#bernthirstextravaganza

[kwistowee]

KASTLE = FAMILY

[chelseasdagger]

JON BERNTHAL + LAYERS

[chellestrash]

Cell Block D

this year im thankful for the fact that one day @chelseasdagger thought it would be a good idea to show me this scene and introduce me to Frank

[bernthalized]

JON BERNTHAL - PORNSTACHE PARADISE collab with amazing @darlingshane

[anna-hawk]

🪒 THE MUSTACHE ACCIDENT 🪒

Relationship: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 739 Summary: It's all in the title really Prompt: Celebrate, kiss

I'm ending the year with a special dedication to the @pornstache-club. I'm still not into it, but Jon as Blake in “The Unforgivable” has warmed me to the idea of Jon with a mustache. @darlingshane mentioned how he looks a lot like Frank, and since I agree, I decided to give Frank a mustache. Forgive me, all you fellow stache haters XD. Happy New Year, Everyone!

You're in the kitchen and finishing the preparations of tonight's dessert when you hear Frank walking in, bare feet tapping on the wooden floor.

“Need any more help or can I go shave now?” He asks from behind you.

“Shave?” You whip around, spatula in hand, some pastry cream flying off it and to the ground. “Crap,” you mumble as you squat to wipe the drop away.

Standing, you find Frank watching you with raised eyebrows and an amused expression.

“Why would you shave?” You ask again, putting the utensils away for now.

“Maybe so our friends can see my face?” Frank chuckles, scratching over his beard, which, admittedly, has gotten rather long.

“People can see your face just fine… But you could… trim it?”

“Nah, that would take forever to get just right. And it's startin' to itch a bit anyway.”

“But…” You trail off, not knowing what else to say to make him change his mind.

“It'll grow back, you know.” He approaches you and puts his hands on your lower waist; you lift yours to put them on his shoulders. “I'll give you more beard-burn next year,” Frank grins with a knowing look, making you slap at his chest with a playful gasp of outrage.

“Fine… if you must.” You sigh dramatically and push him towards the bathroom, the man chuckling as he walks off.

You resume working on the dessert while you hear the beard trimmer buzzing to life. You don’t know how much time passes, but you’ve just put the cake in the fridge, when Frank comes back.

“Hey, how about I keep this for tonight?”

You had already been turning towards him while he’d been speaking, so you burst out into loud laughter even before he’d finished his sentence.

“What have you done?” You wheeze, staring with wide eyes at Frank with… a goddamn mustache.

Frank’s eyebrows lift as you keep giggling, a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds, but it’s rather useless.

“I meant it as a joke, but it’s not that bad.” Frank strokes his index and thumb over the mustache, from one end to the other, in a swiping motion.

“Frank,” you snort. “It’s a pornstache, is what it is.”

You laugh even harder at your own observation and see Frank mouth the word “pornstache” with a frown.

Frank rolls his eyes with a snort.

“Alright, Smartass. Gonna shave it off before you come up with any more names for it.” Frank turns on his heels and walks back to the bathroom.

“You’d have been a hit in 80s porn,” you shout after him, wiping tears from the corner of your eyes while you still laugh sporadically.

“Funny,” Frank deadpans in answer, making you snort again.

It’s barely two minutes later when Frank comes back with an expression halfway between amusement and exasperation.

“Looks like I’m gonna greet our guests like this.” He waves a hand in front of his still mustache clad face. “The battery’s dead and it takes at least an hour to charge enough for me to get rid of this.”

You blink a few times as you take that information in. Your friends are supposed to arrive in two hours, and you hadn’t finished preparing the table and drinks yet, things you’d intended to do with Frank.

“So this is the face I’m going to have to kiss to welcome the new year?”

“You don’t have to.” Frank crosses his arms and looks down with a shrug.

You look properly at Frank now that you know that the mustache was going to stay until at least the next day. You usually don’t like them. You love beards and Frank’s in particular, but a mustache doesn’t fit every man. You let your eyes drift over Frank’s hair, slightly longer than he wears it most of the time, the soft strands having been casually combed back by his hand. The night blue Henley he’s wearing highlights his skin and suddenly, seeing his searching eyes and his fingers swiping over the facial hair hesitatingly, you can’t help but smile fondly.

“You know what?” You say as you approach him, linking your hands behind his neck to get his attention. “I actually don’t mind it. It’s still your face, and I love it… You.”

The small smile playing at his lips echos on your face before Frank leans in to kiss you sweetly.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

[bernthirst-events]

BERNTHIRST EXTRAVAGANZA 2021

We’re happy to announce our second event of the year! We wanted to make something special, and for this event you can reflect on anything you’ve enjoyed during 2021. It doesn’t necessarily have to be related to things that were released during this year, if you’ve watched the punisher for the 1st or 10th time you can use that as well.

I’ve added some prompts at the end of the post that you can use if you need inspiration but you can totally come up with your own.

FANWORKS: You can create any type of art (Fanart, Fanfic, Gifs, Graphics, Videos, Photosets, Moodboards, Essays, Reviews, etc.)

DO I NEED TO SIGN UP? No, just enter at anytime between December 25 - December 31.

WHERE TO POST: On tumblr and/or in our Collection at AO3: BernthirstExtravaganza2021. (If you don’t have any of those and still want to participate, contact us so we can find a solution.)

DEADLINE: December 25 to December 31.

POSTING GUIDELINES:

All fanworks must be Jon Bernthal related.

All works must be new and by you.

Reposting/Reusing other users’ work is not allowed (I’ve seen a lot of this lately and we’ll ignore any post that we deem as such.)

No character or ship bashing.

Tag accordingly if your work contents tw.

Use the tag: BernthirstExtravaganza so we can see it.

CONTACT THE MODS: Our asks are open. You can contact either of us (@anna-hawk or @darlingshane), or check out the discord server.

Help us spread the word by reblogging this post! And don’t forget to follow so you don’t miss any updates and reminders.

SUGGESTED PROMPTS BELOW

Jon in 2021: Those Who Wish Me Dead, Small Engine Repair, The Premise, The Many Saints of Newark, King Richard, The Unforgivable...

Favorites: Top Jon looks, Favorite Photos, Best Movie, Favorite 2021 Character/Movie/Moment...

Day to Day Prompts for fics, graphics, gifs... December 25: Christmas, Presents, Joy. December 26: Drink, Friends, Bright. December 27: Pet, Date, Cuddle. December 28: Prank, Share, Annoying. December 29: Trip, Chill, Cloudy. December 30: Tender, Lonely, Surprise. December 31: Fireworks, Kiss, Celebrate.

[lucy-sky]

BERNTHIRST EXTRAVAGANZA 2021

December 26: Drink, Friends, Bright - for Terrance Swaino

[darlingshane]

JON BERNTHAL REWIND 2021

[kwistowee]

KASTLE + FORBIDDEN TAGS inspiration

[kwistowee]

FRANK CASTLE + FORBIDDEN TAGS inspiration

[kwistowee]

FRANK CASTLE | DAREDEVIL 2.13 Some profile love for @bernthalus-christ

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal in suits 2021

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal as Chase Milbrandt in THE PREMISE (1.02) A Moment of Silence

[anna-hawk]

👄 PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS 👄

Relationship: Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader Fandom: The Walking Dead Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3038

Additional tags: Christmas Smut – Established Relationship – Slice of Life – mention of semi public sex – Teasing – Reader is a little shit – Blow Jobs – Deepthroating – Dom/sub Undertones – Orgasm Denial – Dirty Talk

Summary: You're stuck in traffic with Shane two days before Christmas. You're bored and start teasing Shane by suggesting you find “other ways” to distract yourself. Shane shows you what he thinks of your behavior.

A/N: Since it's usually not something I do in my fics, I prefer to warn that Shane uses a certain term for Reader here, but only once. It's part of the dirty talk and obviously not meant as an insult at all. Quite the opposite.

You can also read it on AO3

“Oh, for God’s sake. Get a fuckin’ move on.” Shane slams his whole palm over the car horn, the pickup honking loudly for several seconds before Shane lifts his hand again.

“You realize that’s pointless, right? We can’t even see the beginning of the line,” you huff irritably, your face returning to normal after it had scrunched up at the noise of the honking.

“Yeah, well, sorry if I’m a little on edge after being stuck for-” He looks at the time on the dashboard. “Thirty goddamn minutes in a fuckin’ mall traffic jam.”

“Maybe if we’d left when I said we should, we wouldn’t be here,” you snap, as you try to see further along the line before crossing your arms when you’re unsuccessful.

“Hey, it ain’t my fault my shift lasted longer.” Shane points an accusing finger towards you.

“If you’d called or texted me, I’d just gone on my own, and I’d be already back home.” You lean into his space and wave a hand around in annoyance.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“You should still have warned me and-” you started loudly.

“I fuckin’ tried. Your phone was dead, remember?” Shane throws his arms in the air for emphasis.

“We have a fixed-line too!” You yell in his face.

You stare each other down, breathing fast and the tension high, as you expect the other one to back off.

Finally, you deflate and sigh loudly.

“I’m sorry.” You lean a temple against the headrest and close your eyes.

You hear Shane sigh too before he speaks.

“Yeah, me too. This just…” he trails off, but you nod anyway as you open your eyes again, understanding just fine.

“Yeah… I know.” You put a hand over his on the gear stick and give it a gentle squeeze.

Shane lifts your joined hands to his lips to press a kiss to yours. The line moves forward a few cars, and you both sigh dejectedly when it stops once more.

“Next year, I’m buyin’ all presents online. And if I can't find it there, well, the person will have to go without a gift,” Shane grouses as he rubs an irritated palm over his head.

“Even if it’s for Carl?” You chuckle lightly, knowing you’ve got him when you see Shane’s nostrils flare and his lips purse.

“Shit… Fine. Next year, I’ll buy everythin’ in November.”

You utter a loud laugh, both at Shane’s resolute face, but also because you know that you’ll probably be back here next year, stuck inside a mall traffic line two days before Christmas.

As more time passes, with the line moving up only a couple of cars every few minutes, exasperation, and boredom hit you. Your mind starts wandering to distract yourself – you know that Shane is too annoyed to really want to chat – until an image becomes clearer in your head and makes you grin.

“Such a pity that so many cars and people are around us,” you comment as you stare out the windows and look at people returning to their cars or leaving them to enter the mall.

You turn your head towards Shane, who’s watching you with a curious expression, one eyebrow lifted in question. You smirk and reach over the center console to cup his crotch; no misunderstanding possible this way. Shane’s breath catches and his back straightens at your unexpected touch.

“Don’ tease me, Darlin’. I’m already riled up enough as is,” he warns, but you can only laugh under your breath at the way his eyes darken.

“It would only be teasing if I didn’t go through with it.” You stroke your thumb over the spot where you feel his head, making Shane tighten his jaw.

“You can’t,” he says firmly, taking hold of your hand and putting it on his thigh instead and keeping it there. “So keep your hands to yourself.”

You lean into him, over the center console, and can’t help grinning at the way his head turns to face you and his eyes narrow as he watches you suspiciously.

“Doesn’t it turn you on, even just a bit?” You lower your voice. “Passersby, only having to look into the car for a second to see me taking you down my throat.”

Shane’s jaw works as he grits his teeth, but he doesn’t budge when you move forward some more to reach an earlobe and nibble on it.

“You could even hold my head down if you wanted. Keep me right there, around your hard dick, until you come. Not a drop would make it out of my mouth.”

The hand around yours tightens, while the other goes into your hair to pull you back and meet Shane’s wild gaze. You can only gasp at the treatment, your eyes widening at his expression.

“That sight is only for me, got it?” His voice is a low and raspy whisper, making you shiver and swallow quickly. “This mouth?” He lets go of your hand – which you keep in place, knowing that moving it back where you first had it wasn’t a good idea right now – and uses his thumb to tug your lower lip down. “Is mine to watch as I stretch it wide with my dick. Are we clear?”

You don’t know if you should talk back or back off and end up opting for the middle ground.

“Loud and clear, Deputy,” you say slowly, breathless from the way his intense eyes and his words arouse you.

Shane sucks his front teeth, the corner of his eyes jumping for a second before letting go of you entirely. He lets your hand on his thigh, however. You have to fight to keep it there now, but the honk from the car behind you makes you both jump. You realize that during your conversation, the line has moved significantly.

“Oops,” you giggle, to which you get a snort and a roll of Shane’s eyes as he puts the car back into drive.

Thankfully, it takes only five more minutes for you to finally reach the exit and drive onto the highway that leads back home, both you and Shane heaving a sigh of relief.

As Shane drives in silence, you keep throwing him glances, while biting at the nail of your thumb, your body still feeling the effect of his words.

“I can hear you thinking from here,” Shane says after a while, his eyes focused on the road, but an amused smile is playing on his lips. “Keep those hands to yourself.”

You realize that your hands are fidgeting in your lap and laugh.

“Can you blame me?”

“You’re the one who started it, Darlin’.”

“Maybe, but you didn’t have to add all those… things you said.” You bite into the fleshy part of your lower lip as you remember his exact words.

“That turn you on, hm?”

You lick your lips this time.

“Maybe.”

Shane snorts and nods his head a few times, while one of his hands leaves the steering wheel to rub the palm over the soft bulge in his pants, your eyes tracing his movements.

“Yeah, thought so.” You hear him say.

Your eyes snap back to his face and meet his knowing stare. It seems like you’ve been looking for slightly longer and more intently than you’d thought. You shoot him a grin and look back down.

“Don’t even think about it. Not if you wanna make it home,” Shane warns at your hungry gaze.

“I won’t do anything, but you can’t stop my thoughts, Shane.” You wink with an impish grin. “Want me to share?”

The fingers of one of Shane’s hands tap restlessly against the top of the steering wheel.

“No,” he replies after a beat of silence.

You can only laugh at the vehemence behind that one tiny word.

“Are you sure? Because I’ll have you know that waiting in that line for this long has gotten me… hungry.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. What have I told you again and again about you and your mouth?” He throws you a meaningful look before looking forward again. “You like gettin’ into trouble that much?”

“Depends on the trouble… Deputy.” You laugh when Shane takes the turn leading to your town with a bit too much force.

“You little… You have no idea what you’re gettin' yourself into. I’ll have you regret being a little cock tease.”

“Oh please, you love it. Just as much as you love my mouth.”

Shane doesn’t reply, but his jaw keeps jumping as he bites down on nothing. You watch him, but he remains silent, his expression giving nothing away. You hide the shiver that runs through you because you don’t know what to expect from him anymore. Bantering back and forth usually makes it easy for you to know what he’s going to do. When he’s all quiet, though, all bets are off. You keep silent as well, and you get home a few minutes later anyway.

Shane is out the door and opening the trunk a moment later, gathering most of the shopping bags, leaving you with only two. You follow him, wandering about what is going on in his head. Since you have fewer things to carry, you’re the one to open the front door. Shane enters first and heads straight for the kitchen, putting the bags with the groceries on the counter and unpacking the products needing to go into the fridge or freezer.

You start unpacking other items, and decide to wait for Shane to speak first. You’re pulling out some pasta from one of the shopping bags, when Shane moves behind you and grabs a fistful of your hair. You yelp in surprise, not having heard or seen him coming, your head moving back as he pulls. He doesn’t hurt you, but his grip is secure in your hair.

“Now…” he speaks against your ear, voice low and dark. “How about you put your money where your mouth is?”

Your eyes widen, and your knees already begin to shake at the desire to comply while also getting exactly what you wanted. He turns you around, his lips close to yours but not touching. He tugs at your hair again, his intentions clear, and you fold. You kneel in the middle of your kitchen, bags, still unpacked, close to your legs, but your sole attention is on Shane and the large bulge at his crotch. He unbuckles and unzips his jeans with one hand, slapping yours away as you reach up to help.

“Told you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Your retort dies on your lips the moment Shane pulls himself out of his boxers, and you are met with the sight of his mostly hard length. He leaves it there, not touching himself either.

“Tha’s right. Get those lips nice and wet for me,” he rasps, watching as you subconsciously lick over your lips. “Now open that dirty lil’ mouth… Yeah, just like that.”

He guides your head forward, not having to insist at all, as you greedily lean in to suck the head between your lips.

“Ah fuck. You really were hungry for it, huh? Look at ya.” He thrusts in, inch by inch, until he’s at the back of your throat. “Is that what you wanted?”

You moan around him and nod as much as possible with him deep in your mouth. He keeps thrusting shallowly, groaning whenever you choke slightly as he slides in deeper.

“Didn't you say somethin’ about takin’ me down your throat?”

You lift your eyes to his, and press forward as you incline your head in such a way that you can take him deeper. The thing is, Shane isn’t small, being it in girth or in length, so it takes you a bit of work to succeed. It doesn’t seem to bother Shane at all, apparently, the man delighting in the sounds you make around his cock.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Makin’ yourself - ah - choke on my dick.” Shane croons and bends slightly over you to be able to wrap his fingers around your throat. “Come on, take a deep breath.”

Your eyes start watering as he adjusts the position of your head to push in further. Your throat constricts for a moment, making him curse, but then you force yourself to relax so that Shane finally slips all the way in. You can feel your body fighting the intrusion, but you keep dutifully still, hands gripping his pants and your eyes open and wet as you stare up into his face.

“Fuuuuck, yeah. Such a good girl for me. Fuck. I can feel you right here.”

As on reflex, you try to swallow around him, making your throat tighten while you feel his fingers on your skin from the outside. You moan loudly as his praise and his cry of pleasure, before gulping in some hair when he pulls out completely. You whimper from the way he uses you for his pleasure, knowing that you love every bit of it as well. He doesn't let go of your hair and slides the tip against your lips, smearing your spit and his pre-come around them, before making you open your mouth again to repeat the previous action.

Your body feels like it’s burning with lust, your panties soaking and probably staining your pants in the process too. Shane has started fucking your face at a quicker pace, your throat having relaxed fully by now and letting him do as he pleases, that one hand never leaving your hair. Squirming on your knees, you let go of one of his pants’ legs to reach for the buttons of your own pants, intending to seek some pleasure on your own, rubbing your legs together not giving you enough relief.

“Nuh uh, gorgeous. No playin’ for you,” Shane tuts, holding your head against his crotch for a moment to get your attention and making you choke in the process.

Stopping your hand, despite how much you want to disobey Shane, you only mewl desperately when he slides back out, and you return your hand to his leg.

“Attagirl. That’s what you get for teasin’ me.”

“If you’d gone along with my idea, it wouldn’t have been teasing,” you croak after popping off him with a gasp, your voice showing how well Shane has been using you.

Shane pulls you back and lowers his face to yours.

“Told ya, I ain’t sharin’. Neither your body, nor the sight of it.” He kisses you messily, pushing his tongue between your lips and making the whole thing filthy and absolutely delicious.

He straightens a moment later, and fucks back into your waiting mouth, groaning as you let him slide right to the hilt.

“There’s no way I’d let anyone see how good you can take my cock. Ah fuck - I wanna - wanna be the only one to see you like this. Wanna be the one to take you apart every damn time.”

Shane is driving into you faster, and you know that you’ll be feeling it for a while. It doesn’t stop you from wanting more and taking him in greedily with every thrust, choking and moaning wetly around him, his words only adding to it.

“Fuck, Darlin’. I’m close… You gonna do what you said earlier? Gonna take my come down your pretty throat? Suck me dry?”

You can only make small noises of assent, your head bobbing in rhythm with his hips and the fingers in your hair. You want it all, and you desperately wish that you could touch yourself, knowing that you’d be able to come in no time with the feeling of his release.

You aren't allowed, though, so you can simply hold still and keep your mouth open as wide as possible while Shane starts bucking wildly, grunting deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yeah – ah – yeah. Take it all, beautiful. Fuck! Drink it all up like the little cockslut you are.”

You obey. There’s no way that you can’t. Your moan breaks from the strain to your vocal cords, but you feel warmth and pleasure crashing over you from feeling his hot seed shooting down your throat thickly. Taking pity on you and your breathing, Shane pulls out quickly, leaving you gasping and keening, before coughing a few times.

“So good for me. You did so fuckin’ good,” Shane speaks against the top of your head, kissing you there and releasing your hair to comb through it slowly.

“Shane,” you whimper before swallowing the excess of saliva and come, looking up at him as you let go of his jeans to rub them over your thighs, needing release so badly.

“No coming for you,” he tells you pleasantly, putting himself away.

“What?” Your outrage rings around the kitchen, despite your voice sounding raspy. Your legs are too wobbly to try to stand on them, so you can only glare up at him, feeling winded.

Shane chuckles and leans over you, kissing you quickly.

“If I let you come now, you’ll only start your teasing again next time.”

“What makes you think I won’t do it just to take revenge because you didn’t let me come?” You shoot back crossly.

“I’ll take my chances.” Shane raises and turns to resume putting away the groceries.

You grit your teeth, arousal still thrumming through you, but eventually manage to stand again, throwing Shane a dark look as you pick up the last-minute Christmas presents and bring them to the bedroom.

“I could use my toys, right now,” you shout – your voice cracking halfway through it – with your back to the door and consider opening your night stand to actually choose a toy.

“You won’t.” Shane appears behind you once again, making you jump and turn to face him.

You take a step back as he walks closer with a smirk. You lick lips and wait with bated breath.

“Now… If you’re good, I’ll make you come more than once later.”

You try for an unaffected expression, as you choose your next words. “You better.”

“Consider it an early Christmas present,” Shane smirks, making you crack up and link your hands around his neck for a kiss.

[darlingshane]

7 Days of Swaino

Day 7: End with a Bang

Pairing: Terrance Swaino x F!Reader

Content: Domestic Fluff. Crack. Smut.

Warnings: +18. Explicit.

Word Count: 777

Summary:  A very chill New Year’s Eve at home with Swaino.

You wanted to have a quiet New Year's Eve, and you got it. You woke up late and lounged all day on the couch, cuddling with Swaino in just a shirt and your underwear, watching movies, eating snacks and leftovers… but now, when the last day of December is minutes away from ending, you're ready to have some fun and spice things up a little.

You're by the kitchen sink when you decide to use the sprayer hose as a weapon on Swaino. Maybe it’s out of boredom. Maybe you just want to get back at him for making fun of you earlier. Perhaps it’s both… so, you catch him by surprise, when he’s facing away from you, by pulling the handle for a few seconds as you move the sprayer up and down, squirting water all over his body.

Breaking into laughter, you turn it off and stare at your shocked, soaking-wet boyfriend in his white t-shirt and his flashy red boxer briefs that say ho, ho, ho all around, that you got him for Christmas.

His lips curve up, but his gaze says you better run.

“You're gonna regret that, honey,” he combs his hair through his fingers, fixing it back in place.

Using the sprayer as a warning, you aim at him again, “I don't think so.”

“No? Watch me.”

He quickly has you cornered since you refuse to run and let go of the hose. You get to spray him a little more as he steps closer, but it's you that gets the worst this time when he gets one arm around your waist and keeps you in place, taking the weapon for himself to use it on you.

Now you're both drenched, as if you just entered a wet t-shirt contest. He'd win for sure with the way the thin fabric sticks to his skin, revealing the shape of his defined pecs and the little hardened peaks that are his nipples.

“Hey, my eyes are up here, lady,” he points a finger to his eyes, sounding mockingly offended at your blatant staring at his chest.

“I wasn't…”

Before you can finish your sentence, you’re squealing as Swaino suddenly picks you up, throwing your body over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. In there, he spins your body on the mattress, laying you on your front, so he can straddle the back of your thighs, and use his palms to do a drumroll right on your ass. You’re laughing your head off as he gradually increases speed and intensity. The water that has soaked your panties makes it sound like a dulled splash. It doesn’t really hurt, and only lasts a few seconds before his palms start kneading your backside firmly.

Things heat up quickly after that, he pulls your underwear off you, spreads your thighs apart, and shoves his hand between your legs to massage the plane of your pussy with his whole palm.

You glance over your shoulder, biting your bottom lip, capturing the sheer lust sparkling out of his eyes, as if he was about to swallow you whole.

It doesn’t take him long to get you wet for real. It’s then that he removes his hand and buries his face in your arousal to drive you out of your mind– licking, sucking, and nibbling every inch of your cunt, as his beard scratches your skin.

Your core is ready to burst when he pulls away from you. He hastily removes his clothes and gets all over you again, fueled by how hard he is already from going down on you. He almost rips your shirt apart as he turns your body around, easily manhandling you.

You curl your legs around his hips and pull him flush against you, using your hands to bring his face closer and take over his lips. You moan into his mouth as one of his hands massages your breast, at the same time his hardness rubs right between your labia, collecting your arousal before guiding himself inside you.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” he breathes lewdly, moving his hand up to frame your jaw.

“Uh-huh. I just needed to fuck you one last time this year,” your tongue curls, drawing the shape of his mouth.

“You’re cutting it close, we’re going to miss New Year’s.”

“Fuck New Year’s,” you pant.

“Yeah, fuck it.”

You hear fireworks going off before you get off.

He drives harder into you until you can’t no longer hear, see or breathe. He tends to have that effect on you.

“Happy New Year, baby,” he mumbles after you reach orgasm.

“Happy New Year, Terry Bear.”

Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics​

[darlingshane]

7 Days of Swaino

Day 4: The Swainos

Pairing: Terrance Swaino x F!Reader

Content: Established Relationship. Family. Crack. Fluff.

Warnings: Language. Cheesiness.

Word Count: 1k

Summary: A dinner at The Swainos lead the two of you to consider and have a talk about the next step in your relationship.

You're meeting Terrance's family for the first time a few days after Christmas. You bailed on that day to be with your own family, but you promised him that you'd at least meet them before new year's.

It was about time. You’ve been dating since January. You actually met him last year, right before the holidays, when you went picking a Christmas tree at the tree farm. He was a worker there and helped you transport and secure the tree you chose on top of your car. Of course, him being Swaino was flirting with you the whole time and easily charmed you into giving him your number before letting you leave. You hit it off quickly after that…

And here you are now, climbing up the stairs to the front door of the house he grew up in.

You can hear the chaos Terrance described behind the door adorned with a wreath. It's not as bad as your boyfriend says, it's actually just loudness over all, of happiness and family, behind well lived walls covered on a fresh coat of paint of a dark green hue on the sliding boards surrounding the double-decker.

“Ready?” he clears his throat, placing a hand at the small of your back, “say the word we can go get burgers or something, we don't have to do this.”

It's actually cute that he's more nervous than you are, it eases you up.

“I'm not backing out now, Terry Bear,” that's your pet name for him.

“Yeah, maybe don't call me that in front of them? So help me God, I'd never hear the end of it.”

You chuckle a little as his palm slides to grab your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as a lifeline before opening the door to the other side.

Before serving dinner, Terrance introduces you to everyone. You know most of their names and faces from pictures he's shown you, but he recites them again as a reminder. There’s only two of his sisters with their significant others and kids. Too many kids for you to handle at the same time, running around you like a whirlwind, playing a game of tag. One of them tries to climb up Swaino’s leg, and he ends up throwing the four-year-old over his shoulder, protecting him from being tagged. At that height, the little kid is covered. Him not so much. He's so preoccupied with the conversation going on that he doesn't see one of his oldest nephews charging a fist directly into his crotch.

“Motherfucker!” he shouts unexpectedly, followed by a string of threats, managing to at least handing you the little kid off his shoulder before chasing his attacker around the house.

Everyone breaks into laughter, some rooting for Terrance, others encouraging the kid to run faster. Eventually, he catches up with his nephew, and doesn't go easy on the little rascal. He picks him up, turning him over with his legs hooked to his shoulder until the kid's face turns red, and his mom ends up yelling at Swaino.

“You could've gone easier on him, he's just a kid,” you try not to laugh when he takes a seat next to you on the couch.

You've been handed his youngest niece, Debbie, a one-year-old that sits on your lap tugging at your necklace and hair.

“A kid, my ass! He knew what he was doing,” he grouches.

“Like you haven't ever done something like that when you were younger.”

“I’ve never done anything like that. It's this new generation of Swainos. They're savages.”

“You sound like— OW,” the baby pulls your hair a little harder and starts giggling.

“What did I tell you? All savages,” he coos at Debbie, tickling her sides, “yes you are, lil Dare Debbie.”

“She's just a baby,” you push your hair back and bounce her on your lap to keep her entertained.

“At least our kids will have your genes and turn out half-civilized, if we're lucky,” he blurts out.

You give him a questioning, genuinely-shocked stare.

“I didn't mean to say that out loud… Too soon?”

“I uh… I don't know. I haven't thought about it. I didn't think you wanted to-” you swallow anxiously, eyes darting between him and the baby.

“I wasn't sure I'd ever either, but…”

You put a pin on that as you are called for dinner.

You can feel yourself tensing up as you take a seat at the table. You've never really considered having kids with him until now. Sure, maybe you've pictured a couple of times, but it's not something that is necessarily on top of your list.

Now, there's a new possibility, a conversation to have later with him. Pondering about that distracts you from his family grilling you during dinner. All the attention makes you nervous too, they're fast talkers, so you do your best to keep up with their rhythm in between bites.

Swaino gets clearly annoyed when they start digging all the dirt from when he was a kid. In an attempt to make him feel better and letting him know that you don't care about any of it, you slide your hand over his thigh and squeeze softly.

It's later that you finally get to the car, and it's just the two of you, sitting quietly for a couple of minutes, both holding your breath about that conversation. You stare at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with a couple of your rings, as Swaino looks out the window.

“We don't even live together,” it's the first thing that occurs to you.

“We practically do.”

It's true, you either spent days at his place, or him at yours.

“Maybe we should.”

“So, you've thought about it?”

You nod, capturing his eyes, “It was never something that I've desperately wanted, but yeah, I thought that maybe one day down the road… we're doing good right? It just makes sense.”

“We're doing real good, sweetheart. I'm sorry that I freaked you out earlier. I thought I blew it.”

“I'm still a little freaked out that you said that out loud like that, but you didn't blow it.”

“C'mere,” he leans over the center console, extending one hand to cup your jaw, and presses his lips tenderly against yours, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Terry Bear.”

Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics​