#it's SAUR cold can i go back to bed PLEASE

[cheekyvank]

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[melodic-haze]

HIIIII, I NEED MORE SUB ARLECCHINO CONTENT PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU 😭😭

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader pt. 3

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Dacryphilia, squirting, other than that it's soft sex 🤷‍♀️

☆ — NOTES: THANK YOUBFOR GIVING ME ANOTHER REASON TO WRITE HER LOLLLLL

☆ — PARTS: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (you are here)

Saur I've raved on about ROUGH sex Arlecchino but yk what's special? Soft sex with Arlecchino

This woman's been through HELL in her life. Even if she was already "cold and unfeeling", she describes herself, there's only so much a person like that can take before she reaches a breaking point. Really, she definitely already has, the poor girl

She's shut herself off from anyone that isn't in her inner circle, and even THEN they still find it hard to get her to open up

But like. They're not you so 😜

I feel like as much as she is all for it rough, she's actually much more hesitant to recieve a gentler touch. Kindness and love in any form is smth she isn't used to—aside from her children, the one figure that supplied her with that is dead with her past. Being with you was already enough of a stretch, now you want to show her how much you care for her? It's.. scary, like a sudden blackout as a child

Reassure her that it'll all be okay, please. Tell her that you'll take care of her properly and that she can let go of the walls she's built around herself this whole time to defend herself. Give her an easy out if she genuinely isn't ready for such a different form of an emotionally-charge exchange. When she's ready, she'll give you a wordless nod before tugging at your clothes

You take it slow with her by hugging her at first, letting her settle down like you're lulling a scared, hurt predator back into safety. Your hands slowly and carefully wander around her body as your lips press soft kisses on pale skin, with the exposed areas increasing as you take your time in taking her clothes off

She reciprocates in action, though her hands often still on your skin, lightly squeezing you as if there's a chance that you might fade away and this has been nothing but a delusion of hers. Take one of her hands in yours and press a kiss on her palm as you reassure her that you are right here and you aren't leaving her and that you are going to show her how much you love her to the point where she doesn't even know what to do w herself :(

As you take your time undressing each other, you lead her to the bed and sit her down on the edge by kissing her and pushing her down, and you feel her hum as she tries to settle her breathing. She lets you take the lead, not just because she gives you all the power over her behind closed doors but because she's in unfamiliar territory—hell, even when I said she needs it HARD to actually feel it, just the soft, caring gestures you're making is enough to make her shiver in need for you

Neither of you knew just how much of an effect it would have on her, but it's VERY clear when it's as it somehow her sensitivity had gone up quite a few levels from the way she's practically whimpering at you whenever you praise her for being so good for you.....that you're going to take such good care of her.......that you won't ever leave her alone..........

You kiss every inch of her body, leaving marks here and there against gorgeous pale skin. You mark her up from top to bottom, switching back and forth between branding her as safely yours and kissing her dumb and drinking her in. You practically sing praises and words of reassurance to this broken example of a person, telling her that you're going to give her so much pleasure and so much care that she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

By the time you finally press your fingers and rub on where the Harbinger needed you most? She's so utterly wet despite the lack of impact and roughness to your minstrations. And when you finally sink your fingers in within her, as if locking the both of you together, you hear a sob that leads you to look up in worry, thinking you've done something wrong.

..But if you did, then she could easily push you away, right?

When you finally see her face, her glossy eyes, her tears that slowly run down from her perfect face, you find your answer with that beautiful feeling of arousal rising within you at the sight.

She isn't mad at you, you hadn't done anything wrong. If anything, she's begging you to move within her.

"Please," she says as her blackened hands reach down to grab yours in an effort to insert you even deeper, her hips grinding on your palm, "I need you, I..."

She needs you.

Needing someone isn't an easy thing for the 'cold and unfeeling Father' to admit, and yet here she was.

And who were you, to refuse your lover's needs?

It's a tender exchange, one that's entirely new to your relationship. At first glance at her in a normal setting, perhaps even at a time before you two were together, and you wouldn't even think that she'd be crying underneath you at how good you make her feel, sobbing out heavy proclamations of love and clinging to you as you take your time in bringing her to her pleasure

Usually the pain you would inflict on her would've dulled out any other external pain she would've been experiencing—emotional pain, pain from the curse she bears—and yet for some reason it's as if you were guarding her from all of it, nullifying the effects they have on her and protecting her in your hold despite the obvious power gap between you

It takes her a while to cum. Not because it's hard for her to do so (it may actually be the easiest it's ever felt), but because not only does she want to savour this feeling of being taken care of for once, she's also waiting for your command. And when you do, it's as if a dam broke within her

She cums so fucking hard you wouldn't even have thought that you were going at it softly, though really maybe this was what she needed the entire time. And it probably didn't help that you dragged this on for such a long time too. All that pent-up release finally gets let out and she practically screams at the overwhelming feeling, with you helping her ride her high

Her legs shake, her thighs are involuntarily bucking up and she glitches violently for a brief moment that you can't help but feel slightly worried (you laugh about it later, much to her expense) but then you feel something warm squirt out of her. You look down and see it as she goes to claw the sheets—you couldn't help but smile.......and maybe indulge yourself a little

Your hand speeds up its minstrations, even as she comes down, and she look at you with slightly wide eyes as she basically starts up all over again. You just want one more from her, surely your pretty baby can do that, right? All for you?

Doesn't take long for her to squirt again, the corners of your eyes creasing with undisguised wonder and unfiltered love for her as she cums herself silly until no energy is left in her body. Hell, with the show she practically put out, it's not a surprise when you realise that you came with her

As you two settle down and you both lie on the bed, all wet and sweaty (though you can't bring yourself to care right now, why you have Arlecchino breathing heavily beside you), she wants so badly to return the favour. But you tell her that her enjoying the moment was all you needed. You both just lay there wordlessly after, perhaps even tangling your limbs together and kissing each other tenderly and showing how much you love each other

Arlecchino is a powerful woman in the end, much more powerful than you despite the reversed dynamic you have with each other, so it doesn't take long before she regains her stamina. She tells you to stay there (though you don't really have the energy to get up anyway) before she goes off to run the bath and bring back a glass of water for you. She treats you less like a cold and unfeeling woman and more of a warm and caring lover, utterly devoted to you, as she brings you to the tub and places you in front of her to clean you up and service you in any way, shape or form you want

It's really funny when it's you who fucked her silly and yet YOU'RE the one getting pampered, but she wouldn't have it any other way

And when you finally get out and get ready to sleep? When she hugs you, clings to you in your rest, you know full well that she has never been more devoted, more reassured, more loved than when she's with you

She's not alone and unloved anymore. You've made sure of that.

[gallaghersgal]

here’s a self indulgent college lip x sorority girl fic that i started at least a month ago. she's been rotting in my drafts, but she's free now💕🎉 18+ for drinking, general shameless themes, but otherwise sfw. one use of y/n saur sorry. lip pov!

lip’s phone rings a little past three in the morning, the ringtone he set specially for you so he wouldn’t miss your calls. he rolls over, hand searching in the mess of sheets for his phone until he finds it and swipes to answer your call before it goes to voicemail.

lip hears chatter and faint music on the other end of the line and he vaguely remembers you telling him about a big sorority event this week, but he’d only been half listening, his brain focused more on his engineering homework.

“baby? ‘s real late,” he says groggily. “whatcha need?”

“liiiiiip,” you say, and lip can tell you’re drunk. “i’m at kap sig… i think.” you giggle, and despite his worry lip smiles at the sound.

“you need me to come get you?” he hums, already out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweats. his feet find a pair of sandals he knows he shouldn't be wearing in early march, but he strides towards the door nonetheless and takes his keys from the hook.

"yes please! 's me, sarah, an' my babyyy!!! say hiiii katy!" the line crackles a bit as you hold out your cell and katy cheers "hiiiii y/n's boyfriend!"

lip notices the sharp chill in the air, and hums softly as he unlocks his car door. "are you cold?" he asks you, neck craning towards the backseat for a second to check for a jacket. in the same second, he manages the key into the ignition, so the moment he turns back toward the windshield he can crank it and go.

"noooo! was all sweaty in there, feels good outside."

"good, that's good baby," his phone beeps against his shoulder nd her frowns. "hey, uh, my battery's low. i'm gonna hang up, but you just stay put m'kay?"

"oookaaayyyy," you say, with a sweet giggle at the end. "bye bye!"

a final beep! signifies you've hung up, and in the silence lip finds himself urging the gas pedal down harder. he turns a couple of corners, pulls into an apartment lot, and turns his hazards on while he slows to a mere crawl. partygoers stumble around the lot and his eyes search for you, finally spotting you in the corner. a very drunk sarah sits at your feet, and you're dancing with a girl he assumes is katy.

he rolls slowly up to the curb, slides down his window, and hangs out with a grin. "hey sarah! can you get my girl f'me?"

sarah grins when she recognizes lip, and she leans backwards towards you. "hey!" she tugs at your jacket. "lip's here, c'mon help me up."

you and katy lift sarah up, and the two girls clamber into the backseat while you slide into the front. lip watches you shut the door, reaching out and brushing away the lipstick smudge on your chin. you turn around, a starstruck grin on your face. you blush and accept the kiss he plants on your cheek before focusing on getting out of the apartment lot. "buckle up baby," he mumbles, and squeezes your thigh after shifting the car into drive.

end.

[moonstruck-muses]

same taste of heaven anon back again :) i have so many thoughts omg. first, your idea of the flashes of memories coming back to yn- that would make me so sick. it's so bizarre the first time that surely it must've been a weird dream that just came back to her or smth. and then she gets more and more and seems too vivid to be a dream. literally would have me throwing up bc wtf do you mean my bf drinks my blood without telling me and then makes me forget. god i would be so scared too LOL. idk if you've developed the lore this much in your head but like, would that mean yn just has blackouts in her memory? like she has no recollection of that night if the venom made her forget? oh and also, does the venom get into her blood automatically and the memory loss just happens to be a side effect? and then once jake realizes she forgets after he's like oh nice i didn't know it works like that i'm gonna keep doing it. or does he deliberately poison her to make her forget? either way he's shitty but like lmao

also i loved the fic btw so this is not hate!! but how shitty is he to literally get into a relationship with her and just keep the vampire part a secret when this man is literally IMMORTAL so like eventually she would have to choose to leave him or stay. because he wanted to tell her the entire time but just didn't. how selfish 😭

i needed to finish the plot before bed last night i imagined that the venom wasn't as strong as he thought it would be to fully make her memory go away, so it's hazy when she wake up but she has enough of it to remember and confront him. so he's like oh shit did not see this coming. and then she gets really upset and mad. like she is SO hurt, the angst is going CRAZYYYY. then she's like you're my boyfriend, how could you do this to me! how could u literally pierce my skin multiple times and drink my BLOOD and deliberately make me forget about it! how could you lie to me the whole time!!!,, i asked for the truth and you promised you would tell me how could you do this! and he's like i'm sorryryyy i was just saur scared ilysm i couldn't bear to lose you :(( and she's like yeah that's real i understand, and ilysm but jakey i do not want to be a vampire i literally do not want to live for eternity :/ i like being a human and there is no reason for me to live that long (it was getting a little personal here, like i think 90 years on earth is enough for me tyvm). and then they get sad and hug it out and wtv. i didn't know how to resolve it so i left it there lul

SWEET SWEET NONNIE!!! I almost cried when I saw this, you have no idea how much this means to me have somebody interact with my art like this <3 I hope your pillow is always cold and your blankets always fluffy.

SO the mechanics of how the mind wipe works (and with the wound disappearing with the lick) is actually a little power I borrowed from Vampire the Masquerade, which is a ttrpg I really love. There's two abilities one called Cloud Memory and the other The Forgetful Mind. Cloud Memory is simple--you simple erase a moment of the memory and the victim will be none the wiser to it as long as they don't press on the memory. Then they'll realize something is wrong. The Forgetful Mind is a little more complex, as in that one you're actually rewriting the victim's memory, and giving them false memories to replace it. I wrote Jake's little stunt as a middle ground between the two. So Y/N would wake up the next morning and she'd know they fucked and boy it must've been spectacular but she'd definitely forget the details of what exactly happened (i.e. the venom). A shitty move of Jake for sure--but alas I am a vampire apologist, and wasn't lying when I said this was self indulgent (God please send me a vampire boyfriend I can make him worse). Two things about me: I will die for Jake, and the only thing I love in this world more than Enha is vampires (as you may guess, me discovering Enha's concept was very detrimental to me. In fact my roommate laughed in my face and said "Good Luck!' when I forced him to watch the Drunk-Dazed video).

And yes sweet nonnie--not interpreting this as hate at all! As a reader, I hate being given very morally black and white characters, it takes a lot of intrigue out of a story, and doesn't give us the tension we seek. Morally grey characters (like my vampire Jake) give us two sides of the story. He's being objectively shitty, and taking away so much agency from Y/N, and yet he loves her, and doesn't know how to face the truth because he is, like you said, selfish! His fear of being alone causes him to act in a way that endangers Y/N and only worsens his case when the inevitable happens. I like to think it adds a little spice, where you can see the sweetness and we see the POV of Jake giving Y/N what she's dreamed of and more, but from his POV we see the selfishness and the monstrosity of what he's doing and the danger he puts her in every time he drinks and then wipes her mind.

And TEEHEE just giggled and kicked my feet. I love your interpretation of the ending. I think it's just so fundamentally sad if Y/N wants her mortality but that doesn't mean she'll always be able to keep Jake, and because of that Jake doesn't have a choice but to let her go. How long will they let this relationship last? People will realize he doesn't age, and what happens when she gets to an age where she doesn't feel comfortable being with him anymore? What if she wants a family and a life? So many thoughts so many possibilities! <3

[vintagevalentinex]

Yes

So this is my Galentine’s Day Fic!!  

This fic is for @sometimes-iwritee​ so I hope she likes it! :)

This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I’m still trying to figure out how I pulled that off.  I used the song At Last by Etta James as inspiration.  Listen to it here!

Admittedly, I’m a little nervous because this fic is pretty long and I’ve never written anything on this scale.  Please let me know what you think!!

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Title: Yes Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~4450 (What even.) Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Fluff and filth.  Flifth?  Unprotected sex.

It was the same every year.

It seemed like all the witches came out of the woodwork every single year around Valentine’s Day.  There were always dumb suckers who were desperate to have someone to call their own, and would do anything to be with someone.  That’s where you came in.  You always found yourself hunting witches, and if there was one thing that really pissed you off, it was witches.  They are the worst. You definitely weren’t going to call the Winchesters in on this one.  They were the absolute worst dealing with witches.  You rolled your eyes just thinking about it as you sat in yet another dive bar, wishing you were back in Louisiana.  Never thought I’d say that… You had reason to long for that balmy, humid, hot as hell state.  That reason being your burly, bearded, bear-of-a-man who loved you so dearly.  It was hard going on hunts that were so far away when you knew that Benny was waiting on you back home, your home that you shared with him.  Valentine’s Day was never a big deal for you, seeing as you never had anyone to share it with, but this year was different.  This would have been the first Valentine’s Day that you would have someone to be lovey-dovey with, and you could actually be one of those couples you made fun of on the day-at-hand.  Who knows?  Maybe I’ll actually be able to get back there by the 14th.  You swirled around the whiskey in your glass as you looked at the drunken antics of the people in the bar when you felt your phone vibrating.  You smiled as you saw the picture on the screen, Benny in his apron, smiling behind the counter of his little diner.

“Hello sweetheart.”

“Mmm…well in’ dat’ da mos’ beautiful voice in the whole world.”

You grinned to yourself, shaking your head.  “You miss me that much, huh Benny?”

“Course I do, (Y/N).  nothin’ pretty ta look at when yer gone.”

“Is that the only reason you miss me?”

“Naw, shug.  The bed’s been real cold at night…”

You roll your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip.  It was crazy how just hearing his voice could turn your entire mood around.  You could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“I miss you, Benny.”

“Miss ya too, darlin’.  Can’t wait ‘till ya get home.  Would tha’ be anytime soon?”

“I’m trying, baby.  These damn witches are so annoying.”

“Need me ta come help, shug?”

“I should be fine.  I’ll let you know.”

“Well…I hope ya can make it home for Valentine’s Day.  Sure would be nice to spend it with ya.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Love you, darlin’.  Stay safe, and I wouldn’t be too offended if you so decided to send me some pictures…”

You laughed loudly, almost catching too much attention in the bar.  “In your dreams, lover boy.”

You hit “end” on your phone, downing the rest of your drink so you could head back to the motel.  You needed to gank these witches pronto.

You were covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and mystery goo, but you were finally able to take out that damn coven.  You were lucky that they were mostly amateurs; you weren’t sure if you would have been able to take down a full coven of witches that were more skilled.  You were driving at high speed down the interstate, wanting nothing but your face meeting the pillows of your bed.  You pulled your phone off the charger, calling the only person you wanted to speak to at the moment.

“Mmm…cher…imagine mah surprise when I look at mah phone an see yer purdy face on the screen…”

“Yeah, yeah…totally not in the mood right now…”

“What’s wrong, cher?  Hunt not shapin’ up how ya like…?”

“No…it’s…I’m fine, I’m just tired.  I’m on my way back, actually.  Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh ‘lil darlin’ I knew ya loved me!  I jus’ knew it!  So yer not stayin’ in a motel tonight?  Might be easier for ya to drive when you’ve had a few hours a’ shut eye.”

“I’m fine.  Sounds like you don’t love me at all, not wanting me home and everything…”

“S’not it, shug.  Jus’ don’t wanna hafta scrape yer hide off the highway…”

You chuckled into the phone, the gravelly warmth of Benny’s voice lightening your mood.  “I’ll be careful, I promise.  I can’t wait to see you, Benny.  I should be home soon.”

“I miss ya too, cher.  Can’t wait ta have ya in my arms…now I noticed tha’ ya didn’t send me any of those pictures we were talkin’ ‘bout…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you focused on the road.  “You’re an idiot.  I’ll talk to you later.”

You smiled to yourself as you heard the familiar crunching of the gravel underneath your tires as your car arrived to the front of the diner that you helped Benny run.  You drove through the night, wanting to desperately get home to the cozy little apartment at the back of the diner.  The bed and Netflix was calling your name as soon as you took the hottest shower known to man.  After all of that you knew that your burly vampire would be ready to cuddle down with you under the warm blankets of your bed.  You pulled your gear from the car, your clothes wrecked to hell with all kinds of mess as you approached the door, to find a sign in the window.

Closed for Valentine’s Day.  Sorry for the inconvenience.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Hmm…I can’t remember the last time Benny closed for something like this.  Wait, is today Valentine’s Day?  You pulled your phone out of your pocket, checking the date on the phone.  Well damn…it is.  I wonder what he’s up to.  You fished your keys out, opening the door to the diner, seemingly quiet.  You figured Benny would at least be washing dishes or something.  Come to think of it, his truck wasn’t around…  You dialed.

“Ah hope it’s safe to assume yer home, shug…”

“And I’m pretty damn sure it’s safe to assume you’re nowhere to be found?  Seriously, Benny?”

He chuckled.  “Aw cher don’ be like dat.  It is Valentine’s Day after all…”

You huffed.  “So…what?  My present for today is not having to see you…?”

“Awww shug, don’ do me like dat.  Here ah am, tryin’ ta be romantic an’ everythin’…”

“Mmhmm…so…are you planning on coming back tonight…?”

He chucked again.  “Well…not exactly…you’ll see…why don’t ya go take a nice, long bath.  You deserve it, darlin’.”

Well that’s not a terrible idea, actually.  “Alright.  For once you’re actually making sense—“

“Darlin’!”

“Alright, alright!”  You nearly pouted into the phone.  “Will I see you soon, Benny?  I’ve missed you so much, and knowing you’re not here makes the entire place seem so lonely.”

“You’ll find me soon ‘nuff, lil’ baby.  Now go on an’ relax.“

You grumble as you throw your things down in the main room of your apartment, ready to take a hot shower and pout in bed until Benny decided to show his face.  You strip off your clothes, leaving them in a pool on the floor as you pad toward the bathroom, confused as you see the closed door.  That’s weird…we never keep this door closed. Hunter reflexes kicking in, you brace your hand on the knob.  Great…I come home from killing fucking witches, and now I have to fight naked.  What a time to be alive.

Ready to take out whatever is behind the door, you rip it open to find…

Really…?  Is he serious? You huff as you shuffle into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, your face softening as you note the petal floating on the surface of the water, sweet smelling lavender and citrus wafting up from the tub.  You stepped carefully into the large tub, sinking down low, the water all the way up to your chin.  Scanning the room, you realized you didn’t see the back of the door.  A beautiful, red, lacy dress hung there.

Even if he is a big oaf, he does have impeccable taste.

Smiling to yourself, you soaked in the water, dipping your toes in and out of tub, enjoying the slow, relaxing pace of being able to just soak.  This was usually not a luxury granted to hunters and the lifestyle, so you were definitely going to take advantage.  Benny tried to make life here as normal for the both of you as he could, but he could only do so much.  How normal could our life be?  I’m basically Buffy, and he’s Angel…Spike…?….Angel…?  Hell, I don’t know!  After soaking in the tub until your fingers got pruney, you carefully stepped out, sore muscles completely soothed and relaxed as you wrapped a big fluffy towel around your body.  You grabbed the dress off the door and headed back to the bedroom. I guess I’m supposed to put this on…

You laid the dress on the freshly made bed.  He made the bed?  What the hell is going on? Slipping into the closet, you pull out a pair of black patent leather pumps.  Setting them aside, you change your undergarments, slipping into the set you bought specifically for tonight.  At least he’s not the only one with surprises.

Removing the dress from the velvet hanger, you see a note pinned on the inside.  Carefully unpinning the note, you hold it up as you read:

I’m glad you were able to relax.  Meet me out back so I can hold you close. Xoxo

Smirking, you roll your eyes as you slip on the dress that fit you perfect. I’m going to pretend that’s not creepy.  Slipping on your shoes you clicked through the apartment to the back door, the weather perfect enough to leave your jacket behind.  Opening the back door you were greeted with the loveliest sight.

Flower petals created a trail that lead back into the woods behind your place.  You smiled genuinely as you followed the path into the woods, small little tea lights shaped like hearts lit your way as you traveled deeper into the trees.

After about a peaceful five minute walk, you came into a clearing.  You gasped as you saw what was in front of you, a grin etched on your face.

The most beautiful tent…fort…you didn’t know what to call it, but it was lined with flower petals and fairy lights.  The lights even twinkled in the trees.

As you stepped closer, you could hear one of your favorite songs playing.  When the hell did he have time to do this?

At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah

You called out to him.  “Benny?!  Benny are you there?!”  You stepped closer, the smile lingering on your lips as you continued to take in the beautiful scene in front of you.  You were so enthralled that you didn’t notice a pair of thick, muscled arms wrap around your middle until it was too late.  The stranger paced his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

“Hello, shug.  I do good?”

You turned around in his grasp, your hands pressed against his chest.  You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling as you murmured against him, his beard tickling you.

“This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me, Benny.  I love you so much.”  You hugged him tightly, pouting when he put you at arm’s length.

“Lemme get a good look at ya, darlin’.  Been missin’ ya somethin’ terrible.”  He takes your hand, twirling you around, taking in your form.  He yanks on your hand, your body slamming against his burly chest.  Chuckling, he links your arm through his as he leads you over to the makeshift fort, plush blankets and pillows all over the area.  The both of you take a seat inside, kicking off your shoes as you scoot closer to him.  You breathe him in, something spicy and woodsy as you link your fingers together, seeing the multitude of stars sparkling over your apartment.

“Benny, I can’t think of anything more perfect than this…thank you.”  You smiled up at him, giggling as he brushed your knuckles across his lips, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was amused.

“Ain’t no thing, cher.  But the night ain’t over…”

He got up, leaving you there to rearrange the pillows as you heard him shuffling around somewhere behind the fort.  He comes back around, with a bottle of champagne and some fruit to nibble on for you.  You look inquisitively up at him, his smile only growing.

“Ah ate before.  Wanted ta focus on you tonight, darlin’.”

You smiled shyly as he sat back down next to you, pouring the both of you very full glasses of champagne.  You sipped slowly as you leaned against his sturdy frame, letting him feed you strawberries and grapes, his fingers lingering at your lips every so often.

At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you

You hummed contentedly, wanting to remain in this moment for the rest of your life as you smiled up at the man you loved.  You never thought you could be with someone as caring, loyal, and kind as Benny.  The men on the road were merely there one day and gone the next, but when you met Benny, your entire world changed.  He was the only one you saw and wanted to see.  You knew your relationship was…complicated…but that wouldn’t stop you from loving him.  And you knew he felt the same way about you.

The champagne and strawberries were soon forgotten as Benny bent down, pressing his lips to yours once again, his hands going into your hair as he pulled you closer, your dress hiking up as you straddle his lap, hissing as you feel his bulge grinding against your thin panties.  You finally muster enough courage to open your eyes, seeing his staring intently down at you.  His voice was strangled, as if trying to choose between two choices in his mind.

“(Y/N)…’dis isn’t the way I planned this evenin’…”

You smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes, hands running up and down his chest.  “And just how did you want this evening to go, Benny?”

He hesitated a moment before pulling you (begrudgingly) off of his lap and bringing you to his side to star gaze once again.  Pulling you close, you snuggled into his side as he slung an arm around you.  He cleared his throat and shifted a little before he started to speak.

“Darlin’…I know I tell ya I love you all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever really went into it.  I was a broken man when ya met me.  Hell, I’ve been broken for a long time.  I was in the worst way, and I was on a one way track to completely destroying myself.  I thought I had nothin’ in this worl’ to keep me goin’.  I didn’t belong.  I didn’t belong with my own kind or with anyone else.—“

You try to interject but he just continues.  “And then, by the grace o’ God, or whoever is runnin’ that place now, I met you.  You.  You are everythin’ in this world that is good, that is kind.  You are everythin’ that should be treasured and protected.  I can never thank you enough for lettin’ me be the luckiest man in the universe for being able to hold onto your heart.  I love the way you smile at me, the way you yell at me when I’m actin’ like a plain fool, the way ya fight, the way ya comfort me, hell, even the way your hair makes me suffocate every damn mornin’.”  He chuckles.  “But mostly…I love the way you make me feel like I could be better, that I could be a better man, that I could do good things in this worl’.”  

He took a deep breath, staring tenderly at you as he pulls something out of his pocket, making both of you sit up, face to face.

“Would you do me the honor of being able to hold onto your heart for the rest of our lives, (Y/N)?  Will ya marry me?”  He showed you the ring, pressed between his fingers.

You stared in shock for a moment before your eyes finally made their way back to his nervous ones, your own glimmering with tears as you  nearly tackle him making the both of you crash to the ground as you pepper kisses all over his face, leaving red lipstick marks all over his cheeks and forehead.  He chuckles, holding you by the shoulders.

“I take that as a ‘yes’, shug?”

You grin, letting him slip the ring onto your finger.  “Of course it’s a yes!  I…I don’t even know what to say!  I’m so damn happy right now!”

I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own

He laughed, rolling the both of you over, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, your dress hiking up around your hips as you lie on your back.  Benny wedges himself in between your legs, your dress hiking up even higher as he grinds himself against you, the heat from his body penetrating your flesh, your hands gripping at his back, pulling on his shirt.  He chuckles at you as you wantonly pull at his shirt, getting it up and over his head, taking it from you as he tosses it somewhere out of the way.  He pulls your thighs up around his waist, pulling you up into a sitting position, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kisses you again, his hands tracing the zipper running along your spine.  You grind yourself into him as he unzips your dress, making you lift your arms up momentarily to pull the dress off of you.  He throws your dress (hopefully to the same place he threw his shirt as he lays you back down, nearly growling as he takes in your red bra and panties.

“Mmm…well look at ya, cher…all dressed up fer me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as he bent down, nuzzling at the valley between your breasts, his fingers finding the clasp at the back as he rubbed his beard against you, humming into your skin.  Your hips arched up, trying to gain some kind of friction.  You could feel him smiling against your breasts as he finally pulled the straps of your bra down, pulling it slowly off of your body as he began to tease you with soft kisses and licks, not stopping until every last inch of your breasts were tended to by his soft lips.  His eyes locked onto yours as he leisurely took a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.  You nearly hiss, your back arching from the ground as your hips continue to buck up against him, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging gently as he switches, giving the other nipple its desperately needed attention.  Your eyes snap shut as you just feel, shivering as his lips begin to travel lower, pressing kisses into your tummy and teasing your belly button.

You whimper, your hands finally finding his.  “Benny…please…now baby, please now…”

All you got back was a smirk.  He went lower, still holding your hands as he pressed his nose against your panties, breathing in deeply, groaning as his eyes darted up to yours.  “Mmm ah know what ya need, darlin’, but I’m not done with you yet.  Be good for me ‘lil baby.”

He presses hot, wet kisses against your inner thighs, the muscles twitching and straining to not squeeze his head off as his beard rubs against the sensitive skin.  He lets go of your hands to hook his fingers into your panties, grunting as he slips them over your hips and off of you.  He sits up on his knees, his hands on the outside of your thighs as he scoops your lower half up, moving his hands to your ass as he pulls your hips up to his mouth, forcing you to grip at the sheets and pillows on the ground.  He smiled, diving face first into your pussy, nearly attacking it with his mouth.  His tongue teased open your folds, mouthing at them, rubbing them between his lips, letting them go with a loud, wet, “pop” as his tongue circled your hole.  You turned your head, biting at your finger as you wriggled against him, his strong arms keeping you immobile, and in the position you were in, there was nothing you could do but take the sweet pleasure he was giving you.  His lips moved languidly to your clit, wrapping around it and suckling, pulling it into his mouth as you whined with pleasure, your mouth hanging open as he continued to slurp and lap at your pussy.  You could feel yourself clenching tightly, wanting him in you so desperately as you began to see white spots before your eyes.  At first you thought it was the stars or the fairy lights, but they began to get brighter and brighter until it was just all white light as you screamed out his name, falling completely over the edge, his tongue continuing to work in you as you rode out your orgasm.  He gently set your legs back down onto the ground, his hips still nudged between yours as your eyes began to refocus, his smiling doting face looking down on you as he wiped some of your slick from his beard.

I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill I’ve never known, oh yeah

“Y’alright, darlin’?”

All you could do is nod and smile dopily at him.  You heard him chuckle as he stood up, eyeing your body.  He began to whistle as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear down with them, his erection already dripping with precum, pressed against his belly as he slowly sinks back down onto his knees, falling over you, his hands planted on either side of your head as he takes your lips into another searing kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on him.  You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you, your heels digging into his muscled ass as you urge him on, feeling his cockhead rubbing against your swollen clit.  With one hand, he guides himself slowly into you, inch by agonizing inch.  By the time he is completely inside of you, you are a trembling, crying mess, your hands raking down his arms and back, clawing at him as he remains unmoving inside of you, bending down to whisper against your lips, “I love you, (Y/N).  And I know I asked ya already, and I know ya said yes already, but I need to ask again.  Will ya marry me, darlin’?”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to ask you questions right now.  You practically screamed.  “Yes! Benny, yes! Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Please…I need you right now!!”

He grunted against your mouth, as he began to move his hips, starting out hard and slow, deliberate, hard strokes into your pussy, making your body lurch backward over and over again as he took his time.  You could feel him, throbbing and hot inside of you, your walls already clenching and clamping around him, already needy for him to spill inside of you.  Your heels dug harder into his ass as he began to pick up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against your began to grow louder, the delicious friction of your bodies writhing against each other was heating you up, your brow glistened with sweat, almost glittering in the moonlight as your hands find his face, pulling him down to make his lips crash to yours, kissing him hard as he picks up the pace, slamming into your body now, his hands underneath you, palms against your shoulder blades as he holds you close, driving into you as hard and has fast as he can, now grunting into your ear.  Your walls flutter around him as you cannot hold back any longer and cry out his name as you begin to come, feeling him pump into you roughly a few more times before he groans out your name, spilling into you.  He takes your hands into his own, pressing his forehead to yours as you both remain connected, panting heavily as you just stare at each other.

You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven

Your stares soon turn into lazy smiles as Benny finally pulls out of you, flopping over onto his back.  He pulled you into his side, and you happily snuggled into him.  Your legs tangled, your hand tracing lazy circles into his chest as he rumbled low with satisfaction.  He dipped his head to press a kiss to your temple, a hand finding purchase in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, feeling a chuckle rumble from his chest as you mew softly at his ministrations.  He spoke softly, as to not break the spell of the moment.

“I had nothin’ ‘till I met you, (Y/N).  And now…now I have everythin’ because I have you.  Will you—“

You slipped your hand over his mouth, giggling softly, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Benny.  I’ve said it several times now.  I can’t wait to spend forever with you, no matter what.  No matter what comes our way, through anything…I want to be with you.”

You slithered up to press a kiss to his mouth before he could speak again.  You mumbled against his mouth.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…”  chanting that one simple word as if it were a prayer until you fell asleep.  Benny laced his fingers with yours, his eyes unable to stop looking at the ring on your finger.  He covered the both of you with a sheet, keeping you warm, looking forward to waking up with you in the morning.  

He was no longer a broken man, for where he had cracks and holes, your love now filled the spaces.  And he had your heart to cherish and protect.

For you are mine at last.