm of stroke, twist, suck, stroke, twist suck. Your mouth sliding back and forth and sucking, bobbing your head in time with your strokes. You feel his balls start to pull tight to his body. 

“Suck it, Angel, suck that cum out. Make your mouth mine honey,” he moans out, hips pulsing just a little.

If only you could tell him that his is all you want to be. Forever.  

“Oh fuck yes, I’m gonna cum down your pretty throat,” he is grunting in pleasure.

“On one, my Angel.” He wraps your bunny ears around his fist. It’s not tight at all, but enough that you can't get away from him.

“Five,” his hips are pulsing his cock through your hand and into your mouth.

“Four,” through clenched teeth.

“Three,” you moan around his cock, your inner thighs wet with your juices.

“Two, oh god  oh god,” it’s like he is holding back. 

“W- W- W- wuuuuuuuunnnn!!!!” The number word comes out tortured. 

Then hot cum is on your tongue, you are slurping it up, sucking and swallowing it. You seal your lips over his head, making sure none of it escapes. You lap your tongue on his underside, milking him. Every. Last. Drop. 

He pulls his hips away, keeping his hand wrapped in your hair. “Open darling, show me,” he says softly, gently tilting your head back.

Licking your lips, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. He leans down to look, then presses his mouth to yours, tongue diving deep like he wants to taste himself. 

”That’s my good girl, my sweet Angel. Your dirty little mouth is mine Princess, all mine,” he mumbles against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours.

He kisses you lightly and helps you stand up. He wraps you in his arms, hugging you tight and petting your hair. 

“What do you want for the rest of breakfast darling?” he says with a sly smile.

You answer him by pushing his hand between your legs. His eyebrow shoots up when he feels how wet you are. 

“I need you first, Austin.” you say breathlessly as his fingers find home in you. 

“Yes ma’am, of course,” he smiles that almost impish happy boy smile. As his fingers slide in, his thumb slips to your clit.  “How do you want it? Hard and fast or slow and gentle.” he whispers into your ear, then kisses down your neck.

“Ohh” you moan, your eyelids trembling, “hard and fast” you say with an involuntary whine. You are not even sure what is coming out of your mouth. His eyelids tighten, a low growl issues from his chest. 

Suddenly you are spun around and your back is slammed against the wall, Austin’s fingers diving deep. His mouth is sealed to yours, his fingers plunging squishily into your sopping pussy.  It’s like riding a rocket. You hold on to his neck as his whole arm is shaking up and down, his palm thumping into your mons with wet slapping sounds. You are moaning into his mouth as he keeps kissing you greedily. Little drops of your juices are splashing against your inner legs and onto his forearm. 

He pulls off your mouth pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes are rolling back into your head. You’ve never felt this before, this deep of a rising tide. Then he starts flipping his fingers inside you. Your whole body starts shaking, you can’t tell if it's from his movement or your own pleasure. Your legs start to give out. His free arm wraps around your waist, his body pinning you to the wall. 

“That’s it baby, ride it out,” his voice is like whiskey and honey poured over ice cream. 

“Oh my GOD!, ‘m so close!” you start chanting,”justlikethat, justlikethat, don’tstop, don’tstop, don'tstop!”

“Oh my Princess,  I’m not stopping until you fall apart,” his voice growls shakily into your ear. He keeps up his pummeling of your pussy as you slip your right fingers down to play with your clit.

“Yes my Princess get it,” he pulls back, sucking his bottom lip under his top teeth as he watches you in pleasure. “You are so fucking gorgeous, I want you like his forever, always cumming on my fingers, in my mouth, on my cock.”

“OH HOLY  FFFUUUUGHGHG!” His words about forever shove you over the edge. Your left hand is clutching onto his muscular shoulder as you thrash against his body. Words are completely lost to you as you scream into the morning. It’s the fastest and the wettest you have ever had an orgasm. It’s wild. 

Austin looks quite pleased with himself as he watches you as he mutters things like “Yes, hunny, that’s it my sweetheart. You are so unbelievably amazing.” His fingers are still inside you, palm rubbing  deep circles on your mons, making you quake and shiver. 

“Let's get you cleaned up, your legs are streaked.” He kisses you gently, helping you stand on your own feet and leads you to the shower. 

….

“Let’s see what’s in here,” Austin’s head is in the fridge, “not breakfast-y eh…” he is perusing the contents, trying to make you something for breakfast. You are sitting at his island in your panties and bra with a cup of organic Kona coffee with oat milk, and another of green tea  watching him rummage in his underwear. You cannot remember being this relaxed, ever. 

“I have some steak in here and some berries and cherries and a mango that really needs to get eaten.” He is setting things on the island, “oh and some asparagus and mushrooms. Scallops?” His head pops up holding a package of the large white rounds.  You nod your head. 

“Is bacon too breakfast-y? I love me some bacon!” 

“I like all those things, and whatever else your talented and gorgeous hands want to feed me,” you smile at him from across the island, chin resting on your hands. 

“I don’t know, your slutty tastebuds are kinda intimidating,” he jokes, tying a dark blue duck cloth apron

“Precisely, they are slutty, yet discerning, but not picky, I’ll try anything.  Plus, my mouth is yours now so…. ” you quip back. He shoots you that one-of-a-kind shy Austin Butler smile over his shoulder. Your insides quiver. 

He heats up two pans, one with butter on medium and one with avocado oil on high and a baking pan lined with aluminum foil.  He washes all the produce and opens a package of nitrate-free, thick cut bacon, laying the strips out on the baking pan. 

“Crispy or floppy,  Princess?” he asks, putting the pan into the oven. 

“Oh floppy one hundred percent,” you say. 

“That’s not what you asked for earlier this morning,” a slow smile spreads across his face. 

You purse your lips and shake your head, before you both start laughing. 

He pats the scallops and the steak with paper towels and seasons them with salt and pepper.  He puts the steak into the sizzling avocado oil.

“You like steak rare, right sweetheart?” he asks, and sets the timer on his watch.

You don’t remember telling him this, but you nod. 

You didn’t think he could get anymore appealing, but watching him move gracefully around his kitchen making you and your slutty tastebuds breakfast with barely anything on is making you wonder if you should have bought an extra, extra pair of panties 

You watch him expertly slice the mushrooms, the shallot, and quarter some grape tomatoes. He flips the steak and sautés the shallots in the butter before he tips in the mushrooms. He preps the thin asparagus and hulls the berries. He shakes the pan of mushrooms off and on and takes out the steaks when his timer goes off, setting them to rest on a plate. He pours a little more avocado oil and sets the pan to get hot again. 

He dips a juicy strawberry in some yogurt and offers it to your mouth, leaning across the island. You lick the yogurt like it was cum from the tip and suck the the berry from his fingers.  You smile as you eat the strawberry, the tangy zing of the yogurt a perfect complement to the fresh berry flavor. He licks a little yogurt from his finger that you missed. 

“Sexy,” is all he replies, biting his bottom lip. 

“Yes you are,” you say, licking your lips.

You are too enthralled by him as he cooks for you to make much small talk. He hums a tune as he flips the mushrooms several times, catching them in the pan. His biceps flex with every toss. He turns around, unknowingly showing off his naked back, to pull garlic out of the pantry. He smashes, peels and dices it and adds it to the veggie mix, his dexterous fingers moving fast. He lays the asparagus on top of the mushrooms and adds a lid so they can steam. 

Finally the scallops go into the pan and the timer starts.

He puts the plain yogurt in a bowl with the berries and cherries on a plate around the base. He flips the scallops with tongs when the timer goes off, then adds butter to the mix. Then  he slides the veggies gently onto a big plate. He tops it with slices of rare steak. He adds the fresh tomatoes to the top. He sprinkles it with a pinch of finishing salt and a grind of pepper.  He places the perfectly browned scallops gently around one edge and chewy bacon around the other.  He wordlessly pushes the plate across the island with two forks.

He watches you intently as you taste each item separately.  

You start with the steak. It’s very rare and barely warm. Austin cut it thin, so you can't tell what it was.

“What cut is this?” you ask. 

“It’s a filet mignon, brought it home from Gwen’s when I knew you were staying over, just in case,” his shy little boy smile heats up your core while melting your heart. 

You chew it lightly with your eyes closed. You take a second bite and a moan escapes you. “Oh lord, it's so tender and delicious, it almost falls apart on my tongue.” 

The asparagus is good, still crisp and flavorful. The tomatoes are good, clearly never stored in a refrigerator and picked at the peak of ripeness. You’ll eat these things because they are healthy and good for you. 

The bacon is perfectly cooked and chewy in your mouth. “Mmmm... so good, perfectly salty and creamy. Plus, who doesn’t like bacon? I’m not sure I could trust people who don’t like bacon,” you jest.

“A couple of my ex’s wouldn’t eat bacon,” he shrugs, “but I think bacon is good for the soul.” 

The mushrooms are delicious, just a hint of shallot and garlic. You close your eyes again and nod. Your tongue works the second bite, caressing the mushroom to the top of your mouth. “Yes, these are perfect! Buttery and nutty in perfect umami balance.” 

You saved the scallops for last. They seem rather promising as your fork cuts through it like butter. You place it in your mouth. Your eyes close as the light, fresh sea flavor flows over your tongue like a wave. You take another bite, closing your eyes again and tilting your head back. “MMM,” you moan lightly, “ Oh god Austin, it’s incredible,  so delicate and sweet and just melts in my mouth.” On the word ‘melts’ your eyelids involuntarily flutter. “Damn Austin, I didn’t know you could cook like THIS. You really could be a chef!”

“Thank you hunny,” he puts a mushroom in his mouth, “it’s crossed my mind a time or two as something to fall back on if acting doesn’t work out,” he leans over to you and lightly kisses your mouth and looks you in the eye pointedly. ”It’s something I like doing for people I care deeply about.” He smiles and winks.

“Well I think acting has um… worked out, darling,” you giggle, “and you could still do it though, invest in a restaurant. I bet it’d be a huge hit.” 

He shrugs, “Maybe someday, but one thing at a time, I figure.”

Once he is satisfied that you like what he has made for you. He hangs his apron up and sits with you at the island. 

You both eat off the same plate, he feeds you asparagus and steak, you feed him scallops and mushrooms. You finish the plate, feeding each other tidbits off your fork and fingers. You giggle at how your mirror neurons fire, making you open your mouths as you feed one another, like feeding babies. You revel in sucking the yogurt off of the berries before you eat them. The sexual tension slowly rises as you nourish yourselves. You are sure there will be a puddle under you, thankfully the stool is covered in leather. 

“Oh crap! I forgot the mango!” he says after he feeds you the last of the scallops. He stands and goes to cut up the mango and you stop him. 

“Let me show you how my friend eats them, she’s so sexy.”  You pull up a video. Your friend has a half mango cut into diamonds and flipped inside out. She proceeds to lick and slurp in the channel between the diamonds, like it’s a pussy, sucking bits in like they are a clit. Mango juice is running all over her face and down her hands.

“Wow, your friend goes hard on those mangoes, hope she gets consent first,” he laughs, “you want to try it?” 

You nod excited. Your partner would hate the mess and the sounds, so you never showed it to him or suggested it.

He cuts them and turns them inside out. He hands you one and you bump them together in a pseudo ‘cheers’. You tentatively lick and nibble the flesh of the fruit. It’s juicy and sweet and perfectly creamy. Then you hear him.

You look up at Austin. The hint of a smile falls off your face when you see him,  eyes closed and tongue deep in his mango. You watch him lick it with wet slurping sounds, like it’s your pussy. He holds it in one hand, as he closes his mouth around the nubs of fruit and sucks them off with wet kissing noises.  Your mouth drops open just a little, your own fruit forgotten in your hand as he moans softly, diving in for more. His other hand has drifted to the growing bulge in his lap. Your breath puffs out of your mouth as your core tightens. The orange juice is dripping over his chin and onto his bare chest. 

He looks up at you after devouring his half. He smiles with a twitching eyebrow, licking the mango juice from his fingers. 

“Fuck me, you are sexy,” you breathe. 

“Alright,” he smiles mischievously. Without wiping the mango off his face pulls you in for a wet kiss. 

For as long as you live, and probably beyond, you will never eat a mango again without thinking of this moment. He tastes juicy and sweet, with a hint of buttery-ness and tang underneath. Your half of the mango falls to the wooden surface of the island as you wrap your arms around his neck. He flings the skin of his mango into the sink without looking, leaning over your body, arms around your back. Your bra finds it’s way to the floor as he stands up, taking you with him. You can feel his hard bulge through the teal blue fabric of his underwear pressing on your belly. He pushes your wet panties off and onto the floor. Kicking them over near your bra.  

You grab his hand and catch an errant  drip of mango juice with your tongue as it starts to trail down his wrist.  You lean into his chest, your tongue chasing the trails there, ending at one of his nipples. You take a chance and suck.  He grabs your head, pulling you to him, breath seething in through clenched teeth. You feel his cock bounce in the confines of his underwear. Clearly your chance is paying off. 

He tilts your head up to look at him. No words are said, only the intensity of his gaze communicates his need. The same need you feel too. 

His mouth latches to yours, flavors of the non-breakfast-y breakfast intermingling with the mango. Your hands slide under the fabric  and onto the round curve of his ass. Pulling him to you, digging your fingertips in. He moans into your mouth as your hips push into his. 

What was merely wet before, is now leaking onto your inner thighs. You glide your hands under the waistband, around to his stomach. He tightens his abdominals, perhaps a little ticklish. You brush your fingers along the outlines of his rectus abdominis then reach a hand inside and grasp his shaft. His head tilts back and he moans. You can’t help but smile a little evilly.  

“Oh Princess, I fuckin’ need you,” his hands wrap under your ass. Your free hand pushing on the counter behind you to help, Austin lifts you onto the edge of the warm walnut island. One foot on either stool, your legs splay open to him. The fingers of his clean hand wrap around the crease of your hip. The pad of his thumb rubbing up, spreading juices from your pussy lips to the hood of your clit. It makes you inhale sharply just before his mouth closes again over yours. His tongue rolls against yours, his lush bottom lip drags over yours. You catch it lightly, in your teeth, sucking it before letting it slip from between your lips. “Do you think you are wet enough?” he murmurs into your ear, “I need to be inside you.” 

You nod, leaning back just a little. He spreads your inner lips apart with his thumb and forefinger. The light stretch sends tingles to your clit that shoot into your core. You gasp. He looks at you from under his long eyelashes, his lip curling, tongue grazing the edges of his top teeth. Holy fuck he is unbearably hot. 

“Please,” you moan, pussy clenching. You aren’t sure what you are begging for exactly, just that you want him, you need him.

“Oh yes, beautiful,” he puffs out with an anticipatory nod. 

He guides the head of his cock up and down between your wet folds, a deep “oh-hoh-hoh” rumbling in his chest.

Your expiration is a little murmur of a moan. Oh god, you know this will be good as you lean back a little. 

Slowly he pushes his hips toward you. Your eyes roll back in your head as your hips tilt forward. His big cock gloriously stretches your tight pussy. Luckily, you already had him in you once today. Wait, was that just this morning?  Plus, and you don’t know how Austin does this to you every fucking time, but you are so ridiculously wet. 

“Oh -my- fucking - god,” he moans, his eyes half closed, focusing on the sensation of your warm, tight wetness. He pushes until he is deep in you and stops with a shaky breath. He wraps his big hand around the back of your neck and pulls you to him for a deep, passionate kiss. 

As his mouth is locked with yours, just his hips rock back slowly as the rest of his torso says still. You feel every inch of him sliding out, then in again as his abs tighten. Deep breaths flow in and out of his nose, rippling along your cheeks as his tongue teases you. He closes the kiss, sucking, only to open it again, needy for more. His little moans are reflected in your own, both hushed in the depths of the kissing. 

His hands roam your figure, your skin flaming at his touch as he takes you slow for a while. In and out, in and out, his cock and tongue, mimics of one another. 

Time stops having meaning as you are fully captivated by Austin; by his mouth, by his hands, by his hardness sliding inside you. 

His thumb has found its way to your clit, pulling your juices up from around his throbbing cock, and rubbing circles around your nub. His pace and breathing increase, although his kissing does not. Your soft moans become short breathy pants of pleasure and whining little ‘oh’s against his mouth. Your hands are gripping the edge of the counter. 

He smiles against your mouth, knowing your tells now, knowing you are getting close. He stops kissing you, instead moaning low into your ear. Sucking breath in through his teeth and murmuring “oh yeah, fuck yeah” over and over in his dep sonorous voice. He is just audible enough that it makes you clench involuntarily.

 You freeze, curled up, breath held in. His pace increases, knowing you are there. Your breath comes out in little grunting explosions that make your head jerk.  Instead of giggling you almost burst into tears. It's so good. He is so good.  Way in the back of your mind you wonder how you got here and how to stay forever. 

“God, I love you,” you might have heard him murmur as he pulls you close.  You don’t have time to reflect on it as he is full-on fucking you now, his teeth gritted. You are overcome with boiling stimulation. It’s too much, and you fucking love it. You are screaming and squirming on his cock. His hands are locked onto you, not letting you away from him. 

“That’s it my Princess, take what I give my little pussy. Take my cum, Angel,”  he is panting hard now, moaning, grunting. It is all so… scorchingly hot.

He freezes in you, gritting his teeth though his gravely groaning of incoherent non-words. His fingers grip tight onto your hips, probably leaving bruises. You don’t care as you buck in an aftershock, feeling his cock pulsate in you. He thrusts in a few times more for good measure, unraveling you both in torrid overstimulation. 

…

You are in his car, in your own parking lot. Austin fucked you twice more before you both reluctantly agreed that you should probably get home. Neither of you is really happy about it. “When can you stay again?” he asks, looking a little mournful.

“Whenever you want, it’s your house and I’m not working right now,” you shrug. 

“Why is that?  I would think you’d be a series regular or something like that, you are so good and insightful.” Austin says. 

“Well, as you might’ve guessed, that apartment,” you point up at the windows of your place, “is tiny, and I need to tape myself and there just isn’t a good space up there.” 

“My Princess,” he tucks  an errant strand of hair behind your ear, “You can come tape at my place anytime you need, I have one of the bedrooms set up for it. Just text me and we’ll work it out.”  

“Really? Um… wow, that is amazing. I will definitely take you up on that, if we can keep our hands off each other long enough.’ you laugh. 

He leans over the center console and kisses you deeply. “I mean, do we have to, Princess?” he smiles his crooked naughty smile. “How about I come back and get you Friday for the weekend? Maybe we can do some taping and I actually need to work on my new project.” 

You nod, not sure what you’ll tell your partner. 

Then Austin gets out and walks around the back of the vehicle. You blow out a big breath, not wanting to go. But, it’s how it is right now. He opens the door for you, kissing your hand. 

He leans against the hood of his SUV, watching to make sure you get to your door ok, You turn and wave to him and go in. 

“Hi,” you say, trying to sound cheerful.

Your partner is on the bed playing video games. 

“Any luck?” he asks.

“Um, some, I am going back this weekend for taping, starting Friday.” you put your bag down on the bed and begin to unpack. 

“Did you bring leftovers?” he asks, pausing his play. 

“Um, no, it wasn’t that kind of a thing,” it’s not a lie. 

“Oh, well shit, I was waiting to eat, dammit I wish you would’ve told me that,” he gets up and stomps to the kitchen. 

“Sorry, it wasn’t about you,” you mumble after him. You put your stuff away, remaining calm, like you always have to be around him. You follow him to the kitchen to help him make some healthy choices. 

Austin sends you a text picture of him sad-faced in his bed with the caption “feels lonely here.” 

You want nothing more than to get in the car and drive until you are at his door and kiss that sad face away. But… yeah… that would be giving away a little too much. 

In the morning, feeling like you need to say something, you break down and casually mention to your partner that you’ll be seeing Austin on Friday. 

He rolls his eyes and says in an attempt at playfulness, “Yeah, ok. Go chase after your hall pass.” 

You get the distinct feeling he doesn’t believe you or thinks it’ll be some kind of screening or Q&A. You leave it at that, it’s useless to argue with him, he’ll just gaslight you and nothing is gonna get you down. 

Your phone buzzes:

‘Jason’- 

Good morning Princess, did you sleep well? 

Me-

Good morning Austin, not really.

‘Jason’- 

One would think, after all those orgasms, you would. 😉

Me-

One would think! I did dream about your cock last night. 

‘Jason’- 

Funny, I did too. 😉

You spend the day finalizing a couple scenes you’ve been working on to tape. Now that you actually have somewhere and someone to do them with, you are excited.  You tell your partner about getting to tape this weekend and he puts in his two cents about what you should do. 

Your partner tries to entice you to have sex with him that evening.  His attempts to use your pussy feel pitiful compared with the magic of Austin, besides, you had thought about what to say when this came up. 

"No, sorry, but Austin said I can’t,” you shake your head. 

"As in Austin Butler?" he asks. 

"Yup, Austin Butler said I can't. “ you shrug at him.

He looks at you confused, then shaking his head in disgust he turns over and goes to sleep. 

Austin texts you good night and sweet dreams and less than 24 hours until you see him again. Knowing this, it’s much easier to fall asleep. 

The next morning your phone goes off as you are packing. 

'Jason'-

I missed you in bed this morning. 

Me- 

I missed being in your bed this morning. 

'Jason'-

Let’s remedy that, I will be there in 15 min,  I just can’t wait and there’s still some morning left.  

Me-

You are already on the way aren’t you?

'Jason'-

Yes.

Me- 

*does happy dance*

[ace-angel-judas]

Yuta and Hyejin smut in the yandere au? 🫢 we know they did it

(I would like everyone to remember: Hyejin is around 20 in this au and her and Yuta are NOT biologically related. If that makes you uncomfortable, do not read this.)

(Additional warning: This.. this is wild and I don’t mean in a weird way with knots or marking but like.. a fucked up kind of wild.)

Hyejin had moved before.

When her and Yuta’s parents had died, Yuta had moved them out of their little town and to the city. He worked to support the both of them, Hyejin attending a small college in the neighbour hood.

But now they had moved again, this strange man had moved them far away from the city. These white houses were so modern, almost American.

Everyone had been welcoming to her, Jeno was the sweetheart who had helped her escape that place she was trapped. Chenle was waiting here for her but that didn’t help one fact.

Mark and Yuta had disappeared.

She’d spent most of the days and nights crying, curled up in this lush bed bawling her eyes out. Even while Chenle and Jeno tried to coax her out, it had been no use.

Mark and Yuta weren’t here.

Curled up under the blankets, Hyejin couldn’t sleep. It was cold, alone in this bed. She was used to sharing the bed with all of them, curled up between their body heats.

Now, there was nothing.

The door slid open but Hyejin didn’t move, it was probably Chenle checking up on her again, making sure she hadn’t died from heart break. She didn’t move even when the blanket was pulled away.

“Lele,” She whispered, “I’d like to be alone,”

“You never liked being alone, Jinnie,”

She sat up suddenly, eyes wide and stared at the man. Yuta had a grin on his lips, his hair now a deep red color instead of its dark brown. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants, the pink bracelet still on his wrist.

Her bracelet that she’d made him for his 18th birthday.

“Oni-chan!” Hyejin cried suddenly, throwing her arms around him, “You left me!”

“I’d never leave you, Jinnie,” Yuta cooed softly, “I’m your big brother, no one loves you more than me,”

Pulling away from the hug, Hyejin placed her lips against Yuta’s. He hummed softly, pulling away with a smile.

“Jinnie,” Yuta whispered, “You need rest,”

“Please,” Hyejin was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, “I need you,”

“How can I say no when you’re crying so cutely?”

Their lips locked again, Yuta’s eyes rolling shut as he tasted her. Hyejin always tasted like cherries and cream, a sweetness he was utterly addicted to at this point.

These two months away from Hyejin had been utter hell for Yuta but he needed to keep himself clean, in the eyes of the outside world.

Hyejin’s silk pyjamas were discarded with ease, Yuta tossing them to some unknown corner of the room. He liked when she remained bare for him, it had been a rule before Mark and Chenle had entered the picture.

When they slept together, showered together or even simply watched something together, skin on skin was a must.

“Yuta!” Hyejin demanded as he laid back on the bed, pulling his own clothes from his body.

She squirmed when his hand went around her neck, a sense of relief filling her body. That horrible place had taken her collar, the feeling of Yuta’s hand on her throat filling her with security again.

“My Jinnie..,” Yuta whispered as he watched her seem to calm down but the tears still rolled down her cheeks, “I’m here,”

“Don’t leave again,” Hyejin pleaded, grasping his pair shoulders.

Yuta just grinned, that snake like smile and predatory gaze roaming over Hyejin’s body.

Her tits looked full, pink nipples hard and waiting. The softness of her stomach, hips and thighs had disappeared slightly, no doubt he’d have to rectify that in the weeks to come.

And her pussy, the soft skin pale and pink, glistening with wetness just for him.

Unzipping his jeans, Yuta wasted no time in pushing the head of his cock over her wet pussy, gliding up and down her folds. Hyejin whimpered beneath him, her mouth open and tongue pulled out, waiting. Yuta licked his lips, letting a string of spit leave his mouth and land on her tongue.

Hyejin moaned, her body shivering as she swallowed his spit.

“完璧な女の子,” Yuta cooed out as he stroked her cheek.

Thrusting forward, Yuta threw his head back as his cock pressed into Hyejin’s tight hole. She welcomed him easily, Yuta biting his lip so hard he could taste blood in his mouth.

It had been too long without her, his sweet heart, his reason to live.

Each thrust of Yuta’s hips had Hyejin’s body bouncing, keeping her hands locked on his upper arms. Yuta gripped one of her thighs, lifting her leg around his hips and fucking his cock deeper into her open cunt.

The kiss they shared as hot and needy, the sweet taste of Hyejin’s lips mixing with the metallic taste of the blood on Yuta’s.

His name left Hyejin’s lips like a prayer, over and over again as she came. Her orgasm burning hot and spurring him faster, cock pushing into her tightness repeatedly as Hyejin grasped Yuta’s shoulders.

Yuta finally came, ramming himself deep into her wet cunt and letting his seed explode inside her.

“愛してます,” Yuta whispered as he peppered kisses over Hyejin’s face, “あなたをこのように味わうだけなら、私はこの世界を焼き尽くし、すべての生き物を殺します,”

Her fingers danced over the burn on his shoulder, where he’d scalded her name onto his skin.

Because Hyejin would be burned into his body and soul forever.

[nemesyaaa]

emily's mood

just finished reading this and i'm so confused by the very lack of notes because i enjoyed this a little too much ??? was so invested in a story, and please, just the way you write, was such a pleasure because it was like a fairytale with bittersweet taste. this was so goood !! i didnt see the time pass, was upset a little bit (rafe 😩😩😩😩) but i find this realistic too !!

what were you and rafe? good question. you hated him, or at least, you thought you did. you despised him with every fiber of your being. but all that hatred evaporated the moment his cock was inside you, pushing deep inside your tight cunt as your bodies were pressed together. in those moments, everything else vanished—your thoughts, your anger, even your sense of self. it was as if the very act of being with him consumed you, burning away everything else until there was nothing left but the two of you. NOT FRIENDS, BUT NOT BF/GF, BUT WHAT ARE WE ? GOOD QUESTIONS. YOU FUCK ME THAT WELL, I GIVE YOU MY HEART GUYS. no actually, someone's check on reader :(((

he wasn’t just your best friend. he was more, and yet, somehow, so much less. because best friends don’t do what you and rafe did. they don’t kiss each other like you did, those bruising kisses that left you breathless and aching for more. they don’t touch each other like you did, his hands leaving a trail of heat wherever they went, as if he was branding you, claiming you as his own. and they don’t look at each other the way you and rafe did, eye-fucking each other from the corners or a room. THE BSF TROPE ALWAYS DO IT FOR ME, ONE OF MY FAVORITE !! your writings 🥺🥺

“it’s jus’ a casual thing. no feelings, nothin’ official. we just fuck, tha’s it.” those were his words, laid out so simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. that’s what you two had decided, or at least, that’s what he decided, and you went along with it. deep down, you knew you couldn’t say no to him, not when he looked at you with that calm confidence, the kind that made it clear he always got what he wanted. OHH I HAVE SMM MIXED FEELINFS ABOUT THIS PARAGRAPH ‼️💔

for you, it was never just casual. not when he’d rest his hand on the small of your back as you walked around together, a gesture so intimate it made your heart stutter. not when he’d let you lean your head on his shoulder, his fingers gently stroking your hair, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. it was never just casual when, at parties, he’d get jealous the moment another guy got too close, despite the fact that there weren’t supposed to be any feelings involved. “i’m jus’ protecting you. that’s what friends do, right?” he’d say, and you’d have to bite your tongue to keep from rolling your eyes right in front of him. and you, well, you never made a scene when you’d catch him in some dark corner with a random girl, their lips locked, because after all, “remember? no feelings.” you’d remind yourself, swallowing the bitterness that crept up your throat. THIS IS WHY I FEEL READER ??? MUST BE SO HARD. SCREAMING INTO THE VOID BECAUSE OMFG JUST RAFE STOP BEING RAFE AND HAVE SOME PRETTY FEELINGS FOR US (but on a serious note, i can see it happen the fact that reader live a one side love bc this man, I feel like he dont want relationship or serious thing bc i think he's too scared about love, or don't want to feel weak something like that, this is so complicaaate)

and all those moments, all your words, your phrases, echoed in his mind as he looked at you, because he didn’t want it to end. the fear of things becoming serious was there, gnawing at him—he didn’t want that. but the fear of losing you, of losing the pleasure you brought him, was just as strong. "then i guess you'll have to find another bitch who makes you feel this way," you said, your voice sharp, cutting through the tension in the room. I DONT LISTEN THE SONG YOU PUT AT FIRST BUT NOW I WANT TOO ?? READER PUT THE SNIPER ON OMFGXKZKIE. BUT RAFE'S ANSWER GOT THE LAST SHOOT 😩😩😩

he knows us fucking too well !! :((((

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are we datin'? are we fuckin'? are we best friends? are we somethin'? in between that? i wish we never fucked, and i mean that. but not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed, and it’s fuckin’ awesome. childish gambino.

what were you and rafe? good question. you hated him, or at least, you thought you did. you despised him with every fiber of your being. but all that hatred evaporated the moment his cock was inside you, pushing deep inside your tight cunt as your bodies were pressed together. in those moments, everything else vanished—your thoughts, your anger, even your sense of self. it was as if the very act of being with him consumed you, burning away everything else until there was nothing left but the two of you.

he wasn’t just your best friend. he was more, and yet, somehow, so much less. because best friends don’t do what you and rafe did. they don’t kiss each other like you did, those bruising kisses that left you breathless and aching for more. they don’t touch each other like you did, his hands leaving a trail of heat wherever they went, as if he was branding you, claiming you as his own. and they don’t look at each other the way you and rafe did, eye-fucking each other from the corners or a room.

you’d always been close, too close, maybe, but there was a line you both knew shouldn’t be crossed. yet you crossed it, again and again, until that line blurred, then disappeared entirely. “who cares, a’ight? ‘m good, you’re good, fuck the rest.” he’d say, voice low and rough, whenever you hesitated, whenever that small, sane part of your mind screamed that this was wrong. and for a second, you’d want to pull away, to stop whatever twisted thing you two had become. but then, he’d look at you with his deep blue eyes, he’d pull you closer, his breath hot against your soft skin, his long fingers between your wet folds, and all those doubts, all those second thoughts, would melt away, leaving you with nothing but the need, the raw, aching need that only he could satisfy.

“it’s jus’ a casual thing. no feelings, nothin’ official. we just fuck, tha’s it.” those were his words, laid out so simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. that’s what you two had decided, or at least, that’s what he decided, and you went along with it. deep down, you knew you couldn’t say no to him, not when he looked at you with that calm confidence, the kind that made it clear he always got what he wanted.

you told yourself it didn’t matter, that you could handle it, that keeping your feelings out of it would be easy. but every time he touched you, every time his lips met yours, that resolve wavered. it wasn’t just the physical pull; it was the way he made you feel, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered in those stolen moments.

for you, it was never just casual. not when he’d rest his hand on the small of your back as you walked around together, a gesture so intimate it made your heart stutter. not when he’d let you lean your head on his shoulder, his fingers gently stroking your hair, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. it was never just casual when, at parties, he’d get jealous the moment another guy got too close, despite the fact that there weren’t supposed to be any feelings involved. “i’m jus’ protecting you. that’s what friends do, right?” he’d say, and you’d have to bite your tongue to keep from rolling your eyes right in front of him. and you, well, you never made a scene when you’d catch him in some dark corner with a random girl, their lips locked, because after all, “remember? no feelings.” you’d remind yourself, swallowing the bitterness that crept up your throat.

but the way he talked to you when you were together, when you were wrapped up in each other, told a different story. “your pussy was made f’me,” “so tight, fuck,” “you take my cock s’well,” he’d groan in your ear, and in those moments, it didn’t feel casual at all. it was in those words, in the way he touched you, that you could hear the truth he’d never admit to. but you buried that truth deep, because acknowledging it would mean confronting what you both pretended didn’t exist.

“don’t you think we could, y’know, make this official?” you asked him one day, your body still naked under the covers as you watched him get dressed. you’ll never forget the way he turned, the look in his eyes just before his anger flared up. “what the hell is wrong with you? we already decided what this was... all’f’this!” he shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration as his voice grew louder. you sat there on the bed, one hand clutching the blanket to cover yourself. “well, i just thought that after all this time, maybe we could give it a try!” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

but he didn’t let you finish. he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone in the suffocating silence that followed. and in that moment, you hated rafe cameron more than you ever had before. the hatred burned through you, sharper and more intense than anything you’d felt in all those months of pretending, of pushing down your feelings just to keep him close. the sting of his rejection was like a knife twisting in your chest, cutting deeper with every passing second.

he didn’t call for a while, and you didn’t either. you thought about blocking him, your finger hovering over the screen, but something held you back. you couldn’t explain why. perhaps you should have done it, cut him off before things got messy. but you didn’t. and then the late-night messages and calls started coming in, his voice slurred, stumbling over words. he was drunk, lost, reaching out to you in his most vulnerable moments. and every time, without fail, you answered.

“need you. s’much. ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry. please," he mumbled, his breath ragged and you could hear sloppy, muffled sounds on the other end of the call. the phone call felt like a heavy, suffocating fog, the noise on the other end a disjointed symphony of desperation and self-pity. you despised yourself more than you despised him for falling for the same broken promises again, for allowing his slurred and drunken apologies to penetrate the defenses you'd built. after a long, painful pause, you replied, "come over," your voice trembling slightly as you spoke.

and he did, slipping through the bedroom window and collapsing onto you. his damp lips found your skin, your neck, jaw, your plump lips. the mingled stench of smoke and alcohol enveloping the room like a suffocating blanket. “missed you so much. missed your little pussy,” he slurred, his breath hot and uneven as he hovered over you. you gripped his shoulders tightly, the contact eliciting soft, desperate moans from your lips. every touch, every movement sent waves of sensation through you, as if he was the only one capable of making your feel like this, as if his cock was made to push deep into your sensitive spots. the intensity of the moment consumed you, blurring the lines between need and guilt.

and the morning after, as you laid beside him, the early light creeped through the window highlighting the features on his face. you were staring at him, as if you wanted to say something that had been festering in your mind. he caught your gaze and, sensing the weight of your silence, muttered with a touch of annoyance, “don’t even start with that bullshit.” he got up, gathering his clothes in a hasty manner, while you did the same, slipping on your panties and a loose shirt. “fuck you. i’m so stupid for letting you always have the upper hand,” you said, your voice laced with frustration. “maybe it would have been better if none of this had ever happened, if we’d never started fucking.” you couldn’t hide the mix of regret and anger in your words, each statement a reflection of the turbulent emotions that had been building up.

“oh okay. yeah, maybe,” he commented, rolling his eyes and turning his back to you, only to pivot back around and come closer to you. “wait, what? no, no, no,” he began, a strange, almost amused little smile spreading across his face. he lifted his arm, his hand gently brushing against your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “no one is like ya. no one talks to me like you do. fuck, i don’even know how to explain it,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

of course, you thought, the memories flashing vividly in your mind. because no one rode him like you did, his large hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh to guide your movements. up and down, up and down. “you’re so big,” you’d stammer, your sweaty forehead pressed against his shoulder, your manicured nails clawing at his back as you moaned. no one else knew the exact spots to touch him, your delicate hand stroking him from tip to base with just the right pressure. “just like that. fuck—” and you knew you were the only one who could make him moan like that, like a total slut in a porn. his head resting against the headboard of his bed as his fingers teased your breasts, circling your hardened nipples.

"you fill me so good," you’d whimper as he slid in and out of you against the door, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, your breath hitching as you clung to him. he was too impatient to make it to the bed, his need for you too overwhelming to wait. every movement was urgent, driven by a raw desire, the wooden door rattling slightly with each thrust.

and all those moments, all your words, your phrases, echoed in his mind as he looked at you, because he didn’t want it to end. the fear of things becoming serious was there, gnawing at him—he didn’t want that. but the fear of losing you, of losing the pleasure you brought him, was just as strong. "then i guess you'll have to find another bitch who makes you feel this way," you said, your voice sharp, cutting through the tension in the room.

"i know you don't want that. i know you too well by now," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as his tongue teased the sensitive skin of your earlobe. and just like that, he fucked the attitude out of you, because no matter how wrong it was, you couldn’t stay away from him. it was maddening—the way he knew exactly how to unravel you, to pull you back in when you were on the verge of walking away. you hated how easily he could do it, how his touch could make you forget all the reasons you should leave, but you were addicted to the feeling, to him.

[sluttywonwoo]

waking up hoshi while he’s VERY clearly having a sex dream about you by pulling down the sheets, pulling his already hard cock out of his sweatpants and taking him in your mouth

*contains consensual somno

you’re not sure what time it is when you’re jolted awake by your boyfriend’s sleep-talking but it’s still dark outside. once you’ve calmed down from the initial shock and your eyes have adjusted, you roll over onto your side so that you can check on him.

you’d always found soonyoung’s sleep-talking cute. you often find yourself gazing at him fondly as he babbles about nothing, watching his chest rise and fall with his breaths until you drift off again. it’s one of those little things that makes you fall in love with him all over again.

you smile to yourself and snuggle up closer to soonyoung so that you can hear what he has to say— to make fun of him when he wakes up of course, only to freeze when you hear him moan instead. you think you must be hearing things but then he does it again and scrunches up his face like he does when you blow him.

must be some dream.

before you can overthink it or let the opportunity pass you by, you’re carefully peeling back the covers and straddling his legs, thumbs slipping into the waistband of his boxers. he sleeps shirtless so once you’ve got his underwear off he’s completely naked and at your mercy.

you watch as his half-hard cock twitches against his stomach. the sight alone is enough to have you pressing your thighs together in search of some relief but you ignore your own neediness in favor of your boyfriend’s, who was beginning to sound desperate.

“i’ll take care of you, baby. don’t worry.”

gently, you lean forward and take his cock into your mouth, letting the tip glide past your lips just slightly before you’re running your tongue along the underside to lubricate it. soonyoung stirs briefly but doesn’t wake up.

it isn’t until you’ve coaxed him to full hardness and started playing with his balls that he moans your name for the first time. he bucks his hips a little as he does it and you have to press your hand against his tummy to keep him still.

he’s somewhere in between sleep and consciousness, slowly succumbing to the latter as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.

you jump when you feel his hand on your hair, nearly choking on soonyoung’s dick in surprise.

“i knew my dream was too good to be just a dream.” his voice is gravelly with sleep and it makes you moan around his length. “fuck, angel, what’d i do to deserve this?”

you let your hands take over for your mouth as you explain it to him. “you were moaning in your sleep. thought you could use a little help.”

his head falls back onto the pillow as he groans. “god, remind me to have sex dreams about you more often, then.”

“so it was about me?”

“‘course, who else would i dream about?”

“i dunno, you can’t really control your dreams.”

“i guess my subconscious just knows how in love i am with you.”

you’d normally quip back with something smart but you’ve already got your mouth wrapped around his cock again so you settle for rolling your eyes.

soonyoung chuckles and tangles a hand in your hair to control your pace, muttering profanities under his breath.

“i’m sorry i woke you up but i hope you’re not too tired, baby… because there’s no way we’re going back to sleep after this.”

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Disguised screams

So welcome to my first fic ever, and honestly, there will not be many since I suck at writing but thank you for checking this out, and thanks to Levi for all his help.

Male reader X Miyawaki Sakura

length: 1100 words 

tags: Quckie, Exhibitionism, oral 

Sakura has had this naughty look on her face the whole morning, and it's making you suspicious. Either you’re in trouble or she’s about to do something very naughty. Throughout the day in your home, you would encounter her and just have the same thoughts till you finally walked into her room and learned what it was all about 

“Kkura, doing something like this is just asking for trouble. We really shouldn’t.”

“Sweetie, don't you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, but I just know how noisy you are when we have sex.” 

“Baby, you don't have to worry. Just make sure you enjoy yourself and I will as well.”

Before you can even say anything, she has already taken your hand and pushed you near her desk.

Sakura pulls off her pants and underwear then sits in her chair. With no other choice but to follow along, you enter her desk from behind and find a box full of her toys. 

“Hi guys, this is Miyawaki Sakura! 

So Sakura must have started her stream already.

“So today I will be playing the new Resident Evil game that came out. I will give you all a big warning that I am a scaredy-cat so if I am screaming all the time, don’t be surprised.” 

You figure that’s how she’ll be hiding the real reasons for her screams then.

For the next 25 minutes, you just sit underneath the desk, still nervous about this, until Sakura grabs your hair and points at her pussy 

Are you really going to do this?

Sakura pulls herself closer to your face until your lips touch her. The scent that hits your face is intoxicating and starts to brainwash you, You think “Fuck it, let’s do this.”

Your mouth opens and you bring out your tongue to lick her folds slowly. You open her more and start to tongue fuck her. Her taste is one of your favorite things in the world, sweeter than anything you've ever had in your life. At this point you are surprised you don't have an addition to just eating her 24/7  

Sakura jumps from the constant licks but continues to keep a calm face as she continues to play her game. 

“Ahhhh! Oh, sorry, I thought that was gonna be a jump scare,’ she explains when fans asks her why she's so jittery

You stop for a second and pull out one of her small egg vibrators, starting it up on her thigh. 

You do small kisses behind the spot you were before you reach her pussy once again, your mouth tasting her folds. 

Her legs shake as you bring her the pleasure she wanted. The little jerks from her legs hit you at times but you plan to up the ante. The little egg then enters her folds as the vibrations start to make her vocal. 

“Oh wow, this is really good.” 

Hearing that nearly makes you laugh since the viewers don't know what she is really talking about. 

Seeing this is another chance to play with her, Your tongue swipes up to her clit while the small vibrator continues buzzing quietly in her pussy. 

You bring your tongue all around her clit while boosting the speed of the vibrator to bring her closer and closer to her peak. 

Right as you see you are about to make her cum, she pulls the vibrator out and pushes you away from her. 

You look up at her, and she just waves her hand quickly at you. 

“Oh, this part of the game is a bit boring and silent. I wonder if something will happen soon.” 

Now you understand: it would’ve been suspicious if she screamed at that moment. 

Patiently, you wait until enough time passes so that you can bring your tongue back to her clit without worry, flicking it around. Then, you nibble a bit on it, making Sakura jump again. Her hands should be staying on her keyboard but they keep coming down to you to push you back at moments and pull you back in later. 

After these repeated motions from her for a bit you get tired so you wait till she pulls you in one last time.

This time, you’re not stopping, so you bring your finger up and push two of them right into her as she almost kicks you. Her walls start to clench around your fingers since she has been so close to her high for a while now.

“Guys, this game is scary. I think we are about to get to a jump scare.” 

Time to speed it up then.

While you bring your fingers in and out at the speed you know she loves despite her gripping you as tight as possible inside. With Sakura now approaching her climax you decide to make sure it happens this time and eat her for one final time. 

“OH MY GOD, A GHOST! IS HE GONNA DO SOMETHING?” 

With your last bit of strength you can put in your hands, your speed goes crazy and nonstop till you hear Sakura scream reaching down with her hands to pull your hair. 

As she pushes you in more and more her pussy starts to squirt to your surprise but you have never been more turned on in your life as well.  

You open your mouth and welcome her juices like it's the best drink in the world. 

Looking up, you see Sakura breathing heavily and shaking her whole body, so you do some small kisses on her legs till she calms down. 

“Okay guys, I think this game is way too scary so I'm gonna end the stream. Bye everyone! 

Once you hear those last words, Sakura takes off her headset and stands up. 

“I almost came when nothing was happening in the game!”

“Kkura, you were the one who wanted to do this. I don't wanna hear any complaining.” 

Sakura walks over with a naughty smile on her face

“Hmmm, you’re right. Just having an orgasm with people watching me live was so hot.”

Sakura then pulls you closer and kisses you aggressively. You’re not sure how much time passes till you’re both gasping for air and laughing. 

“Fine. I gotta admit it was kinda fun to do that, but it's way too risky to do again, okay?” 

“Hmph, fine no more orgasms live on stream but you better make it up to me.”  Sakura smirks at you, so you quickly pick her up and throw her on the bed.

“Ok then, Sakura. Let me make it up to you then.” 

[ophidianthoughts]

Ohhhhhh...

That hit a nerve. That hit a nerve! Eaten by regret and guilt, annoyed enough at the ordeal, feeling like he had gone too far, only to find him with the...

Same

Trash

Attitude!

It wasn't enough that his mind would give the king of hell no rest, not enough that he even slept badly with nightmares and remorse. Adam was refusing to eat, and doing so in the most aggravating of ways. Food had he served him, expecting that his brain had at least associated the bit of kindness he was showing.

Now would be a moment to calm down and try to have a decent conversation with the man. But after it took so much bravery to finally face the other, his majesty felt that his disdain nerve had swollen. The mention of the past didn't help. Biting the inside of his cheek then lip, tonguing the inside cheek, nodding.

Then clicking his tongue.

"So, that's how we're playing isn't it?" A smile sickly sweet that couldn't hide the lip lift of disdain. "That's how you want to go? I thought we could talk...but no, not with Adam, there's no conversation for you is there?"

The shorter man went up the chair and to the table where he sat right.in.front.of.him. Face to face. Elbows on his legs and chin on his fists, legs open as he kept giving the caged bird his sickly sucrose smile.

"You must eat! It isn't a should at this point. It's a you will!" Emphasis on some words with a speaking grin flashing his sharp teeth in a passive-aggressive way.

"And if you won't eat it comfortably and willingly like the smart guy you are, I guess we'll have to go another way."

With a wave of the hand, a steaming round big clay plate of chicken pot pie appeared, right in the space between the knees of Lucifer, his legs dangling on the table.

"Shall we eat?"

He could hear the stomach of the ex-exorcist growling, he MUST indeed eat. If not by himself then he'd make sure he would.

"You have no idea how much love I put into cooking such delicious plates for you, but still you ignore my efforts, isn't it? Are you worried you'll choke on it? Don't worry, I'm here, if need be I'll unstuck it from your throat..." He spoke like the most scorned wife.

His gloved claw pointed at where Adam's apple remained.

"...so, shall we dig in?"

Now his hands were placed at the edges of the table like a schoolgirl, but it was the king of hell in his irritated splendor.

One of his hands lifts and next thing he's (surprise) pulling the horns of Adam's helmet and shoving his face right on that pie. Straight to it, his second hand now taking hold of the other horn, keeping him there, right between his knees, face first on the steaming food. The king looked down at him as if expecting the other to claw at his legs, scratch them, and start hearing the bubbling of grasping for air. And when that happened he pulled him up, chicken, veggies, and sauce all over the other's mask, sliding and steaming.

The hand of Lucifer still gripped that horn, the second hand now on his thigh as he analyzed the heavenly beast in front of him. Eyes heavy-lidded, the lower lip pursed into a bite. A small head shake, slow, as his serpent eyes looked all around the other's mask, close to the face of Adam.

"For Hell, Adam..." whispery. "You've never looked more delicious than today. Covered in some...delightful homemade chicken pot pie sauce."

He could lick his face up he swears. And that's exactly what he does, licks his cheek ever so lightly from some of that sauce.

Smiles...

"Still warm." A sound of gluttonous pleasure. "...fuck I'm good at cooking, wouldn't you say so? Want to try again to check?"

The snake eyes of Lucifer look down at the exorcist mask-shaped hole on the steaming pie and then back at Adam. Sharper now.

"So...dig in? Let's have...another taste of it, yeah?"

And there goes the wingless bird again, face planted on the pie. His majesty even shakes the other's head on it a bit, tight hold by the horn. Legs spreading more.

His cheeks flushed some...the red circle on them gaining a soft gleaming hue of crimson taint. Chest heaving some...getting hot from the view. It was just Adam's helmeted head shoved on a chicken pot pie...between his legs. Something about it just clicked.

And that's when the ruler of hell quickly lets go and jumps off the table turning away from the other.

"You...got the memo, right...eat, you're not a heaven bird anymore. Even if you still have some heavenly touches you're more human now than before. You'll need the strength."

There's a very faint perfume that emanates from the serpent-fallen one. Sweet and savory at the same time, to describe it in kitchen ways. But it's something that Lucifer tries to hide by standing in his typical proper royalty stance, back to his formal pose, hands behind his back after fixing his ...in this case, work shirt.

"Do you understand?"

He still didn't turn to the other...

...knowing there was at least one thing he'd notice.

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The fizzles of heat administered along the shivering slope of his back as the threads of flesh began to knit back together is mutely noted, though it does little to stifle the self smothered sounds of seething helplessness from escaping the balled up former visage of a celestial army's cornerstone. Light vibrations from the muzzle on his soul's ampage output sounds in pitiful putters beneath the beckon of claws both careful in mending as they were destroying. A twinge of blackened pain like an endless pit in his stomach earned a shudder as the skin seemed to reach out for a reunion with the sawed off ends of the wings that slid over as if to fasten back only for the bruising blow of a firm stomp to reverberate throughout his shoulders as the flesh slowly formed rough and ruined over their connective points.

He'd reach out with a twitching talon towards the nearest one, tip barely brushing the end of a primary feather as if it were the same touch of that brought about his creation. The subsequent throb of the sealed skin doesn't dissuade his reach - merely intensifies it with a grimace and grappling and reaching. Hadn't he been through this before to know better? To reach after the fading image of his first 'wife' and a supposed 'friend' as they disappeared into the shadows beyond the garden gate? All while he lay with a broken branch beneath him and a broken rib inside of him, pleading for them to wait-

[Don't do this- you can't...!

Reverberations of pain in his side coinciding with the severing of frail, feathered bone from flared shoulders.]

But they didn't wait. And neither did his captor carrying his wings out of the room when he reached out as if a few handfuls of grabbed air and a closed and shaking fist would be enough to convince him to put him back together the way he was. Even if that was exactly what the other had done despite the uncomfortable reality of shouldering humanity broken on the floor.

He'd remain there- healed yet crippled into the compliance of just another inanimate object or piece of furniture in the room for three days without so much as a sneeze. When he finally has the wherewithall to shift, it's cautiously as if he anticipates the sharp heel of that boot to just be there pinning him like a skewered butterfly to the spot. A whole day is spent testing the limits of what he thinks is his allowance of space before still more follow with him inching ever closer to the window. Always on the floor because each time he thought to stand, his balance without the familiar flutter of his stolen appendages quickly wobbles out from under him.

It's only after a week and a half that he manages to sink his talons into a wall and use it to walk along the edges of the room, stopping on occasion to inspect what he manages to come across on the way to the only natural light source in the enclosure. He loiters around a guitar propped on the plaster, carved of blackened wood and set with strings likely fashioned from the tendons of some hell beast. He'd bring it to his final roosting spot near the window, finding it's form distasteful and its infernal tuning no where near as capable as his axe, but it's not like he has that at his disposal now. Doesn't even have the route between his soul and the string's reverberations to project past a simple acoustic endeavor. Still...it's enough. Music was a lot of things among angels- it was the means of translating the inner indecipherable workings of the soul. Likely why his gritty riffs hardly earned him a place in any choir up top since only the Exorcists seemed to share the same melody making capabilities that complimented his the most. Birds of a feather and all that shit . Of course, music was also a way to express the length of neverending joys. But for him in that moment in the window, it was more of a way to soothe frazzled nerves that not even flesh mending magic could stich back together.

"-the sun don't wait for someone like me, who's got more wants than needs..." Through the night he'd warble periodically while playing around with the infernal instrument's knobs until finally at the beak of hell's red dawn, he'd gotten it as close to a divine emittance than it could physically go, which was meager enough to lightly graze the shallow heat of his soul on every sixteenth strum or so. "So I'll sit still...as seasons move on. Though I hate to watch'em-" A faint echo of heaven in hell- translated through lips of the dusty, red Earth. "-leave. I hate to watch'em...leave."

Several months in captivity, and he's still refusing the hot meals that appear in the room. It's not like angels need to eat, but he'd clearly not missed any meals in heaven regardless. He'd been through enough famines outside of the garden to know when stuffing his face was a need both indulgent as it was therapeutic to frazzled nerves gathered throughout the work day. Still, he sat by the window with his helmet planted against the glass and a talon boredly curling around a noodle from the plate of spaghetti set beside him from the night prior. Cold already...likely with meatballs made of his ground up wings if he had to guess what that absolute psychopath would serve him.

Still twirling idly as he sendes the other enter the room after...well it's not like he knows how long he's been there. But from the subtly gaunt appearance of his jaw beneath the mask, it wouldn't be hard to imagine just how long he'd been snubbing meals. Oh well- at least they're no longer splattered against the wall like a projectile shot of paintballs. A self serving sigh is the response the suggestion receives without him ever even turning around to assess what the other meant. Chin propped on his other hand, he rests his eyes as the light disappears from his cracked face briefly before slits of yellow study the sprig of fallen-camelia tapping the window pane.

"...yeah, because it was soooooo 'good' for me the first time." Though a painful gurgle in his stomach seems to disagree with him. More man presenting than his wings allowed, it seemed to have awakened that frantic post Eden hunger in his psyche. No one would be able to tell from the faintly gaunt edges of his jaw he hid under his helmet, but there was no hiding the brewing storm in his mid section, even as he offered a growl of frustration of his own to stifle it before returning his attention to the noodle he kept winding around his talon up to the knuckle.

"...frankly, I'd rather fuck one these steaming piles of shit you call a meal." Crash. The plate smashes as he finally knocks it off the window's ledge with the neutered energy of a cat incapable of seeing any god with it upon a tabletop - except for itself of course.

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Harry is predictable.

He falls into the same patterns during every tour since he was on the Up All Night with One Direction.

The excitement that comes with the first couple of shows begins to fade as he starts his world wide tour that doesn’t end for nearly eight months.

His constant adrenaline wears off and his exhaustion from not having toured in two years settles deep in his bones.

YN senses it from a mile away, has nearly eleven years experience dealing with her jet-lagged, exhausted, and stubborn husband.

It hits the day of the Philadelphia show, they got in late the night before, and YN always set her alarm for seven thirty in the morning to workout.

Ninety-five percent of the time, Harry got up with her and they either did a jog around the new city or they took advantage of the in-hotel gym.

Four percent of the time, he would whine and tug the comforter over his head, whimpering, “M’too tired, baby. Stay in bed w’me.”

And then the one percent, which was today.

The alarm emits a low, constant beep that rouses YN, in the time she takes to rub her eye and come back into reality - Harry hisses with a sharp edge, “Turn tha’ fuckin’ thing off.”

She bites her tongue at his tone, reaching to turn it off but she can already tell what day they’re going to have.

YN slips out from under the covers and automatically gets a comment from her husband, it another whiney demand, “Cover m’feet, y’too the blanket off them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” YN replies reproachfully, rearranging the blankets before quietly moving around the room to change.

“Stop makin’ so much noise.”

“Turn off tha’ light.”

“S’too early f’this, d’you not care that m’tired?”

She chooses to ignore the remarks, hoping that he can sleep off the attitude.

When YN is about to leave, he grumbles, “Y’need to kiss me goodbye.”

Harry purses his lips for a soft kiss, not moving a muscle, and after that - she leaves to head down to the gym.

YN is required a body guard, definitely when she isn’t with Harry or a group of people, and she decided not to follow those rules today.

She had her TPWK water bottle in hand, a cute workout set on ***, and her AirPods tucked in her ear with some Spice Girls playing.

It’s only about twenty minutes into her exercise, a light jog on the treadmill, that a young girl slips up beside the machine.

YN is kind, stopping the belt to smile for a selfie before the girl scampers off and she resumes her run - music blasting.

However, what YN didn’t know, is that fans had found out early in the morning which hotel they where at and a hoard was rushing towards the small gym.

It’s not even ten minutes later when a swarm of fans in rushing into the work area, lining up around her machine with their phones flashing and recording.

She tries to be nice, “Hey! Uh, I’m just trying to workout. I’m sorry, but no pictures please.”

Then there is loud protest and people shoving each other, begging and pleading for a selfie or for her to sign something - all because she was Harry’s wife.

There is literally no exit to escape to, so she relents and anxiously calls Frank - one of the body guards - to come retrieve her.

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The whole way back up to her hotel room, Frank is lecturing her about safety and how she could have gotten hurt.

And when he scans the keycard for her hotel room, she feels her stomach drop because Harry is sat against the kitchen counter.

His brown locks are rumpled and going every which way, just in his briefs that are low on his narrow hips, and absolutely irate expression on his face.

“Are y’fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Harry snaps, brow furrowed and jaw clenched - his arms were crossed tightly against his chest.

“Good morning to you, sunshine,” YN mutters, shutting the door and kicking off her tennis shoes to the side.

“Don’t,” Harry replies sourly, “Please explain t’me why I get woken up by Frank to be told y’getting mobbed in the gym? And y’didn’t to call him.”

YN bristles at his tone, giving him a pointed look as she steps further into the room, “It’s not a big deal. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Y’right about that, y’weren’t thinkin’. It is a big deal, y’could have gotten hurt - shouldn’t have t’babysit m’own wife,” Harry huffs, stomping back over to the bed and sliding back under the covers.

“You better watch your tone-“

They’re interrupted with a knock to their door, Harry throws the covers over his head and leaves YN to open the door.

It’s Jeff, who barges in with a coffee in one hand, “Come on, H. Did you forget? You have soundcheck early today and then you have to meet with FullStop to review the details of that new merchandise contract.”

“No, move it,” The popstar groans, muffled from the heavy blankets over him, and his manager and wife give each other a knowing look.

“We can’t. Get up, we need to leave in fifteen,” Jeff replies casually, unbothered as he sips from his to-go mug.

It has Harry dramatically ripping off the covers and getting out of bed, as he charges off towards the bathroom, he shouts backwards, “Wish someone would have fuckin’ told me! Like m’manager or m’wife!”

“Oh my god, here we go,” YN groans quietly to Jeff, snatching up the few things she needs for the venue as well as Harry’s and shoving them in his duffle.

He comes out a few moments later, dressed in running shorts and a vintage Queen shirt - going to tug on his Nikes without a word to either.

But in true Harry fashion, even when he’s mad, he’s still a gentleman. He slips the duffle off his wife’s shoulder so she doesn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you,” She murmurs but he avoids eye contact, being the first to open the hotel room and trudge towards the awaiting car.

It’s a quiet ride, Harry looks out the window with a deep frown and puffy eyes - eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

Usually, he’d be curled into YN - snuggling as close as possible and asking for her to pet his hair to soothe him.

Not today. But he does have his hand on her thigh.

There’s already fans at the arena and Harry doesn’t acknowledge them - keeps his head down and walks quickly into the private entrance past the barricades.

When a irritated fan screams, “Asshole! We waited all night here for you!”

YN watches as Harry goes to turn, to say something but she pushes him forward through the door to prevent him from doing something he’d regret when wasn’t in a foul mood.

They manage through the long hallways, filled with bustling tour crew, and everybody there to make the show happen.

Sound check isn’t as fun as it usually is, the band stays low-key when Harry does exactly what he needs to do and nothing more.

And after the merch meeting, Harry has reached his limit apparently.

He was so tired, so fucking moody that he couldn’t deal with anymore human interaction.

YN has to step in when she gets a text from Harry Lambert.

Come get your husband. Sarah’s Kitchen.

She sighs, excusing herself from hanging out with Jeff and Glenne - she can hear him from the hallway and now she’s finally get irritated.

“I asked for that specific brand. It’s literally one of the only things I’ve asked for on this tour.”

YN takes a deep breathe before stepping in, there are crew trying not to stare as Harry complains to Sarah about something unimportant.

“Harry,” She says flatly, “Come on.”

He snatches his water bottle and follows his wife out without another word, trailing behind until they end up in his dressing room.

“You need to stop. You’re being a literal nightmare today,” YN tells him, watching him as he digs in the duffle.

“Where is m’charger? Did y’not pack it?” He ignores her words.

“I must have forgot. Harry, I know you’re tired but you can’t be treating everyone like-“

Harry pushes back the bag, seething for no reason, “I’ll treat people however the fuck I want!”

“You’re acting like a spoiled popstar right now,” YN replies, attempting to stay level-headed and calm with him.

“S’my show! M’tour!”

“Yes and everyone is here to support you and you’re treating them like shit. Including me, I’m your wife - the one person in the world that’s here for you no matter what and you’re being downright mean.”

“Y’so fuckin’ sensitive,” Harry mutters angrily, digging around to try to find a charger in a different bag.

And…that stung a bit.

When he doesn’t get a response, he looks up and notices how her demeanor had changed - it brings him back to reality for a little bit.

“I’m not going to stay here and be talked to like that because you don’t feel good. I’ll leave you alone because you are being insufferable.”

“Bab-“

YN is already out the door, storming back to Sarah’s kitchen to apologize for her husband’s diva behavior and everyone shrugs her off - knowing it’s not her fault.

She is sat down with the band and a few others when her husband saunters in, he doesn’t look at anyone else as he walks up to his wife.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He mumbles, his warm hand coming to cup her shoulder.

“Harry,” YN says back, they’ve been together for so long that those words are all she needs to say for him to formulate a response.

“Come nap w’me please, need you. I’ll apologize t’you,” Harry says, his palm encompassing and big on her.

“Harry,” She repeats.

The crew looks on in amusement as Harry huffs, he lifts his head and speaks loudly to the room at once, “I apologize for my behavior. I have no excuse for getting upset like I have been today. I hope you guys can forgive me.”

Everyone assures him that they forgive him, most of them have dealt with actual spoiled celebrities and Harry was just having a bad day (which still really wasn’t that bad.)

“Okay, come on, bunny,” YN agrees, satisfied and can’t help but smile a bit when she stands up and Harry automatically intertwines their fingers to hold her hand.

The sofa in his dressing room folds out to be a bed and they still had hours before the show.

Once they’ve locked the doo and settled down on the mattress - they’re both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” Harry whispers, “I haven’t been very nice t’you today. I was just upset about the gym thing and just being so tired.”

YN hums, combing throwing his fluffy curls with her fingers as his hands explore over her hips and belly like always.

“You always get like this every once in a while on tour, like a little spoiled popstar,” YN says softly, no sharpness in her tone, “You also need to be nice to your wife.”

“M’always nice t’my wife,” He mumbles childishly, leaning forward to nip at her chin, “I am sorry, know tha’ when I act like that it embarrasses you.”

“You’re better than acting like that,” YN reminds him, allowing him to tug her into his warm, now bare chest, “I’m never gonna let you turn into some fame monster. You’re gonna stay the kind, funny, compassionate person I met when I was young.”

And when YN doesn’t get a reply, she glances to see Harry’s eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically and his entire face relaxes as he sleeps.

“Still my boy,” YN murmurs lovingly, nuzzling before letting sleep overtake her.

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